Feel My Wrath ( OPEN )

[Travis]

(OOC: Reaction to: [Home Invasion])

There was only one thing on Travis' mind right now, and it was destruction. He was pissed, no he was far angrier then that. He had gotten home and the apartment was trashed, and on top of that, Sara was gone. Sara was missing, and he didn't know what to do about it. He could have called the cops, but he doubted that they would do anything about it. After all, there really wasn't any clues as to who had done it, or what had happened. He feared the worst. Travis believed it might have been the Japanese gang he had pissed off, that maybe they really had come to America with him in their sights. Travis thought maybe they took her to get back at him. But it didn't make sense, they didn't leave any kind of note.

His hands slammed against the lunch room doors, and nearly knocked them off the hinges as he did it. Anyone that set eyes upon Travis' face could tell he was angry, and those icy blues showed murderous intent. He couldn't think straight, he was worried. And he was in pain, emotionally. Travis had never expected anything like this. He loved Sara, and wanted her back. But he didn't know how to attain info on her. And in his anger, he had lost control and started destroying anything he could. This Senior had already left a trail of unconscious and bloodied students on the path toward the lunchroom, and now things would only end up getting even more hectic.

There had been someone approaching the doors Travis had just burst through. He had probably been on his way out of the lunch room, for whatever reason. But now the only place he was going to be heading was the hospital. Travis' right hand planted firmly upon the boy's face, and knocked him clear off his feet, blood and teeth scattered upon impact, and the male landed a good distance away, taking out a group of students sitting and enjoying their meals. He was on a bloodthirsty rampage, and if he was going to feel pain, everyone else would suffer at his hands too.

His boot would lift, and it would slam against the closest table near him, lifting the whole damn table up, nearly verticle before his fist slammed against the bottem and shattered bits of wood shrapnel flew from it. The large bits of table that remained intact had been knocked into the crowds around, and Travis heard people scream out in pain, others swearing toward the male whom was wrecking havoc. He continued to wade into the fleeing crowds, fists flying left and right. He had no intentions of focusing on any one person at this time. No, everyone would get a dose of the strength Travis could wield.

Slowly but surely Travis was making his way toward the center of the lunch room, breaking everything in his path, whether it was a human being, or an inanimant object. He didn't care if he was going to get in trouble for this, he didn't care whether or not people died right now. Travis was surely being unreasonable at this moment, but he couldn't see it that way. Hell, as far as he knew it wasn't even anyone in this school that had done it. But there was no telling Travis that at this moment, and as he swung those fists he'd deal bonecrushing strikes with every landing, his right boot would be the final attack sent, and it just happened to land upon some unfortunate female's head, knocked her off to the side, sending her flailing into the other crowds of people, only to knock them down like bowling pins.

Soon enough Travis reached the middle of the large lunch room, and glared around at all the damage he had caused. There were plenty of people laying about, and there was tones of blood, whether it was spilled from his fists and feet, or the many other things in which he had thrown about, he wasn't sure. All he knew, was that it wasn't going to end here. He threw his arms out wide, and released a maddened roar. Any who heard could easily tell he was hurt, that something wasn't quite right.

"WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!"

[ChocoRem]

With hands dug deep into his trouser pockets, as per usual, Rem observed this young man going on a rampage. Knowing which battles he could win and those he couldn't, the youth made sure to keep a certain distance from the crazed lunatic trashing the lunch room. He knew this boy though. Travis Delmonte. Why would he know such a person? Simple. Travis was Sara's boyfriend. Sara, his fight crazed lunatic of a friend. Come to think of it... he hadn't been randomly ambushed in the hallways for quite some time. What had happened to her?

"WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!"

Rem arched an eyebrow. By context, he could tell he meant Sara. Still a bit weary about the boy's mental state, yet appearing unfazed by the guy's blatant display of rage, Rem sauntered up to Travis with all the care of an adult dealing with a precocious 5-year old.

"Take it easy, man. Tell me. What happened to Sara?"

[Travis]

(OOC: I need to know whether or not you've got anything blatenly showing that you're part of Militia. )

Take it easy, man. Tell me. What happened to Sara?

Travis' head snapped in the direction he had heard the voice. He didn't know the one who spoke, but that person was must have been very brave because he was slowly coming closer to Travis. He was either very brave, or extremely stupid. Whatever it was, Travis really just wanted to crush his face. He couldn't think clearly, he didn't know what to say, or how to act right now.

