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Post by Gilsin on Jan 4, 2008 7:40:55 GMT 1
Ein's reaction to the breaking of the mop wasn't one of surprise or delay. It was merely logical and simple adaptation. Ein now had a short stick now, but he also had a pointy stick. A pointy stick was one of the more ancient and reliable weapons for the reason the large Leader of Genaht would quickly demonstrate as his opponent yelled for the other Horseman.
He would thrust the mop handle into the abdomen of August, harshly, quickly and with a step forward to put weight into it, if the stick found it's mark, he would twist and rip outwards from the abdomen. Mercy was being left behind. Time was of the essence and as sure as Ein was standing, he knew there would be afew casualties of the mass panic. The stampede of humans banging against the doors in a hysterical want for escape.
He was to make his opponents pay in kind. Blood for blood, pain for pain. His own and his men shared and in his next target's case, if August should be fallen. Mostly his own.
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Post by Seth Calloway on Jan 9, 2008 6:54:51 GMT 1
(Alrighty, I've had enough time off. Let's get this party back on track, shall we?)
The two Horsemen sprinted through the halls, Mae-Lim easily catching up to the larger but slower leader of Revelation. Seth, of course, was content with this fact, though barely took notice of it, his attention instead focussed upon the radio's occasional bursts of dialogue between Watchers. As far as he could tell, the vast majority had been trapped in the Gymnasium, and what few patrols were outside of the locked down area weren't in the vicinity.
It's almost like the Principal isn't even trying. Then again, I suppose he's a bit... distracted, at the moment.
A smirk formed on Seth's face, knowing full well the sort of confrontation the man was facing in his own office. The school's Pillars had proven to be useful in more than one way, especially given how their goals had coincided with Revelation's fairly well. Their cooperation had made this battle almost too easy, to the point where it was starting to bore the Sophomore.
Soon enough, however, the two had made it to the Security Room, Mae-Lim entering first through the locked door and retrieving the tapes from the man within. Seth would step in closely after her, making sure to close the door behind him. After all, any unwelcome followers would make the next step difficult. Mae-Lim turned to face him, the grin on her face making him smile in return, as their work in this room was just about finished.
"...Beautiful."
Whether he was referring to the perfect execution of the plan, or Mae-Lim's expression would be left as a mystery, as Seth wouldn't say another word. Instead, his eyes drifted towards the man who ran the Security Room, who had casually turned off the cameras in the Principal's office, something he had worked out with Darren beforehand, no doubt. The moment he finished, however, the man would find Seth's hand grabbing the hair on top of his head, pulling him back into the powerful knee slamming into the rear of his skull. Being older, and obviously caught off guard, the man crumpled to the floor, rendered unconscious from the blow.
Seth would then kneel over him, his smile from before having never left his face during the entire action, his fingers moving swiftly to "relieve" the man of his keys. Standing up, he would face Mae-Lim once more, still apparently thrilled with himself.
"We can't have him changing his mind at the last moment. Come, Mae-Lim, I'll walk you outside."
With a wink, Seth would step outside the door, waiting for his female comrade to do so as well before locking it from the outside. After all, it'd make things difficult if someone were to get in there while he was gone. With a wide grin, the Sophomore male would offer Mae-Lim his hand, his eyes twinkling with amusement. They were almost finished, and once Mae-Lim reached her destination, Seth would make one more stop before calling it a day, fully intending to head to the Principal's office and check up on the Pillars. After all, they'd done such a good job so far.
It was too bad they needed to be put down as well.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 10, 2008 7:05:25 GMT 1
There is no telling when Valencia will ever learn that the Pillars decided to assist her in her escape, particularly Alkaiser’s lot, but odds are that she’ll thank the consideration and effort before wailing on them for doing what they just did. The gas was catching up, though slow in diffusing throughout the room itself and relatively far away from Valencia. The Asian already felt a prickling feeling beneath her skin and she wanted to lie down and curl up to make it go away. However, the chaos that was still raging on and the thought towards the people with her kept her on her feet enough to persevere. On top of that, the sprinklers came on, so the gas won’t be as bad as it could’ve been… To an average student at least. The door to the stage opened just briefly enough for Valencia to literally shove Gladys and Annette through to the other side, much to the petite editor’s chagrin, but quickly closed as though the other side was trying to keep them out.
Her heart began to race at the thought of what may have happened. Lockdown. Watchers hurting her friends? Merely the door slamming too shut to open? Valencia pressed her ear against the door to hell on the stage’s side and she couldn’t hear anything… Not because of the chaos, but because of the fumes in the air that muddled up her concentration. The sprinklers helped, but it was like rain on concrete—you smell something because it’s wet. She wasn’t in the mood to recall the things she learned in chemistry. Hopefully, the girls who escaped will hold their own long enough to play dead or something. Valencia had to escape before her senses killed her. She backed away from the door and nearly collided into Vince, once more forgetting about his presence due to the state of things. She needed to escape, that was it.
