Burning brands and battering rams. (Open)

[Dirk]

It was a fit of annoyance that had caused the change of scenery. He was living in the same place, with the same man, similar food, routine, routine, routine. Things were too constant and things that might have caused Dirk agony were becoming a numb mundane. His inspiration for branding was growing dry, the memory of the burning house and flame engulfed timber now only a dull thought that caused him to loose focus.

It was time for change as Dirk dialed the number, fake tears in his eyes and halting choked breaths as he relayed his message to the person on the other line. Dirk couldn't stand to live in that spot any longer, though not for the reasons he told the person on the other end and would have it ended.

It was only two days for the Social Services offices to get the warrant and the small task force together to retrieve the boy. Ten pound battering ram smashing the door open, men rushing in and subduing his father while taking the boy out of his room. Little more than a branding studio with a bed.

Dirk wouldn't be required to stand trial and after a small time in protective custody he was released into the project apartment that would be his home.

Dirk only grinned at the sequence of events that led him to Public High School #42. The so called Moral Crest school, the name made him laugh a harsh halting laughter. There was little Moral about the schools reputation and less so of Dirk's path to getting there.

It was only afew hours later that Dirk was conversing cheerfully with a group of Punkers, agreeing mindlessly with their views of the new leftist president. It was only after a few minutes of gaining their trust did he drop the bomb that he was happy he had met the like minded individuals. Having just spoken to another group just across the hall that hated the new president and wished him dead.

It was only half a lie, Dirk certainly did talk to them.

The Punkers didn't need much prodding into attacking the other group and Dirk would laugh heartily as he listened while walking away. His new peers were easier to goad into Pain and Conflict than his old ones.

He was rather looking for some physical pain himself now, and could only hope that someone would catch his eye that he could inflict and receive such a blessing unto.

It didn't seem he'd have to wait long in this place.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel Seran paced the long hallways in better shape than he had been in some time, he’d taken upon himself the orders Unfettered had set upon him. To train, like there was no tomorrow, because certainly there wasn’t unless there were enough soldiers to fight for the cause. He’d been about causing chaos for the past month or so, amongst the gangs primarily picking more fights than a kid upset about the last election.

He wore a bomber jacket today, to match with his confident attitude, for the moment it was necessary to stand out and even appear fairly bad-ass, If those who were to follow wanted the same. In fact Gabriel was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He carried a slanted grin and an air of pride that exemplified his stature. He came upon a few groups all disputing about ridiculous issue’s though they mirrored the events happening in the school they were too preoccupied to take mind to the “bigger picture” than take hold of what was so very near to them.

*Ring*

The bell summoned the students to their classes, though Gabriel remained, a silent watcher he didn’t fear the Pillars that could swarm the hallway to usher him into class. In fact school held little concern right now all he wanted was for the ball to get rolling. He was itching for some trouble.

[Dirk]

Dirk's eyes were scanning about as he half walked half pushed through the thick crowd. He fell upon tough guys and lovers, those that favored brawn and those that favored brilliance. The red light hit his eyes when they fell upon an almost overly self assured in a bomber jacket.

The crooked grin would come upon the face of the burned boy as he habitually began tightening the buckles that were upon his arms and pushing his hands through the small bit of hair he had exposing the self inflicted brands that ran up the sides of his head.

His pupils would dilate slightly and his heart would begin pumping as he came closer to the target that was tinted red in the Burning Mind. Time would slow and as Dirk began to pass his peer, his right forearm would lash out quickly, directed to smash the bony part of his outer arm into the bridge of his opponents nose.

If things went poorly, his target would receive the blow harshly with his nose likely broken and bleeding and his mind fading out of consciousness.

If things went well, Dirk would cause abit of pain and startlement to his opponent but would soon be receiving abit of pain himself and the fight would be on.

Dirk could only hope the latter would happen.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel had walked the corridors many times, he’d seen danger he’d seen some of the strangest things. A scarred man was no different. Though his initial reaction didn’t change when he was assaulted he reacted on pure instinct, as fast as he could move. He shifted his face receiving a full on punch rather than a crippled nose. That much he was thankful for. It left a burning sensation in his cheek that rippled about his face before he was able to reciprocate.

