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Post by John Smith on Mar 15, 2007 0:41:35 GMT 1
[What is it with you pillars and jumping me with dozens of faculty armed... This time I actually didn't do anything. You'll hear from my lawyer...]
’The fighting stopped, all over the place… I don’t know why…’
“Kurtz is there, you can see him there with the football team…” Huh, I thought I had already dealt with the most of those guys…
‘The plan is off then?’
“Of course not. That makes up for two out of three…”
Kvist looked over the situation one more time, it seemed that all the fighting had stopped, then he saw something else and heard a voice boom through the entire school.
“And there we have Darren. It seems like they have a pretty nice defence against all riot attempts. Information is power, and we learned a lot today. Someone, text Dean that I want to talk to him after this in my room. Someone else, make sure Junpei isn’t around. Understood?”
‘Kvist, armed bunch coming here…’
“What? … Faculty. They must have spotted us over the cameras… Well, makes it simpler.”
He pointed at a random person in the group.
“You, call Michael in group three, once you get a hold of him, give me the phone.” He spun to talk to some others; he had to make up some defence they could maybe use to their advantage. He only found the tree… Is that a beehive? Nice. It wasn’t the largest of hives, but it was big enough for Kvist to use it. Other people could claim they were professionals; Kvist just was a fast thinker. He pointed at a new person, who wore some gloves with knuckledusters build into them.
“Up there, you see a bee hive, crawl up there and prepare to throw it at the faculty when I give the sign, throw it at their largest concentration of people. You two, cover him as he move behind the tree.” Kvist looked around, staying with the tree was a semi smart idea, since it gave them an angle where the faculty couldn’t attack, if it ever turned to that.
‘Sir, it is nightsticks they are armed with, and here’s Michael’
He took the phone to his ear as he gave out some last orders to his people there.
“Good. The rest, start assuming defensive positions, pick your targets, wait for the hive … Michael, this is Kvist. I want you to seem like you are attacking the teacher’s lounge. If you meet any organised defence, then do not try to breach it, instead create a stalemate. Draw their forces away from here. If you reach the teachers lounge. Start a fire in there. Send group one out through the west entrances to my position, have them sprint out here! Oh, and have group two wreck the girls dressing room – Yes I do know that the senior girls are still getting dressed in there.”
He heard the laughing from the other end of the phone before he flipped it closed and threw it to the guy it belonged. As it was flipped in the air, he noticed something it was a modified cell phone. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind. It was time to deal with the small problem. He put his arms behind his back and got ready to speak.
“So fellas, what can I do for you? We are trying to study...”
"You have one chance to leave, right now, and face no consequences whatsoever. If you refuse, or resist, you and your mean will not only be beaten down, you will face punishment from the school as well. You can't afford this one. Walk away."
“What the fuck is ‘my mean’?” Even more snickering broke out behind him, some even started to laugh openly. Kvist, who never had removed his hands from his back, made thumbs up and the guy in the tree apparently understood this as Kvist a moment later noticed the De Facto leader get his head struck by a beehive, the beehive continued and landed right behind the person it just had struck. Soon, bees started to buzzzzzz out and stick the surrounding people, Kvist’s guys had been fast to get down their sleeves and everything else when they had noticed the beehive and understood Kvist’s plans. Apparently the faculty hadn’t. Suddenly. Kvist was having the clear advantage. The second all the bees went out to stick, Kvist’s little army struck. 15 hands smashing out at the unprepared faculty members. The remaining members would quickly subdue them, making short work of most of them.
Kvist was one of those striking out, his fist striking the guy next to the leader, when bees suddenly flew around, striking people at random, your first idea wasn’t ‘Oh, I have protect myself from that punch’, no, it is to get your head down and protect your face. But he reacted too slowly, as he both got stung and struck. Kvist’s right fist smashed into the side of his face and a bee got his other cheek. The faculty member fell to the ground and Kvist made a left handed punch to the guts of the de facto leader, he doubled over and Kvist made a simple elbow to the back of his head. Sweet dreams. To the right, of him, Kvist saw his officer jump into the fray and easily subdued some faculty.
The battle was over before it had even started. 3 Hand members were down and was currently being dragged away, one or two of the faculty had managed to run, and had managed to draw large parts of the hive with them. It was over before Kurtz would even be able to arrive.
“Guys, get armed. And then we move to merge with the group coming from the west entrance…” Less then 10 seconds later, most of them were armed again, Kvist noticed the guy who he had borrowed the cell from before had no nightstick, he only held his phone, which was a tazer as well. Or, he had build in so it could stun momentarily. He would have to have a chat with him afterwards. He saw the first group come rushing at them, and once the two groups were merged, he allowed them to have a short break, and to see if anyone was coming for them. And a completely illogical thought appeared in this heated moment.
“Two min break!”
I should shave Ran’s hair off…
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Post by Alkaiser on Mar 15, 2007 1:32:40 GMT 1
"Grrrr...Raaaaarrrrgh you bastards, Raargh!" Barzahd screamed and taunted as he saw the crowds exit from the hallway where the battle had been raging. The lock down and the announcement was a nice show of power, and even the lowly football team's appearance, which paled in comparison, was a bit intimidating. By now Steve was pumping pure energy in his veins, however, at the sight of all the good little Hircinians leaving the fight.
Barzahd was still feeling almost completely fresh, however, considering the fact that he had no real encounters of any real magnitude. As he hopped, taunted and posed at the fleeing fighters, an almost eerie silence fell over the area. It was as if in that moment all the fighters that remained looked around to see what still lied ahead.
Two pillars, a few steroid junkies with baseball bats, a handful of Varronites, a few turncoats and a couple of wild cards stood in a battle scared school hallway. "Hey, have those guys with the 'power' been talking? I didn't hear a single order...Bark louder next time!!!" Steve continued his lighthearted defiance, strutting around as he felt inclined to do.