Or I’ll die… On campus of all places, before I finish my list of things to do…
No way was she going to let herself die, especially after having weird dreams that made her believe that she’s immortal to some degree. Valencia clung to her overcoat and searched for answers. Her intellect immediately clicked her idea together because of her closeness to the stage and she was thankful that she moved to the right place since the beginning of the assembly instead of being among brawlers like the rest of the student body. She climbed up onto the stage, unsure of what actions Vince would take, then cautiously yet quickly made her way to the ladder behind the curtains that led up to the heavens… Hell, trapdoors and possibly orchestra. Heaven, domain of the stage ninjas. While the doors to the place were locked, the windows high above the spreading gas had a lower possibility of posing as much difficulty escaping through. After all, doors were overrated and Valencia had an irrefutable reputation for using windows by now.
And should the windows be stuck or locked, I brought my retractable rod with me… That was what I had with me all along, just in case I need to use it in times like these…
Valencia Donahue. Different.
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Post by Kayar on Jan 10, 2008 19:57:03 GMT 1
(I'm still never sure when I've waited long enough to post here in this topic, or whether I haven't waited long enough. I'd like to get Kayar into a position to meet up with at least 1 other person, but who knows if I'll get there. We'll just see...)
Kayar watched as his fellow students continued to react in a thousand different ways to the pandemonium erupting all around. Some engaged the Watchers. Others still beat their fists pointlessly against the doors, apparently still not realizing how completely isolated from the outside they had really become.
The gas, that damn gas which Kayar hated with every part of his body, was still tangible on the air. No, more than tangible. It was biting. It added a strange, corrupted sense to the surrounding scene. While not all that visible, Kayar thought he could just make out the haze that encompassed the room. Or maybe that was just his own eyes, betraying him. A haze created by his exhausted mind.
He stumbled for a second, dizzy, then shook himself back, just as another group of students, finding it impossible to open one of the several doors, rushed past him. They nearly knocked him over, and he turned to watch them. But all they did was pound on the doors behind him, stepping over and on top of the fallen Watcher.
"Damnit..." Kayar turned back to the scene again, and strode into it. Seth better have an afterplan for this. Now Zeke doesn't sound as stupid... This is hell. He better have a way to fix this...
Lost in thought, he practically bumped into a fellow Revelation member. He almost recognized the student, but he wasn't quite sure. Allen? Alec? Adam? Aden?
It was one of those names, Kayar knew.
"Hey. So... any idea what the heck we're supposed to do now? Besides survive, I mean..."
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Post by Kyukaku on Jan 11, 2008 0:46:26 GMT 1
Kyukaku had taken down one Watcher in the beginning--with the bruises to prove it. Despite what Kyukaku wanted, this battle wasn't one of black and white. The Watchers weren't the ultimate bad guys, and the students didn't necessarily stand for what is right. Did that mean the Watchers presence was helpful? Definately not. What it did mean was that danger, all danger, wasn't clearly defined by black tactical jumpsuits.
There was a half-push-half-punch that struck Kyu's upper back. He stumbled forward, plowing into a handful of other bodies before turning around. It was another student, someone he didn't recognize. Regardless, this one seemed to recognize him, or possibly mistaking Kyu for someone else. He came at Kyu again, who hopped back to avoid another strike. Forgetting the bodies behind him, it didn't stop the fist from clipping his chin. Deciding that pacifism might not be the best thing during a riot, Kyukaku ducked under the incoming left hook. He took a wide step to the right, raising his left leg and slamming his heel down on the boy's head in an axe kick.
The situation was loud, abeitly a static loud. In one moment, the volume reached one tone in a form of simultaneous shouts. Kyukaku turned , watching as down the other side of the gym gas grenades were tossed, two or three in number. Without putting much more thought into it, Kyu sprinted to the stage a half dozen yards away. Just as the second wave was about to be thrown, Kyukaku through his arms around the waist of the nearest Watcher. From Professional Wrestling to Donnie Yen movies, or perhaps even an influence from Adam, Kyukaku threw his upperbody back, slamming the Watcher to the ground in a German Suplex.
Perhaps it wasn't the most calculated time for the attack, for the Watcher's gas grenade fell only a few feet away from the two. Kyukaku's eyes instantly teared. He crawled on his hands and feet, hacking and coughing his way towards the grenade as he slapped it to his left, at the feet of the other watchers in front of the stage. In a perfect world, this would have knocked them out. It wasn't a perfect world, and whether they had gas masks or not Kyu saw one of them step forward and kick it back into the crowd.
Kyukaku coughed again, bringing his sleeve up to his eyes to wipe away the tears. He watched as the watcher's threw something else into the crowd. Kyukaku watched in horror as it wasn't another gas grenade, but one of those thinks used in prison, that shot pellets throught. More screams in unison erupted as the grenade did, sending several to the floor at once. There was another a scream coming from the side of the stage beside him. It was different than the others, however, as these screams were all high pitched. In what seemed like bullet-time cinema magic, Kyu turned around as he watched a grenade fly over his head, landing several feet away--right in front of the group of cheerleaders.