“That wasn’t to wise on your end…” He said giving the kid a stare before making swift intention to act upon those fiery thoughts driven by madness and focus.

Gabriel dropped swiftly to a crouched position and swooped his arm around the guy’s legs in a single fluid motion acting to knock him off his feet. If successful he’d sock the guy in the face when he was down. If not he’d still aim to punch the guy in the gut.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Matrim was standing and watching a fight break out. He had not been so blind as to not see something like this coming, tension caused by students, not to mention whenever he saw that terrorist in the making he made it a point to see what he was up to. And for some reason he could almost see a fight coming, he expected it, sure he was biased against this kid, but why shouldn't he be?

"Stop this fighting immediately, all of you. If you do not I will be forced to take action and see that you are punished for your unwillingness to cooperate. So stop fighting and get to class now," Matrim said, remaining where he was. Maybe they'd think he was afraid, or maybe they would think he was blowing smoke. The truth of it was he was going to go all out if he had to fight several people. He had his ways to do so after all. That was just how it was, "I don't want to have to fight you. So just do as I ask and we can avoid the fighting."

(OOC: Posts remaining in the same spot: 1/1)

[Aureus]

OOC: Dammit, I was just about to lay the smack down on Gabe, Matrim. Oh well *edits* XD

Keeping to yourself led to a pretty boring life, especially for a person that at one time had been extremely wrapped up in the going ons of his school. There was a balance to be struck between struggle and peace. After his rehab and everything that had happened with Chi, the ex-Pillar thought he never wanted to experience such drama and tragedy again but his decision to remove himself from everything left him feeling empty. He had broken the balance.

Busting through the door to PHS 42, Aureus grouchily pushed students out of his way. He was feeling restless, like he just wanted to shout and flail about until he passed out. The last good fight he had experienced was with Cody, back at 259 and that had been three months ago. Maybe that's what he needed, catharsis through violence. It had been his drug, so to speak and going cold turkey was killing him. For fuck's sake he hadn't even lost his Pillarhood in a fight, it was just sorta through inactivity. It was embarrassing. Ontop of that, no one knew him at this new school. The dull-eyed boy was desperate for some excitement.

Twitching, the Senior stalked through the halls looking for something to set him off. It couldn't be just anyone though, it had to be someone he knew could put up a fight. It had to have that...competitive feel. Nervously he fiddled with the ring hanging down underneath his dark red T-shirt. His other, gloved hand was balled into a fist. It was about that time that he came upon two students fighting. Closer to him was someone yelling at them to stop, probably a Pillar, and a new one at that. Experience taught you to act first, and give speeches later. He hadn't expected this, but it may work out in his favor. Besting a pillar would be a challenge and it'd get his name out there again.

Slowing his pace, Aureus did his best to silently approach the Pillar. When he got about six feet from him he would wordlessly and swiftly charge, aiming a flaming punch to his ribs.

[Dirk]

Dirk's grin was firmly plastered on his face as his opponent smartly turned his face to take the blow on the cheek instead of the nose. The burned boy was near gleeful at the thought of the pain that was caused, as such a blow must've stung a bit.

The revelry in the small victory was short lived as the bomber jacket clad male gracefully moved low with an arm sweep, Dirk was in the better position to receive it and managed not to get both his legs hooked, but that didn't stop his left from being pulled up into the air and sending the buckle clad boy into the wall after a half spin. His arms raising in preparation to defend himself.

It was then the Pillar would announce his presence and give his words about not fighting and consequences. Dirk wasn't truthfully paying all that much attention and was hardly phased by the man that was standing there, but his eyes did catch the man moving quickly in quietly in behind the Pillar, and his pupils danced with the red flamed punch that was being sent to the Pillar's side.

The chaotic thought spun into Dirk's mind just then, and he pushed off the wall and towards the man that had thrown the flaming punch. If the pillar was in the way, so be it, Dirk only intended to plow into the flame wielder anyways. He wanted to throw his weight into the man and send him back on his ass.

After all, what better way to thoroughly confuse and conflict the Pillar than purposely breaking the rules, then apparently saving him from further harm?

That is assuming the Mr. Bomber jacket allowed Dirk that much movement.

