In the Library (open)

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor sat alone in the library, enjoying the silence. He hadn't read anything good in a long time, and decided that he should fix that on a whim. He'd been reading 'The Snows Of Kilimanjaro' by earnest hemmingway. The book was in his hand and he was still reading, being entertained by the short story of A clean, but well lighted place. still, he was a tad lonely as he tried to collect his thoughts.

his table was empty save for him and his binder, and the silence was still, but the air was warm and comforting. too many mixed feelings, he wanted something to equalize himself.

["Z.E.B."]

OKI, I TURN NOW. GOOD RUCK EVERYBODY ELSE.

"Now... you understand what you've got to do. Right?"

"Yes. I understanding."

"...Riiight. Well, he put you at the forefront of this mission. You understand? There will be no forward momentum until a foothold is guaranteed and established."

"Understanding-ing."

Tai grunted slightly, letting the end of his pipe slam into his left hand a little bit too hard. Gritting his teeth, he shook his head.

"...Okay... Summary: Infiltrate the school. Keep a lookout for the 259ers---You have the booklet I gave you, right?---And see if you can't find any of the old guard."

"..."

"Well?"

"Understanding-ing-ing-ing."

"..."

"I'm going to start beating you now. I don't know when I'll stop."

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

...Following the scuffle, right outside of the car, right outside of the school, teachers breaking up the fight (making Tai drive off like a man with the cops called on him---because they were), the boy proceeded to meander about in a seemingly punch-drunk stupor. The other students, right at the entrance of Public High School #42 would begin to take note... And more then a little obviously, steer clear the hell away from the bleeding, Chinese, Christian monk guy, breaking about ten dress protocols.

Mission Objective 1: Infiltration Of The School A Success! =D...

However, the other objectives would have to wait, as he'd randomly walk into what appeared to be a very, very large football player, who promptly shoved him. "Get the fuck outta my wa---" His body kind of all flung backwards like rubber, his back bending backwards, before thrusting both his arms and hands forward---his long, sharpened nails cutting into the jock's shirt.

The jock twitched.

...Slowly coming out of his stupor, the Chinese boy slowly began to look up, his eyes hidden away by the long strands of white (and suspiciously shiny) hair as well as the shadow of his bowler hat.

"...Nihao."

...

*WHUMP*

*THROW*

*CRASH*

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

...Seconds later, after a certain other individual walked into this library, there came charging from behind him a rather large, shirtless jock, with many bloody cuts and finger-nail slashes on him. Everything superficial, of course, but from the way the boy was positively glowing red, the irritation and pain was sure to be getting to him. On the other hand, there was a rather fair-skinned boy... Chinese, a scarred up face with a hat and long, white hair to cover up his eyes... beads, a silver cross necklace, black robe-like clothing and pants... and convere whipping about from underneath him, as he brought his right arm towards his chest, the hand cupping the elbow of his left arm, as he tucked it in towards his face, while stepping backwards, to further absorb the crushing right-hook blow.

The boy's body promptly flew up into the air and crashed atop of a certain individual's table, cracking it in two, the metal of the binder catching him right in the spine. Blanching at such a horribly awkward fall, spitting out blood into the air, before watching fall in slow motion back onto his face, he turned his head slowly to the right, his body a bit of a tangled mess, as his limbs were underneath and contorted about him. Staring at the fellow who had attempted to occupy the table just moments ago.

"...Nihao."

...He said with a strange, bloody grin, as the jock stomped, advancing upon the Asian boy's position.

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STATISTIC DETERIORATION FOR THREAD
-25% To All Statistics For Being Thoroughly Exhausted!

• Strength: 40 = 30
  
• Dexterity: 40 = 30
  
• Constitution: 40 = 30
  
• Intelligence: 40 = 30
  
• Wisdom: 40 = 30
  
• Charisma: 40 = 30

EDIT: Forgot To Add In The Statistic Penalty.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

CRACK!

