Boiling Point (Any and All)

[Zeniro]

Zeniro stood silently at the entrance to the Cafeteria, a heavy sigh slipped through those thin crimson lips of his. Time to move among the masses again. The thought of bodily contact with scum placed the big man on edge. He felt the hairs at the back of his neck bristle. Frustration already threatening to creep in. Zeniro's black filed talon-like finger nails curled around the headphones to his I-pod as he pressed them into his ears. Pressing play he heard Pantera's 'Mouth For War' shred into his ears and he loosened up slightly. All mundane conversation could be avoided...he hiked up the volume and entered the crowd.

As he walked his heavy footfalls seemed to thud over the quiet murmur of conversation, the blaring music from his headphones causing a few disgruntled looks to travel his way. Zeniro's animalistic gaze would meet any eyes that found his own with a challenging vehamence. To his satisfaction all those eyes looked away..back to their friends or their food. Ahead of him a que was forming for food...or what they liked to call food. Zeniro almost prayed to be back in the correctional facility. Their food...although Diabolical was nigh on gourmete compared to this gruel. These thoughts flooded Zeniro's mind despite the heavy music, he closed his eyes and began to concerntrate on the music..as he did the track changed. This time it was Guns N Roses...Slash's guitar easing the mind of Zeniro as 'Aint It Fun' kicked in on his I-pod. Zeniro's lips moving to the line that stood out to him the most in the song.

"Ain't it fun when you know that you're gunna die young."

Zeniro's eyes opened as he felt someone brush by him. Zeniro's form remained stalwart. The other student simply bouncing off his muscular form. Zeniro's eyes followed them for a moment. His hands clenching into tight fists. An image of caving in the students skull flickering into his minds eye and causing him to smirk. As he smirked Zeniro noticed a few unsettled gazes looking his way. Zeniro ignored them for now. Instead he shifted the footing of his steel toed boots and followed the line as it moved forward. Zeniro adjusted the denim jacket he wore. The sleeves torn off for comfort and his own personal touch. Row upon row of spiked metal studs decorating the shoulders in a rather menacing manner. Zeniro wore more a suit of armour rather than clothing. His attire matched with his physical appearance obviously did nothing to settle a few of the students around him. One or two even leaving their seats just to get away from the stranger who looked more at home in a Zoo rather than a school.

'What do you want....'

The words snapped Zeniro from his thoughts, he looked to the woman who had adressed him. His eyes fell to the slop they were serving. with a heavy shrug of those powerful shoulders he simply pointed to the item that resembled meat. The woman gave him an odd look.

'That's all you want? No vegatables?'

"Just give me the fucking meat."

The woman looked shocked for a moment at Zeniro's words. The look in the young mans eyes though seemed to silence her and she slapped the meat onto a plate and then placed it on the tray he held. Zeniro moved on, grabbing a bottle of water as he headed towards the tables to eat. Finding a quiet table he slipped his headphones back in and cracked open his water. He hated this place...he hated all places like this. Places where he was brought to be reintroduced into society. To get on with 'normal' people.

'You're sat at my table.'

Zeniro looked up to see three gang bangers. Each one sporting some sort of red insignia sewn onto the arms of their jackets. Zeniro ignored them and took a bite out his meat. Then a hand was placed onto his shoulder.

'I said...your in my....'

Before the words were finished Zeniro had picked up his plate. Food and all and smashed it into the face of the gang banger who had touched him. The gang banger stumbled back into his friends as the plate smashed over his face. The loud crack silenced the room in an instant. As one dropped two came forward. Zeniro had already stood up and his left hand had already begun to pick up his chair. As his second victim came forward a Chair was hurled at him from close range. The chair rebounded off their head and flew onto a nearby table, scattering food and students alike.

'FIGHT!!!'

The cry was let out by a near by freshmen. Zeniro ignored the gleeful bellowing and focused instead on his last target. A left straight was thrown for Zeniro's face. Easy to dodge, parry or block. Zeniro however had other thoughts. He actually thrust his fore-head at the mans fist. A pure street fighting move taught to him by his days in the mongrel mob. The students fist cracked against Zeniro's thick skull. A yell of pain emitting from the assailent as their middle knuckles dislocated. Before they could retreat a hand was wrapped around their throat and Zeniro tossed them head first toward a nearby table where the students could only watch in horror as the body hurtled toward them.

Zeniro had imagined that the entire Cafeteria would turn on him, but his chair throwing. And body hurling had caused confusion and adrenaline to flow in equal ammounts. Suddenly people who had been pushing to get to the fight had found themselves at the mercy of some other disgruntled student and fights started to break out all over the Cafeteria. Zeniro relished mass fights like this and as the first Gang banger found his feet again, Zeniro would target him. Grabbing them by the shoulders and then headbutting them in their already broken nose.

[Kyukaku]

"No...."

Kyukaku looked up from his tray as he spotted a chair being thrown by the most dangerous man he had ever encountered. It was Zeniro, the tough brute formerly employed by the mastermind Stern. Kyukaku had taken on Zeniro once before in a two on one with Bruce on his side. In a matter of moments Zeniro had ripped Bruce to hell, forcing Kyukaku to do nothing but stay on the defensive to keep from getting killed himself.

No, no, no...

Kyukaku silently pushed himself from the table, leaving his tray at the table along with old acquantices from Varron. He walked over in his normal faded jeans and black button down shirt left open over his T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He walked at a normal pace, planning what he was going to do calm the situation. People were already starting to riot, and from what Kyu had heard about the riot only a few days ago here, (where he just happened to be sick that day), that things would not be pretty.

"Zeniro..." Kyu spoke softly, coming to a halt roughly ten feet to his back. There was no hurry to get within striking distance of Zeniro, but there was no need to try and stop him with violence as of yet.

"How about sitting back down? I'll buy you a new lunch. Not telling you what to do, merely suggesting." Kyu tried, waving his hands in front of his face to show he meant no hositilities, though he doubted the peace talk would last long. Still, he had to try, therefore he waited for a reply from Zeniro before saying or doing anything else.

[Zeniro]

Zeniro released the gurgling mess of a gang banger, blood from the broken nose spewing down their shirt and as their head lopped to one side it spilled the begginings of a crimson river along the cafeteria floor. Zeniro wiped his hand over his head, it felt wet. Zeniro knew it wasn't sweat, as he looked at the back of his hand he saw the blood and he smiled openly. In a sickening gesutre he even licked the blood from the back of his hand to taste the victory of his fallen foe. The fresh metallic taste filled his pallet and as it did he felt his heart palpatations increase slightly as his body threatened to release adrenaline into the beasts veins. Zeniro's puplis dilated just at the point he heard a voice from the past....