[Gabriel Seran]

As the guy went down Gabriel smiled with victory as he’d planted a fist in the man’s chest only to be interrupted by the sound of a pillar’s voice. One he’d recognized quite well. The Varsity Captain. Gabriel was hoping to bump into him again all though he was rather not in the mood to deal with him just yet, and on top of that he’d yet to have gone through enough training to take him on his own, that fight with Blaze was beneficial but still he wasn’t good enough just yet.

“Thought all you Pillar’s traveled in packs?” Gabriel jested mockingly

His eyes glinted as he saw the boy he’d just beaten down move about him and charge for the man sneaking behind the pillar. How odd these brawls started but his main objective was the pillar no boy was going to get in his way. Gabriel grasped for the guy’s ankle as he ran and pulled at it hindering his motion from charging on. Perhaps it would buy the assailant some time to strike.

[Matrim Gallagher]

What's he looking at? Matrim saw the boys eyes move elsewhere, but there was something behind him. And as Matrim quickly turned around, he saw a flaming fist coming towards him. Matrim's right hand would quickly attempt to grab it, both of Matrim's hands had ignited since he was charging his Qi. It was the only reason he wasn't fighting already. After all, to take on two students would mean he'd be better off using his Qi. It was a good way to make them realize how foolish they were to fight him. Still, this boy had caught him off guard.

Matrim's left hand would ball into a fist and attempt to punch the boys right cheek. If his right hand didn't grab the fist in time, it'd most likely hit him in the ribs. Only probably the opposite side that the boy originally had in store since Matrim was now turned around facing him.

"And here I thought I was special..." Matrim said. Somewhat shocked that somebody else had a flaming fist. Of course, Matrim's hands were constantly on fire when he used his Qi, and made for a beautiful weapon when he grabbed a body part and held on. Though he doubted much would happen by grabbing the boys flaming fist.

(OOC: Qi Info
Constitution: 40 [-2 every other post]
Charisma: 35 [-5 Cha for ignition]
Posts of continuous use: 1)

[Aureus]

Things never could go to plan, could they? But that's part of what made them fun. The two dolts fighting had tipped off the Pillar as to his impending attack, although it was mainly the one with the shaved head. Aureus took note of him and made him second on the list. Unfortunately the Senior's opponent had been able to spin around and counter with a flaming punch of his own. The blunt force combined with the heat was an interesting sensation; Aureus had always wondered what it felt like. Ignoring the Pillar's comment, the schizo let out a grunt and grabbed the boy's right forearm with his left hand before tugging him forward and into his left knee. Hopefully that would wind him, giving Aureus an opportunity to then pivot and slam him into the wall of lockers.

[Dirk]

Dirk would yell out as he lost his footing and slammed to the ground with outstretched arms. The arms would bend at the elbows to absorb most of the shock, then push upwards again after Dirk kicked backwards at the bomber jacket to get his foot released.

If the foot was released, it'd be the launching point for which Dirk would plow into the pair of flamers, likely tackling both to the ground, with special attention payed to the guy that attacked the Pillar. The Burned Boy hoped to get his hand on his head and forcibly introduce his skull to the hard ground.

If the foot wasn't released, Dirk would go much the opposite direction. Pushing backwards and hopefully slamming the heel of the captured foot right into the chest of the one detaining it, then proceeding with the above mentioned plan of rattling one man's brain matter.

All in all, Dirk was thoroughly overjoyed by this turn of events. Pain and Conflict were everywhere and he only hoped he could further add to the confusion, and better yet, take afew down.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel laughed with a booming tone, yes it was going haywire, chaos as he’d been planning all along was bursting loose, no mind paid to the pillars. This one in particular gave him a negative vibe; if he could take this one down he’d be thoroughly pleased with himself. Quickly in his head Gabriel assessed the damage it was a free for all brawl chances are that the big guy had the lowest denominator once Gabriel would join in though the one who had started this seemed more inclined to fight with the pillar. Gabriel thought this over in seconds. Take him out of the equation.

He laughed bitterly now letting the man loose on the pair, tire him out then wipe him down, first priority was the pillar. Gabriel charged toward the chaos and would grab for the back of the pillars head grasping a good chunk of hair in his palm and slam his face into the nearest wall (or if tackled, the ground).