Although the words he spoke were arrogant, Steve continued to analyze in his head. He figures that the odds are now on their side, as far as the people who stayed behind were concerned. If ever they wanted to win peace...if ever they wanted to show that they should not be fought with, now was the time. "Come on, Hircine! I will not accept defeat!!!"
He looks around to pick the spot where he is needed most, ready to bolt.
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Post by jellar on Mar 15, 2007 5:46:14 GMT 1
'Ah, how lucky. So this is Kokaku Musha,' Jellar thought, listening to the man the red-head called Otaku Mushy. It was so strange, Jellar was felt ridiculous for considering that to be a real name. In any case, it was time for Jellar to start organizing the Varronites. He jumped to two nearby Varronites and filled them in on the plan. At first, they were skeptical. However, after mentioning Leon's involvement in it, they quickly agreed and a Varronite front was forming rather well. Things were happening well, and fighting was becoming less gradually as more people were downed and unable to fight. Jellar was able to avoid most attacks as he continued organizing.
However, organizing only lasted about one minute, or even less.
Tremendously loud banging caught nearly everyone's attention, including Jellar's. He turned his head to see a lot of large men with bats, following someone. From the whispers that he heard, it was apparently Kurtz, the Pillar. 'Number two?' Jellar thought, noting that a second pillar was coming. The show of force disciplined all of the Hircinians in a matter of seconds, and Jellar saw that stunt-making girl subdued, much to his satisfaction. In any case, Jellar was thankful that the fighting was stopping, giving Kurtz some respect for stopping most of the fighting, despite his ways of force.
In any case, Jellar discontinued organizing the Varronite front, no longer seeing the need. The motive for Jellar to make such a strong front was not for the Varronite victory. It was for the chance that the Varronite show of strength would discourage the Hircinians from fighting. However, it seemed this Kurtz and his crew of football players had done the job better than Jellar could have imagined. His motive disappeared, as his objective was completed, although not by himself.
For some reason, however, he felt that the Varronite population was going to get in deep trouble. Why was this the case? Obviously because the pillars and captain who had spoke up just recently were Hircinians. It was a given that Hircinians disliked the Varronites. It was unlikely that they would admit to their kind's own involvement in initiating the fight. It wasn't like the Varronites randomly struck. The entire fight was rather pointless in the first place. Why should they fight? It transformed from an incredibly minor conflict to a Varronite versus Hircinian deal. The pillars most likely would see the latter portion of the fight, blaming most everything on the Varronians.
However, continuing to fight was pointless, and would only cause more injury and people would only suffer more consequences. Jellar began to march slowly, staying with the Varronite population as they traveled as a group to the only exit, as other paths were closed down by the lockdown call. The fighting was cut to an all-time low, much to Jellar's satisfaction. He rubbed his stomach, feeling a bruise begin to swell. Bruises were just about everyone on his body, though not in a large number. 'Crazy,' Jellar thought, reflecting on the past twenty minutes he had been through. The last thing he was expecting was such a large scale fight.
If anything was surprising, it was the number of bodies on the floor. It was hard not to be stepping on one when making way to the exit. Most were unconscious, but some were still moaning and groaning in pain. They were mainly being stepped on by those that did not truly care of their plight at all. 'Good thing I'm not one of them,' Jellar reflected, going on. Some Varronites continued to defy authority, but Jellar was far too tired to try and restrain them. He had just been through fifteen minutes of fighting. Breath was now more valuable than normal, and he simply walked slowly, awaiting what was to come.
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Post by Darren Blayne on Mar 15, 2007 6:18:04 GMT 1
Casually wiping his hands from dust, slapping them against each other, as a large group of students lay broken behind him, a bent golf club discarded off to the side. The twenty-five students had provided little challenge for the School Captain, his club easily dispatching about five, and the shock of this lowering the morale of the remaining twenty enough to take most of the fight from them. From there, it had been a matter of time before they were all broken to his whim.
Not much of a gang...
With that taken care of, Darren began to walk into the school itself. He took the only path available, the one that would lead him straight to the rapidly quelling riot. The original plan had been to come in from behind and quickly subdue the rest of those who deemed it 'beneath them' to relinquish authority to the Pillars, or whose bloodlust had simply gotten too out of hand to be controlled by words alone. However, what he saw when he got there caused him to change his plan entirely.
Darren was an observant man. Looking out the window as he passed, he saw Kvist's force somehow easily overtaking grown men that outnumbered his own two-to-one. He knew Kurtz could deal with the riot himself, and Tiao was there as well. There was only one piece left to today's puzzle to fit into the scene.
Striding quickly, Darren found himself at the rear of the Varronite forces quickly enough. Some of the Varronites saw him and recognized him, and their eyes widened in shock. They weren't afraid, they simply didn't know what to do. All three of the school's student leaders were on the scene, including the captain himself. Darren ignored most of these, however, headed straight for a particular one of them. Finding him, Darren locked eyes with the man, who held a baseball bat himself and looked especially ready for combat, and walked towards him as non-threateningly as possible. Leaning forward, his face closed in towards the others, and he whispered a few choice words.
Taiku nodded in understanding, taking a step back to assess the situation, and thought over all of it.
"Will you insure the safety of the remaining Varron students?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in questioning. Darren, saying nothing, merely nodded.
Wading into the thick of the mass of bodies, Darren easily found his pillars. Looking each one in the eye, he spoke to each in turn.
"Kurtz, continue on here as you are. Lead them all out, but do not let the Hircinians start fighting again. For now, the Varronites are under my protection. Tiao, come with me. I've need of your abilities."