He felt hurt, angry at the world. Maybe he had gone off the deep end, and would never return to normal. It didn't matter, all that matter was that he somehow found a way to rescue his girlfriend, if it was at all possible. And this male happened to know Sara. Travis' right hand lashed out forward, his index finger pointing toward the males face as he slowly approached Travis, the blood on his gloves clearly visible.

"Don't tell me to take it easy!"

Travis could help but yell, no matter what he said, it came out in a voice far larger then he intended. He was clearly bent over this, and it was even unsettling to him. After all, he hadn't declared his love to Sara that long ago, and now she had been taken from him. Anyone in their right mind would get upset. Travis just happened to have anger issues in the first place, and this situation was only going to make it worse.

"Someone took her! SOMEONE KIDNAPPED HER AND.. AND I'M GOING TO KILL THEM!"

His hands would lift to his face, and he'd close those icy blues for a moment. He felt like he was breaking down. Maybe he was over reacting, maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed, that she was perfectly fine somewhere, but he couldn't think like that right now. Travis feared for her life, that she wouldn't be seen again. It was then that something flashed through his mind. Travis let the scene play over in his head again, there had been plenty of clues left behind, he had just lost it in a fit of rage. But it was all coming back now.

The Emblems.. Emblems.. What.. do they.. mean?

And.. Dragon? Dragons?! Could they mean..?

[ChocoRem]

(ooc: unfortunately not )

"Don't tell me to take it easy!"

Rem kept his hands in his pockets, a non-verbal way of showing that he wasn't a threat to Travis. Obviously he was upset. What in the world could have happened? Where was Sara?

"Someone took her! SOMEONE KIDNAPPED HER AND.. AND I'M GOING TO KILL THEM!"

Rem's eyes widened, though almost imperceptibly. He had to withdraw a hand to adjust his glasses, but he replaced it into his pocket immediately afterward. Sara was integral to his own plans, so her sudden disappearance...scratch that...kidnapping... would prove to be quite the inconvenience and Rem did not like inconveniences. He narrowed his eyes and withdrew his right hand from his pocket, bringing his palm flat across Travis' cheek, hard. He'd probably pay for that, but it was the only way he could think of to get the boy to calm down and listen to him.

"Get ahold of yourself man! I know your first impulse will be to hit me right now, but just think for a moment. You know your anger is blinding you. There's nothing you can do for Sara in the state you're in. Calm down. Think."

His words had been loud at the beginning, but had gradually grown softer, more pacifying.

"I'm a friend of Sara's...and if there's anything I can do to assist you, I will. First off, there must have been something, some sort of clue as to the identities of the culprit, or at least the motives behind the kidnapping. Is there anything that stood out to you?"

Even with all of that said, Rem's alert was at code red. He fully expected retribution on Travis' part for the slap, and so steeled himself for whatever would come his way.

[Travis]

The slap came unexpected, and Travis' head was knocked to the side for a moment. He'd immediately bring it back to face the kid before him. If Travis could kill by looking at someone, Rem would have dropped dead that instant. But no, he couldn't. All impulses screamed for him to lash out, to know this kid's head clean off his shoulders, but he didn't. The male's words reaching ears almost immediately.

Get ahold of yourself man! I know your first impulse will be to hit me right now, but just think for a moment. You know your anger is blinding you. There's nothing you can do for Sara in the state you're in. Calm down. Think.

Travis couldn't help but react the way he was. He felt so damn helpless at the moment. There was nothing he could do. Sara was gone, and he had no idea who took her. There had been clues left at their apartment, but none of it really made any sense. There was no message, nothing about ransom. And it was driving him crazy. Travis' eyes closed for a moment and those fists would clench tightly and then reopen, only to close once again and repeat.

I'm a friend of Sara's...and if there's anything I can do to assist you, I will. First off, there must have been something, some sort of clue as to the identities of the culprit, or at least the motives behind the kidnapping. Is there anything that stood out to you?

Travis straightened up for a moment, and then he'd lurch forward, both hands looking to entwine those fingers in Rem's shirt, and hoist him effortlessly up into the air, those eyes glaring into the other males face, clearly he was angry. But there was confusion in those eyes, along with sadness. You could even say that he might have looked a little scary. He had no intentions of breaking Rem's face at this moment, but he had needed to do something. He needed to keep his hands occupied, otherwise he probably would have struck out with intent to do bodily harm.

"I.. There was.. An insignia.. Some kind of wolf.."