"Dammit...!"
Kyu clenched his teeth as he scrambled to his feet. He took a few steps, diving just as the hornet's nest landed. Kyukaku landed on half on his stomach and half on his side, right on the grenade. The hornet's nest exploded, and Kyukaku's torso erupted in pain. There was one stray pellet that struck Kyu just to the left of the nose, opening up a gash on his left cheekbone. The rest all struck his abdomen and chest, save for the few that shot the other way.
He coughed and grunted at the same time, feeling several of his ribs crack or break. He rolled onto his back, wincing from the pain. He tried to let out a yell of pain, but he couldn't find the wind. His whole body felt like it was bleeding, which it could very well have been beneath his shirt. Kyukaku turned his head, clenching his teeth from the movement. The cheerleaders seemed unharmed for the moment. Kyukaku's eyes began to see spots, the student turning back to stare up at the ceiling.
It were these type of actions that caused people to tell Kyu he was going to get himself killed someday. It was probably true, given the circumstances. Still, Kyu couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto his face. It hurt beyond belief, but Kyukaku would do it all over again, if need be. With that thought, Kyukaku took in a large deepbreath, inadvertently causing himself more pain as once again, Kyu's world faded to black.
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August Velway
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Post by August Velway on Jan 14, 2008 6:09:01 GMT 1
The bastard Ein Gilsin was giving August one hell of a departing gift. Just as the Renegade finished calling for his fellow Horsemen, a sharp, sickening sensation of cold ripped through his lower body, his mind clouding for a minute, his lips gaping and glazing in saliva, a grunt of released breath his own call of pain. The intensity had been terrible enough when the coarse, spiked end of the broom skewered his stomach, but the agony grew worse when it was ripped back out. His legs growing weak, August's knees buckled for a moment, the grip on his own end of the stick barely holding on.
Velway gazed at Ein for a moment in disbelief, than turned back to Connor, and within an instant, his hand flung back, tossing his weapon to his able comrade. Turning back to the leader of Genaht, August then sharpened his face to a scowl, the pain in his body becoming an animistic fear in his mind.
Could this be lethal? I might survive, but with the riots going on... oh God...
"You son of a... bitch..." August whispered, his eyes glazing over, his teeth gritting fiercely, "I'll.... kill... you!"
Practically forcing his body to tackle towards Ein Gilsin, August spread his powerful arms wide, kicking forward to practically fall on the dark man. At this point, he didn't care if he fell, was stabbed again, or recovered; these didn't even cross his mind. He was flooded too much by anger, and all he could think to do was to try and bring down Ein Gilsin once and for all. If his massive distraction with Gilsin worked, Connor would have enough time to strike in a few good blows of his own, perhaps finish Ein in a way that would let August die in peace.
In his mind, if he was to die, August Velway wanted the leader of his group's major rivals to go down with him. If he was murdered, he wanted his murderer as company.
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Post by Gilsin on Jan 16, 2008 7:25:32 GMT 1
Ein would take a step back from his lunge, somewhat displeased that his foe didn't immediately crumple to the ground. He knew that such dramatizations were never realistic, but how advantageous it would have been for such a thing to be the case at the moment was something he certainly hoped for.
A flick of the stick, the unbloodied end of the mop being tossed to his more problematic foe. Another step back from the wounded man, Ein wanted a small amount of room from the potential distraction. He also wanted time to respond to anything Connor might do.
The Genaht leader didn't expect the wounded August to respond with such energy however and the distance taken by Ein was not enough. August would have just enough range, though perhaps not the strength. Ein's arm would be sent down to crash atop August's head.
The amount of damage would only really determine how much the taller man would be wrapped up, though the amount of time he was distracted would be roughly the same. Something the Horseman of War could easily capitalize one.
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Conner
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Post by Conner on Jan 17, 2008 1:06:37 GMT 1
Conner grinned with his fellow horseman. As August became impaled on the end of Ein's stick, it didn't register yet in Conner's mind. August threw his stick to Conner, who caught it with his right hand. Only then did his grin begin to fade, as he got a better view of what had just happened. Ein Gilsin had just stabbed part of Conner's crew, and that was just uncalled for.
August responded with the same words Conner would have, proceding to dive at Ein. As he did, Conner stepped in behind him. At the same time Ein would be smashing August to the ground, Conner's right hand would be swinging in a hammer strike. The rounded part of the stick that extened roughly two inches past his grip would slam directly into the right side of Ein's face, preferrably the cheekbone if Conner's aim was up to par.
It had the full strength of a man Conner's size added with the hard wooden object. It would be enough to knock out any man, but then again so did every hit he landed on Gilsin last time. He expected Gilsin would remain concious after it, which was just as good to Conner. He was supposed to meet up with the other two, yeah, but they could handle that on their own if it came to it. There was no need to rush, even for August's sake. Conner didn't know any first aid, so it seemed he was just SOL. Still, Conner wouldn't shrug it off and walk on.