With that, Darren pushed back through the crowd the way he came. He quickly went ahead of the group, going back to the back doors of the school, sure Tiao would not hesitate to follow him. With the riot taken care of, there was much more pressing business to deal with.
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on Mar 15, 2007 8:11:46 GMT 1
Whatever had happened, he found that within the midst of the fighting things suddenly died down, the vast majority of the Hircine students ceasing their actions as a series of loud crashes rang through the halls...With nobody swinging at him, he allowed himself to stop a moment and rise from his slightly hunched position, lowering the cocked bat to set against his shoulders as he made his way to the front of the pack of Varron students...
'What the sweet shit is this...?'
Opposite them, a rough group of maybe twenty stood in the path of the Varron group, led by one of them. More than likely one of this schools pillars, if it was anything to go by the dominant position he took over and the fact that within mere moments almost all of the Hircine students had parted from his path like the Red Sea...Unfazed, however, Taiku simply turned to face him with a somewhat bemused expression on his face, his eyes travelling over the youths form with a look of idle disdain.
"Quick to talk when you've got your pep squad cheering you on, ain't ya?"
His words quick and direct, he made no bones about his somewhat immediate dislike for this person, his fingertips coiling around the bat he held tighter as he maintained a solid gaze toward him, silently taking in his words. An idle threat to make, that he would be arrested should he not leave the property. After all, how would he be able to enforce such a thing upon him? Tie him up until the police arrived? They'd have to actually catch him in the crowd, if they were capable of it. Enforcer or not, Kurtz was at this moment holding a very, very shaky standoff with the Varron students. One spark would descend it to chaos again, that was all...
But his attention would be taken from the bat-wielding group as another student approached him, and with a twitch of his wrist he made it clear that approaching was unwise. Still, the kid continued advancing, but showed no signs of aggression. Wary of it, he allowed him to approach before hearing him out, leaning in a little at the whispered remark...
"If you'll hear me out, the disturbance outside far outweighs the disturbance within. This one goes by the name of Kvist. As much of a hindrance to mine as well as yours."
Blinking at the words, he considered the situation at hand...That little bastard was still alive, somehow? Taking a step back, he gave a slow, understanding nod. A moments pondering later, he spoke calmly, not so much requesting as expecting the safety of the Varron students present. Darrens nod was a wise choice, though he would never know just how wise...Had he been forced to, the captain of the school would have found himself in a lot more trouble as a bargaining tool for Taiku....
As the captain spoke to the other two, the bat-wielding leader of the small group, and the student Leon had been fighting with, Taiku spoke as he began to retreat to the outside of the school where Kvist apparently lurked on the sidelines.
"Leon, it's in your hands now...Something far more important needs my attention...I know you're capable of doing it."
Passing through the crowds as he made his way outside, flanking Darren as the two stepped near the doors, he spoke quietly to the captain once more...
"I'll warn you once, the same goes for that kid behind us. Whilst I'll lend a hand where needed, if you try to stop me from giving Kvist what he has coming to him, I'll make sure you regret it. Other than that, I look forward to seeing just what you're capable of. Do we have a deal?"
His words sharp, unwaivering and ruthless, the bat that he carried now hanging by his leg as he walked, eyes forward and staring directly at the group nearby....
'I still owe you for what you did to Kira, you little motherfucker....'
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Post by king on Mar 15, 2007 19:20:04 GMT 1
Kurtz raised his bat, simply defelcting the incoming object into another Hircine student. The student got hit in the side, got up, and start limping out instead of walking. He didn't dare say anything about what just happened to him, as all the stuents knew that was just asking for worse.
Some idiots in Varron seemed to think they could villianise Kurtz....should stupidity, he was already feared or respected by most the students, the Pillars being like boogie-men for the majority of the Hircines. Any act of violence they portrayed just made thier influence stronger.
Multiple students continued to fight offensively, all met in failure. One who had fought Darren the other day had attempted to attack a team member, only to have one of the Hircine's behind him catch the blow as he pulled it back. Others continued other acts of violence, and all were mobbed by Hircine students afterward. In war, numbers were often what mattered, and the few remaining Varronites who were fighting were simply outnumbered by what was now an organized group, with the sole goal of moving outside.
They preached continuing a fight that didn't exist, against a foe they could not beat. As Kurtz had predicted, they had shown force too early, and were too unorganized. The pillars had most of Hircine at thier command, the Varronites didn't equal even if they all sat under a banner. Even the current trouble makers he heard on his walkie talkie were making trouble were doomed to fail....Kurtz eyeing Darren most likely turning old rivalries into fresh ones. Indeed, Kurtz was right from the start, in that until someone united all Varron students under one banner, they could not hope to even stand a chance. With the tired, hurt, unorganized, and outnumbered so decisively as they were, anyone who even attempted to fight back was quickly stopped, most often before the football team bothered to notice, by the sheer wieght of bodies pushing against them.
Kurtz and the Hircine body continued to push until everyone was out the door, where more armed students quickly herded them on to the football field. He left the students as they were on the turf, and quickly left the crowd for the bleachers. He quickly picked u a microphone prepared in advance, but before speaking motioned for Tiao to go attend to other matters.
Tiao was rather useful in a fight, but this was a public momoent now, Kurtz's true talent. He had the matter well under his control, as he could easily take down anyone who decided to restart things outside himself, even without the teams help. They were there more for show than anything else really. Kurtz inhaled deeply before beginning to speak.
"Wow, that was intense huh?"
Kurtz continued to show a calm demeanor, as everything was easily falling into place, Darren taking care of the last unexpeceted detail. Still, his key intent was to stop violence, it was his job. The problem was, as he had seen it become lately, was that the Hircines thought they were thier to stop Varron violence. The sheep had forgotten to obey the sheperd, and it was time for a sacraficial lamb.