'Zeniro...'

There were very few in this new school who new the derranged student by name. Also he'd heard that voice before. Before he even turned caugh sight of Kyu he had their face in his minds eye. Once his predatory gaze found Kyu he would smirk, the blood of a fallen foe slowly trickling from his forehead and down his cheek.

'How about sitting back down? I'll buy you a new lunch. Not telling you what to do, merely suggesting.'

Softly, Softly Zeniro thought to himself. Kyu was treating Zeniro much like you would a wild dog. Offer it food...talk to it softly. Avoid any sudden or threatening movements. It was clear Kyu had learnt a thing or two since they last encountered each other. However Zeniro knew he hadn't come across any quite like himself. Zeniro was pondering playing the game...merely for shock value..how would Kyu react if Zeniro complied. Would he drop his gaurd? If he did that would be fun...Zeniro would teach him never to drop that gaurd again.

"If you didn't notice Kyu. It's a little late to be sitting down. What with all this fodder flying around..."

As he spoke these words he heard a cry of pain mixed with rage come from over his shoulder. Followed by a loud smash. Zeniro would have loved to have turned around to see a football player throw one of the schools basket ball players into the glass fronted serving trolleys. This action in itself added intensity to the brawl. Hircine...turned on Hircine. Football on Basket Ball. The entire squads for each practically turn on eachother adding numbers and bodies to the brawl.

"Something tells me Kyu...this is not a safe place for a Varronite to be found. Students will want to turn on you...Faculty will want to demonise and punish you. After all I saw you throw the first punch..."

Zeniro smiled openly at this point, his sharp canine teeth showing themselves. Zeniro had already been in a stance that had prepared him for fighting. His boot clad feet were comfortably spread at a shoulders width. And his arms all tho appearing to be at rest by his side were in fact anything but. From time to time a tweak from his taught muscles showed that his arms were ready to lash out at any given oppertunity.

[~MeL~]

Holding her books tightly in her left arm, her right finger tips pressed against the locker door to close it once more. It had stayed untouched and un moved for so long, Melysa fearing the sight of new people and being afraid of what life would bring in her path. Sighing, she blinked and turned around, back in this school.... Her grip upon the books tighten as she began to walk inside the halls, watching some posters and information glued to the walls, listening to other's words...

Melysa had realized over the past few weeks of being home schooled, that, well, she hated it. Slowly Melysa was regaining her clear state of mind. Slowly but surely she was re-adapting herself to this new past-free life. (for some side info: Mel went coo-coo and started to hear and see things after her mom died... no one knows her moms dead though, and then she lost her memory and now.,.. well... she's here! After being home schooled that is...) It was odd to live this day, not knowing why she would do something, or why she would react to an other, since she didn't quite know herself that much yet...

Lunch time... And dang was she hungry! Her stomach was eating itself, surviving on the last itsy bit of food in her stomach from yesterday's breakfast. Melysa didn't eat much, but she survived. Stepping into the cafeteria, she would look around for a place to sit. Her right eye would twitch.... Good, she comes back here and this is what's going on? More fighting? Melysa was getting more comfortable with her emotions, and she wouldn't hold back on showing this. Her brown soft eyes would slowly grow into this intense glare, staring at those two teams fighting. She didn't know who was who, she didn't even know Varron people attended to this place, she didn't remember any Varron friends she had had over the years.

"Danm it!"

She'd slam her math book to the ground while screaming this out loud.
"Fighting Fighting Fighting!!!!"
Her fist were tighten, as she didn't know that before, slamming one's face to the ground was fun for Melysa, now she just thought fighting as being dumb, and a waist of time and blood.
"What's the point?!?!?!"
Mel had already made her way towards the group who were fighting, the two teams. Mostly everyone would be watching and cheering, or booing, whatever. Melysa pushed her way threw the crowd, making sure not to hit anyone, and would pop into a place where they would see her, and she saw them all.
"Just STOP TH-"

As she would scream this out, a girl from the basketball cheerleading squad came down on her and elbowed her to the back of her head. Melysa came down, confused, hurt, and in panic. Why had she been hit? That was the only thing running threw her mind.

Looking over to the black girl who had stroke her, Melysa stared at her with wide afraid eyes as she looked down on her with a large powerful smile.
'Oh you think your all mighty and shit...wait till i-' She stopped herself in her own trail of thoughts, she wouldn't result to violence as well, how the hell can someone stop something by using the problem as a solution? You can't. Her right hand would rub the back of her head as se felt a bump there, glaring at the ground, Melysa got up and stared at the girl.
"Please just liste-!"
Her eyes would close tightly as a heavy knee was driven into her stomach, coming from her right side.
What the fuck had she done to all those girls? She was trying to bring peace, and they were bringing her to pieces.... What the hell? Holding her stomach tightly, Melysa grunted in pain, thinking home school was actually not that bad, at least she didn't get hurt at home...

[Kyukaku]

He's licking the blood off his hands...sick.

Kyukaku thought to himself as Zeniro turned around, doing his best not to show facial disgust. The beast of a man paused before saying anything. Not exactly a good sign in Kyu's eyes, for what he knew from Zeniro was that the man always acted on instinct and impulse. If he paused to think things through it could mean he was rationalizing with himself; or perhaps the maori had begun devoloping a method to the madness.

"I prefer to think of them as students, not fodder. This is a place for learning...or more acurately eating in here, not the place for a fight. Tournaments and the like, there you can use all that manly testosterone to smash all you want!" Kyu offered in further attempts to difuse Zeniro.

"Oh hell." Kyu sighed, still keeping his eyes on Zeniro. "What is that, leftover Stern strategy of screwing others over? I'll tell you there is little I'm afraid of now Zeniro after all the BS I've been through, and faculty of Hircine? Not ranking high on that list."

By now it would take more than calming one person to difuse the entire situation, but that would have to wait til later. Kyukaku could look all he wanted if he chose to, but he knew he wouldn't find anyone more dangerous than Zeniro. If Zeniro could be taken care of, one way or another, than calming a few dozen angry students would be simple. Zeniro's intensity made the riot behind him seem harmless in comparison.

