Post by Alkaiser on Mar 19, 2007 4:50:11 GMT 1
(OOC:This thread is an extension of Alkaiser's involvement in the Beyond Control story arc, which can be found here.)
The sun beams gently down upon the masses of people standing inside Hircine stadium, just outside the school walls. A man on the bleachers gives a speech as the crowd listens intently, responding at just the right times. When neither speaker nor listener makes any noise, a serene silence passes over the land. It is an ironic quiet that mocks the violent noise, not long quelled by Hircine's authorities.
"Sooo...what the hell do we do now?" A voice speaks up from the crowd. A few of the lesser-known Varronite fighters look back and forth to each other, bewildered as to their next move as a group. With the riot that just occurred, everyone seemed to be on high alert. Steve Barzahd, one of the better-known Varronites, takes little interest.
After watching a public beating and being forced into listening to a speech by one of the school's pillars, Alkaiser was not in the best of spirits. He walks past, rolling his shoulder to loosen the joint. Having been more of a strategical piece and less of a fighting pawn during the action, Steve doesn't ache like the rest of these men. He doesn't glisten with sweat, and he does not feel the great rush of adrenaline from having just emerged from a gruesome battle with your head still attached. Rallying troops was not as fun as beating other's troops down, Steve concluded, finally popping the joint in just the right way so as to relieve the tension throughout his arm. He walked with both hands behind his head, showing laid-back disappointment as he began to leave the stadium, only a few minutes after the pillar and his personal henchmen had.
"Hey, Barzahd!" Steve stops for a moment, thinking to himself. Having a name was troublesome. More so when people knew it, and used it to ask for something. "What do ya want?' Steve sighed as he slowly turned around to notice the three or five warriors from before alot closer than he had remembered. "Hey...umm...you were giving the orders before, so you should know...what happens next?"
Steve looks at the guys faces, all seeming to show the same expression. It was a childish display of embarrassment. The kind of embarrassment a kid feels when he doesn't know which way mommy went and he needs to ask for directions. "How should I know?" Steve barks back. The men seem crushed. For a bunch of hardened fighters they sure did have some puppy-like qualities about them. Feeling guilty, he decides to give a little help to the mob. "Ah hell...what happens next, is you guys train and you get stronger." Steve looks around with shifty eyes for any Hircinian with influence that might be ready to scream conspiracy on high. He puts his arms down and leans in a little closer. "Crap like this can happen whenever and wherever, and if you get called upon you'd better be ready. If you're the one winning the fight, then you never need to wonder what happens next."
The guys look to each other, as if to say "Oooh, I should've known." Steve turns around and begins to walk away again, already feeling as if he wasted five minutes of his life explaining which way was up to these poor sad little newbies. It's not long before he hears a group of footsteps behind him. He slows down, and they follow suit. He speeds up and their right behind him. He stops immediately and they all bump into each other. Knowingly, he turns around to see the men following him. He gives a scolding glare. "so...uhhh...when does training start, cap?"
For a moment, no sound is made. Their curiosity is all that stands between them. Where was the wind on a day like today? Maybe it was the warm sun beating down on his head, or maybe it was the feeling of still having a score to settle with those Hircinians, but something compelled Steve to deny his initial reaction of shooing these guys off. A stray thought crosses Steve's mind, telling him that his delusions of peace are going to become further before they get near. He scans the small crowd, seeing some fighters have assembled that actually have a decent reputation, beside some who have nothing but hope. "Guys...I'm no lead--"
"Come on! We gotta get strong! Now help us out you wanna be ex-captain sonovabitch!" A resounding cheer comes from the group. If they had nothing else, they were ferociously driven. Steve couldn't help himself, and was immediately fired up. He instantly, and perhaps subconsciously, agreed to become the leader of this...well...whatever it was. "You bastard! I'm gonna make you jackasses train until I get tired! It's after school isn't it? Make way to the gym, NOW!"
Most of the men rush off immediately, yelling and saluting. He looks on with a prideful expression, although his mind inquires as to what he just got himself into. "I'll be damned if I'm not looking forward to the next scrap though," he thinks.