"I'm going to start by apologizing for my school's behavior today. I have heard the story of what happened form a witness already. For the Varron students, who have already gone through so much violence already, to have to undergo such violent persecution here at Hircine is inexscusable. If presented with violence, it can only be expected that there would be retalition. For that reason, I am....'
Kurtz turned away for a second, as he heard something over his radio. He quickly unbuckled it from his belt, whispered something into it, before pushing it back into his belts holder.
"As I was saying, I am going to pardon all those who were caught up in this, just this once though."
There was a sigh of relief from the Hircine students, as they had seen that by doing as they were told they would be spared. It wasn't entirely unexpected, Kurtz was the most populer Pillar by far among the majority of students for his lieniency against minor offenses. This was usually do to the fact Kurtz himself didn't have to fight to get what he wanted, but it still made hs life easier than most Pillars.
"There is however, one exception to this group. Unfortunatly, I'm afraid that I hold my fellow Hircines to a very high standard, and when some people insult the many who meet it I feel compelled to make an example of them."
From the crowd emerged the football team with several students. They were the Hircine ones from the start of the fight. Given the length of time they had been involved, most were already completely battered, the majority not being in the position to move on thier own accord. They were gathered in a small group, except for the unconcious ones, though by the time the group was done being beaten with the bats your couldn't much tell the difference between the two groups.
"Let this be a reminder to those who threaten the peaceful life that Hircine provides. We will not stand for any student, be they old or new, to harm others. We here sacrafice a few freedoms for a safe and secure enviroment. Any student that respects this is a Hircine in my eyes, regardless of background, and anyone who doesn't is just another bully to be stopped. We are Hircine, we do not falter, we do not back down, and we do not lose!"
As Kurtz yelled his final words, the Hircines joined him. There was no almost no pity in the crowd for those who were being beaten. It was because of students like them that the Pillars had to work so hard, and the students get caught up in it. It was people like them that were the real enemies to be hated, not Varron students. Kurtz exhaled slowly, recovering from the fervor he had worked himself into while delivering his speech. He had managed to turn the events around as best as possible, and from the uproar of the speech he had managed to both eliminate the main source of this conlfict, long enough for it to dissapte naturally at least. Kurtz demeanor turned from the pragmatic speaker to a boyish charmer once again, as he motioned for the football team to take the beaten students out of sight.
"Well.....I honestly didn't think far enough ahead to firgure out what to do now."
Kurtz was lying, this persona used to maintain his popularity in the majority, along with his next trick.
"Darren would probably say something like "Now get back to class, study hard, and eat lots of green leafy vegetables" or something like that, but we've had a long day and your all pretty much soaked and tired anyway.......hmmm.....lets all just go home."
Kurtz shooed the crowd comically away with his hand as he descended the bleachers, handing the microphone away to someone else. The Hircines started to disperse, not needing told twice to leave shool when the day was done. Students would quickly be escorted out of the building as well, notably away from the Kvists troops.
Kurtz was lucky at how things turned out. The tension between the two schools had finally truly snapped, luckliy early as hoped. Thanks to Kurtz, they would not rise up again. The Hircines now knew the Pillars were on the side of behaving students, not Hircine students, and would quickly stop antagonizing Varron. Varron students could still be violent, as his speech would have little effect on the most powerful of them, but then again they would be just creating tension on a small scale rather that abusing a larger one.
In short, Varron now would find itself power through fighting, rather than gaining.
Kurtz's plan, however, did have one flaw though. He had changed the sides in the conflict, to those of Order and Disorder. Those students who were happy wanted order to be maintained, but now those who were unsatisfied had a rebel faction to rally behind. As history had taught, by quickly ending a war of the schools, he had set the stage for a war of ideals. The dangerous thing was, now the Varron students woulc be able to gain support from the Hircine students that weren't happy as well, and those students could join without being alienated.
The great cake of Hircine was going to be cut into slices once again. The problem now was that the schools piece would eventually get smaller.
~Christ....it's going to be my ass if the boss doesn't get the big piece.~
Kurtz walked off the field, knowig his part in the days events were done.
(((OOC: I'm doing this for specific reasons, not just IC ones . If you ignore my post, I will simply PM you to change it. I don't care if you don't like it, your not going to topple a school by fighting a crazy riot that has no development. I'm hoping to create a better launching post for development here, so that the something that people want to happen can actually be worked toward.)))
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Post by Sedrix West on Mar 15, 2007 19:54:39 GMT 1
ooc: stupid internet broke, had a lot to read... If i make any mistakes about development, i am sorry, and will correct it if you point them out... ;D
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"This is certainly going to get worse before it gets better..."
True enough. More and more people seemed to be joining the riots, completely ovveruling the amount of retraters after the fire alarms went off. This time bigger names, more pillars had arrived, the names of which, Sedrix did not know. Kokaku, Pain Killer, Kvist, Taiku. The battle was certainly hotting up.
Sedrix stayed in his stance, trying to stare Malakai down, when he started his attack. He ran forward, straight at Sed, but another student blocked him, Sed's view was obscure, but the after effect made it so Malakai dealt with him with nbo apparent problem. 'Damn', Sedrix was hoping for a little more time, his energy was low. He laxed his stance, fists falling a little more every minute, he breathed heavily, he was sweating, and his eyes were half closed.
He couldn't put up a fight, even if he wanted too, he looked to his side, for any back up. Dante had his own problems to deal with, as Pain killer had just made a leap for him, and Jellar was lost amongst the crowd. Backup seemed useless. Sedrix turned back, Malakai was getting closer, when he broke into a run.
Leon was gathering 'troops' like some great military leader. As stuipid, and provoked as this whole thing was, Sedrix could not help but admire the leadership het took. Tiao challenged him to a fight, a mistake, Sedrix was sure, but he could not find out. Like he could watch at a time such as this.