What would Kyukaku do if and when this came down to violence? He wasn't exactly counting on taking down Zeniro singlehandedly, though he wouldn't give up before he made an effort. Damn, you know you won't give up no matter what you put yourself into. Zeniro was quite the threat, but Kyukaku hadn't become known at Varron or Hircine for that matter based on his diplomatic skills. If it came down to it, he would be sure to show Zeniro why that was.

"So, tired of standing yet? I'm kind of hungry now that I think about it..."

[Leon Loire]

'Oh, to HELL with this!'

A rather muscle-wrenching snarl suddenly molded its form across the face of a Varronite Senior student, a particularly 'average' body identified as Leon Loire. Upon those tensing shoulders were his usual and fondly signature attire: the 'lion-mane' collar, the dark leather jacket, rich brown double-notch belt, jet black ankle boots, simple black jeans with a buckle or two for deception, and the typical leather fighting gloves in reserve, hiding in a pocket. Leon's own hands slipped inside his jacket slips for leisure, his navy gaze watched as a small band of Hircinian football players, basketball players, and even cheerleaders began a ruckus on the near side of the school's cafeteria.

'Do they even learn? I call them sheep, but I at least gave them the effort of respecting a possibility of intelligence! Are their jocks so dumb they can't conceive of the consequences?'

A quick flash of Tiao Lei Shen's face spread over Loire's mental eye, and a sudden stubborn acceptance passed through his conscious.

'I suppose they can be.'

Sighing in a sort of tired amazement, Leon inserts his left hand into an interior jacket pocket, retrieving his fighting gloves. He wasn't exactly sure why the Hircinian football team had started hell - it was clear they weren't the varsity squad, since they had helped quell the riot of a few days passed - and yet Loire was in no mood for the manipulative "popular" Pillar known as Kurtz to show up and start barking orders, and in the end, Leon could recognize that it would be much easier if the Spartan attitude of the Varronite population could be used to quell the situation.

'Time to work, Leon.'

Starting forward, Leon scans the edges of the cafeteria chambers, attempting to recognize any possible Varronites that could help act as muscle for the upcoming matter. It would be rather easy to organize a few Varronites to help him, and in the end, Leon knew it would be extremely simple to use Kurtz's own subtle influence to prevent further violence. In the end, it only required a bit of intimidation and yelling a name, and the sheep would run off in separate directions of fear.

Reaching the head of a table and looking to the students gazing back toward him, Leon points out three students and thumbs them to stand, "You three, I need some help preventing another riot. You up for it?"

Leon knew by now that these three were fellow Varronites, and it appeared one of them had been the friend of the Varronite that had helped Leon during the riot, before Shen had subsequently subdued him. They replied in reluctance, unsure of wanting violence, before glancing at each other, and than Loire again. They weren't loyal to him, but the Senior still held a good bit of respect, and eventually, the three stood up, one nodding in acceptance.

"We're with you Loire. I just hope this doesn't repeat what happened on Tuesday."

Leon smiled, and started to stroll toward the mess of fists and feet, "Trust me, this is my art. Now stick close, and look like you work at the Legion - there you go. Very bouncer-like."

Forcing a tight-lipped frown across his face and marching efficiently toward the band of fighters, Leon felt the presence of the three Varronites flank behind him, and within a few moments the four peacekeepers were within clear sight of recognition.

"Hey, you trying to get Kurtz's attention? I certainly hope not." Leon noted with a hostile tone as he stood behind the mass of basketball players, and within an instant the mass majority of the pile drew their attention to Loire.

Had this been some mediocre Varronite or another Hircinian, then the fools would have continued their pitiful brawl. But Leon had begun to gain the reputation of a Varronite figurehead rather quickly, and after the chaos of the riot, it seemed Kurtz's name had become a sort of curse. Of course, the three Varronites behind Loire with their arms crossed and eyes like icy steel clearly added an affect. All it'd take was a command by Loire, and the four combined forces would easily smash the jocks to pieces.

'Never mess with a Varronite...'

"What's it to you, fool?" one of the football players reluctantly questioned, his hand still gripping a basketball player's jersey.

Strolling forward and diplomatically separating the two men, Leon lightly places his hand on the shoulder of the athlete and nods in understanding, "Listen, I know as well as everyone at that riot what happened. Were you there? No, course you weren't - else this fight here wouldn't be happening. Now, believe me, this is not the sort of way you wish to end your chances of a College scholarship. Hircine High is a great school to be at, and if you only play by their rules, you have a chance at escaping their grip and living your life!"

Leon looked to the rest of them solemnly, a frown no longer on his face, but now a stern sort of soft command in substitute, "I know, you're all wondering why I'd be telling you to listen to them; but I will not concern politics in this matter, the only concern is your future. Do you really wish to let a simple fight stop your chances at the NBA, or the NFL, or simply a good job in the sports world, the business world, or beyond? I know you may be upset that things have changed, but get real. It's time you look forward, not back."

The football player next to Leon seemed quiet for a moment, but then nodded reluctantly, then in agreement. "The Varronite's right! I'm trying to get a scholarship, I don't need this shit on my name."

Another basketball player nodded as well, and within seconds, the group was murmuring positively and dispersing, their eyes somewhat respectful to Leon, but more concerned with what he had said - and how to escape the possibility of having someone else ratting them out to Blayne.

Leon allowed a grin to spread over him, his arms now laying on his hips as he turned to look to the three Varronites, "See? I'm not always a zealot. Even I can recognize when to be a considerate guy."

The three only smirked back, and nodded to the former Captain, "Glad to hear it Leon. I'll follow you anytime. Now we're heading back to our lunch. Take care."

Leon nodded back, "Thanks, you too."

Breathing in lightly, Leon felt a bit of honest satisfaction with his success; he had forgotten how effective diplomacy really could be - and to think, he only used a small dose of fear to succeed.

'Fear is only a small element to the power of influence. It's unfortunate the System relies too heavily upon it and its horrifying partner...'

About to stroll forward, Leon realized something: a person was still laying on the tiled floor. Looking down to the feminine body, Leon allowed another frown to cross him before leaning downward, placing his right hand on the girl's shoulder and preparing to look at her face...

Within a second, he realized it was Melysa Rouleau.

Leon's eyes widened a bit in surprise; he hadn't seen her in so long, and the last he'd seen her, she'd been... well, very different from how she looked now.

