If only it were that easy (Break)

[Gabriel Seran]

Cafe, the dark corner of the place faintly stained with he scent of blood, other than that the place had been renovated in the last twenty four hours and been reworked to look as it had a few days before the "accident." It was his secret pleasure to sit and observe from the dark corner of the room.

It was still fairly early just before dawn and the morning mist still clouded out what little light simmered its way through. An early morning chill leveling its way in through the doors slightly. Gabriel had his entourage act as replacements for a time. e didn't care much for the accident it was in the past and he had no real affection for the late people though he'd certainly relished their pain for a short while.

As he sat sipping down the last of his coffee, he peered over the rim of his glass to notice the first of his customers enter the doorway and start ordering from his accounted workers. All the while he sat in the corner taking luxurious sips of his drink noting the copper stench that none of them noticed.

A large slam came from the front door as one of Gabriel's men, an insubordinate cur named Jose made his way to the counter with a sawed off shotgun. So unprofessional. An angered face lit his features red with rage. He spoke bits of spanish before he turned to Gabriel's spot. Seeing the man brought even more rage as he pointed violently in his direction signaling to the workers to abandon him and help kill Gabriel, for indeed he was a monster. All the while he sat there sipping away patient for the opportune moment enjoying this bit of fear.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor "Break" D'armond was strolling down a local street in the misty morning fog, trying to familiarize himself more and more with san francisco. he was also doing his other favorite thing, finding obscure places to hang out, maybe play a few gigs at, and buy clothing that no one else could possibly have. he loved specialty shops. As he was walking a quaint building, simply saying "Cafe" on the side caught his attention. this place seemed perfect, he bet they would love an acoustic singer/songwriter type to play there on the weekends.

without a second thought, and trying to avoid the cold that his pea coat barely protected him from he walked four steps inside then saw the scene in front of him. Mexican, with a gun, more mexicans, looking angry. That asshole kid he fought in the corner sipping coffee arrogantly ignoring the death glares the men where giving him. In an instant Break's mind assesed the situation and decided on a plan of action. The kid may have been an asshole, and he may have fought dirty, but he had a lot of dignity, and he knew how to show respect. he had taken break to the hospital after the fight, and this deserved some respect, and a favor. plus even if he was just a complete asshole with no redeeming qualities Break knew he should help the guy, regardless of the circumstance because it was the right thing to do. Break had very little idea of the true limits of gabriel seran's strength, he had only seen a bit of it but chances are he could handle the stupid looking man at the counter with the shotgun. Still... he had a shotgun, better safe than sorry.

Break knew he was physically intimadating, but not against a man with a gun, this was gonna need a different approach than break's regular style. He heard the word "morte" thrown around a few times, clearly they where intending on killing gabe (based of course on being a SoCal native and having heard enough spanish to speak its basics.)

Victor couldn't do a lot, but there was the renovation on his side, lots of bits of chaos, a strange odor, no one would mind a bit more damage. Break picked up a chair, a wooden one, sturdy but it was nothing under break's strength. He threw it, against all odds and nature he just chucked the damn thing and ran after it. Jose turned just in time to duck underneath the chair as it smashed against the counter behind it, fracturing it into shards and pieces. By the time he looked in the direction the chair came from there was a sound uppercut connecting to his chin, something cracked, probably a few teeth being knocked out. Break didn't stop though, this was the most crucial moment.

In an instant victor followed up his uppercut with a strong left hook, then grabbed the guys head, slamming it into the counter several times till his face was just a bloody mess. he was still stubbornly holding the shot gun, only one way to handle that. The gaucho tried throwing a punch, it wasn't worth very much and it was clear that the man was already delirious from shock and was no match for break who had the surprise attack. Break glided around the punch, tackling the guy to the ground, jumping up and landing on the mans hands. He kept stepping on and kicking the man's hand but he wouldn't let go. Break grabbed a piece of the splintered chair, jamming it into the guys wrist. suddenly he let go of the gun. convinient. Break grabbed it by the sawed off barrel.

something in the air changed, the copper smell became apperant, a certain weight fell over the room as break picked the guy up. he could barely stand, and his hand was clearly broken beyond recognition from the brutal stomping it had just recieved, but something in break didn't want to stop, something about the kid judging him from the corner made him want to go on. He smashed jose over the head with the back of the shotgun, it crakced his skull open which blood began to soak out from. Break decided it was time to finish this, he grabbed the back of the man's collar, running him toward the far wall where break entered, slamming his head right into the wall. the dark mood faded, the light came back into victor's friendly deep blue eyes. "thats that then... don't threaten people asshole" he said to the very unconcious man whose head was buried in the wall.

he turned and looked at gabriel, his easy smile remained on his face. "I don't know what it is about you, but you seem to bring out a really nasty side of me..." Break said, walking toward gabe who had observed all this. "guess I won't be getting a gig here after all" he said with a laugh, watching the workers scurry back like cockroaches or ants... whose leader just died in battle and so they retreat to their hive. he had never thought of people like animals. truly there was somehting sinister about gabe, but something about it had a drawing in quality. Conflicted break both hated and respected this. there was no hurt in talking to the guy at least... see maybe why there was someone who wanted to kill him?