He was nodding off, begining to pass out, but was forced to snap out of it, as a bag came at him at great speeds, apparently launched by Malikai, Sedrix took one great step to the right, avoiding it narrowly, and stancing up once more. 'A distraction, a dodge was best...' He could now see clearly for longer. He say Malikai continue his attack, Sedrix guard was only sloppy at best, when Malikai raised his leg, heading into a roundhouse.
'Shit...' Sedrix was too weak to rely on his endurance, they were to close together for a dodge, so there was one option, he threw up one of his gigantic paws, and tried his best to block the attack. It worked with minor satisfaction, it guarded his face, but it had an impact on his forearm, and shoulder. Sedrix had to take one or two steps sideways to spread the sheer power of the kick.
As he took his first step, there was a comotion. He had avoided Malikai okay, but Kurtz, the scarey one of the pillars, was making a dramatic announcement. It seemed the riot was ceasing, and people were flooding to the exits..
"Let this be a reminder to those who threaten the peaceful life that Hircine provides. We will not stand for any student, be they old or new, to harm others. We here sacrafice a few freedoms for a safe and secure enviroment. Any student that respects this is a Hircine in my eyes, regardless of background, and anyone who doesn't is just another bully to be stopped. We are Hircine, we do not falter, we do not back down, and we do not lose!"
Sedrix let out a slightly annoyed, "Hmpf." The wave of student narrowing into the exits forced him to go with them. He went out, after being pushed away from the battle, and headed for the exit. "god damn it..." he said quietly, "god DAMN it..." he said. He was annoyed at himself, he was the real cause of this entire riot, it made him sick. He wanted some form of punishment, he has managed to survive it, without a concusion, whilst more innoccent than him would be rushed to the hospital shortly afterwards.
He had lost his temper, and listened to his heart, rather than his brain. It was his fault, he made a major draw back in Varrons attempts to form peace with the Hiricines.
"Son of a bitch."
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Post by Alkaiser on Mar 16, 2007 0:48:05 GMT 1
The students were all herded onto the field. Although he resisted as long as possible before having to face an organized force by his lonesome, Steve ended up becoming part of the masses that assembled on the sports field. Had the rest of his Varronite compatriots continued fighting, he would have had no problem with it. There was no glory in becoming an example, however. Barzahd crosses his arms and perks up his ears, finally ready to listen to what the pillars had to say as one makes his way to the top of the bleachers, microphone in hand.
"All right 'Tambourine Man,' gimme something worth listenin' to." The man obviously had nothing truly important to say, however, and focused more on political tools during this rally. Steve was not impressed. "We are Hircine, we do not falter, we do not back down, and we do not lose!" That was the phrase that made it's way through the amplification as the instigators of the fight were beaten. A handful of boys, Hircinians no less, were further bludgeoned for their actions of the day. Those around him cheered. He grimaced.
"Thanks but no thanks. Become another Hircinian? I'll leave that 'honor' for the ones that lay behind." Steve snickered to himself as he retreated for the back of the crowd. Kurtz on the bleachers and the football team up front administering their "justice" meant that Alkaiser could take his leave. Sensing that something was off about this situation, he decided to find out where that captain had gone, why he took Tiao, and what his plans for Taiku were. There was more action to be had, and Barzahd hadn't even gotten winded yet.
Unable to get through the school due to the lockdown, and unable to cut through the field again due to Kurtz and the goonies, Steve elects to sneak alongside the outside of the school. He checks over his shoulder as he comes past each corner, until finally he comes across what looks to be a battlefield that's progressed to a souring point.
"What the hell? Are those teachers on the ground...!?" He continued looking on, hoping not to give away his location. There were quite a few pairs of eyes focused on the local area, however, and potentially two pillars and a graduate powerhouse en route. "C'mon...any minute now..."
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Post by jellar on Mar 16, 2007 1:43:41 GMT 1
Everyone conscious and able to move was now outside, paying attention to Kurtz as he gave his speech. Jellar agreed with many of the things he was saying. Jellar was not so fond of the persecution he was given, but he accepted the apology by Kurtz regardless, though not showing it. He agreed that Varronites should not have been stereotyped as troublemakers. He agreed with most of Kurtz's ways of ending the dispute. Jellar would have done the same, had he the authority. However, there were things he wasn't as fond of. The beating of the familiar Hircine students that began the fight and others was merely a show of force, warning them that any similar case would result in the same. 'Ruling through fear, I see...' Jellar reflected.
However, instead of heading home like the rest of the crowd, Jellar had one more issue to deal with before he could go home and rest. Despite his wounds aching, Jellar quickly made his way to Kurtz, not showing any signs of hostility. Whether Kurtz would notice or not, Jellar was too tired to yell his name, so he merely rested his hand on his shoulder, hoping to get his attention. Following that, Jellar would proceed, providing the issue that he had been bothered with.
"Kurtz, my name is Jellar Feint, should that interest you or not. I appreciate your actions in breaking up the fight, but I'd like to ask you what will be done with all of the bodies in the school? Some are in very serious conditions, and it would be in good interest to send them to a hospital, as the school infirmary is not large enough to support such a great number of students."
During his speaking, Jellar released his hand from Kurtz's shoulder, not wanting to attract hostility. He would have been alert for an attack from Kurtz or other Hircinians, but he was far too weary to do such. In any case, Jellar could only hope that Kurtz would comply and do something about the fallen mass of students.
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Post by pinefresh on Mar 16, 2007 3:17:43 GMT 1
(OOC:...so much to catch up on...too much reading...)