"Mel? Hey, you okay?" Leon questioned softly, wondering why she was on the floor... had the cheerleaders attacked her? A small bruise seemed to be at her head, the girl's hand already caressing the region that began to swell. At the same time, her body motion seemed to be favoring its side.

"Come on Mel, you better get up..." Leon reminded, slowly standing up as his left hand lightly reached into Mel's palm, before easing her upward. Standing up, Leon looked down at her face, unsure of what to expect.

"Mel..." Leon said, glancing down at her, wondering what to do, what to say...

Still, in the corner of Leon's eye, another odd form caught his attention: a rather large tank of a body in the oddest of clothing and appearance, and... Tyler Scott speaking with him? Kyukaku looked to be acting cautious... but what for?

It seemed there really was a reason, as the other form began to stand in an intimidating battle stance, and Kyukaku seemed to be resorting to defenses as well.

'Ah hell, I need to go check on him once things are clear over here. Tyler can definitely handle himself, but I'm sure it'd at least take two of us to bring down someone that powerful...'

[Zeniro]

Zeniro's strong hands flexed slightly as he watched Kyu. He saw their mouth moving, but some deep set instinct in him had caused all sound to muffle. His gaze would no doubt become distant, his mind instead concerntratiing inwardly focusing on his breathing. Zeniro oftened entered this almost medatative state, it was a means of calming himself...honing himself. Oddly enough it was often the utter calm before the storm. The taste of anothers blood still lingered on the Maori's lips and he felt his heart rate increase at the thought of it.

'...I'll tell you there is little I'm afraid of now Zeniro....'

Zeniro blinked slowly, his sharp predatory gaze honing its attention back onto Kyu's face. He raised an eyebrow at the phrase that struck a chord with him. Life without fear. Zeniro's unsettling smile creeped across his lips once more.

"Everyone's affraid of something..."

Zeniro sniffed slightly, as if testing for some scent on the air. He now looked back to Kyu. His dark penatrating gaze unwavering as he continued to talk.

"When there is mutual fear, men think twice before they make aggression upon one another."

Zeniro paused once more. Another voice har roared over the din of clashing bodies. Another familiar voice. A slow breath slipped from the lips of the animalistic student. He'd had a brief release of the deep set anger that lay dormant within him, but it was not enough for him to smash his plate over the gang bangers head and then incapacitate him completely with a headbutt. Zeniro's desires were much darker...he had inclifted what he saw as trivial wounds. For Zeniro there was no such thing as the fight or flight complex...only the fight called to him and he began to crave it. Over Kyu's shoulder he caught sight of a student...one he had encountered at Varron. One who would not stop moving. This keen memory apparently frustrated a part of Zeniro.

"It appears the odds favour you once again...."

Zeniro's right hand had cusped the table slightly. A discreet movement. It would appear he was resting his arm. Suddenly in one explosion of power he hurled the table up from the floor and sent it at a point blank range towards Kyu. After doing so Zeniro would take a step backward. Zeniro was not one for giving much fore-warning when he was going to do something. Kyu would have to deal with a solid table before he even considered doing anything to Zeniro. It was clear the beast was tired of talking and his one track mind had now focused on other, more pirmal instincts.

"Fuck fear. Fuck it all....They want to rehabilitate me...I'd rather die."

It was apparent now that Zeniro's unstable persona was beggining to shine through. His words although outspoken and probably audible to all those around him were not directed at any one person in particular. Merely a statement released during a moment of heightened agression. His thoughts became hell bent on rebelling against those who he saw as standing against him..those who tried to change him. In truth the life expectancy of anyone in his immediate vicinty had dropped a fraction. Once Zeniro had started on the war path he was notoriously difficult to subdue. Few in his life time could physically stop him...even fewer could control him with words. The safety of those in the caferteria apparently rested on the shoulders of two young men, and anyone else they could rally behind them.

[Kyukaku]

Kyu couldn't help but feel his words had begun to phase through the shape of Zeniro. It was apparent in the man's face that he stopped listening. Well, stopped listening to him that is. His eyes pierced forward, giving Kyu the same impression that a predatory animal ready to pounce would. Enforcing this thought, Zeniro began to sniff in the air, commenting on Kyu's brief mention of fear.

"Uh..ok. I'm not making agression here Zeniro. See? The hands!" Kyukaku tried, waving his hands again in front of his face.

Zeniro's gaze fell through Kyukaku once again, speaking of the odds favoring himself again. He was tempted to look back to see what in the world Zeniro was talking about; but to take your eyes off Zeniro would be beyond stupid. Take even too long of a blink and Zeniro would be clasping your scalp and pounding in your face by the time you opened your eyelids back up.

Zeniro snaked his hand underneath the table to his side, Kyu sighing inwardly as he misinterpreted this action. Well he seems bored, but at least that means he doesn't want to tear out my throat as of yet. Not a moment after this thought finished, Zeniro hefted the table up at Kyukaku in one quick movement.

"Dammit!" Kyu exlcaimed from behind a clenched jaw, jumping backwards off his right foot.

Planting the left foot a few feet behind him, Kyukaku thrust his right shoe forward in a hard front push kick with his heel, driving the table back forwards and hopefully into an unexpecting Zeniro a few yards down. Immediately following the defense Kyukaku would get into his usual stance of left foot forward, both hands up half-clenched with his right hand at jaw level and left lower and farther out from his body. The passive face of Kyu quickly changed, a furrowed brow above his narrow gaze that fell upon Zeniro, speaking to the man in a much harsher tone which showed his anger.

"Its all about avoiding your rehabilitation!? You aren't proving anything but the fact you're a monster Zeniro! If you really want to prove a point, rehabilitize yourself! Make your own changes to show you are really in charge of you for once!"

Kyukaku's muscles tensed for a moment, feeling the intensity of the situation. He had some good fights since moving to Hircine, the tournament giving him no disapointments. However this was completely different. There were no rules, and where in a tournament he could leave it with no hard feelings this situation gave him nothing but. If Zeniro wouldn't listen to reason then Kyu had no choice to give him what he wanted.

Zeniro related well to a wild dog, constantly hungry for another meal. In Zeniro's eyes Kyu would be nothing but another piece of meat, something to chew up and spit out.

Take a bite Zeniro; you may grind me down or swallow me whole. But know this time when you do, you'll choke.