Victor looked up from his book, now why had he expected silence in the ONLY PLACE THAT SILENCE WAS EXPECTED IN THE WHOLE MOTHERF***ING SCHOOL!. GOD D***IT! stupid people are so stupid. He quickly dog-eared his place in the book, throwing it aside as he got up. His deep blue eyes looked down at the smiling chinese boy with...yes, perfectly white hair... that was different... even albino hair wasn't THAT white... Victor's calm blue eyes then continued up to see one of his bros, a dumbass named cody from the football team, ripped up and shirtless. Victor facepalmed as he shook his head. "Put your shirt back on dumbass" Break commanded before looking down to the chinese boy again. "you want any help up?" he asked, his voice switching to a kinder tone. Victor could only see what it looked like, He knew cody was no push-over, and he thought that this new kid could probably use some help. "You're such an asshole cody, you always pick on the little kids, fight someone your own size" Break challenged, cody shrugged and smiled "you used to too Break, what the fuck happened to you?" Cody answered back with a little glint in his eyes. Suddenly, Break was glad it was cody...

Before The boy answered Victor wrapped his foot around his chair kicking it up into his hand, his eyes narrowing at Cody across from him. With a heavy handed swing Victor chucked the chair across toward Cody's face. Cody caught the chair, smashing it against the floor it splintered into pieces, and cody lifted up the sharp end of one of the chair legs, now broken into a nice weapon. Damn... and here victor had hoped they'd be able to do this without too much fighting... Oh well, Fights are an awful lot of fun!

Victor's hand outstretched to the boy, offering to help him up. "come on, he won't be going down without a little brawl"

(OOC: under Z.E.B's permission and orders:
Cody's stats

Strength:50
Dex:35
const:40
int:15
wisdom:20
charisma:25)

[David Blaze]

David lowered his book, eyes a fury as he stared at the ruckus that amassed before him.

He would have to, eventually, put an end to it.

For now, however, he would wait and watch, mostly because he had no information as to who had started the brawl so he couldnt exactly deal true justice. They would all get a grade A beatdown, since they were destroying and obliterating school property, but he wanted to know which he could hold accountable destroying shit and who he held accountable for destroying shit and clawing up a students. Whatever the result, he could wait for it. It appeared that these two would be fighting one student together, and David decided to take a few notes....just so he could be sure of who he was up against.

If worse came to worse....he would intervene.

But for now, he's sit in his chair and wait.

[Linda Osako]

Like David, Linda was also reading a book. However, she had placed herself in between two book shelves, in the middle of the isle and had no idea David was there or that a conflict was taking place. She just sat there, her head in a book on the Wicca religion.

She stared at the pages, reading every word carefully. The book was full with all sorts of insight into their world of witchcraft and charms. Linda found it kind of amusing how perverted Christianity had made this religion seem. It was nothing at all like what they preached.

She read aloud a charm, just to get a sense of what it sounded like to cast it.

"I am protected by your might,
O gracious Goddess, day and night.

Thrice around the circle's bound,
Evil sink into the ground."

[David Blaze]

David stood, his eyes continuing to stare at the group of fighters who were, at this point, seemingly sizing each other up. David turned a corner, heading back in between isle to replace his book on greek mythology. As he rounded the corner and finally broke contact with the group, he stopped, noticing the girl on the ground and sending the nuerological signal to his face for total frownage. What was she doing here? How long had it been since he had seen the Bone Dragon, former School Captain of 259 and 42? He thought quickly. It was in an office, a long time ago, right after Emilys fall. Since then he had not interacted with any of them. He slid his book into the shelf and glaced over at the fight, making sure things werent getting too hectic before he continued.

"Ah, back from your vactation?"

Davids voice was cold. He did NOT approve of a Captain who walked out on her school, regardless of the situation. It might him somewhat of a hypocrit, since he had done the same, but what he did he never said he enjoyed, and he apologized for everything.

He seriously doubted Linda would do the same.

["Z.E.B."]

OOC: Just to keep things from being sloppy, post order: "Break," "Z.E.B.," David, Linda. Also, apologies for the potentially short post.

Rag-Tag Tag-Team

No, it was safe to say no one of the three really noticed the other two specific individuals in the vicinity, aside from those who were choosing to ignore it, those who chose to craftily walk out or the like.