Malikai's kick landed without much of a hitch on his target who was forced back by the sheer force of the impact. It seemed the boy was not up to the task of fighting today and that was too bad for him, Malikai was. Blood would have to be the price for such blatant stupidity for starting this riot. It also helped that Malikai liked the color red which also happened to be the color of blood. For Malikai it was all working out well.
Sadly all good things must come to an end and before he could make a second attack he was hit by a linebacker. It seemed Kurtz had armed and brought the football team to play. Malikai did not exactly hear what was going on since he was way too busy landing on his head to really care but he did manage to get up. Now too dazed to understand fully what was going on he was pushed by the crowed into another group of heavily armed students and herded away like cattle.
Malikai regained his wits enough to realize what was going on and early enough to hear and prejudge Kurtz's words. ~What a hypocritical prick~ He thought to himself as he listened to the apology to the Varron students. The only reason Kurtz did such a thing was because the Varronites were unable to effectively fight back and it showed. He knew it and now so did the Varronites which was a large drawback to the whole unifying ideal. This was very bad and what Kurtz did next only made it worse.
He had some of his own students brought out and beaten for inciting the fight. Many of the other Hircinian's like the mob of Rome cheered and jeered as the merciless beating took place. Malikai smiled as he watched, a genuine smile at that. The mass beating had given him an idea that would come about nicely later on if needed. He like the powerful Varronites understood this was just the beginning, only a lost battle not a lost war.
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Post by Dante Williams on Mar 16, 2007 4:16:14 GMT 1
Dante just got into the crowd when he saw Sedrix, he looked pretty bad... Will he beat that guy? I mean, normally I wouldn't worry but he's pretty damn tired...
Then someone came up to him, Dante recognized him somewhat from Varron, but only from passing him in the halls.
“You and me both need to get out of here and find better fighting ground if you are up to it!”
The guy was then attacked by a large group of Hircinians, but it looked like he handled everything okay.
“I don’t know if your on my side of things or not, but you are a Varronite and we are being attacked by the same enemy. Now, will you help or not?”
Dante sighed and bit his lip. He wanted to spread the idea that they were all Hircinians now, but he couldn't do it now, when the tensions were so high and the riot breaking out.
Right then, Kurtz came up and said, "Let this be a reminder to those who threaten the peaceful life that Hircine provides. We will not stand for any student, be they old or new, to harm others. We here sacrafice a few freedoms for a safe and secure enviroment. Any student that respects this is a Hircine in my eyes, regardless of background, and anyone who doesn't is just another bully to be stopped. We are Hircine, we do not falter, we do not back down, and we do not lose!"
Dante smiled and thought, Finally, a pillar that doesn't constantly think that fighting is the answer... I think I'm starting to like this guy...
He turned to Mayon and said, "I'll do what you want, but I think this guy just took care of everything..."
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Post by king on Mar 16, 2007 12:17:31 GMT 1
As Alkaiser went to leave the area, he was quickly pushed back inside by a teacher. The field was kept enclosed, as it was assumed that Kurtz had planned to make sure no one left before they saw what happened to the troublemakers. Kurtz had planned things out, and anyone who assumed he would let people leave were the ones who didn't think very far ahead.
Indeed, that was really their punishment, not that they got away without one.
A Kurtz walked out he was greeted by many grateful Hircine's while he left. He said the usual hellos and the humble "don't mention it" now and then, but mostly it was just everyone leaving when things were finally over.
Someone tugged at his shoulder and he turned. It seemed this Jellar had an actual question. Kurtz was quick to answer.
"Well, you'll notice that they have already been brought out here. Most Hircines assume that they should drag those beaten out here when a mass assembly happens. Just because they lost doesn't mean they escape responsibility."
Kurtz turned back to his business, heading out to the parking lot slowly so those who wanted to speak to him could. He noticed not all the Hircines were happy, but the number of students who would disagree with him were a handful. They also tended to be the ones who didn't agree with the way things were to begin with. Thus, they were few, too weak to climb the school ladder to begin with, and weren't intended to be changed to begin with. They weren't important before, and they weren't important now.
Especially because when their numbers were replaced by grateful Varron students. Indeed, many would likely be glad to hear they wouldn't have to fight in the near future, having gone through so much violence already. Those who wanted peace were not guaranteed to be on side with the rebels among Varron anymore.
The plan with the other pillars was coming to fruition. Varron student were learning the benefits of Hircine. The only thing left for them to do now was wait for the villain of this story to gain support of the violent students, and be squashed by the Pillars. That should hold over things until most the Varron student graduate.
Still Kurtz was not entirely sure how todays events would play out. Kvist was still out there, and though foolish as he was he was capable of an animal cunning that was only exacerbated by his lack of self-control. Kurtz couldn't hope but wonder what he was planning to do in an empty school. It wasn't something good, whatever it was, but he knew Darren could easily handle whatever it was.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Mar 16, 2007 22:04:10 GMT 1
Where's he going?
Leon had ducked under Tiao's finishing move quite effectively, though he couldn't say the same about Leon's counter attack. It was well timed and placed, but Tiao's arms had been kept at his own midsection since the initial turn. It took a small push on the shin added with Tiao's already built momentum to change the trajectory on the kick and move it off to the side.
Tiao landed on both feet, but was forced to take a few steps back to recover from the awkward landing he was forced to take. At this point both Kurtz and Darren's stunts had begun, Tiao letting himself stand more relaxed as he adressed Leon and listened to his reply. Tiao started with a laugh, bringing his hand up to his eye to visualize as if he was wiping a tear from his eye.
"That's good Loire. You keep talking about how your side would of won inbetween your winded breaths and out your swollen jaw. You can play 'what ifs' all you want but it went down this way. It wasn't your envisioned fantasy of your Varronite comrades coming together for a common goal. Hell, you would of had more trouble getting them to stop fighting eachother than you had fighting me."