Travis words would fade after he mentioned the wolf. He had to rerun things over in his head again. There was more though, Dragon.. That could have pointed to two different things.. Maybe the Japanese gang Travis had gotten into some trouble with would have something to do with this.. Dragon might fit that. But the other thing.. The Dragons.. Mathew.. Linda.. But Travis couldn't think of anything Mathew and his fellowship would have gained out of this. That didn't mean Travis was ruling it out.

"And.. the word.. Dragon.. BUT NONE OF IT MAKES SENSE!"

[ChocoRem]

Rem flinched as he was lifted off of the ground, more out of annoyance than fear. Curse his infernal lack of vertical prowess! He hated how easy it was to lift him off of the ground because of his height and weight. Well, at least he should be grateful the guy wasn't strangling him. Rem didn't fear Travis, but he sure as hell didn't want to be injured by the guy.

"I.. There was.. An insignia.. Some kind of wolf.."

This time, his eyes would widen most noticeably. That insignia was definitely Militia's. Oh my. Rem was certainly in a predicament now. There would be no telling of what Travis would do to him if that little tidbit of information leaked out at that very moment.

"And..the word.. Dragon.. BUT NONE OF IT MAKES SENSE!"

Dragon... Wait. Why the hell would clues that pointed to two different rival gangs be in one place? It was a fact, the Dragons and Militiamen hated each other. Well, not each other, but they were both freakishly loyal to their own groups. Rem's mind raced a mile a minute, considering the possibilities. He sighed. He'd better bite the bullet. He wasn't one for beating around the bush.

"The wolf insignia is Militia's mark. The Dragons are another, rival gang. Now, I need you to listen carefully before reaction. I, myself, am a member of Militia, a higher up, in fact. I would know if Sara had been kidnapped by one of ours...and I wouldn't take kindly to it. Trust me, if anyone took Sara without my knowledge, I'll deliver that person to you myself. Still, this is highly strange. Logically speaking, these are the possibilities: It may have been that one gang had done the kidnapping to frame the other, but had somehow stupidly left traces of themselves in the process. Or.. someone was trying to frame both gangs. Whatever it is. I can find out very quickly. And if there is a third party involved, we shouldn't be wasting time with worthless clues."

[Travis]

Those icy blues narrowed slightly, glaring toward the boy he was currently holding in the air. Travis didn't know what to believe right now. He was really confused, and there was no way he could think straight. He was clearly distraught, and it was only making his temper rise more and more with each passing moment. It was entirely possible that this male was lying, simply to try and save his own hide. There was also the chance that he was telling the truth, that neither gang had anything to do with it, or that one gang had tried to frame the other. But there was no sure fire way to find out if this male was really telling the truth.

"I.. I don't get it! SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING TO DESERVE THIS!"

Travis' arms would begin to slowly lower the boy. Travis was fighting with himself here. He didn't know exactly what to do, he wasn't sure if he should let the boy go, or hurt him like he had so many others this day. Travis had nearly set the boy down before he halted for a moment, and another flash of anger roared out within him. His upper body gave a harsh push forward, and Travis' would use the whole of his upper body strength and aim to force this male away from him and send him flying through the lunchroom.

He didn't care how the other male landed, whether it was on his feet, back or head. None of that mattered. He wanted the truth.. And he'd beat it out of the boy if he could. Why would someone set something like this up for no reason? Maybe they were secretly working together or something. If Travis had to.. He'd rip apart The Militia and The Dragons. Member by member until he heard what he wanted. And if the need arose, this male would be first.

"I WANT THE TRUTH! I WANT TO KNOW WHERE SHE IS, NOW!"

[Mathew Amtrum]

Fuck!

Mathew liked to eat in the courtyard, why? Because it was peaceful and he could keep an eye on things. He didn't think anything was going to happen in the lunch room. It was almost always the courtyard. It just goes to show that you can't be everywhere at once. As soon as Mathew heard he got to his feet and ran to the scene, arriving just in time to see Travis throw some kid away from him.

Not fucking good!

Mathew closed his eyes focusing his Qi in to his hands. Normally he didn't have to close his eyes, but he was trying to speed this along, giving it his full concentration. When he felt the power surging inside of his hands he clapped them together twice, each time sending out a blast of sonic energy. The loud bang was designed to mess with Equilibrium. Sadly he couldn't target anyone with it. He saw more then one kid stumble or fall after the clap. A few even started to throw up.

Mathew paid them little heed, instead he kept his gaze on the man at the center of the destruction, Travis.

