Honor Guard (invite)

[Gabriel Seran]

Rain fell over San Francisco, it was cold and ominous something that was much needed and built the tension as for others it bred relief, now was a time to start a following. Gabriel was sure that this time around things would work out. Their mission was underhanded and at times would be a bit over the top but it was something that was a necessity. In times of war there was always a small group that had to deal with the dirt while the others themselves were satisfied with the green grass.

He found a small dark abandoned warehouse beside the sea where anyone within this dwelling could hear the sea crash viscously against the shoreline. It was something that had to be remembered, how brutal the world could be how vicious they must be in return. This gathering was not of the Militia nor was its purpose to defeat any higher power, its purpose was much different. SOmething to be revealed in time.

Gabriel sat at the head of a long table, the mahogany wood blended nicely with his jacket. His side was hastened in the dark corner a hand covered in a dark gauntlet tapped at the wood curious as to who was afraid of this meeting. They would have no other choice here, the democracy was simply a smokescreen behind it was this, the mirror image of an SS army he would call it the Honor Guard. A fitting name for something that was to protect the school from dangerous insurgents.

The phone on the table buzzed ecstatically, Gabriel had sent out a message to all those who would answer the call. A very select few who could get the job done.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara looked up at the warehouse, her hair, pulled into a ponytail, was sticking to her face from the rain, despite the hood of her black sweater being pulled up. She should have worn a jacket, knowing what shitty weather there was, but Sara had decided against it. She had no idea what to expect, so she hadn't worn one which could get in her way. Now her baggy sweater and sweat pants were soaked through, and clinging to her skin. What the fuck would he make the meeting all the way out here for?

She had gotten a cab here, and had walked the res tof the way. She was on one crutch now, her knee having healed enough that she could start putting some weight on it. She couldn't wait to get back to being without them at all, but such was the case that it was going to be a another little while still. The good news was, it was healing nicely, and she was going to make a full recovery despite the few times she had... strained it, during its recovery.

She sighed and set off towards the entrance, the sound of the sea loud in her ears. What a day for a meeting. She was slightly nervous, more because she was injured and had no idea what she was going to walk in on. For all she knew, it was a set up. But she was ready. The second reason she was nervous was because she was concerned about what Gabriel would say about her injury. They had had very little contact since her injury, but she had proven time and again that she was still able to fight, very well, with the injury. But the idea that Gabriel would tell her to leave because of it was in the front of her mind. And she would fight him on it. She wasn't going anywhere.

She found her way inside and looked around, her gaze falling to the figure at the head of the table as she made her way closer. She was the first here apparently. She leaned her crutch against the table and sat down in the seat closest to him, a twisted smile on her face. There was something about this guy that made her proud. He was proving to be extremely useful. She simply had to continue to play the part of being his little pawn. Easy. "Gabriel..." She leaned forward on the table. "Now why would call me all the bloody way out here on a shitty day like this? You better have something good for me..."

[bix]

Second Stage
Development

It seemed. Another meeting. would take place. She felt. It must. Be the same one. That had instigated. The original meeting. For only then. Had her cell phone. Rang with a message. Declaring a time. A place. And to show up. It was no. Real stretch. To assume. That it was. Gabriel. Once more. Bix was sitting. Inside the train station. Not too far. From any place. In particular. Just waiting. Out the rain. She came here often. Sitting alone. In a chair. That she preferred. Only because. It was cast in shadow. From a light. That had gone out. Who knew... how long ago.

Bix sat. Upon the chair. Chanting near silently. To herself. Before the phone. Went off. In her lap. Eyes opened. Blank as ever. Reading the message. On the phone. She rose. Sliding her phone. Into her pocket. Where it would. Be safe. The storm. Raged outside. Only mimiking. How she felt. She had. Cast the spell. This morning. For the rain. And even though. She knew that. It would cause. A ripple. In the world. She cared not. For it was something. She needed. Best thinking done. In the rain it was.

Standing, her umbrella. Was unfurled. And she stepped. To the door. Looking out. At the door pour. The skies overcast. Which meant. There was no need. To block the sunlight. From her skin. She stepped out. The umbrella. Blocking her. From the worst. Of the downpoor. The location. Was not. Too close. But Bix did not. Mind walking. The splash. Of her boots. Was barely hood. Over the sound. That seemed. To rid the world. Of all others. Rain pounding. Upon the concrete. And the world. Washing away. So much. Cleansing the world.