[~MeL~]

Melysa had carefully ripped away the sounds of everything from her mind. She hated it all... Her eye lids would close tightly, and her lower lips would be bitten by her own teeth. Mel lay with the ground, without trying to get up once more, it seemed when your already to the ground ya can't go lower... Hence why she stayed there. Her mind was racing with ideas and thoughts and feelings, not caring if someone would step on her.

She indeed felt something upon her shoulder, but it wasn't an other's body falling on her or a large foot stepping on her, it was a large hand that would snap her out of her trence. Her eyes opened as this one spoke her name. At that very instant, the tone, the voice, made her heart ache for a few seconds, and slowly her eyes would be brought up to look at this one. Her facial expression was one of a confused girl.... She was wondering how he knew her name, she had never told anyone her name before... Maybe just once, but that was a while back...

As this dominante hand gripped hers, Melysa became unsure again. She hadn't realised he had stopped everything, for she had been to focused on things inside her mind, then outside in this world... As she would lift herself up, Melysa would slowly snatch her hand away and stare at this man, not saying a word. Her eyes would look at him directly in his sockets, before she would take a step back, bringing her arms closer to her.

Right after so, she would hear a crash, a table crashing into something. Her head would jerk to the side and her stare would become a glare once again. What more?

Her eyes would look back at Loire quickly, before she would focus her attention one this angry one.
"Why?"
She whispered this to herself, slowly she was getting annoyed of everything. it was odd how now, in a way she seemed to want to just charge the bitch and see what happens after, but Melysa wasn't going to do that, she had no self-esteem upon herself, and slowly her eyes would look at the ground.

You would think not knowing your past for that long, you get used to it... But you don't it keeps on following you, it keeps on devouring you... This emptyness never stopped...
Her teeth would jerk together, rubbing them together out of stress and anger, because of the empty feeling, and because of this sudden urge to attack... but Mel took a step back instead, farther from the two boys. People began to scatter around, but Melysa didn't flinch, didn't move... Barely even thought...
Her eyes and ears were focused on the commotion, this beast that seemed to try and free itself from all of this.
'I don't understand.... Why does he bother comming to school if he... he could run away... into the forest... and kill as much as he wanted there... but it seemed something held him back in this place, and that got under Mel's curiosity.... A whole lot... Hence why she stood there, didn't move, and could only stare at Zeniro directly in the eyes, even if he hadn't noticed her, even if he hadn't dropped a gaze on her, she never stopped looking at him, her eyes widened by fear and fascination

[Leon Loire]

The intensity of the confrontation only grew more as Tyler's attempts at calming Zeniro failed, and as Leon Loire pivoted his sight towards the two fighters for a moment to examine the situation, he knew within a brief glimpse that his involvement was inevitable. His only hope was that his words could somehow succeed where his friend had not.

'What the hell is he doing here, anyway? Is Stern planning to return?' The attempt at explaining Zeniro's presence seemed futile, and as Leon drew his attention back to the fallen Rouleau, he could not help but feel fear. He remembered distinctively of Mason's use of Zeniro against Aryck Venn long ago, when he was still clouded in the identity of Alexander Thompson... of course, that had been when Leon met Melysa for the first time as well, a girl that had been one of the liveliest people he had never known.

Then again, after Leon had become himself once more, the lively female form had changed drastically, becoming someone that had chilled Leon's own self-preservations indefinitely.

Looking back to Melysa, Leon found the girl slowly inching herself away, as if she didn't even know, let alone trust, Leon at all. Her eyes depicted uncertainty and confusion, her face distrust. She seemed like a ghost of her former self... either one.

"...Mel?" Leon quietly whispered in shock, looking at her stare back as if she didn't even know him, as if he were just some random guy looking for help and was far from deserving a thanks, "...You don't realize who I am, do you?"

Staring back at the girl in wonder, Leon was about to continue, explaining his name, questioning what was wrong... when a sudden crash came from Leon's right, and with a quick turn toward his right, Loire saw the thrown table kicked back towards Zeniro, watching in surprise as it lunged toward the beast in sudden speed.

'Great, now we've hit the boiling point.'

Looking to Melysa one last time and noting her keen interest in the chaos, Leon Loire took his hint; he had to become involved. Stepping past the girl with a fluid motion, Leon decided it was better to leave her be; he wanted to help her - with whatever it was she needed help with - but it seemed another matter needed severe actions in return.

"Zeniro," Leon spoke with a sort of iron tongue, his eyes sternly set on the back of Zeniro's head; whether the beast had deflected or been hit by the table, it seemed he was still far from beaten, "If you want to fight someone, I can certainly tell you this isn't the place, and starting chaos isn't going to gain you anything. Stern Mason isn't here to command you, much less counter my own abilities. Might as well cut your losses now, before you only dig a worse hole to recover from."

[laoch]

Varron students. . .we give them a place to go besides the gutter and all they do is fight back. This thought ran through Laoch's brain as he watched the inevitable carnage break out. Everyone seemed overjoyed to throw a punch somewhere, no matter who stood in front of them. Yet it seemed none of the violence drifted very far toward the table Laoch and his friends were sitting at, in all honesty who would want to take on guy built like a tank. Laoch despised fighting and cared for the well being of others around him, but in this situation he could do nothing since even if he went after the one who started it, it would only add to the anarchy.

"Perhaps its best we leave. . " Laoch spoke softly while looking at his friends.

There was nods all around the table as they left their trays and made their way out of the cafeteria. Laoch positioned himself closest to the fighting since if anyone strayed over to their little convoy, he could push them back into the fray, and prevent a fight from taking place so close to them. His friends once outside of the cafeteria quickly picked up their pace and headed off toward their own little safety spots. Laoch turned around and started heading back into the cafeteria when one of his friends spoke to him in a worried tone.

"Laoch, why are you going back in there? I know you're huge, but that won't save you from a mob."

Laoch smiled at his friend and gave them a little wave to go away. "This mob is hurting other people, some of them are my friends, and some of them are not. Either way, I believe I could help others get out of here, or at least take the injured to the nurse's office."

Laoch's friend nodded slightly before looking at the ground and slowly walking away. Laoch knew none of his friends could fight and the very notion made them all uneasy. Laoch knew he would be exactly like them if he wasn't so big. Laoch walked back into the cafeteria, helping others that had fallen, and tried to get more people out of the cafeteria. Laoch hadn't been paying attention outside of the people he was trying to help, but he did hear a voice boom out over the racket. A man was talking to the students who were hell bent on beating each other to a pulp. Laoch didn't know who the guy was and doubt he would since the guy's back was turned toward him. Yet the guy seemed to have stopped the students from causing anymore hell.