Tiao walked closer to Leon as he spoke, finishing with a push on the senior's back out towards the doors Kurtz had began to lead out to. The pillar was planning on escorting Leon all the way out personally, but after the first push he was met to the side by the one man he ever truly took orders from, the captain himself, Darren Blayne.
Tiao paused, turning his glance to Leon to make sure he indeed followed the heard outside. Quickly, Tiao looked back to Darren, giving him a nod before proceding to follow him. As soon as they were through the closed doors, Tiao spoke to his captain.
"Well that was more than a few pains in my ass. Where are we going?"
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Post by jellar on Mar 18, 2007 23:10:28 GMT 1
Jellar nodded as he saw most of the bodies leaving the school in the hands of Hircinians. Varronites in general did not aid the retreat of these bodies, but it was only stereotypical that that was how it was. Jellar, body aching and such, was just about ready to go home. Letting his level of alertness die away, he made his way with the flow, trusting the Hircinians around him to defend him should he be attacked by a stray or anything. He rubbed his wounds, calculating the damage he had received over the course of the battle.
The biggest bruise that he would have was on his stomach, thanks to that larger guy. Through whispers he heard him referred to as Pain Killer and Adam, both. He had a nice bruise on his right cheek, a smaller one on his left. He had a couple of bruises on his ribs and a good-sized one on the tender portion of his hip. He was aching. His legs were burning because they were sore through all the work. His neck was stiff along with his back. It was a day of pain.
The fighting had broke up, but the result of the fight was obvious to Jellar, as a Watchman. One look at the number of bodies on the ground and it was clear. Today was a loss.
Jellar pondered that for a moment, still walking on. He only had Kurtz to thank for this mess being settled. However, Jellar was not so naive. He knew that there would still be resistance to the Hircine force, and Jellar was still considering whether or not to be a part of that force. Kurtz stopped the fight, for sure, but his ways were unfavorable. The general ways that the school was run was unfavorable. Jellar saw all sides of the predicament, not just one.
It was only a matter of time before Jellar had to choose which side to stay on.
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Post by Maverik on Mar 19, 2007 7:31:51 GMT 1
"It would seem to me... Mr MacMillan..." Maverik said slowly as he watched the events unfold on the lawn before the school. "That your attempts to keep me from fixing the situation in a civil manner that did not point the finger at the Varronites, was a wasted effort..." He told the man hwith a slight smirk. "It was even your own man, Kurtz, who called it on the Hircinians as instigators..." His grin became a slight frown as he witnessed the beatings being taken out on the students who had been held responsible. He turned to look at the principal, a certain gleam in his eyes. "Can't control your own lackeys?" He asked, his smile returning.
Maverik was flirting with danger here. He knew it, and so too would the ever scheming MacMillan. He was still careful not to word his statements to arrogantly, lest it come back to haunt him. But he was subtly letting his opinion be known. "I am but one man MacMillan. If you believe that keeping me from my duties will weaken those who follow my lead, then you will find yourself sorely mistaken... The ideal I work towards belongs to no individual, and will be carried out by the masses..." He strode past the large oak desk and moved towards the door. "Think on this... Sir... Because eventually the Hircinians will realize they're being used, and this war will end... And when that happens... You'll be left with your plans only half finished..." And on that note, Maverik opened the door and slipped out of the office, leaving his words to ring in the man's ears.
A small door in the side of the principals office opened, and a man clad in dark clothing emerged, a still burning cigarette hanging from his lips. "He knows you won't fire him..." He said smoothly. "But let him speak his mind anyway... His words are little more than bothersome flys in the grand scheme of things..." The man walked over to the window and watched as the remnants of the students slowly meandered out of the schoolyard. "Though keep your eyes on him... He's a dangerous one... He has allies..." He added, taking note of a boy who had the guts to approach Kurtz during all that was going on. "As your benefactor, I expect that everything will continue running smoothly, and tat this war will continue as long as it takes for the Varronites to be squashed out of existence." He told the principal, an air of authority about him. "Today was a step in the right direction... But that Kurtz needs to have his leash tightened..." He added darkly.
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Post by Leon Loire on Mar 25, 2007 23:26:17 GMT 1
OOC: Sorry for the long delay folks, it's been a weird set of two weeks...
IC: 'Keep talking Shen, you're only making me laugh.' Leon Loire thought to himself, glancing to the Pillar's rather hostile reaction to Leon's own vocal attack. It had been expected, and to be honest, Leon knew he should have ended the rudeness a long time ago, but for some reason Tiao seemed to represent much of what Leon found as "peeves," and he couldn't get himself past that.
'Oh well, it's better than other things that bother me...'
Feeling his body shoved forward, Leon went with the physical command and marched onward, joining his fellow Varronites in the stem of movement toward the exits. To be honest, it was unsure what Kurtz intended for the mass of them; mass beating was definitely a possibility. Still, Leon had no other choice, and he knew it was time to return as Varron's self-proclaimed "leader" figure. Akimoto's notice to him, of course, acted as a clear enforcer of that position.
"Well do Taiku, I'll have us all home safely. Just take care of whatever you need." Leon found himself quickly replying as Akimoto took off in the opposing direction, then quickly questioned in his mind, 'Wait, why was Kazuki here again? Hell, I'll have to catch up with him soon, I've been too much of a stranger...'
A few minutes later, Leon Loire and the rest of the Varronite population found itself clustered together in the eastern edge of the collected audience, the majority of them without fear or absolute concern, but rather, curiosity; what the hell did Kurtz want to do with the violent aggravates?
"If he tries to mass us out here, you all know what to do," Leon found himself quietly whispering to his comrades as they looked around themselves, checking the number of Hircinians surrounding them, half-expecting an another attack, "Organize and strike back. No more shattered factions or histories between us all anymore, got it?"