The Horseman of War would gut Ein Gilsin, spilling a pint of blood for every drop of August's.
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Post by Shuya Katsumoto on Jan 18, 2008 20:19:10 GMT 1
OOC: Simply an entrance and departure post. “A pep rally… great… why did I agreed to come here again?”
Shuya’s eyes were fixed on Kayoko. The young Japanese girl had been thrilled when Shuya had actively returned to Hircine only a short week ago, forgetting that he left her behind after some heavy arguments. Shuya hadn’t really spoken with anyone about Hircine High, especially not with Kayoko, but he had felt the new tense around the place with the watchers looking after the place. He wondered what position the pillars were currently fulfilling for MacMillan… perhaps they were now his closest guards? Whatever the case, Shuya hadn’t seen either Tiao nor Darren for some time. The only person he noticed in all of this was MacMillan, standing somewhere on the stage, covered by several ‘watchers’.
“Stop your frowning already! I told you! It would be fun to be around people again, no? I’m sure someone here would be glad to see your pretty face again!”
”I doubt that, Kayoko… Where have you been? I thought you knew what effect I had on people…”
Shuya hardly listened to Kayoko’s response. Instead, his eyes were fixed upon a stranger closer to the stage than him. Shuya didn’t know the student but could sense by how the individual acted that this new guy was different from most student. His eyes left the student and turned more to the right where he identified a student by the name of Conner. They had only met once but if Shuya had more actively looked for the young man, they certainly would’ve had some interesting talks. The guy was apparently showing off, since some around him started laughing at what he said. Shuya couldn’t overhear anything they said so they soon escaped his attention again. Shuya noticed several other students, including Ein Gilsin and August Velway, who was hurrying towards the now formed small group including Conner.
”I wonder what all of them are doing here too… Didn’t think people like Ein would enjoy a pep rally… I thought he was more like me…”
“What? Grumpy and stiff you mean? Hush… principal MacMillan is about to speak…”
Shuya sighed and slowly shook his head as he listened to what MacMillan had to say. His first words were expected but he suddenly changed the subject and stated that everyone was supposed to behave. Shortly after that, the cheerleaders started that show which caused Shuya to sigh once more while Kayoko was dancing and screaming along with the cheerleaders. However, just when one of the cheerleaders was selling herself to the best poet, a chair was launched into the crowd by some student around the front rows. After that, some more chairs flew around while MacMillan got up to the microphone and demanded everyone to lie down on the floor like some suspect in cops or something. Shuya gritted his teeth as Kayoko suddenly clenched his arm, apparently scared by the sudden violence. Shuya thought MacMillan had this place under control but was apparently wrong…
”Try to get out of here with the rest of your friends… lay on the ground if they demand it… just do as they say… I can’t stay here I’m afraid…”
Shuya could not miss the sour look on her face but knew she was strong enough to handle herself. She nodded and turned the other way. Shuya meanwhile made his way to the backside of the auditorium, moving around the main area where students from different groups and watchers were now fighting each other. He carefully walked around anyone who appeared to be a threat to him while his face was locked on the stage. His gaze focused upon the one man he had agreed on taking down… he had thought there would be no chance to get this guy anymore so had decided to stop his plans… but this unexpected riot could be the perfect timing for him to finally get his revenge. He noticed MacMillan nod towards some of his watchers. Shuya could do nothing but watch how the well trained ‘mercenaries’ threw 2 rays of grenades, one causing a smoke to spread, the other shooting small rubber balls. Though Shuya was positioned at the side of the auditorium, some balls still struck his shoulders and hands while he covered his head. However, the distance between the grenades exploding and Shuya’s position was too great for any of the balls to have enough speed to actually hurt him. A watcher who had been moving backwards to avoid the grenades was now closing in on Shuya with his back turned towards him. Shuya simply jumped up and landed a harsh kick on the back of the man, shooting him several feet forwards and landing on his cheek. Shuya had no time to be fighting, but if the watcher had turned around he would probably stop Shuya and fight him.
As he got closer and closer to the stage, Shuya suddenly noticed another familiar face, Steve Barzahd… or Alkaiser as most people seemed to call him. Shuya hadn’t really had contact with the guy but knew the student had apparently proven his worth in the past. He stood between MacMillan and the back door exit of the stage, locking the principle into the auditorium. However, as MacMillan turned around and strived towards the exit, the student simply steps aside. ‘A follower of MacMillan? Who had imagined that… and even following his master to protect him? This might mean he will stand in my way…’
Shuya had now moved close to the stage. The watchers who had been placed to protect the stage were now battling the students who were roughly pushing towards them, some to avoid the smoke, others simply to create more chaos. In all this mess, it was hard for them to notice one simple student slipping onto the stage at the left side and swiftly moving behind the curtains to take the back door exit as well… He was too far away from Alkaiser and MacMillan but he could guess where they were headed… MacMillan’s office…
OOC: And Exit
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August Velway
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Post by August Velway on Jan 24, 2008 6:09:24 GMT 1
Velway's tackle didn't last long against Gilsin, but the Horsemen succeeded all the same. Genaht's fist came raging down on August's skull, and with a heavy boom of sonic passing through his balance, Velway found himself crashing down onto the floor underneath his feet, sprawled out on all fours, before slipping out and splayed across the tiles. But as his eyes fiercely blurred, the motion of a second blob crashed into the first, and through his boggled thoughts, August knew that he had given McGrath the chance to strike Gilsin with the necessary opening.