"What is all this about Travis? I mean I know I don't have a reputation for giving a damn but this is a bit much." He said motioning to the wake of Travis's rampage as he continued to approach the man.

Unlike Rem Mathew was openly a Dragon, one of two left. The weaker of the two, but the one in charge. He had always been the planner and plotter. The smart one. Travis knew he was a Dragon too, though Mathew didn't know what this was about.

[Travis]

Two large slaps sounded out, and Travis felt himself go a little wobbly, he even felt himself start to lose his balance, but he wasn't about to let himself simply drop to the ground. His right foot slid backwards slightly, and Travis pushed that foot against the ground hard. Hard enough that the tile below his feet cracked underneath the pressure. His head snapped in the direction it had come from, and those icy blues narrowed upon Mathew Amtrum, the Earth Dragon. His face hardened a bit more, and once again if a stare could kill, Mathew would have exploded into a thousand little pieces.

What is all this about Travis? I mean I know I don't have a reputation for giving a damn but this is a bit much.

"Ahha.. Dragon.. Just the person I wanted to see.."

Travis voice was much lower this time, though it was clear he was fighting to keep it down. Wasn't this just turning out to be a great day? Travis was beyond helping now, A high-ranking member of Militia, and the Dragon that Travis had been looking forward to crushing underneath his boot. He knew that Mathew was strong, from previous encounters. But Travis believed for sure that he had the upper hand, that he wouldn't fail here. Their other encounters had been friendly, but this time it wouldn't be the same.

"WHERE IS SHE, MATHEW!? WHERE IS SARA!"

His movement began, a slow pace as he moved toward the Earth Dragon, fingers clenching into fists, releasing slowly as he walked. Either Mathew knew where she was, or the kid Travis threw knew where she was. This senior did not care which one of them it was, but he would make them talk. No matter what he had to do to find Sara, he would make sure that they spilled the beans, or he'd maim them. It was as simple as that. And still Travis path toward Mathew continued, slowly but surely. And it wasn't going to waiver. Travis didn't fear another human being. They all bled.

[Mathew Amtrum]

"Hmmmm?" Mathew said not quite sure what the hell he was talking about, let alone who. Sara was a very common name. And as far as Mathew knew, the Sara he knew, Sara Quinn, was single. Mathew's eyes watched as the young man approached him, watched the ways his hands clenched in to fists before releasing. He would start to move the Qi in to his hands, he had a feeling that Travis wasn't in a mood to talk. All one had to do to see that though is look around. Something was clearly bothering the man, something to do with a Sara.

Maybe she cheated on him or something.

He would stand his ground, no fighting form at the ready. It was a smart move in his mind, it offered him flexibility on what to do in case Travis did strike, and by not making the first move it was possible that fighting could be avoided all together. Not that he was shying away from a fight, but he would rather not destroy the rest of the lunch room because Travis was having a fit. Besides he was a Reaper, he certainly didn't want to fuck him up too badly.

"Alright Travis, lets start from the top. Who is Sara?" He said trying to get a grasp on what the fuck was going through his mind.

[Travis]

Alright Travis, lets start from the top. Who is Sara?

"SARA QUINN! MY GIRLFRIEND AND ONE OF YOU TWO FUCKERS KIDNAPPED HER!"

His left hand would shoot out in the direction of Rem, as Travis stopped about seven or eight feet from Mathew. In all honesty, Travis was sick of talking. He just wanted his girlfriend back, that was all he wanted. And neither of them would give him the answers he was looking for. Not only did Travis feel like hurting Mathew, he also felt like hurting Rem. Both of them were suspects, and Travis would squeeze the answers out of them. One of them was lying, and Travis would not stop till he found out which one that was.

"I swear it.. I will bring.. The Earth Dragon to his knees.. And Militia along with you.. I DON'T WANT TO PLAY THESE GAMES ANYMORE!"

The longer they made him wait, the angrier he was getting toward both of them. If there was one thing Travis didn't like doing, it was waiting too long to get an answer to his question. On top of that, he didn't like that both of these males seemed to like to tell him to calm down, that he was overreacting. But was he? Would they not act the same way when the one they loved had been kidnapped? Travis didn't really like it when his own girlfriend tried to tell him what to do, though she rarely did. And he HATED it when other people tried to tell him what to do.

(OOC: Short break on posting. I don't want to leave Rem in the dust.)

[Linda Osako]

"I swear it.. I will bring.. The Earth Dragon to his knees.. And Militia along with you.. I DON'T WANT TO PLAY THESE GAMES ANYMORE!"