No one really nodded or spoke back to Leon, but a sense of unity seemed to sluggishly foreshadow itself to Loire; it was very possible to bring the Varronite population together, all it took was a bit of effort - and a bit of cleansing.
Ironically, Kurtz seemed to have the same idea for his own group.
As the Pillar spoke of actually pardoning the entire mass of fighters, Leon found himself clearly surprised; he caught on that Kurtz was the forgiving one, but to let all these aggressors go? It made no sense. Still, it seemed he simply was not going to forgive them all; soon enough, Leon's navy eyes witnessed the beatings of the chosen Hircinian group that had begun the riot in the first place with their suppose insults, and while Leon knew they had been destined to be punished from the very beginning, the thought of singling them out and... beating them as if in public display seemed to wrench out the ideals of tyranny along with it.
As Kurtz spoke of sacrificing freedoms for "safety," Leon found himself laughing at black humor, and his ears caught the murmurs of several other Varronites as well; they all kept their noise quiet, however, as they knew the speech was not one to interrupt. No one was stupid here. They had to keep their tongues quelled for now.
'We're not Hircinian simply because we wish to keep peace; all of us want that. We're Varronites because we cannot agree with their methods and their ideal of sacrificing Liberty, and for that solid purpose of rebelling against their ways, that is what makes us Varronites.'
Soon enough, Kurtz brought up his usual "boyish" attitude to shoo the entire population toward their dorm rooms, to separate them, to quiet them down and let them chill their heated thoughts. He thought the rivalry between the accepting Hircinians and rebelling Varronites was over - it was far from it; in fact, it was simply less obvious, and now more covert. The war would continue, not through fists and heated words, but social segregations of subtle webbing.
Varronites would still be Varronites. As they should be. Varronites, after all, were not just a social group, or a history, or residents of a school; they were the physical form of an ideology for individual freedom. Hence, the various degrees of desire for individual freedom that dwelled inside of each and every person known once or then as a "Varronite."
Leon watched in the corner of his eye as the cluster of his kind began to turn towards their various dorms, their minds and bodies tired, many unwilling to continue any sort of fight, merely wishing to calm down and live out the rest of their day. Loire had no intention of continuing a fight, but he also had no intention of allowing Kurtz's strategy to split them succeed.
"VARRONITES!" Leon found himself crying in a loud and booming yell, his left arm flying into the air above him and slowly orbiting his body in a circular turn, "Follow me!"
Leon Loire tread forward, the revived curiosity of the Varron students now drawn to him, and while some were scoffing at the sudden thought of having to organize and unite yet again, the majority took interest and followed, unsure of what to think. Soon enough, once Leon had led them farther from the crowd of Hircinians and toward the north wall of the school, they seemed to relax and speak a bit more lightly, realizing Leon had no intention of leading them back to war. It was a meeting, a joining of thought.
Leon turned back to gaze at his fellows, seeing several familiar faces, and nodded, "How many are wounded?" he quietly spoke out, catching sight of several that were clearly able to respond truthfully. In reaction, some hands seemed poise to rise in reply, but for the strangest reason they did not; the Varronites were proud, and had no intention of proving their own weaknesses, even to their supposed "leader."
Leon Loire only smirked and nodded, "Hey, I can understand that, even I don't want to admit that one of their Pillars struck me right in the stomach pretty badly. Keep that detail to yourselves, but I need to ask that anyone that's wounded take yourself to the Medical Wing if necessary; if you can clean yourself up, get someone to help you back to your dorm room. We need to lay low for a while."
Murmurs quickly picked up, and Leon rose his hand slowly to silence them, "Listen, I know what you're thinking, and I'll say now that you're wrong; we're not beaten. I will not allow this school to demean what WE are. They can say all they want, they can try to do all they want, but no matter how much they try, they cannot destroy what each and every one of you considers yourself. Now... what might that be?"
Leon grinned widely at the reply, that beautiful, boisterous reply: "WE ARE VARRONITES!"
It was almost a sort of a light joke, something that everyone acted was simply a detail, another factor of their lives; yet still, Leon knew in their hearts that each and every one of them, whatever their own definition of that term, would always see themselves as that social group; had they not, then they would have not followed Leon Loire to this "meeting," and would have instead taken the Pillars' orders directly.
"See? Now, supposedly the Hircinians once thought that such a term means we're just a bunch of rugged, violent thugs. Do you want them to think that still? - No, and I knew you'd all agree with me on that. Hence, unfortunately, we need to know when to accept a chance to lay low and reorganize. Therefore, I recommend those who really are wounded to go lay low in your dorms, get some rest, and try to talk to your friends. Those who are remarkably not wounded, I'd like you to wait until the rest of school's out, then find your friends and tell them this: in one week directly, I'd like any Varronite that considers themself a sociable creature to come back to this very spot later in the evening, and we'll start fresh from there. Got it? Good, now get out of here, we need to go find a place to kick back and chill. We can't just ignore Kurtz's kind offer to skip school, now can we?"
Leon grinned at the laugh back, and the nods of agreement; it went well, and it would only get better. The Varronite population, whether Kurtz had any intention to prevent it or not, was still very far from defeat. Nodding back to the rest of them and motioning them all to their dorms, Leon turned away and walked towards Dorm Building number 4, intent on getting some rest.
And trying to find some way to calm himself. Showing in exterior, Leon Loire probably came off as calmly set and controlled as Kurtz had in his speech; on the inside, however, Leon was shaking violently.
'Things are getting too hectic. Kvist is back, and it's only going to drop downhill from now on...'
Kicking himself for fearing such chaos, Leon tried to find some sort of subject that could calm him - and failed. Either way, struggling through his pains, Leon Loire found himself at his apartment and crashed on the cough to sleep.
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