Laoch watched quietly as the mob began to disperse, some helping others, some nursing injuries, and others left on the floor. Laoch slowly relaxed himself at seeing everyone quiet down, he began to help others when he heard a sudden burst of noise. Laoch noticed the guy who started the whole riot was far from finished as he saw a table fly toward one of the students. It seemed the other student was expecting such a tactic or far more familiar with fighting. Laoch instantly thought he was a student of Varron, since not many people in Hircine High could really fight well. It appeared that these Varron students only knew how to communicate through the use of force. Laoch didn't know any of them, but perhaps at the very least he could intervene since between the fight since there was still many people on the ground bleeding.

Laoch moved closer to the combatants, just enough that he would most likely appear in the corner of their eyes. Laoch had no intention of fighting them, but he would jump into the fray if one of the injured was going to get trampled.

[stern]

"I highly recommend you hold you tongue Leon. You never know who will snatch it away from you."

He doubted it mattered if Leon turned around, he knew who had just spoken. He wondered how deeply his voice was engraved deeply into his mind, how many times he had jerked it around just because he though he heard it. It didn't matter, because he knew that with those words, something he percieved as dark had arrived. He walked softly through the crowd, an almost barrier from attention around him until he wanted to make himself noticed lifting as he spoke.

Stern Mason, a man who is defined as hero or devil merely by perspective. Leon favored the latter of course, which was not suprising. If he knew everything, Leon would probably hate him more.

Then again, Stern made a point of making sure only he knew everything that was going on.

"I have to admit you've improved since we last met....tugging at the worry's of the common man, playing on thier insecurities, on the fear of losing what little they have. It's amazing how you become more like me with every new day. I was considering the elminating you before you became a threat this time, but perhaps I should just let you become an ally with time."

Stern took a break at this point, knowing Leon would likely have something to say to him. Leon was interesting to Stern, in that he always had something to say. What value it held varied with occasion, but Stern believed in the power of ation itself, regardless of consequence. Though enjoying conversation was the last thing on his mind with this sudden pause in his attention.

"Zeniro, stop for now."

Stern was one of the few people who could say to have any measure of control over Zeniro. Like Kyu, he treated him like a wild animal, but where as Kyu saw that as a dim-witted beast that needed calming down, Stern treated it as great potential. Afterall, the difference between one mans warhound and anothers crazed dog was a matter of whose jugular the teeth were digging into. So instead of playing tamer, pitfully offering table scraps in return for a moment of peace, Stern played alpha-male. He demanded respect, loyalty, and obedience, but in return guaranteed a life of feasting.

Of course, if Stern couldn't deliver on that, it would mean he would be Zeniro's choice for dinner. Luckily, Zeniro was a man of perculiar patience for his personality.

"Thank you for saving me the trouble of looking for him Loire, you'd be suprised how easy it is to lose track of him."

[charlotte]

It had happened again, another brawl, this time in the cafeteria. However this brawl was miniscule compared to the riot that had happened a few days before, and seemed to have been perpetuated by a single student.

Charlotte, at the opposite end of the cafeteria, normally would have merely left the scene, but something within her had sparked. She watched - no longer eating her meagre salad - attentively as one student fought, tossing table and chairs about, whilst other students screamed for fighting in bloodlust, and a few peacemakers tried to quell the dispute.

Then, through the crowd, she watched as Leon appeared, instantly brining an air of control and authority, effectively stopping the fight. However, the student who had begun the brawl seemed rather disinclined to listen to Leon, continuing his fight with another student as the brawl settled down and slowly began to disperse, people leaving the cafeteria in sporadic groups.

In the previous riot, through her own unusual haze of bloodlust, she had begun to see Leon as an enemy, rather than a peacekeeper, but seeming him now, as he single-handedly quelled the uprising (though once major fight still remained) and even stopping to check if a girl, who had fallen in the initial chaos, was alright, she began to feel a twinge of respect.

The previous riot had changed much. Now, it wasn't so simple as a rivalry between the transfers and the Hircines. Now, it was matter of those who wanted to disrupt the system, and those who wanted to keep the peace, with old hatreds and rivalries, new and old plot, factions and groups all splitting the surface of the once black-and-white conflict. It was all a web now, and Charlotte had finally decided what side she was on.

Standing with an angry sigh, she pushed her way through a group of students leaving the scene of the fight, several of them with cuts and bruises. As she walked, she caught wind of Leon saying,
"Zeniro, if you want to fight someone, I can certainly tell you this isn't the place, and starting chaos isn't going to gain you anything. Stern Mason isn't here to command you, much less counter my own abilities. Might as well cut your losses now, before you only dig a worse hole to recover from."

Charlotte pushed through the slowly disappating throng of people, walking straight up and standing behind Leon and the other man who had suddenly pulled up behind him, and had begun speaking to both Leon and the strange, wild fighter. She pulled out her cell phone, flipping it open and placing her finger lightly on the "1".

"Some people just want to eat thier lunch in peace." She patronized coldly, staring around Leon, speaking directly to the wild student who was still persisting on fighting.
"Leon's right. Calm down, or find somewhere else to go. This isn't the place to be fighting. Besides, the last thing we need is for a pillar to barge in here and reprimand us all." She purposely left out the commands of the newcomer, mostly because of his tone, and a patronising attitude to match her own, but partly because she had no idea who he could be.

She held up her phone, waving it lightly in the air as she warned:
"Tiao Lei Shen could be here in minutes. I have him on speed dial. I don't think you want that."