The warehouse. Was by the ocean. The angry waves. Slapped against. The shore. And she feared them not For she was not. Afraid of much. Bix had long ago. Lost the fear. Of many things. Though she knew. That she was not. Untouchable. She still. Had weaknesses. And if found. They would certainly. Have an impact. But for now. Her weaknesses. Remained her own. Out of the doorpour. She stepped. Into the warehouse. Another long table. Stood there. And again. Gabriel. At it's end. She sighed. Seeing the girl. The one that. Attacked Jeremiah. Was already there. Speaking to. The rather thin. Individual.

Bix had filled out. Since she had. Originally met Pine. And even Gabriel. She was not fat. By any means. She was still. Extreemly skinny. However. She had a bit more. Curve on her now. Than before. Dressed in blue jeans. A black shirt. With a silver tie. Around her neck. Her blue hair. Pulled up behind her. As she sat down. Only a nod. For Gabriel. At this time.

[Connor Dwyre]

Rain. Connor loved the rain. Though, he would not be out enjoying it as he usually did. He was out because he had gotten a phone call. The voice spoke the place, the time, and to meet. Connor headed out, bidding Suichi goodbye. Suichi was used to Connor going out in the rain, so he paid it little mind. Only telling Connor to be careful.

Connor found his way easily enough. The smell of the salt water, the sound of the waves crashing, and the big building had to be the warehouse. The rain always made things clearer for him, almost like he could see again. He didn't know who to expect there. Only knowing it would be Gabriel and more than likely Sara. He didn't know anyone else involved, or if they had anyone. After all, Sara told him they were "expanding."

He walked in, leaving the rain in place. His shades were on, as were his gloves. There was only one he would ever remove them for, and that person wasn't here. At least, not that he knew. Bix wasn't in her room when he left, so he assumed she was out. He wasn't her keeper, and wouldn't tell her where to go. She was free to do what she wanted. Much to Connor's dismay, they weren't dating. Even if they were, he wouldn't keep tracks on her. He trusted her completely.

He walked farther inside, hearing Sara's voice. He grinned. His playful, gentle voice responded to her more aggravated one. "Now, don't tell me you don't like the rain?" He smiled. As he walked, the vibration gave away that Sara was only on one crutch. "I guess the leg is healing. I'll remember to stay on your good side, and out of arms reach." He grinned. He and Sara had already joked before, and he was, last he remembered, on good terms with her.

It was then the very familiar scent of Ginger wafted toward him. Connor knew that scent. His face turned red, as he didn't know what she was doing here, nor that he would get to spend some time with her, even in a less than pleasant circumstance. He faced her, and walked over. She was the only one he really knew here, and the one he felt the most comfort around.

As he approached, the familiar silhouette graces his sightless vision. "Bix?" He took a seat next to her. He didn't eve know why he was here, let alone expect to see Bix. His smile, the one for her, greeted the witch. He spoke softly to her. "At least I have one friend. But, what are you doing here?"

[Vespyr]

Vespyr walked with her head down, the back of her skull being pelted with fat drops of water that rolled down her neck and made her shiver. She was completely soaked, but didn't mind. Being exposed to the elements for most of her life, she actually quite enjoyed the rain. It was a small comfort in her life of discomfort.

She stopped and looked out at the ocean for a moment, her violet eyes peering haintingly from her sunken pale face. She was a chilling sight to see, standing on the edge of the crashing ocean, her body looming tall and thin. Her boots side by side, legs pressed together, hands buried in the pitch black coat that encircled her very existance, with its collar flanking her cheeks. Her pink hair, now a very dark magenta, was draped over her right eye as she gazed out pensively at the sea. The lean figure lingered for a moment before dashing swiftly like a shadow to the lee of a nearby building. She slipped silently inside the warehouse.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw the man from the cafe and several other people she didn't recognize sitting around a long table. She joined them quietly, taking her seat without a word or gesture to any of the others. Her lavender eyes were fixated on Gabriel. She was nervous, of course. She had no idea what the point of this little meeting was. She had been given little information but a time and a place to meet. It was miraculous that she had showed up at all; if she hadn't sensed that something very fateful would be the outcome of this, she'd still be asleep on her rooftop. It wasn't like her to come out suring the day like this, not even when it was cloudy and raining.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor "Break" D'Armond walked down the slick streets toward the docks. He pulled his now buttoned pea coat closer to him, even though he wasn't the slightest bit cold. The rain pelted down on him, ruining his faux hawk. When his hair lay flat it still looked good, if not a bit more charming in a pretty boy kind of way.