"so what was that all about?" he asked innocently enough

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel sat confidently staring down the man with the shotgun, indeed they were like cockroaches yet Gabriel had the raid, he had the food and he had the roaches nest firmly under his boot. He didn't fear it, Death, it was simply a natural thing but he wasn't ready for it yet. He left a hand on the table tense and charging when the moment came he'd fry the insubordinate associate, one which he'd kept along for far too long. Nearly there, the man looked to have a finger on the trigger, ready steady. No, he was interrupted by an aquaintence who mysteriously arived in a powerful flurry of strikes and brawls.

Gabriel's former troops were leveled in but a moment, the mystery hero was applauded by several customers whom were severely frightened. Gabriel was a bit impressed however he remained able to conceal his joy as he let the charge wither away. His eyes didn't contact Break though he realized whom the man was based on his voice.

"guess I won't be getting a gig here after all"

Gabriel smirked from behind the cup not paying all too much attention, "I wouldn't be too sure about that." His emerald gaze finally locking on the man as he set the cup aside.

"so what was that all about?"

Gabriel smiled, "Just a bit of unsatisfied workers, apparently the had the impression I was about to harm them so rather than talk with me on the issue they chose to rush me with a shotgun." the words came out so sure of it that he didn't need any other presence.

What he said was partially true, they had been there afraid, the ones intruding where those whom had seen the image of the night before, of Gabriel and Vespyr annihilating the previous owners, the one Jose had lost his cousin and sister to Gabriel's hands. He hadn't witnessed their murders simply their corpses. The man rushing in had called him a monster had said to kill it before it killed us.

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Break listened to Gabriel explain the situation, Unsatisfied workers? sounded interesting to a degree. Break looked around, a few other customers and the mood was returning to normal, interesting how people could completely ignore a possibly dead man simply hanging out of a wall. gotta love what the world has come to.

"Workers huh?" Break asked. motioning a man over he quickly ordered a green tea with honey, then went back to look at Gabe. "what kind of work are we talking here? not everybody in the work force owns a sawed off shotgun if you catch my interest" he said, leaning in a bit closer. "I don't know why I find you so interesting, I've never really found anyone else to be of interest in my life... but damned if there isn't something about you. what exactly is it that you do?" Victor asked.

[Gabriel Seran]

"what kind of work are we talking here? not everybody in the work force owns a sawed off shotgun if you catch my interest" he said, leaning in a bit closer. "I don't know why I find you so interesting, I've never really found anyone else to be of interest in my life... but damned if there isn't something about you. what exactly is it that you do?"

Gabriel laughed lightly, "No you're right," He kept on a small smile fading slowly, the kid was quick usually people kept quiet whenever he brought up the possibility of gang involvement of course most people either didn't understand Gabriel or feared him. One way or the other.

He shifted his seat back taking a good look at the boy, certainly a strong figure, very keen with this little verbal notices. and Confident to boot, certainly a well thought out warrior, whoever his creator was must have had some divine intention for him a goal of great purpose. Squandered and laid beneath his feet Gabriel would be damned to waste such a useful cog in the machine.

"You want to know do you?" Gabriel started off as most story tellers would, "Well it takes the sort of man with limited morals and a different kind of strength about them..." He flashed a quick grin almost unnoticeable.

"I'm sure you've already suspected gang activity, but what you may not understand is I'm not interested in little land bouts," a pause, "I',m in it for the kingdom."

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

"I'm sure you've already suspected gang activity, but what you may not understand is I'm not interested in little land bouts," a pause, "I',m in it for the kingdom."

Break wasn't gonna lie to himself, gangs was his first thought, he had them back home, and of course they would be here, he had almost vocalized it before gabriel mentioned it, but he was spot on the money apperantly.

Still, something about being in a gang bemused Break. It would mean fights... and respect... both things that Break liked. It could also mean death, but what was life without some chance of it ending, and thus having some excitement. the waiter came back and put his tea down in front of him, laying the golden sticks of honey next to it. He snapped one open and poured it into his drink. He sipped from it, enjoy the sweetness, and the calming feel it had on his throat as he considered everything gabriel just said.