[Zeniro]

Zeniro watched with pleasure as that table came right back. Kyu had improved. Although Zeniro could have stepped to one side and simply allowed the table to pass him by. His aggravated mind had other ideas. His fists had already clenched into formidable balls. With a huge roar of agression Zeniro allowed his right arm to surge forward, the mass of muscle's in his shoulders and his arms rippling with tremendous power as they became taught. With all the power and precision of a heavy weight fighter Zeniro allowed his hip and his stance to follow through. The right foot taking the lead. Then with one tremendous snapping sound Zeniro's fist slammed into the table, Zeniro's body remained stalwart as he drove his arm and hand literally through the cheap wooden table. Splinters erupting everywhere as he did so. The table itselft veered violently off to one side before skidding to a halt. Zeniro's eyes locked now directly on the face of Kyu, his fists still extended, showing how the leather of his glove had torn under the force of the impact and even the tough skin on Zeniro's knuckles now bled, the impact of such a blow easily shredding the table, his gloves and even his own flesh.
Zeniro's dark eyes fell to his bloodied knuckles, that unsettling smirk slipping across his features once more. His mind turning inward for a moment as he imagined what the consequences would be if he ever hit a human with such devastating force.
Once more Zeniro noticed Kyu's mouth moving...was he trash talking...or was he trying to calm the situation. Zeniro at this point didn't really care. He just to hurt somebody...

'If you want to fight someone, I can certainly tell you this isn't the place, and starting chaos isn't going to gain you anything. Stern Mason isn't here to command you, much less counter my own abilities. Might as well cut your losses now, before you only dig a worse hole to recover from.'

Zeniro openly laughed at the statement that came from the familiar voice behind him. Nothing to gain? Nothing to fucking gain? It was clear Leon didn't understand the way Zeniro's feral mind worked. Zeniro had no master plan in life...often he just wanted to fight...he craved that cold release of adrenaline. He nigh on craved someone elses blood to be spilled by his own hands. Wether or not he took a beating in the process meant little to him. In this situation Zeniro couldn't comprehend any disadvantage he might have...he simply had more targets and a higher chance to grab someone and bend them to his will. Zeniro had experienced it on so many occasions...being outnumbered, but then he'd get his hands on someone. After he'd torn someones flesh open with his bare hands often those who wanted to stop him or help their friends in a fight weren't so brave anymore. Zeniro was about to offer a reply when a voice broke over the noise...that voice belonged to the only person in recent history who had ever held any sort of sway over the rabid Zeniro.

'Zeniro, stop for now.'

In the moment those words were spoken Zeniro went from his agressive stance to something regarding neutral. Even then Zeniro often held himself in suich a way that it looked like he could launch himself into a full on assault in the blink of an eye. Zeniro had lost interest in both Kyu and Leon now and simply looked back toward Stern. Something of a genuine smile breaking onto those thin lips of his. Was Stern the reason Zeniro was called to this place? afterall...Stern's presence along with Zeniro's if it was an accident, it was a direly unfortunate one for any student in the school. Especially for any who got on the wrong side of Stern. Zeniro knew Stern could pull strings...had Stern located him at that god forsaken psychiatric hospital and had him sent here?

"A pleasent surprise....for me atleast."

As Zeniro finsihed speaking these words he heard some female voice rambling in an aggravated tone. As soon as she broke through the crowd and came to the fore-ground Zeniro's eyes immediately honed in on her. His stance shifting slightly and his hands starting to flex, those talon like fingers curling into the palms of his gloves. Although he hadn't paid much head to what she had said thus far. It was evident she was angry...and she was angry with him. Zeniro hated people...trying to tell him off. The only thing that had stopped him through bulldozing a path toward her was the fact Stern had told him to stop. Those two words that tagged the end of the statement were the key to control...'for now'. To Zeniro this meant that there was the possibility he would be given free reign of destruction. This thought brought a darkness to his gaze and an unwavering coldness to his face.

'Tiao Lei Shen could be here in minutes. I have him on speed dial. I don't think you want that.'

"Call you're fucking Pillar....I'll tear him to pieces right in front of your eyes..."

Zeniro's voice had changed in tone it remained deep, but his wors were not laced with agression or his usual mocking. His voice was almost monotone as if he had slipped into some sort of trance. All that could be said for his words is that they dripped with seriousness. Zeniro had little to no regard for any authority. A pillar was another meat bag to tear apart. If Zenir ever came across Tia he would carve his name into their skull...then students like this would not admire them so blindly.

[Kyukaku]

Zeniro roared and wood shattered, the maori's fist ripping through the table. Kyukaku's eyes widened, for he expect Zeniro to move out of the way, or most likely stand there and knock the table away. Kyukaku may have been able to do the same thing Zeniro did, save a little extra effort, but he wasn't crazy enough to give it a try. Zeniro's knuckles bled, but it didn't lessen his image at all. He stood there, knuckles bleeding and muscles bulging.

He really was out for blood.

Past Zeniro Kyukaku watched as Leon approached from behind, alerting Kyu to his presence. Instead of hitting him in the back of the head with a metal chair as Kyu wished, Leon used his most known attack: words.

You get points for trying Leon, but you've only made things worse. Zeniro doesn't react to rationale, only fists. By threatening his chances of succession you've only challenged him to try, which will only make him that much more dangerous to others.

When Kyu was sure Zeniro would verbally discard Leon's words and procede to kill one, if not both of them; they were all met with supreme surprise.

Stern Mason had entered Hircine High.

"Glad we could be of service, Stern." Kyukaku offered in reply, giving him a flash of a fake smile. "I'd ask why you're here Stern, but we remember how the last time I asked you a question how it turned out. Nothing like a gangbeat on your first week of school huh?"

Before anything else could of been said after Kyu's words, a girl made her presence known, threatening to call a pillar. It just so happend to be Tiao Lei Shen, the only one Kyu had met personally. Also a bad move, as Zeniro most likely could rip out Tiao's throat. Even if he couldn't, making such a threat would only get him that much more riled up and ready to kill anyone in the way.

"No you won't." Kyukaku cut in after Zeniro, turning his gaze back to the man. "You aren't going to hurt anyone else, even a jag like that, as long as I'm standing. Plus, your master told you to sit."

[stern]

"I'm afraid I have no idea what your talking about Kyukaku...I don't keep as tight of a leash on my associates as some of the other members of the school."

Stern raised his hand up and began rubbing his thumb across his fingers purposely avoiding the wraps around them. He would have highly doubted the fight between the two would have ended in Kyus favor if Stern hadn't interfered, and Zeniro was never lacking in self-confidence...but then again, it could be a severe lack of self-doubt as well...Stern always attributed that same flaw to himself.

"I don't think your really in much of a position to be threatening Zeniro. Though I would like you to stop Zeniro, you know how I like to avoid scenes that I don't plan out. You don't want to spoil your appetite anyway, this time things will be much more hands on."