You fuck him up Connor... or I'll kill you too...
No matter where the clash between Connor and Ein went, Velway began dragging his numbing body towards the nearest wall, or what resembled a wall, and attempted to lean his body against the cold steel. Pressing his head backwards and feeling his lower body disappear from senses, August now knew that the new fight would begin.
Resisting the Grim Reaper, or at least, a long term slumber.
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Mae-Lim
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Post by Mae-Lim on Feb 4, 2008 4:52:41 GMT 1
(Squeased out what I could from my brain X...x;; )
Her eyes follwed Seth curiously, her grin fading slowly as her mind began to roll in new thoughts, asking herself questions most people automatically think of when they observe someone. Some like 'what is he doing?' or 'why did he move?' etc etc. Her questions were answered in almost an instant, and while Mae-Lim didn't react much to what Seth did, her eyes did widen that moment where he struck the guy out, but soon returned to their lazy gaze.
'What the heck?'
Like a mind-reader, eerily enough, Seth answered Mae's unspoken question. As he explained himself, Mae-Lim took a second to look at the fallen "ally" and frowning somewhat. Seth seemed so okay with what he did. Would she be this okay with striking someone who was supposed to be on your side? Well, maybe if it was Aina. Yeeeah, hitting her would be GREAT. Focus. She turned to Seth, who gave her a wink and began to go outside the door. Mae-Lim looked once more at the guy with a wry frown. "As if he'd want to help us NOW." she murmured to herself. "I guess it's one of those "Better safe then sorry" moments. Whatever, what's done is done."
Immediately after exiting, Seth had closed and locked the door from the outside, making Mae wonder a bit if that meant the guy was trapped now....? Stop thinking, not your problem. She held the tapes against her chest tightly, biting her lower lip for a second as she thought before Seth brough her back to reality with his extended hand. 'Did he wanna carry the tapes? There really aren't that many...wait. I get it.'
She looked at his amused face before looking back down at his hand. She took in a breath, let it escape as a sigh and shook her head, turning away from it, her "rejection" being clear. "Alright Kommandant, let's get a move on so this 'story' can move along"
She let the left corner of her lips raise in a half-smirk before beginning to run off (not at top speed so that Seth could keep up at an even pace. Or not. Maybe she'd do it on purpose to always be 'one step ahead'. Haha. Yeah. That'd be fun.) her destination being the front of the school, where the second part of her role in this could begin. 'Please don't run into a Watcher. Please....wait. I should of asked Seth to check. Bloody buggerin....' She'd just hope she didn't run into that problem....
Finally getting at the entrance of the school, Mae-Lim could already see her "ride" waiting for her. Good, it was pretty much all set. She turned to Seth and gave a nod. "Alright, Seth. This is it." she said softly, "Tapes, ride, check. Anything else before I go?" She didn't think there would be, but, it was best to make sure.
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Post by Seth Calloway on Feb 6, 2008 16:47:52 GMT 1
A fake "frown" made its way onto Seth's face once Mae-Lim had turned down his offered hand. He fully enjoyed the way she was, and so, took any chance to get some sort of reaction from her. The two took off down the hallway once more, Seth noticing with some annoyance that Mae-Lim was able to easily stay ahead of him, even with her arms occupied with the tapes. The fact made him briefly consider trimming down his muscle to gain some speed in the future, a thought that had occured to him more than once in the past, but in the end, he thought better of it.
Throughout their short journey, Seth would continually check the stolen radio, listening intently for any sign that their presence had been discovered by the Watchers. Running into a patrol now would be troublesome, as the Sophomore doubted he could manage to hold them off and ensure Mae-Lim's escape on his own. Fate seemed to smile upon the two students, however, as their trek outside was uneventful.
Soon enough, the two made it to the entranceway, pausing briefly for Mae-Lim to ask her question, as well as giving Seth a chance to catch his breath. Smoking had slowly been draining his stamina, though given how young he was, it hadn't gotten too detrimental, yet.
"There's just one last thing, Mae-Lim."
The Sophomore paused for a moment, purposefully leaving the statement hanging in the air. Slowly, he leaned in closer, as if to share a secret, bending low enough to bring himself to eye level with her, before suddenly moving close enough to press his lips against hers. It wasn't much, just a mere brush of the lips, and the moment passed as quickly as it came, Seth standing back up to his full height.
