Miltia Infinitus (Open)

[Trizen Takano]

Takehiko, as he was known to the majority, had been there for the while, though he certainly wasn't the first one there. The fifteen year old boy was sitting far in the back of the room trying to make sense of the entire meeting. Leadership? Is that what it came down to? Now, the boy was not about to say his bit, but if he had, he probably would have said the very thing David Blaze said. Just shorter.

'Pick one.'

The thought he kept to himself. The group stood for something and to him, it meant keeping everyone honest. They had to check themselves. Their intentions. Their logic, reasonings and hope as to how they believed they could make the school a better place -- or better yet, keep the school as safe as it sounded it for the time being. Takehiko was new -- along with most others -- and he heard no no disturbances yet. Though the blue eyed boy imagined there would be a few of them. He just wondered when and who.

'Keep watching...' he thought to himself as he figured this meeting was far from over. The leaders were still discussing things, though he hoped it didn't discourage anyone from forgetting what this group stood for. Though he chuckled quietly as remembered the fact that the Militia was a gang. 'Better one than none I suppose.'

[seishounohana]

Emily slumped in her chair as the recording of "Unfettered" played.

He left them. There was a mix of feelings in Emily's heart right now.

A mix of worry, disappointment, and frustration. After all, Emily was human. Her face was hidden from everyone as she sat there, brooding and looking on her hips as she sat by the chair.

Everyone was going all "Choose one, choose one," why can there never be an agreement? Does this prove anything? Oh yes, it does. Very much so.

What is this unity?

There was no unity in this room. There. was. none.

The girl began chuckling, increasing into a burst of laughter for a few seconds. It was almost as if she had gone mad -- no, she wasn't. She just found that everyone in this room, including herself, was becoming a hypocrite.

Rem had a point.
Gabriel had a point.
David had a point.

Rem or Gabriel... and now they add her to the mix? Oh, please.

After laughing, the girl looked up into a smile. "There is no unity in this room, my friends." She said, her eyes looking different. "There is no unity in distrust."

She looked at Gabriel, then Rem, before looking at everyone in general. "Don't look at me as if I'm a candidate. I will never, ever, leave Militia. Even if I die staying here in this group. We, the members, may have kept this group alive... but you see now what we are without "Unfettered"."

She held a small frown, "We're broken apart. The one that held us together slipped out. What now? Okay, let's choose a leader."

She looked at Rem. "Rem has plans, Gabriel has ideals -- I am nothing but a follower. Don't count me in your thoughts when you think of one. I failed as a School captain, and I will most likely lead Militia to failure should I take the leadership, so I'll pass."
She sighed, leaning against the chair. "I can't choose for myself. Letting people choose creates discord because everyone else has different opinions." She began to look downcast. "I think I will stay as I am, but I wish to contribute to both. But should one fall out of line I will be the first to bring that person down, even if it kills me."

She looked at Gabriel. "Don't leave this group just yet. I ask that you stay and still be our strategist. Rem may sound 'tyrannical' but he has his points, and so do you. I will see how this goes, and I want you to stay with me."
It was sad, but Emily was trying to tie the strings that "Unfettered" once held together for Milita. She was, yes, idealistic.

Militia was her only family -- and in her view, this would not be Militia without one or the other. She, at the moment, did not entirely believe that "unfettered" truly left them at this state, because if that was the case---

Emily just sighed.

This was all a gamble, and it was all breaking her heart.

She slipped her left Glove away, revealing the scars and wounds she had inflicted on the correctional Facility. It was a gruesome sight, as it seemed that she was crucified, and stabbed several times on the palm and different areas. The bruises were healing, and the skin was rough and some areas of the skin were disfigured- wrinkly as if a victim of a very bad scald. All of those were in one area.

The price of her choice.

It was free for everyone in the room to see. Not exactly a pretty sight.

"Please... stay together."

That was the summary... the plea that Emily just had to mutter out as she stood up, bowed down onto the floor, her head low as she made her request.

"I am not "Unfettered" but please, if you all truly desire unity. Stay with me; then we can discern for ourselves if we are to continue following or leave. I'm not taking your freedom to chooose away, but rather--- asking a favor."


(I'm sooooooo not good at this. ><;; )

[David Blaze]

David kept his eyes on Rem. Hypocrite- The boy had probably heard thebword and decided to look up its meaning. Using words like hypocrit in a situation your not fully comprehending only made you look a fool. David stared at the boy for a minute, laughing a moment before speaking simple words.

"I won't even dignify that with a comment, Rem. You, just as Gabriel, need to remember who your talking to. I have never been a hypocrit, and before you start saying things when you know next to nothing of me, you should recheck yourself."