For what he could say for himself as a fighter, the boy was indeed "shaken up" quite a bit. He was in quite the daze, that he couldn't tell what the boy above him was doing---just a quick movement of something.---A brash statement. Still slowly recovering his senses, he looked again at the person in front of him. A softer moment came from the person, along with an offered hand. A potential ally. The boy figuratively jumped at the opportunity, his right hand (a little shakily) reaching up for the proffered kindness.

"Melliry."

(OOC: Read "Merrily." >_>)

However, even as the boy took the hand of the seemingly kind stranger, his hidden eyes suddenly switched over to where the "kind stranger" was suddenly shifting his foot towards. Except... It wasn't aimed at the boy. Rather, with "Blond's" and "Shirtless" exchange aside, the sudden shattering of wood, and "Blond's" re-addressing the boy again, the boy would only continue smiling.

"Agleed," the boy replied, eying the rather sharp wooden stake "Shirtless" had now. Silently, he cursed himself for being so caught off-guard. But then, he was still adjusting to farm-life in America, versus China, before and after school.

Tightening his grip on "Blond's" hand, he'd push himself up and possibly let himself be pulled up as well, 'til he was in a standing position.

"I jump on back, attack from above-front, you aim for his side?" the boy whispered quickly, slightly out of the side of his mouth to his new companion. It wasn't too clear, but he knew what he wanted to do, and the priority: Disarming "Shirtless."

EDIT: XD Sorry. Made the whisper comment size 0, so that it actually looks like a whisper.

[Linda Osako]

"Ah, back from your vacation?"

"Hmm?"

She looked up from the 'Spell book' to find a Mr.David Blaze.

"I suppose you could say that David." Linda chuckled. She could sense something was up with him simply from the tone of his voice.

"There a problem Blazey? You sound a lil off." She asked as she dove back into her book, completely uninterested that a fight was taking place. If David was disapproving of her not breaking up the fight, that was to be expected. However, he would see no wasted heroics from the Varsity Captain... No not today.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor pulled the kid up, the boy was tall, but pretty light under victor's meaty arms. The kid whispered something to him, his speech pattern sounded like the stereotypical chinese kid from those indiana jones movies, inwardly Break chuckled at this, but outwardly it just came as a big grin. Cody had begun walking forward now, swinging his big stick threateningly (ooc: just for you).

"Yeah, sounds like a plan" victor said, imagining the kid jumping up and wrapping his arms around cody, cody would then probably use the stick to try and hit this new kid, which could result in comically hitting himself in the face, but victor wasn't going to rely on that.

Assuming what victor imagined was what Z.E.B was really going for Victor would arch in from his attackers left after ZEB jumped him, he would Kick the back of Cody's leg, hopefully giving him the dreaded 'dead leg' before trying to catch the stick so it couldn't be used against them.

["Z.E.B."]

Improvising And Buying Time
Theme Music: Welcome To China From Dynasty Warriors 6

The boy nodded towards "Blond's" acknowledgement---But it seemed like the two of them had two seperate ideas of what was going on---"Blond" wasn't charging. Apparently, he was.

Oh, hell, he'd do it.

Watching for a moment as "Shirtless" charged on their position, slowly but deliberately swinging his massive stick about with an emphasis on Freud, the boy suddenly ducked down and charged at a low angle.

---While simultaneously grabbing a leg of half of the broken wooden table, and sliding it violently towards "Shirtless'" feet. Maybe it'd look like an attempt to trip, but the half-table would stop a few feet in front of "Shirtless."

...And after the initial exertion and initial pause from lugging such a hefty thing, the boy continued his charge, rushing towards the makeshift ramp. Using the extra leverage, he'd take an extra step on the very top of the thing, crushing the legs, before jumping up in the air towards "Shirtless" at a forty-five degree angle, his hands reserved at his sides, deployed in "I'MA CLAW YOU TIGER-STYLE" sort of fashion, while his legs quickly shifted to a bow-legged position, vertically.

If "Shirtless" tried to catch the boy by extending the sharp object towards his stomach, his clawed hands would shoot forward, trying to grab for it, and aiming a double-kick at "Shirtless'" chest to avoid getting impaled.

If "Shirtless" was swinging from right to left just as the boy would jump at him, leaving "Shirtless" slightly vulnerable, the boy would bring about his legs over the boy's face, and bring his nails/claws into the boy's shoulders, to try to knock the boy over backwards. "Try to." And yes, that would mean that "Shirtless" would get a face full of Chinese crotch in the face. Failing that, the boy would just begin clawing at the back.