"You better get going. I'll stay here and finish things up."
As if nothing had happened, Seth pulled a cigarette and his lighter out of his pocket and began to light it, remaining outside while Mae-Lim (presumably) made her way to the vehicle. Once she was on her way, Seth would turn back to the school, take a deep drag from his cigarette, then head back inside.
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Aryn Valcoph
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Post by Aryn Valcoph on Feb 6, 2008 22:08:17 GMT 1
. o O ( *coughs and slips post in discreetly* Hi. I'm back. ^_^; Sorry..? )
A blur.
That's what it was. Everything that had happened between the time she had sat down until now had been a blur. A vast collage of frenzied movement and sound, and Aryn was a part of it. She was as much damage control as rioter; and anything in between when needed. The burning pain from the grenade-launched pepper spray and the fierce sting from the hornet's nests were grim reminders that despite what anyone may have wished, it was no dream. While at first she'd battered her way through at the center, she was now lingering near the outter edges, agile despite the guitar-en-case lashed to her back. Chairs were used in quick, haphazardous pulls to block at least some of the stray pellets that were flung headlong through the crowds by the grenades they'd been held in.
Eyes watering almost violently, and with tears making shimmering trails down her cheeks, Aryn coughed and sidestepped around a small pack of students that were in her way, making her way back towards the edge of the gymnasium. Her hands fiddled with the zipper on her back, teeth clenching as she resisted the urge to dry-heave; she hadn't taken the chance of eating much of anything that morning, much less partake in coffee as she normally had in the mornings. A combination of nerves and caution, she supposed earlier, and was glad she'd listened to whatever instincts she had.
Rubbing her eyes against one arm, Aryn peered out as she finally tugged open the zipper enough to withdraw what she'd been carrying, aside from the guitar.
It was, quite literally, a war zone.
And the items she pulled out weren't quite aligned for this type of situation...nor were they 'real' weapons whatsoever. Ironically, they were two parts of a pool cue. Not a broken one by any means, but one that could be screwed together or apart, which made the small blunted metal tip of the top of the cue a nice little piece in itself...and the heavy bottom end, well, it would do. Before she could, something caught her attention; a momentary yell that rose above the din already present in the gym.
''Dammit...!''
The shrieks of the cheerleaders directly afterwards was the directive Aryn was looking for, and she began, quite literally, shoving people out of the way without mercy. Fortunately or unfortunately, she was back on what she termed 'damage control', but was more like 'moving unconscious or hurt persons out of the way while trying to remain mobile herself'. Considering there were growing numbers of downed people around her, it seemed like a good plan...if only to get a grasp on the situation at hand and figure out just where she could put herself to better use.
Her surprise was genuine as she recognized the face of the slumping male teen: her third-round competition in the previous tournament. The irony of the situation momentarily escaped her as she bent slowly to see if there was anything immediately endangering about his state. Tattered shirt, blood, leaving Aryn to wonder just what he'd done.
''He's crazy!'' one of the girls twittered, ''Jumping on that thing like he did!''
Bristling as she rounded on the group, Aryn played her hand at gaining some semblance of control over the group of six girls. ''You girls! You may be cheerleaders, engrained on catching the latest gossip, but instead of standing about, fluttering your hands, you can make yourselves useful. Team up in pairs of two and try - carefully - moving some of the unconscious people to the sides of the gym. Got it?''
At their somewhat hesitant nods, along with raised eyebrows of surprise at the direction, she issued one last thing. ''Try and keep the badly injured together, nearest the doors.''
'They're going to be the first people in need of attention...'
''What are you guys waiting for?! Move! Now!'' The barked order seemed to startle them, coming from a girl that was, more or less, just as slender than them, and in some cases, a few inches shorter. With the customary jerk of shock, they moved off in pairs, attempting to weave through the remaining large crowd, before getting a better idea and beginning from the outside before working their way in, dragging students as gently as they could. Some of them shrivelled their noses at the sight of some of the injuries that were created by the Watchers, their weapons, or even other students in the beginning of the riot, but thankfully they'd continued to do as she'd told them.
Aryn began her own task, intent on dragging Kyukaku out of the way, shaking her head and muttering under her breath. The gases still floating in the air caused her to retch occasionally, yet still managing to keep herself moving without heaving anything up from the pits of her stomach. She was glad she had shoes on, the task of dragging a completely dead-weight body was hard enough, but with socks on the polished wood floors of the gym would be even worse. The cheerleaders might have been fit, but it was half the reason Aryn had them go off in pairs, as well as the fact that two could hopefully keep out of harm's way...and keep them moving so they might stay out of it.
Grunting, she leaned back to drag the student over to the wall, taking off her guitar case and propping it against the wall - but not before taking out the makeshift weapons hidden inside - and positioning herself so she could maneuver Kyu so he was laying on his side, back resting against the cool wall. She couldn't do anything about his stomach, but cast a worried glance at it.
'God, my eyes hurt, my throat burns, and I'll go absolutely crazy if I don't get some form of fresh air soon.'