He turned to the young Emily, who began to speak about sticking together. He sighed. What was Militia now? What had this group suddenly become? A bunch of people with heads full of grand ideas and no way to back it up. Standing before a force with loyal men didnt do much good when your strength was just simply not enough. David wouldnt speak anymore, but instead wait- His thoughts beginning to change as the speaking went on. This was not the group he remembered- he thought them all loyal to the students, to the cause. He felt suddenly wrong, and knew that, in the end, a weakness could come of this.

"If you don't find one leader, you will fall. If even one of you three think i am wrong, tell me, and i'll open these doors and leave- i'll give up on the last remnant of 259's soldiers of the peace. And we'll see just how far you get."

He was tired and frustrated- these people didnt understand. Emily wanted to continue unfettered vision, Rem wanted to get an army to follow him, and Gabriel thought to get a force and try your best. These things wouldnt work. You needed a common goal, a direction to set your feet upon. If they couldnt agree on that, as leaders, then there would never truly be any peace within the ranks of Militia.

[Gabriel Seran]

“I speak of Victory. Victory at all costs.”
Victory, so even a bloody victory would settle, one that would disgrace us, would make each and every member of the militia regret even having won. Even if Blaze hadn’t wanted the titles and power, the victory would be a failure to us all; he’d bring everyone to a place that they would be far from the dream they had originally conquest out to do.

David’s approach grew more menacing as he came close enough to Gabriel clearly shutting out the rest, containing the two in their own little space.

"I have never had reason to dislike anything you have ever said to me. But now you speak of things you are ignorant of. Your blatant disrespect for what I have put forth for this school and 259 shines when you try to tell me that what I want is to rule. You know nothing of me, Gabriel Seran, or what I have dreamed and wanted. If you wish to try and discredit me again, to mock me, to state that I wish things for myself...Whether we are before a large group or alone on the street, I will take that as an open insult, and we will fight."

Gabriel met the glare unafraid. Though fear was imminent and well deserved he couldn’t allow himself a showing of such. Chaos through fear. Fear is control. Gabriel knew well enough the way of the world and he wouldn’t allow for Blaze to suppress him not out of fear.

“And let me make it clear enough to you, David Blaze, I will not be controlled by fear.”
"Mr. Blaze. You are the epitome of a tyrant. Sure, as am I, I won't deny it. However, the difference between you and I is that I still give the group a choice. They don't have to follow any of us if they so choose. They shouldn't. It's their right. You keeping us here with your self-righteous psychobabble, threatening to supersede and over take us with your supposed power. That, good sir, is tyranny. Now..."

Gabriel turned to Rem noticing the familiar smile he’d encountered back before these troubles.

"I have no problem with your methods, Mr. Blaze; just don't come in here a hypocrite."
Indeed he was and that was the dividing line that much he could give to Rem as thanks, perhaps things between them couldn’t have to be so bad. Only time could tell where their paths would meet but for now they had to be enemies that much he knew they had to be foes.

Gabriel turned to see Emily who seemed to be over taken by the events before her, the squabbling madness. But truly she must have been deep in thought as she rose to the occasion to spread her own word into it. As much as he was angered he couldn’t disagree with her, for all the egos and power trips within this group she played level headed enough to calm Gabriel enough to come too.
She turned to address him as a singularity.

"Don't leave this group just yet. I ask that you stay and still be our strategist. Rem may sound 'tyrannical' but he has his points, and so do you. I will see how this goes, and I want you to stay with me."

Stay with me? That was the part that struck the hardest. He could care less about the position, the power over Rem and even David. He still had half the mind to escape this dominion, but her words gave him second thoughts. Gabriel froze up for about a moment seemingly labored over the words.

"Please... stay together."

Stay? He wasn’t leaving, he was simply going in a different direction for any chance to be had they needed a new direction. But in essence the same. There should be no lead, no followers, simply chaos it all had to make no sense but at the same instant be coordinated. Like hell itself. Would Emily end this here, if he stayed with them did the militia stand a noble cause would it last the storm? No, not through his eyes, they were a world apart. This would hurt the most.

“I will always be here with you…” He said his voice gone soft from the harsh tone he’d taken with Blaze. A single court bow, she was indeed a queen amongst the rest of the company.
“Till we meet again, I beg you adieu.” He would say in a near image of Unfettered as he throttled the staircase to the upper level and threw himself out of the window as he hit the ground with a thud rolling to his feet he ran before any of David’s guards could capture him. Till next time Militia…

[Trizen Takano]

Hearing more talks between the few of them, Takehiko could feel the anxiety in the room. It was awkward to see the leaders bicker amongst themselves. He remembered the majority of them from when they attempted to break Emily and the others out of the Correctional Facility. They were in for a cause. A united cause. Wait...

