The Girl Who Had Snow For Hair (Emily)

[Steve]

"Furthermore when you do my homework I expect you to put it in my locker every morning before first period. If you don't then I will hunt you down and I will smash that four eyed face of yours." The fat boy said with a small snort as he started to laugh. He found the situation funny, Steven however did not. Every so often someone thought that just because he was smart they could get him to do their homework for them, that threatening him with violence would make him comply. Honestly, paying cash was a much better incentive for him. Though he could see why no one offered him money, not when bloodshed was so much easier and less hassle. At least it was in a school like this, though the Pillars did their best to maintain order, it was physically impossible for them to be all places at once. Once again, one of the many reasons he paid little argument to when people harped about them not doing their jobs.

Steven just continued to dial his combination in to his locker, not even looking at the fat student that was threatening him. A small smile played across his lips as he thought about what he was going to do.

"How about this, you pay me One Hundred Dollars a day for me to do my homework, and if I don't deliver then you beat me up." He said this meekly as he took off his lock, he knew the kid was going to try and teach him a lesson now, he had undermined his authority by suggesting payment, but he was ready. He saw the movement from the corner of his eye, his body moved away from the fist as he opened his locker door to block it. The fist hit the locker with a loud bang. The kid yelled out in pain.

"Your physical capabilities do not yet match up to your chosen profession of bully. Your grade is that of F, you are a joke." He said with a grin, the light catching his glasses causing them to flash for a moment.

The kid was still holding his fist when Steven struck out his right leg shooting forward to kick the kid in the shin, following the ideas of Jeet Kun Do, no wasted effort, keeping things quick and choosing his target, striking the nerve that ran up the front of the boy's shin, something that would likely hurt him for a few weeks, but cause no serious harm. His hand still holding the lock shot forward slamming in to the boy's nose. He didn't punch the kid, rather he palm struck him, only the metal of his lock connected with the nose rather then Steven's hand. The nose cracked as it broke, blood starting to pour from it. Making a sound of panic now that his easy prey showed that he too had claws the bully would run off clutching his face, hurrying to the nurses station in hopes of getting patched up.

"Idiot." He muttered to himself as he put his lock back on his locker, locking back up.

[seishounohana]

An applause. Emily gave this new kid an applause from the locker across from his. She was just getting to class and she sees this for a show. Interesting thing, actually. It wasn't often that she could see someone be able to defend themselves well against people who are seemingly more powerful than others. Then again, what is considered "real" power?

"I'd be careful if I were you." Emily said, closing her locker with a gentle push. "They may be weak individually, but they do know how to gang up on people." She gave a friendly smile, her white hair shimmering. Her white hair was beyond what was the norms of the world. Then again, Emily was never really born with it.

Science made her like this.

[Steve]

"A group is as weak as the weakest link." He said as he turned to face the person who had addressed him. He gave her a quick once over before he bent down to pick up his book bag which was laying by his feet, slinging it over his left shoulder as he straightened up. Pushing his glasses back in to place he gave her another, less casual look. White hair, probably dyed or suffering from a pigment disorder. Cute, and wants to put off a friendly vibe.

He didn't put her as actually friendly because he didn't know her. A lot of people played nice to get on your good side, then stabbed you in the back when you least expected it. He has seen it many times before, so he was normally very wary with people that came off as friendly, often it meant they wanted something in some form.

"Besides, a single fighter that knows what he is doing is at an advantage over a group, it is true that one can be overcome by sheer numbers if the numbers are great enough. But take this hallway for example, it is a choke point, only so many of them can strike at me at any given time. The chances of them fighting as a unified team are slim to none, unless they have done extensive training together for the purpose of fighting as a team. It is more likely they they would fight me as individuals and would thus get in each others way."

He said casually with a shrug. He appreciated the concern, if it was legitimate. But he had grown up in this system, fighting really wasn't anything new to him. Now that didn't mean he was one of those meat heads that went around fighting people to teach them manners or anything. He was normally reactive, sure he might goad some people, but it was very rare for him to throw the first attack. Not when he could use his words.

"Still, I do appreciate your concern, but I assure you that I can handle myself. None of this is new." He said offering her a small smile.

[seishounohana]

The girl smiled. This guy seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He was smart and that was something most impressive. She applauded him again, "Wonderful assessment. You'd make a brilliant strategist, you know?" She complimented him, very honest in her words.

Emily was not the most powerful fighter or the most brilliant tactician, but her influence was heard more than most people. Could it be the charisma or how she handles people? That really doesn't matter right now. "I will take your word for it." She said, approaching him and extending a hand for a handshake. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Emily. You are?"