That's what Linda heard as she entered some kind of strong conflict.

"Mathew on his knees? Nah, ain't gonna happen." Linda chuckled.

The thought of Mathew on his knees was kind of amusing, but not at all possible. The Earth Dragon was far too seasoned to be brought down by a headstrong fool. Linda walked up behind Mathew, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Did he make all this mess?" She questioned her brother in name and title. Linda had a good idea that it was Travis who had caused this scene, but a little reassurance would be nice.

[Matrim Gallagher]

(OOC: I read something about Pillars should join and do their jobs?)

Matrim was trying to take a nap elsewhere, but a sudden amount of loud noises kept him from doing so. He heard Travis, and Travis was being loud. Matrim didn't like this, but it wasn't like broken arms were going to give him a better chance then when he lost to him completely healthy. After all, the kid could do a submission hold, and Matrim doubted anything major taking place just because he could set his hands on fire.

Still, it was enough to get Matrim to wake up and get out from underneath the table he was at, suddenly realizing the table was no longer over him and the room had other pillars in it. He didn't see Jester anywhere, but the other two were definitely here, "Sorry guys I was taking a nap..... what's going on Travis?"

Matrim looked at the state of the lunch room and looked at the pillars again, "Ok, how the hell did I sleep through all of that," He said, unable to scratch his head or shrug without feeling a little bit of pain. So instead he would just look around trying to figure out what happened.

I could have sworn I heard 'one of you two fucker my girlfriend' but then again it could have been, 'don't want to swear anymore'. Or some mixture of those words..... damn I wish I paid attention while I was asleep....

[Travis]

(OOC: I don't feel like writing anymore then this.. I'm not in a good mood)

Linda didn't come too far after Mathew arrived, and Matrim was there shortly after all. To be honest, if Travis believed he had anyone to worry about it was either going to be Mathew or Linda, and even then he wasn't sure if they would be able to take him down right now. Travis was not very happy right now, the rage due to his girlfriend's kidnapping wasn't settling at all. He wanted answers, and seeing as Rem wasn't answering him, and Mathew seemed to pretend he didn't know her, it was only adding fuel to his fire. He didn't care if he was outnumbered here. None of that mattered right now.

Did he make all this mess?

"Damn straight I made this mess! And it's only going to get ten-times worse.."

This was good though. Because now both dragons were here, and all he had to do now was beat it out of them. It was all he was looking for right now. Either Mathew or Linda would tell him what he wanted to know. One of the two had to have taken Sara. And when he found out which one it was, he'd do his best to kill them. Break them down completely. But due to his odds here, he wasn't going to be able to make too many mistakes here. His arms would be thrown out at his sides once again, and Travis would shout out.

"Guess you'll just have to come stop me!"

[Valekin]

"Ah, there they are. Go ahead and start me up."

"Yes sir."

Slisch!

Valekin was in a doorway several feet from their confrontation. With a knife in his back. The knife was taken out and he bled ferociously. A smile cracked onto his lips as he could feel the rage building inside him. Oh the rage, oh the power, it came up like magma out of a volcano. So hot, so violent. So powerful. First the laughter started. The maniacal, untamed laughter. Everything was funny, and wrong, and to be destroyed, all at once. The rage, the hilarity. It didn't make any sense, or did it?

"Shakti..... Shakti~!"

He got on his feet, the hole in his back stitching itself up nicely. No more blood. No more pain. Tons of hate and power. He could feel himself give in to the rage. The person next to him? Felt it first hand as his fist collided with the kid's face, sending him to the ground unconscious. The person on the other side of him that was gawking in fear? Received a sharp kick to the stomach, and lost all their wind. Unable to gain it back, they passed out on the ground several feet away.

Friend? Foe?

Ha, no such thing.

They're all evil. They all need to be destroyed.

Valekin moved towards the group, mouth open, the subtle laughter coming from his mouth. The fangs, the claws, they bayed for blood like a rabid hell hound. In his twisted mind, voices shouted to him things. Screams of utter fear and horror. Or was he not hallucinating that? Were they real or were they not? Did it matter? No, because the voices were telling him things that he wanted to hear. They were his own voice, just in different tones, his mind was just a swirling pool of acid, poison, magma.

"Blood.... Rend......"

He said in a whisper as he approached the group from behind.

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STR: 39.6
DEX: 48

(The second sentence is him calling on "power" as it grows in him.)