The boy was about to speak up when Gabriel had begun to say his bit. He was leaving indefinitely from what it looked like. But why? Ok, now that was a stupid question. Takehiko knew why, he just didn't know when the whole thing would get resolved... perhaps it wouldn't -- or at least that's what a lot of the murmurs were around the room, interestingly enough. Then within that same instant, he was gone. It hurt to see the young man leave the way he did, it was almost like the room had dropped a couple of levels when it came to morale. To be honest, he was certain the call was made because of a mission, not to debate on Unfettered's disappearance and unbridled leadership.

"Umm..." Takehiko subconsciously spoke up. He knew it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but he was already halfway near the front of the room. He figured he mind as well continue.

"This is obviously taking a toll on all of you," he spoke to the leaders in the room, "Hearing all you have so early and quickly in this new season clearly isn't helping you all make a decision. As much as it is a democracy for all of us, I have a feeling we wouldn't be united on vote even if we tried. No one here has a clear head. None of us do."

He swallowed hard. It was the first time he'd ever spoken up to them about anything. As much as his appearance was different, he was certain Emily and David saw right through him. Takehiko took another breath, "When most of us joined Militia, there was a cause. Yes we know, we will not abandon our cause, we will not let each other down, but there was a literal circumstance that arose that caused us to unite, that caused us to work towards accomplishing our goals together as a team. Now that things are fresh and new, now that things are a little quieter, maybe it's just time to take a little breather. Get everything sorted out with ourselves before coming to a decision about new leadership or new direction. Or maybe just for the while, we should think first about whether or not the Militia is needed right now. If its members are still here in this school, then yes, we will band together when need be; but right now, it doesn't look like this is a problem we could solve in present. We just need time."

[Patrick O'Connor]

OOC: so i did find time to post up in the boondocks

~Loosely, the crop clings to the ground. Easily the crop is picked up by those who sow it. The Reapers.


How. Very. Amusing.

Was this what it was like? All the way back in freshman year? Patrick remembered a meeting that had been very similiar back in the days of 552. He remembered a full fledged war. A war between green and blue. A war between the Reformists and the Defenders. It was a war the claimed life after life. No side had been without its casualties, not even had those outside of the two sides evaded the wars wraith. Because of the green reformists proclamation there were only two sides. With us or against us.

Of course Patrick had come in on the middle of the war. He had no idea of what side to join, only hope and ideals. He was only going to defend, but not the school system. He hated corpora punishment. He would not join the reformists or defenders. But because of the proclaimed sides he found himself on the side of the defenders. The ragtag and unorganized defenders. There was no directive, only to stop the advance of the green tide. Some were violently opposed to the reformists ideas of taking down the devil, Vaughn Clarke and the coropral punishment system, others agreed with taking down the system, just not through violence and of course some were just defenders because they were not reformists.

Was it so hard to believe that Patrick fell among those who wanted to bring down the system without violence? IT truly was a long time ago. It was in those times that Patrick had vowed to Narin Carter that he would never, ever kill another human being. Sadly, that was a very, very, long time ago and now Patrick's body count was near uncountable.

Anywho the defenders had found themselves brought into a meeting of desperation, not unlike this one here. There were many sides, many differing opinions. Desperate times had brought those together who would have otherwise found themselves enemies. The entire time the seeming strong side of the defenders was weak. It was that meeting that had shown it then, it was this meeting that showed it now. It was as they all said in this meeting. It was as Patrick had said in that meeting. "United we stand, Divided we fall." In the end everyone was together. But all the same they fell. The defenders were beaten broken and mutilated. Its captain's destroyed, captured and tortured. Patrick had been saved only by a cruel twist of fate. A mission of desperation. A mission that would never be remembered as only three people knew of. Two of the three people, were dead. Only one remained. And he, wasn't talking.

Patrick saw this "militia" as no different. They would all fall. They would all die. They were on the edge of a knife. All ready their backs were against the wall. There was a wolf among the sheep. Ready to strike at the ragtag, unorganized group. All that was required was a spark and all would fall. Sure there would probably be one or two that survived, like that one unknown defender. But in the end that defender too had fallen. That defender had fallen far from his ideals of self sacrifice. He had been crushed under the weight of everyone's pain and hurt. Just like that one Emily would be too unless she found some other means of escaping. She was too much like that lost defender to survive however. That lost defener had died horrobly. Far better would it have been to have died with his compatriots then die alone, lost to that one last desperation mission.

That lost defender watched the events unfold, quietly. Soon they would tear themselves apart. Perhaps he would not even have to contribute at all...