He was bitter over the last battle, though Gabriel had planned it out that way he didn’t enjoy having to play dirty against the cripple last time, now they were on even playing fields. Well not exactly.

[Matrim Gallagher]

(OOC: I'll try my best for this post, let's see if I can get this all right...)

As the man with the flaming hands, that is to say the other man with the flaming hands, grabbed Matrim's right arm and pulled him into a knee. Matrim was winded by the attack, the guy was rather strong. Of course, he didn't stop there, he pivoted and attempted to slam Matrim into the lockers. Matrim saw this coming in time, and shot his right foot out to slam into the lockers in order to stop the attacks momentum. Of course, in come tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum, first tweedle dee, Matrim pulled hard on his forearm and attempted to wrench it free while simultaneously putting Aureus into the direct path of Dirk.

Of course, in come tweedle dum who was faster then Matrim, and pretty strong to boot Matrim would find out if he grabbed Matrim by the hair. He reached to grab Matrim's hair, Matrim saw this coming but instead of stopping it he decided to shoot his left hand out to grab the boy's face, aiming to dig each finger around the edges of the boys face. If he accomplished this the boy would find himself short of breath with the flames sucking the oxygen, not to mention the strength of Matrim's hand attempting to crush the boys face, and the burning flames on top of that. Matrim would attempt to do this, and if accomplished he would not let go.

If the boy still managed to get a chunk of Matrim's hair, Matrim would continue to push on that foot of his that was pressed against the locker to keep any part of his body from slamming into it. If his right hand was freed from Aureus grasp (hopefully with Dirks tackle and Matrim's tugging he managed to wrench it free), and if the boy hand indeed grabbed his hair still (feel free to rp whether he does or not obviously), Matrim would reach his hand over his left arm to grab the boys forearm and attempt to put pressure on it as well as burn it, much the same way Aureus had burnt Matrim's own right forearm.

Isn't fire fun?

(OOC: Qi Info
Constitution: 38 [-2 every other post]
Charisma: 35 [-5 Cha for ignition]
Posts of continuous use: 2)

[Aureus]

One out of two attacks wasn't bad and Aureus would have liked to continue things with the Pillar, but unfortunately the boy with the shaved head was charging towards them. Allowing the Varsity Captain to shake him off, the Senior pivoted 45 degrees to his left, planted his left foot firmly into the linoleum and let loose a strong right kick to the newcomer's left knee. A quick estimate told Aureus his new opponent was about half as fast as him, though everything else was still a mystery.

If his first attack landed, it would probably bring the boy to a stand still, and the ex-Pillar would continue by taking a page from Matrim's book. Aureus would take a small right step forward and turn his body slightly to the left. This would protect him from any dirty blows to the balls. From there he'd grab the Sophomore's face with his flaming left hand and slam his right elbow into the soft spot at the top of his head.

The whole point was to overwhelm the student, not give him any chance to breath. In addition, hindering his ability to move, see, and think would give the schizo a considerable advantage. So far everything had been going well. The dull-eyed boy seemed to have some life in him again. The only problem was he hadn't been injured enough yet, but there was definitely time for that, as he had three opponents.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel was seized by the face by a fiery palm. The shock of it made him inhale quickly half consuming air while the other a chalky form of ashy flames. He would have choked it out but he found himself without escape from Matrim’s palm as the force of his strike began to dig into his face crushing it slowly. Gabriel’s thick skull would provide momentary defenses, though nobody could last forever he had a good moment before blacking out and losing his air perhaps an inch way from death himself.

Though his primary objective was in his palm a good grasp of hair in his palm. Now to finish the job. His objective was being set off, blocked if you will, there was no force that could allow for him to pressure Matrim into the wall despite the close proximity the man had good foresight though not good enough. His hands were strained by having taken on two foes and what could he do if Gabriel were to strike.

From behind the palm Gabriel stroked down with his other free hand using the first to hold Matrim’s head in place as he proceeded to send a volley of fists aimed straight for that face of his. The air was being choked off so the hits however powerful they were couldn’t attain full velocity. In a second or so Gabriel would have to back off and regroup assuming Matrim would let go of his face.