Victor loved the rain, but sadly his doc martins did not. He was very glad he changed into them though, his converse would have just let the damned rain soak right through them. He splashed down the road, walking more in the street than on the sidewalk until eventually he reached the warehouse whose address was on the little slip of paper in his jacket. Victor looked up at the place, it looked abandoned, rickety. the kind of place victor would sneak into with his buddies to get high or to rehearse back when he had his old band, or even to just chillax in after a long day of adventuring. He loved places like this. The sea only added to it, reminding him of SoCal beaches, he missed: Santa Monica, Huntington, Malibu, even as far down as Laguna. The waves always made him feel like he was at home.

He walked in on a pretty mixed crowd, none of whom he'd ever met before, all seated or about a grand long table that graciously filled in the center of the room. The mood seemed a bit dark, but Break's ever friendly and confident smile never waned for a moment. "Hey Gabriel..." he said with a nod to the dark deceptively lanky man at the head of the table, his jacket matched the dark mahogany of the table. Break chuckled a bit to himself at that. He sat casually at the far corner of the table, he figured introductions would come later. He took a cigarrette out and put it behind his ear for later, the only reason he didn't have it there earlier was that the rain would have gotten it. and with that last motion he took his heavy completely soaked wool pea coat off and put it over the back of his chair. he smiled, ready and waiting to see what came next of this little band of misfits.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar was walking to the docks. He remembered the address quite well. He still had the card in his hand. The rain was nice for Sylar. He loved the rain and everything about it. He was coming up to the docks when he noticed the building. He wasn’t sure what he was going to expect. A training room, simulation room, boxes or some other type of thing you would store away. It made perfect sense to store something in a storage container. Oh well, here he went.

Sylar walked in the doors and the first thing he noticed was people. What the hell was going on. A reunion of people who fought. Four of which he knew and the other two he didn’t. Even though some of those people were not all on good relationships with, or at least he didn’t know. He knew Break who he was pals with, Vespyr who had a odd conversation with to say the least, Gabriel who asked him to be here today, and Sara. Oh Sara who he had so much fun with. Even though it was a huge fight between them he liked her. For some reason he was drawn to her. Well obviously or he wouldn’t be here with her. The other two he didn’t know and didn’t seem to care. Sylar started to walk towards Sara in a very powerful walk. Saying “We need another fun fight Break” to Break and “Wats up” to Vespyr. Sylar took the empty seat next to Sara.

“Hey hun. Long time no see. What I miss.” He wanted to start off today on a good note with the girl he likes.

[Vespyr]

Vespyr cringed as more people entered the dimply lit room, seating themselves with a dull chatter. Many of them must have been friends, or at least acquaintances, she observed as their faces lit up when their eyes came across one another. One face, however, was familiar to Vespyr herself and she couldn't help but laugh. It was the lonely shirtless kid from the night before, greeting her with a succinct, "Wat's up."

[/i] as he passed her seat to sit next to another girl at the table. Just for kicks, she replied, "I see you're wearing a shirt today. Suits the whether, eh?" with a wry grin. Of course it may have looked to any stranger like she was simply cracking a joke, but indeed she was speaking out of spite hidden behind a sarcastic sharp-toothed smile. To Vespyr, people were stupid and that was that, no question.

She looked away immediately, regaining her composure and her grave expression. She waited patiently and silently for the meeting to begin.[/blockquote][/size]

[Gabriel Seran]

At the head of the table in the dark room Gabriel lurked in his stoic shadow observing the few that had indeed decided to show up, on time at the very least there were still a few he had in mind for showing up though progress didn't stop to wait on the few unable to keep a pace. He tapped the metal hand against the wood table making an apparent clanking noise against it's surface. His breath was soft and humming against the present clatter of raindrops, the noise about the room shielded most people's ears from the electric current he had running full wattage from the socket behind him. He never played a game without an ace in the hole.

Gabriel stopped tapping soon as Break lit up ma cigarette, now was time to start this thing up, light it like a fire. Extending his hand out Gabriel angled his finger to point like a gun, the electric volt shot through his hand bouncing off against the water droplets on the table loosing enough force to do minimal harm. The spark would crawl up Break's coat and shatter the cigarette in his face with a short plume of smoke and an audible hiss. The whole action would be swift enough to look as though Gabriel had shot a bullet from his finger.

"Now that we're passed that, to business." Gabriel made a charismatic search about the circle paying special note to each of them.

Sara with her injury, now being on one crutch good, she'd be getting better soon enough. Bix, quiet now, Gabriel searched for the pale woman's body guard coming up short. A set back but no real issue. Conner, the blind one, he'd surely been able to find the place, and it seemed as though he was making fast connections one's he'd have to separate and extort soon enough. Break, obviously still there though he was unsure of what his reaction would be to the explosion, Sylar making friendly association with the group. Vespyr, the sick child, he wanted to see her abilities put to good use here.