''Stay out of the way, now...'' She murmured, a seemingly silly thing to say to someone that was out cold.
Coughing rapidly, the teen growled in her throat as she looked around. Unfortunately, no ideas came to mind, perhaps because she was half-focused on the pain her senses were telling her about. With a half-hoarse growl, she stood up, both pieces of her pool cue held comfortably in her hands. Would she go and enter the fray, or continue along the outskirts...? Aryn didn't quite know herself, but it was looking mighty tempting to bash on some Watchers to let out the tension she was feeling from the way things were going.
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Post by Gilsin on Feb 7, 2008 6:12:05 GMT 1
Ein would get the broken handle up enough to deflect Connor's blow.
Poorly.
It was only partially deflected and even then, it would still smack Ein in the side of the head, that combined with the stabbed man tangling up his legs caused the leader of Genaht to fall to the ground rather harshly.
The Dire nature of the situation would give Ein the strength of mind to roll over quickly, the makeshift weapon in hand to defend himself from attacks. Still, his head was in more than a little bit of pain and his vision was shaken. His body stunned it would be the time for the Horseman of War to capitalize.
Even if Ein's Mind wouldn't have any of it.
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Post by Conner on Feb 7, 2008 6:34:21 GMT 1
To no surprise Ein was able to significantly take some power out of Conner's swing. Still though, the hit would land home, sending Ein to the floor with the help of Captain Bloodstain there.
As Ein crashed to the floor, he instantly rolled to the side. Conner stepped in front of August, who slid to the opposite side as Ein. As Ein rolled, Conner would punt his right foot forward in a hard kick preferrably to the ribs, though anything to the torso would be content given Ein's rolling. Whether the first one landed home or not, Conner would take a short step forward with his left, continuing to kick his right foot at Ein.
Until something would keep him from doing so, Conner would follow Ein as he rolled, kicking him more quickly with his right foot as to take down the chance of him slipping away between kicks. With Conner putting a constant offense up on Ein, it wouldn't take long until Ein would be forced into the nearby wall. If all went accordin to plan, Conner would brace himself against the wall with his hands, raising his right foot now Conner would continually stomp his foot down around the head and upper torso.
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Post by Gilsin on Feb 15, 2008 2:54:04 GMT 1
Ein never had a chance to see the first kick, let alone do anything about it. The hard kick would slam into his ribs and a jarring pain would begin to set in there. Ein would try to roll away, seeing a glimpse of the man before the second kick would strike in roughly the same area.
Ein would continue to roll, the wall becoming noticeably closer. The short left step, The pull back for the kick, The broken mop would stab forth. It wouldn't be a particularly strong stab, but it didn't need to be if things went well, because it was aimed for the calf of Connor's right leg.
The attack was flawed in afew ways, the first being that Ein had to stab from the front, where Connor's shin might easily deflect the weapon. The second being the pants, even if he did manage to pierce flesh, he might not be able to get the weapon back. Leaving Connor with one and Ein with none.
Still, it was better than being kicked into a corner.
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Post by Conner on Feb 15, 2008 5:38:54 GMT 1
Conner's kick landed solidly against Ein, knocking the gangleader back. It was hard enough to end a fight if had been anyone else. It was Conner's second finishing blow that had fully connected against Ein, yet he wouldn't yield. The man's resilience surprised him last time, however, this wasn't last time. Conner intended on continuing his assault, pushing Ein against the wall and literally stomping the piss out of him.
As his next kick went out, Conner felt a sharp sensation in his leg. He hadn't known it at the time, but Ein had stabbed him mid-shin, hurting like a bitch but not piercing much due to the hard bone. Still, with the momentum behind the kick and the pointy stick workin as a fulcrum and causing Conner to become top heavy. Losing his balance, Conner would falll forward onto Ein, his right knee inadvertently crashing down on Ein's armed hand, pinning it against the grown.
Like that of most men, Conner's initial reaction was to catch himself during the fall. However, unlike most men Conner was armed. Pushing his hands down to catch himself, Conner would stab down with the stick in his right hand as his left hand would push against Ein's right arm. Depending on if Ein was closer to laying on his back or his stomach, the stick would either stab into Ein's right shoulderblade, or the tendons connecting the shoulder to the chest.
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Post by Mae-Lim on Feb 21, 2008 3:13:11 GMT 1
She was rather surprised that there was indeed something else she needed to know...or just simply needed before she left. Mae-Lim wasn't too sure what it could be, however she was supposed she was glad she asked. Maybe Seth had forgotten to tell her something about her part in this 'play'.
She waited with much impatience as he let the words float in the air a bit to probably create some kind of drama or whatever. While it probably made things more interesting, Mae-Lim did feel like she was in a hurry and she had to surpress the want to blurt out "WHAT??". Fortunately for her (sort of), Seth began to move. Mae-Lim watch him lean towards her slowly, half expecting him to just whisper what he needed to say in her ear.