[~MeL~]

People were gathering... Eyes began crawling over this sight, but not so many, only some who seemed to want something to do with this. Tilting her head to the right, Mel's hazelnut eyes stared straight out at the pretty big guy who came in... Though her attention was drawn back quickly, since a man, seeming important, began to talk, adressing himself to this furious beast, they called him Zeniro. Blinking away the fuzyness her vision was becoming, Melysa turned her head to look back at Zeniro, wondering what his reaction to commands like this.

He still stood, bleh, obvious... It would of been a pitty in a way to see him actually sit, it would of conformed the mass body and the lack of brains... But nope, as Melysa had thought he hadn't really listen to this new guy's orders. Melysa has noticed the other girl stepping in, trying to talk threw Zeniro... Glaring, she wondered what they were all trying to do, haven't they noticed talking to him made no difference? Why didn't they all just charge him and knock him out to keep the place in as muhc peace as they could now...
This was like in the movies when the bad nijas attack the good one, but one by one instead of ganging him..

Sighing, her nut eyes drifted away to look at the ground. Melysa became stable, her attention focused on a dot on the ground, a.... crimson dot.... Blood.
Mel's eyes widened as her head pounded. Even though the pain ran threw her body, Melysa didn't flinch. Her mind was to focused on trying to discover why this splat of blood on the ground hurted her so much, why it raged her, why all her emotions got mixed up...

Snapping out of it, Melysa was covered in sweat, breathing in hard. The only part she really caught after the 'sit' command, was that someone shouldn't waste their appetite, or something... Looking around, Melysa noticed who was actually here now. Only a few, most of every students were gone... she should do the same. Her presence here wasn't needed, nor was it noticed... Only that weird guy who knew her name, but that freaked her out more then anything so...

Taking a few steps back, she tried to remove herself from this scene but it seemed her curiosity was taking over. Her eyes were directly staring at Zeniro... The only thing she needed now was popcorn and a comfertable seat.
Watching this seen, Melysa almost had a smile cracking on her lips, out of pure excitment... To her fresh and clear memory this was the most action Mel had had in her life!

Odd, how at first she would of screamed at them to stop, and now she even felt like telling them to stop talking and fight! Fight fight fight!!! Why wasn't it comming out of her head?

[Leon Loire]

Leon Loire soon found himself thick in the frozen clamp of fear, not because of some sort of animalistic threat by the beast known as Zeniro, but because of an instilled command that quickly slipped toward him from a painfully familiar voice.

'Speak of the Devil...' An icy nerve quickly fired, the simple thought of passion tensing the muscles in Loire's body. There were several things that could shake Leon Loire from shock or fear, but only one object caused Leon absolute terror: a figure that could outsmart him, manipulate him, treat one of his prized attributes as if it were nothing.

Stern Mason, after months of stress and mind games, had become the embodiment of that terror in Loire's eyes.

Standing firmly as Mason strolled forward, Leon felt a pain stab through his body - not a physical agony, but rather a terrible realization. Stern was right... Leon was becoming too dependent upon the manipulation of the Hircine population, using methods of rephrasing words and truths to try and convince them of the System's evil, or the current Hierarchy's corruption. He tried to break them, influence them through darker means, and he failed to succeed because he was using the methods of the System itself, using Stern's method of disorder.

'Damnit, I'm not him... I'm not!'

Glancing to Mason's back as he caught his form, Leon felt a slight growl pass over his face, before forcing the lips into a simple frown, "Perhaps I have caught on to some of your tactics and absorbed them. Then again, the use of fear all depends on its uses, and I'm sure my methods so far have been far from what you've always kept to."

Listening to Stern order Zeniro's patience, Leon could not help but find frustration. It was starting again, all over again...

'They're back, all three of them: Kvist, Stern, Trent... we were supposed to leave behind the evils of our past, we were supposed to be free... and now look! We're worse off than before!'

Tightening his fists, Leon glared at the back of Zeniro's head as he attempted to threaten someone speaking about Tiao Lei Shen - honestly, hearing Shen's name didn't help Leon's mood - and at the thought of the beast striking down someone attempting to calm the situation, Leon could not help but find his voice yet again. For now, he had to ignore the extremely tall observer, or Melysa in the background, or even Tyler Scott as he stood ready to fight.

"Stern, I highly recommend you taking leave of this cafeteria. I can't see anything for you to gain here if you supposedly have no intention of destroying me or Kyukaku, and you'd only bring unwanted attention to yourself by Blayne if you adopt attention. We do not have the time nor the patience for your presence, so if you would go now, it'd be very intelligent."

[Alkaiser]

"Dammit...this is gonna be troublesome." Steve thinks to himself as he listens to the story unfold. It hasn't been but a week and already another riot is fit to break out. He chugs the last of his chocolate milk, observing the giant across the room as his head goes back to take in the chocolatey liquid and again as it comes back down. The first riot of the lunch period ended before it began, but if the tension holds up there will be a second chance for violence.

Steve slides his tray aside, opens his backpack, removes two pieces of paper and begins to fold. "If it happens, this fight will definately make up for the one that ended too soon the other day. Here's hoping I break a sweat this time." It's not advantageous to enter the verbal war, but should fighting commence Steve sits ready to enter the fray. He continues to observe from where he sits, understanding that none of his men were here to help.

Just the way he prefers to fight.

[laoch]

They all know each other. . .I wonder if that is a good thing, Laoch wondered as he saw the arrival of another stranger. Laoch decided if things were cooling down he might as well listen so he could put a name to the faces around him. Laoch caught the name of Leon, who he guessed was the guy that dispersed the mob. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear the rest of the conversation by a loud crashing sound. Laoch quickly snapped his head toward the sound and his heart stopped a moment. The guy who had started all this just broke a table with one punch. Laoch could perform the same feat, but there was a clear difference between Laoch and the man before him.

The man before him was crazy as hell, bloodthirsty, and knew how to fight. Laoch on the other hand doesn't know how to fight well , can look menacing, and still had his sanity. Laoch was sure of it, he would be coming in a box if he went up against that 'thing.' The 'thing' was called Zeniro and it seemed almost everyone gathered here knew of him. Laoch didn't catch much else, he was slowly trying to figure out a way to beat this Zeniro character if he went wild again.

We're either dead on or about equal in body height and mass. So. . .errm yea. . .note to self, if fight breaks out don't go for the guy who could kick your ass. Laoch thought to himself as he silently watched and dreaded what would happen next since the tension seemed to be building up instead of drowning.