If "Shirtless" was swinging from left to right as the boy jumped on him, the boy would open up his legs to bring a face full of Chinese crotch into the boy's face anyways, before tightening his grip of his legs on the boy's neck, and grab very tightly onto the shoulders to potentially stop "Shirtless" from swinging the stick into his back.

And... if, some other move was pulled, such as a punch thrown at the boy, the boy would attempt to improvise (I.E. catch the out-shot arm by the bicep with both hands, digging his nails into it, and bringing about his legs into splits in mid-air, while he tried to lean backwards, before redirecting his legs into a forward-double kick into "Shirtless'" chest. The landing would then be hard, as the boy would try to drag the arm down, but landing on his back, only to roll backwards, and using both his (hopefully) successful grip on "Shirtless'" arm and both feet on "Shirtless'" chest for leverage, would hopefully successfully flip "Shirtless" forward and on his back, allowing the boy to roll backwards and stop in a crouching position. ...With his crotch in "Shirtless'" face.

Even if all these scenarios failed, this would (hopefully) provide "Blond" with the time he needed to land that critical shot onto "Shirtless" while he was most vulnerable while the boy attempted his crazy shenanigans, which would hopefully lead towards a successful tag-team combo attack, leading to massive damage on "Shirtless." In the best case, even a knockout. But, as long as somehow the boy got his crotch in front of "Shirtless'" face... he'd yell at decisively (which would probably garner the ire of not only the nearby students, but the typically quiet librarian as well):

"WERCOME TO CHINA, BITCH."

=D!?

EDIT: Theme Music. =D

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Cody was no slug, he jumped back as the kid lunged at him, guessing the moves he pulled the stick behind him and (knowing that one can't really change direction once launching forward) Swung the stick from top to bottom, like a hammer into the chinese boy's head. if it landed cody would attempt to swing the chinese boy on a stick into the oncoming victor who was still coming in from his left.

Improvisation go!

Victor was also not a spineless creature that oozed slime, and he adjusted his own plan, and if cody's little impromptu slice came his way, Victor would slide to his knees and tackle at Cody's legs, hopefully knocking him over.

["Z.E.B."]

"Ow."

In the boy's mind, he would suddenly thrust out his arms, and do a front-flip with his legs, before slamming it down onto "Shirtless'" back.---HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... Right. Training? Sure. Fighting? Sure. But he wasn't that limber with his legs just yet.

Okay. Maybe the whole "doing splits and wrapping them around 'Shirtless'' neck" would've turned out to be a whole lot uglier then he had intended, and probably stretch a few things that weren't ready to be stretched. He was trying for this, anyways.

All he knew was that everything went black for a moment, the moment his hands went over and past the stick, failing to stop it, having not really expected to see the fellow just step back like that.

---In hindsight? He'd take note that the whole "using a desk as a ramp" was probably a total give-away to his intended actions.---

Rather, a huge gash would suddenly explode into formation on his head, as his entire body went rocketing downward.---But that's just it. Downward. The boy was a heavy palooka himself, so the the swing did hit him, but from the way it opened up his forehead, just below his hat, and right between his eyes? Only the stick would go sailing towards "Blond" who would still be able to launch his counter-attack and throw "Shirtless" off-guard.

However.

The boy's back slammed flat onto the ground, just prior to his neck recoiling to let the back of his head slam down and back up, his entire body bouncing for a moment, stunned. A complete and total loss of his grip onto the stick (that never happened)---and his head was still swimming. However, if it bought "Blond" the time he needed to go for his attack...---Oh shi-

"Blond's" attack was a knee-slide-tackle to "Shirtless'" knees. If that worked, then the chances of "Shirtless" falling forward... was very, very high. And if he did, just as the boy would begin to tenderly reach for his forehead with the tip of his nail, before recoiling and remembering that it was his nail touching the exposed flesh, he'd give out a quick gasp as the giant would fall toward him.