While it always made her very uncomfortable, she had to admit she'd gotten rather used to Seth's ways. Because of this, Mae-Lim hadn't made any defensive actions towards him being so close.
Ahh, but what a surprise the dark-haired asian received when she discovered Seth wasn't going to use his lips for talking.
Her eyes snapped wide at the brief kiss, her face flushing a bright-red. It hadn't been much but it was enough to make her lose all sense of...sense. Her brain-computer had probably blown up into a billion pieces and the little people who controlled it were running around her brain like mad, screaming "FIRE!". Well, little brain-people, Mae-Lim was just as bewildered as you.
'I don't compute!! WHAT HAPPENED?! RYHAERKYAKREDPHKDHPD!!@!#@$!!^!!??!'
"Y-y-..." she began, taking a staggered step back. Her hand (the right one) had instinctively shot up to her lips, her finger tips pressing slightly on them as she tried to gather herself. "You...you IDIOT...!" While she meant to sound more angry, her brain wasn't working properly, as it were, and it sounded a little more like she was about to cry (but of course, she wasn't).
For a moment she just stared at him, a mixture of confusion and anger as her expression. It was almost funny to watch, actually. Such a small action sending her into a such a state. As far as she knew, she was generally in control of her emotions, and now she'd lost all of that control. Just a peck, and she went all flustered.
She had barely heard a word Seth had told her afterwards however she finally managed to let enough sense process through her now half-fixed computer. 'Go. Just go! Leave! Move it!' She turned on her heels, half walking, half wobbling towards the door like some disoriented nut. In fact, her mind was now screaming so many cuss words and questions that she had barely enough time to think about OPENING the door. And of course, Mae-Lim didn't know how to walk through walls so she came face to face with the glass.
-Tonk!-
Even more embarassed, Mae didn't dare look back at Seth and opened the door fiercly, running off like a mad-duck.
Tap, tap, wobble, wobble.
Eventually she'd made it into the car where the Revelation member in the driver's seat had witnessed the whole ordeal and couldn't help but find it quite hilarious.
"You alright there, Mae?" he asked.
"Shut up."
"Haha! You should of seen when you hit into that door! Honest to Gawd it was the most hilarious th-"
"Shut up."
"Seth's REALLY done it THIS time! Hahahah!"
"Shut. Up."
"So like...are you and Seth...you know?"
"NO!! We are not! Stop fuckin' talking to me if all you've gotta say is worthless, stupid, crap! Do you hear me?! And when I tell you to shut up! SHUT! THE! HELL! UP!"
Resisting the urge to laugh, and of course attempting to no invoke the wrath of the Horseman of Death upon himself, the driver simply turned to face the front and begin to drive.
"Aye-aye ma'am!"
The gang member's grin never faded although it did quite easily contrast with Mae-Lim's 'now completely pissed-off' face. She was red-faced but now it was probably a mix of her anger and the left-over blushing-fit she had.
Oh how dare Seth embarass her like that! What was he thinking?! That Idiot! The stupid stupid idiot! 'Damn it! What did he think he was doing?! I'll KILL him!'
Seth +50 points! Mae-Lim Zero.
Not exactly the way she had expected things to go for her but with her senses back she could finally focus on her task at hand. Her next destination? Some media place. Mr. Driver knew where to go, she needed only to concern herself with finding the right people to show these wonderful tapes to...
"And then, buh-bye, so long WATCHERS."
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Post by Gilsin on Feb 27, 2008 6:12:19 GMT 1
"Grr agh!"
The grunt was loud as the stick punched through his chest between his shoulder. His eyes going wide and the free left hand reaching upwards to grab the object that was now invading his body. It was excruciating to say the least and the very act of pulling his arm around to grab hold of the weapon was probably foolish at best.
Still he wasn't about to let Connor have all the control and would twist the stick that was still partially in his leg to the best of his ability. A bit of pain for the great amount caused, still in this dead lock Ein had little chance and Connor was holding most of the cards.
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Post by Conner on Feb 29, 2008 0:07:52 GMT 1
"You're one tough son of a bitch, I'll give you that."
Conner spoke through a clenched jaw, able to form a brief smirk despite the pain in his shin. He leaned forward on his right hand, pushing the stick farther in and twisting it despite Ein's resistance. Conner began to grin, replacing itself with a grunting yell as Ein stabbed in further. It began to wiggle around his shin bone, slowly pushing farther into his leg.
Still pushing down with his right hand, Conner turned his upperbody to the right. He let go of Ein's left arm, removing the resistance from the gang leader's stabbing arm. Conner would turn harshly, striking Ein in the face with his left elbow. Almost right after, the stick would continue to push deeper into Conner's leg, moving around the bone and moving into his calf muscle. Conner would yell again, pushing down harder on his stick as he would continue to elbow Ein again, and again. Between the severity of Conner's dual attacks, it wouldn't be long at all until Ein was thuroughly beaten, though definately not without repercussions on the Horseman of War's end.
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