"Now then, you're all here for a particular purpose." Gabriel began at once a fluid motion, "some for power, some for understanding, but most for equality for peace."

He stood from his seat and circled the seated at his "Council," "I want you all to know that what must be done is something I chose you specifically for, those neglected lack a certain thing about them that each of you have."

Gabriel's gaze turned over to Conner, "Will," Moving again shifting his gance without much change, "There is a certain code you must live by here, understand that once you have gone through it there is no going back..."

"Know that you will be set free from the tyranny of the gangs, you will become powerful, you will stand for freedom amongst the entire student body," Gabriel looked first to Sara, then Sylar, than Bix.

"But all good deeds come with sacrifice, You will be hated for the peace you bring, despised for the actions that must be fulfilled,"

[bix]

Changes
Forthcoming

Others came. Some Bix knew. Others. She did not. Many. Were not. Even from. The original meeting. Except herself. And the Sara girl. Bix had it. In her mind. To tell the girl. That she could. Give information. On jeremiah. Things that. Would allow. The smaller. Yet strong girl. To take the larger man. Out so easily. Her thoughts. Centered on Sara. As she. Stumbled her way. Over to a chair. sinking down. Within it. From the rain. Bix wondered. What the crutch. Had come from. It was. Ultimatly. None of her business. It was when. Connor came in. That her curiosity was. Piqued severely. She had never. Imagined him. The type. That would come here. To something like this. She was not. Even sure. Why she was here. The changing. Of the school. Intrigued her. But overall. She knew not. Of the real plan. For surely. Changing the school was not it. She figured. It was to place. Gabriel in power. Unknown to. His 'subjects'.

But Bix was on to him. He should know. Not to underestimate. Her.

"Sit please, Connor, meeting it is, about to begin."

Bix sat there. Unimpressed. By Gabriel's display. It was not. That it wasn't enat. Merely that. Bix was emotionless. As a whole. And for the most part. She enjoyed being such. Most were at a loss. For what was going on. Inside her head. Even now. As close as she. And connor were growing. Even living. With one another. While she was homeless. She still did not. Show any favor. To him. Merely that. They knew each other. Which was what. He had done. By standing there. Talking to her. In public. She minded this not. However, she knew. Gabriel was not. A stupid man either. And perhaps. Could use Connor. Or their bond. Against them. For now though. It was out there. And she could only. Just sit here. And see what. Would happen next. Hoping. That Connor would not. Be hurt. If so. She would explain later.

Grabriel. Began to speak. Telling them. That they. Had been chosen. Not because. They were in. The last meeting. But because. Of all the ones. In the last meeting. These were the few. That were the best. The ones. That carried a strong will. Inside them. Ones she figured. Could not. Be easily broken. Bix knew. That she could not. No one. Had dirt on her. Not even Connor. Knew her background. No one. Could understand. Where her weaknesses lay. And where. Her vulnerabilities were. She did not. Even let on. If Connor was one. Or not. She kept to herself. For the most part. So that when things. Came up. She need not worry. Her eyes. Were on Gabriel. Her fingers. Drumming silently. On the arm. Of her chair. One leg shifted. To cross the other. As she watched him. While she spoke.

Such a politician.

He mentioned. That each of them. Would indeed. Be making some sort. Of sacrifice. That each of them. These peacebringers. That they apparently. Were to become. They would. apparently. Be hated. Not something. That she minded too much. She was alright. Disliked. For her strange behavior. Her no nonesene truth. And her speech. So to be hated. Was just a step up. And nothing new. In her opinion.

"Problem for myself, this is not. Plan however, like to hear, I would."

[Connor Dwyre]

Bix's reply was cold. Well, colder than usual anyway. It was like she didn't know him, or want to know him right now. Emotionless and blank. The way he met her. But, now they lived together. They were friends. Or at least he thought they were. But, why was she so matter of fact with him? He couldn't read her. There was nothing too read. Just empty. Connor didn't like it.

But, he nodded and took his seat. He could hear everything, including Gabriel's display. He could feel the power. There was something else, too. Something soft enough to elude most of the others, but not Connor. An electrical hum of some sort. Something that sat close to Gabriel. Connor had no idea what it was, nor what it was for. He wouldn't ask, either. He instead listened to their 'leader' speak. Saying how they were chosen.