Wrapping his left arm about his chest and pointing the elbow upward, provided it was perfectly timed, it would be a combination of "Shirtless'" weight, gravity, and a proper angle to wind "Shirtless" enough to give "Blond" the time he needed to give a good hit to the back of "Shirtless'" head or something to possibly end this fight a lot faster then he had intended.

...Of course, the pain that was currently crippling the boy's ability to think may have meant that he had miscalculated the angle he had fallen before "Shirtless" and his elbow would be pointed a little bit lower at something all the less pleasant...

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor slammed into Cody's knees throwing the boy over his shoulders before he realized that ZEB was now pretty fucked up and laying first in the carpetting of the library, deciding to give it a good dyeing... with his blood...

But Victor had to hand it to the oriental, he did the best he could, his elbows came up and smashed Cody in the...

oh my...

Cody rolled over, slumped and in pain, grabbing at his tender loin area. Victor was not gonna waste the oppurtunity though, Running forward, doc martens at the ready he would lift his foot and begin curb stomping the hell out of cody's face while he was still down, if this was succeesful he would probably pick up the now discarded piece of wood and begin incorporating that into his beat down of the football fiend

["Z.E.B."]

GETHIMOFFME! GETHIMOFFME!
Theme Song: Near The Boarder From Ace Combat 0: The Belkan War

...Of course, even as "Blond's" tactic worked, the boy, still bleeding, would hold his elbow up in place, even as the pressure increased. All of it felt as though... his elbow was about to be cracked. He was strong---He knew that, but with the way the mass of warm flesh and bone was fallen over on him, he knew that his arm was going to collapse and he'd probably end up being smothered. Heh. "Blond" beating on "Shirtless'" face wasn't really helping out matters too much either, with the constant *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK*ing.

Giving a heft of strength as suddenly loosed the brace of his other arm to push "Shirtless" up with his left elbow, before trying to tuck his knees in and towards his own chest, and using all his knees and elbows to try to pressure-push "Shirtless" out of the way. Hopefully that would work.---The man was taking a beating on the head for God's sake, and was just kneed over. If he was still conscious, really, the boy would sit there for a moment (because his God-damned head was bleeding and throbbing like a motherfucker), before scooting his ass forward a bit to lightly kick "Blond" in the knees, while "looking" at him in a way as if to say "stop." Well, even if "Shirtless" was unconscious, that's just what the boy would do to "Blond" anyways, (so long as in the prior scenario, "Shirtless" didn't randomly decide to counter-attack).

Rather... the boy...

"...I raff now?" he'd ask, smiling, shaking his head while hugging his arms to himself in a sense of protection/pain.

Pause.

"HAHAHAHAHA..."

Sadness? A sigh of relief from having dealt a major (and possibly even decisive) blow to a giant of a man? Happiness to know that he just had a wonderful tag-team fight? Or just... was the whole damn situation just damn hilarious?---Granted by now, the librarian and everyone seeking some freaking peace and quiet would probably be giving all three of them the evil eye for bringing such a ruckus into an otherwise peaceful environment.

But was this really victory? Was "Shirtless" defeated? Was he still conscious or not? Did "Shirtless" still want to continue? Granted, from the good fight that it was, regardless of the pain, to the boy, he felt as though... This was good. This was a right and proper exercise. This was...

...The beginning?

...

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor was going to town, blood spurting from Cody's face as his doc martens fell hard and decisively every time. Suddenly he felt a light kick at his knee, looking to see the asian boy still underneath Cody. "oh shit..." Victor said to himself, almost laughing, but with a little grimace as he realized what happened. He back off as he saw the look in the chinese boy's eyes that clearly said "WHAT THE FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!?" though probably much nicer in his mind... whatev...

Victor backed off, watching the asian kid throw Cody's now limp and feeble body off of him. something about 20 to 30 consecutive kicks to the face that really seems to do that to people... go figure.

then the asian boy started laughing. for a moment Break was confused... but slowly he felt it build in his chest, his big lovable smile coming to full front. Victor couldn't help but join in, his deep hearty laugh booming next to the asian boy's chuckle, it was the laugh of two people who enjoyed a great fight. "Man... we gotta do that again sometime" Victor said as his laughing began to die out. "You feeling okay?" he asked, looking at the big laceration that took up most of the boy's head.