"so... I assume theres only a few reasons you would even tell me about something like this... my muscles are misleading but I think I'm pretty quick..." Victor mentioned, looking at his tea, then locking eyes with Gabe. "you're lucky... I'm not a leader... or at least, I don't like to be... but I do like to do things, I like to be involved... you already know I like to fight... weaponize me and I won't mind as long as I still get respect. in other words, I'm no ones bitch, but I'll be damn willing to cooperate when asked nicely" Break mentioned then took another sip of his tea. "of course... tell me if I'm totally wrong here... but I assume you're either going to trounce me now, or offer that I join you cause otherwise there would be no point in telling me any sort of plan..." he looked around before saying

"so... speaking of it... what are you talking about when you say... kingdoms? I am a curious one"

[Gabriel Seran]

The guy had his humor Gabriel laughed but it was a more petty laugh, though he may not realize it now or perhaps ever but eventually everyone would be his "bitch" at one point or another, he didn't exactly want friends and loyal gang buddies it wasn't some group club like the YMCA or boy scouts it had a benevolent purpose to empower the democracy and destroy all things that threatened it's worth.

"All right then play it your way." Gabriel said taking a sip from his coffee, "You must understand that these are harsh times and people are driven to anything. Well at our school their is a dictoral system known as the pillars, the current hierarchy is dominating it. And I seek to remove them and put in more likable 'figureheads'"

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

"All right then play it your way." Gabriel said taking a sip from his coffee, "You must understand that these are harsh times and people are driven to anything. Well at our school their is a dictoral system known as the pillars, the current hierarchy is dominating it. And I seek to remove them and put in more likable 'figureheads'"

Break nodded, closing his eyes. He blew on his tea for something to do while he thought. "I see, you want the school... I'm from a private school, but we have heard of many stories of the public high schools and their pillar systems. hell, we have something simalar where i'm from but that isn't important..." break trailed off.

"so whats wrong with the current pillars, why should they be removed, I haven't been here long, but I know there isn't too much trouble from the guys up top... not that I've seen anyway..." he mentioned.

[Gabriel Seran]

"Does one need a reason?" Gabriel raised a brow still sipping the heated liquid.

"understandably one needs a reason but mine is far different from what you'd suspect, lets just say i have a thing for power and I am willing to share this power with those at my side. Those against shall receive the blunt of the sword. Do you have any problems with that, because surely you know what I'm capable of," He grinned sinisterly.

"Or at least you'd like to know wouldn't you?"

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

"understandably one needs a reason but mine is far different from what you'd suspect, lets just say i have a thing for power and I am willing to share this power with those at my side. Those against shall receive the blunt of the sword. Do you have any problems with that, because surely you know what I'm capable of," and evil grin that would make a james bond villain jealous touched across gabriel's face. Break wasn't totally sure he wanted in on something like that... still if it was how it sounded, and it probably was, it was kill or be killed... where better to be than near the winning side, I mean, break had fought this guy, he was a monster. Strong and a dirty fighter, willing to do whatever it took for his own needs. His own needs... Break knew he'd have to be careful... but with someone like this, you always had to be careful.

"of at least you'd like to know wouldn't you?" He added.

Break smiled back, but not sinister, just his friendly usual smile, it was hard for him to take anything to seriously... or at least he would never show how seriously he was taking something. "I've got a pretty good idea..." Victor said, his eyes flashing his obvious understanding. "so lets say this all goes well... what stops me from ending up like that guy?" Break asked, jacking his thumb over his shoulder at the man now lodged in the wall

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel laughed, "Well lets just say it'd be best if you followed orders...to the letter."

Gabriel stood finally finished with his drink he set it aside in a smooth motion. His left hand tugged at the rim of his right glove.

"Of course unless you feel as though you're the hero type?" The sinister grin returned once again, "The one who falls in battle for a right and just cause serving everyone but himself." Gabriel lifted an arm to his forehead acting out the damsel in distress look.

He laughed about it walking to the counter to be rid of his cup.

"If you've decided to join in on the fun report here." Gabriel finished passing Break the small card before he walked out into the street and turned a corner disappearing from sight.

-end for Gabriel-

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Break looked at the card. The cool wind from the open door brushed through his soft hair, followed by his fingers as he exhaled. He took another sip of tea, looking at the address on the card. "what have you gotten yourself into..." Break said to himself. He knew the place... barely, it was a short walk...

Break stuffed the letter into his pea coat, left some change on the table for his tea that was now empty and walked toward the door. he looked back once more, the blood on the counter, the shotgun in the corner of the room, the man's head still shoved through a wall. and all because of one guy and his lust for power. Power was so overrated. Break shrugged his shoulders walking out of the cafe and towards his home. He wanted to be ready for this little meeting.

-End-