He felt the boy's eyes on him as the word 'will' came from his lips. Well, that was right. Connor's strength was not in his body, nor in his training. His training was superb, though his body was weak. Something that could be changed with work. It was his inner strength, his will to protect, that made him powerful, and not one to be messed with.

Something confused him with Gabriel's words. Not that the boy was unclear, but something didn't make sense. Bix spoke before he could, and he nodded in agreement. "I'd like to hear the plan too. I don't get how bringing peace would gain us hatred. Well, except by the opposing side. But the way you make it sound is that the whole school will despise us."

[Sara Quinn]

“Hey hun. Long time no see. What I miss.”

Well what a surprise~ Sylar was here. Gabriel must have chosen him. Well she did see potential in him. He reminded her of herself. He was eager to fight, had a crude sense of humor... Nice kid. She approved. And that was the first battle. Their last meeting had gone... well, and that was good. So she replied with leaning towards him, a smile on her face and a friendly hand running along his leg. "Nothing important yet." She laughed, enjoying her little flirtatious attitude. She was in a good mood surprisingly. Like they were finally moving towards their goal. It was good.

Sara leaned back in her chair and looked at each of the people around the table as Gabriel began to speak. It seemed he had learned a new little trick. She was interested to see what that was. She didn't like this. Not at all. All these people... Connor she herself had chosen. But the others? Gabriel must have chosen them himself. There was a problem though. And she wondered if Gabriel could see it. They were all weak. Sara could hold her own against Gabriel... He was stronger but she could still fight him, and she was stronger then these people. No one here stood a chance against the people they needed to fight. Where the hell were the stronger people? All the people who had been at the meetings before this... Where were they? It worried her slightly, but it was fine. If these weaklings were hurt... Then so be it. They chose to be here.

On top of that, she had no idea what he was talking about. She wanted to be included more in his plans. It was that simple. She would deal with him after this. She would MAKE him tell her more. She was done sitting around like a mindless pawn. He either told her the plan...... The real plan. Or... There was no or, she wasn't leaving without more information. He needed to trust her with more, or she was... She really didn't know. There was no other option then to convince him, either verbally, or physically if need be, to be more included in his plans.

[Vespyr]

Vespyr's eyes narrowed at the words 'equality' and 'peace'. She hated those words. Mostly she hated them because she knew they were not real. The idea of peace was surreal, for human nature did not allow it. Vespyr just didn't understand how people could strive so passionately for this thing that didn't even exist. Her views were the same regarding religion, and many other things.

Council? What this hell is this... I didn't agree to any code...

Vespyr's heart began to beat faster and she began to feel uneasy. Not only were all the others strangers to her, but they were older than her, and many of them looked quite a lot stronger than her. Also, Gabriel's words sent chills down her spine; she hadn't the vaguest idea what he was suggesting when he adressed this 'council' as a whole. Vespyr felt out of place and lost, trapped amongst these strangers and their plans. Yet still, she remained seated and as still as a stone. Her blood felt as cold as one, too. Something in Gabriel's speech caught her ear and she listened attentively-- he had said something about being hated and despised. And what was that other word- power? Student body?

Is he talking about the school? Doesn't he know, I don't even go to school? This must be a mistake.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

(OOC: wasn't actually smoking it yet, but no worries I'll play along lol)

His cigarrette blew up. Those are expensive. he watched the little bits that made up the cigarette rain around him slowly, it was annoying more than impressive. "you could have just asked for me to put it out, you know?" he said with a laugh, his smile was big as always. He showed no fear, he looked around, no one here but gabrielle was really even worth the time or effort. Its like gabrielle had gone around and picked up the weakest and newest people at the school... almost like a stronger student or a pillar had dared him to do it, or like it was some kind of test that pledges went through to get into a frat... but this wasn't college so break ruled that out. Either way, this meeting grew more and more pointless and wasn't getting any help when he said people where gonna hate us. Victor enjoyed being liked, thats the kind of person he was, he liked people, people liked him. There was no point in having it any other way. Pointless life, you may as well enjoy it, and victor was not enjoying it at the moment. this had better get good soon or victor would mysteriously duck out from this whole little scout club.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Nothing important yet, Hmmm… Sylar wonder. He now know a little in why Gabriel wanted us here for. There was going to be a code they lived by and they would be hated for it. Was power really going to be worth it? Was it really going to resort to hatred to resolve the conflicts that had been issued throughout school? If that was what it was going to take then fine, he would do it. Only for the better of the school, but what was the whole real plan.

Sylar liked the way Sara was today. The hand that she placed on his leg was nice. Sylar grabbed it and intertwined their fingers together.

“So I see that you must be in a good mood today?”