The sun beams gently down upon the masses of people standing inside Hircine stadium, just outside the school walls. A man on the bleachers gives a speech as the crowd listens intently, responding at just the right times. When neither speaker nor listener makes any noise, a serene silence passes over the land. It is an ironic quiet that mocks the violent noise, not long quelled by Hircine's authorities.
"Sooo...what the hell do we do now?" A voice speaks up from the crowd. A few of the lesser-known Varronite fighters look back and forth to each other, bewildered as to their next move as a group. With the riot that just occurred, everyone seemed to be on high alert. Steve Barzahd, one of the better-known Varronites, takes little interest.
After watching a public beating and being forced into listening to a speech by one of the school's pillars, Alkaiser was not in the best of spirits. He walks past, rolling his shoulder to loosen the joint. Having been more of a strategical piece and less of a fighting pawn during the action, Steve doesn't ache like the rest of these men. He doesn't glisten with sweat, and he does not feel the great rush of adrenaline from having just emerged from a gruesome battle with your head still attached. Rallying troops was not as fun as beating other's troops down, Steve concluded, finally popping the joint in just the right way so as to relieve the tension throughout his arm. He walked with both hands behind his head, showing laid-back disappointment as he began to leave the stadium, only a few minutes after the pillar and his personal henchmen had.
"Hey, Barzahd!" Steve stops for a moment, thinking to himself. Having a name was troublesome. More so when people knew it, and used it to ask for something. "What do ya want?' Steve sighed as he slowly turned around to notice the three or five warriors from before alot closer than he had remembered. "Hey...umm...you were giving the orders before, so you should know...what happens next?"
Steve looks at the guys faces, all seeming to show the same expression. It was a childish display of embarrassment. The kind of embarrassment a kid feels when he doesn't know which way mommy went and he needs to ask for directions. "How should I know?" Steve barks back. The men seem crushed. For a bunch of hardened fighters they sure did have some puppy-like qualities about them. Feeling guilty, he decides to give a little help to the mob. "Ah hell...what happens next, is you guys train and you get stronger." Steve looks around with shifty eyes for any Hircinian with influence that might be ready to scream conspiracy on high. He puts his arms down and leans in a little closer. "Crap like this can happen whenever and wherever, and if you get called upon you'd better be ready. If you're the one winning the fight, then you never need to wonder what happens next."
The guys look to each other, as if to say "Oooh, I should've known." Steve turns around and begins to walk away again, already feeling as if he wasted five minutes of his life explaining which way was up to these poor sad little newbies. It's not long before he hears a group of footsteps behind him. He slows down, and they follow suit. He speeds up and their right behind him. He stops immediately and they all bump into each other. Knowingly, he turns around to see the men following him. He gives a scolding glare. "so...uhhh...when does training start, cap?"
For a moment, no sound is made. Their curiosity is all that stands between them. Where was the wind on a day like today? Maybe it was the warm sun beating down on his head, or maybe it was the feeling of still having a score to settle with those Hircinians, but something compelled Steve to deny his initial reaction of shooing these guys off. A stray thought crosses Steve's mind, telling him that his delusions of peace are going to become further before they get near. He scans the small crowd, seeing some fighters have assembled that actually have a decent reputation, beside some who have nothing but hope. "Guys...I'm no lead--"
"Come on! We gotta get strong! Now help us out you wanna be ex-captain sonovabitch!" A resounding cheer comes from the group. If they had nothing else, they were ferociously driven. Steve couldn't help himself, and was immediately fired up. He instantly, and perhaps subconsciously, agreed to become the leader of this...well...whatever it was. "You bastard! I'm gonna make you jackasses train until I get tired! It's after school isn't it? Make way to the gym, NOW!"
Most of the men rush off immediately, yelling and saluting. He looks on with a prideful expression, although his mind inquires as to what he just got himself into. "I'll be damned if I'm not looking forward to the next scrap though," he thinks.