Post by Gabriel Seran on Mar 7, 2009 18:53:02 GMT -5
(OOC: This takes place after the Militia meeting, militia members invited plus outsider whom may want to join)
Back turned Gabriel left the organization, the gang, his family. Militia had been everything to him back at public high school #259 now what did it mean? Nothing but words an old symbol referencing to the new system, a new form of control. Rem was in control now, is that what he was going to leave with, crossing blades with a friend. It was for the best, that’s what he would tell himself. Unfettered would’ve wanted that much for the Militia to fight with honor, and if it would not fight for the weak, it had to die and bring birth to a new form something stronger. Not a simple gang any longer, it was an order. The Valkyries were God’s, that much he remembered from his schooling back when he was young, they came down from heaven and granted gifts of valor onto the warriors who died in valor. If that is what needed to become of us, those who followed Gabriel would earn a piece of his strength, of his power, and everything they desired. This school would crumble and then be rebuilt by those whom inhabit it. The school would be more this time, no Reapers, no Militia. It would be greater, a balance of hope.
Gabriel walked out onto the front lawn of the school his back still turned to the library. He was unsure of who would follow if any. But now he’d make his stand, now he would bring forth an army of the people to rise up against tyranny and false hope.
“Students of Public High School #42, you’ve all been used and betrayed for too long!” Gabriel shouted in his authoritative voice, “Lend me your strength and you shall be set free!”
Back turned Gabriel left the organization, the gang, his family. Militia had been everything to him back at public high school #259 now what did it mean? Nothing but words an old symbol referencing to the new system, a new form of control. Rem was in control now, is that what he was going to leave with, crossing blades with a friend. It was for the best, that’s what he would tell himself. Unfettered would’ve wanted that much for the Militia to fight with honor, and if it would not fight for the weak, it had to die and bring birth to a new form something stronger. Not a simple gang any longer, it was an order. The Valkyries were God’s, that much he remembered from his schooling back when he was young, they came down from heaven and granted gifts of valor onto the warriors who died in valor. If that is what needed to become of us, those who followed Gabriel would earn a piece of his strength, of his power, and everything they desired. This school would crumble and then be rebuilt by those whom inhabit it. The school would be more this time, no Reapers, no Militia. It would be greater, a balance of hope.
Gabriel walked out onto the front lawn of the school his back still turned to the library. He was unsure of who would follow if any. But now he’d make his stand, now he would bring forth an army of the people to rise up against tyranny and false hope.
“Students of Public High School #42, you’ve all been used and betrayed for too long!” Gabriel shouted in his authoritative voice, “Lend me your strength and you shall be set free!”
