Sunrise

[Gabriel Seran]

The sun rises and another day turns its face westward with the dawn.
What awaits us as we spy the light, sharing its brightness with each passing minute, casting golden rays upon the newborn day?
It buries the dark, rising, overpowering the night and making yesterdays varying triumphs and failures fade; bringing hope for today.
She renews each piece of earth from horizon to here as I watch;
Field and prairie ablaze with red, yellow and glowing orange.
Twinkling white diamonds of water; ponds, lakes, streams, even mighty oceans rise to glow in the shimmering greatness of gentle rays.
Living things await the coming day, some to rise, some to sleep,
But all know it is a new day, with new choices,
given to us, rising, on the Hand of God.

Gabriel awoke as a different man but very much the same man, he felt lighter and in the same instant buried beneath the weight of the others around him. No longer was he the second in command strategist behind the fighters finally he was proving not only to himself but others that he was just as strong just as capable and in the same instant he felt as if a child standing before them. It was all a dream the rooftop, overseeing the change of this school things were bound to change and it was time to do so Gabriel had to make this change, as did Emily, as did David Blaze and as did Rem, Trizen, Ryuu, Sara, Reira, Dots, Masaru, many many more to come down the road for indeed things were changing. Down the road as far as he could see there was nothing but bright sunlight ahead out his windows there were bright peaks as if beckoning they burdened and yielded such a grand future the likes of which the school had yet to have seen.

Gabriel Seran started his day without much to eat, he was hungry it heightened his nerves his senses, anger, passionate thought flurried through him like a plague gripped tight by a turbid wind. He was not to be underestimated nor taken lightly today, he needed those at the top to work with him, not like he had reacted toward Rem the Militia and what was to become of it couldn’t handle another breach it would die if further actions were taken.

Gabriel tied himself in a lavish suit looking formal as far as he could go without looking gaudy or showy; he mangled the gear enough to look common but presentable. A white button up with slacks and a slicked back hair style extroverting his emerald gaze. He wanted to be able to pear into their eyes as he spoke with them, to look deep into their hearts and minds and gather forth from their hope and bring down tyranny.
Gabriel Seran pulled out his phone and dialed in a mass text message to the members he sought out.

Long live Freedom, Tyranny shall die this night…
Seek out the light atop the library roof.
Hope renewed

It left no name nor insignia of his presence it was all left on hope the hope that others would notice it and take to the call, for this was not purely Gabriel’s doing he was no dictator nor leader he was simply a person willing to give a simple push to the spokes giving their future a chance. The other former leaders, Emily, David, Rem could not deny the fact he would give them equal credit in the matter, for they were just like him willing to fight for the cause and he could only pray they’d answer his plea.
Atop the library roof Gabriel had set aside a round table along with it a line of chairs surrounding the table things would not be the same, no podium or center of power like the old hierarchy would decide upon but this gang would be equal each member with their own judgment and pleas just as Unfettered had designed for later construction, equality amongst the masses and Gabriel sat waiting at the opposite side of the table waiting for their was no head.

[Ryuu]

Just one beat, communication... What Ryuu thought was his alarm had gone off, as he rolled over in his bed, and stretched out an arm slowly, and slammed his hand down on the alarm, making to silence it, as his arm dangled limply over his bed, except as soon as the music didn't stop, but continued playing, did Ryuu groggily realized it was not his alarm, but his ring tone, as he lifted his arm up and stretched his hand, feeling for his phone, and found it, as he held the iPhone in front of his half-asleep eyes, and touched his iPhone screen, seeing that he had a text message. He opened the text, and read it, as his eyes slid back and forth, reading the text, as his eyes turned calm and cool at the message that said:

Long live Freedom, Tyranny shall die this night...
Seek out the light atop the library roof.
Hope renewed

He slowly sat up in bed, the message fully awakening him. Placing his cell back on his bedside table, Ryuu walked to the bathroom, and washed his face, then brushed his teeth. He tossed his toothbrush back into its container, and walked back to his room, and pulled on a black t-shirt, black track pants, his black jacket, and black Converse shoes. He then grabbed his cell and stowed it into his pocket, and then headed out of his house, and headed to school, the limo taking him there. He was going to school... on the weekend? There must be something wrong with him. Once he reached the school, he headed towards the library rooftop, the location specified in the text. As soon as he reached the library, he made his way to the rooftop, and a couple minutes later, reached the rooftop. His front hair blowing in the cold wind, Ryuu looked around the rooftop, before spotting a round table along with it a line of chairs surrounding the table, and standing at the opposite side of the table was none other than Gabriel, who was dressed in a lavish suit, a white buttoned up shirt and black slacks, his hair slicked back.

His expression calm as ever, Ryuu walked forward, his hands in his jeans pockets, his hair hiding his eyes, giving him an air of mysteriousness and yet, making him look slightly intimidating. "Gabriel." Ryuu said simply as soon as he reached the table, and moved to the first chair, taking a seat in it, and crossed his right leg over his left. Ryuu was not surprised he was the first to arrive, but he certainly hoped he was not the only or last. Surely Gabriel had called others, he had no doubt in his mind. It seemed the plan Gabriel had in mind, was about to begin. All that was left to do, was wait and see who would be showing up. Let the show commence...

[Trizen Takano]

'Marielle... did you have a nice night?' The boy was blushing when he asked the question. He wanted to so much to hold her hand in the middle of the starry skies. His head was down, he was hesitant and all the while, the girl he was with smiled a cheerful smile as her light brown eyes reassured the boy's timid confidence.

'I enjoyed it very much, Trizen. The opera's definitely one way to treat a lady.'

There was silence between the two of them on their walk downtown. Little conversation passed between them and soon enough the two would arrive at the door of a rather large apartment building. It was hers. Trizen knew it would be time to say goodbye. Though a special goodbye. One that she would remember.

'I uh... erm...'

Trizen hesitated to speak, but Marielle laughed and batted her eyes at the boy. She put her right hand towards him which obviously meant something playful. Trizen smirked and put his to hers. They would do their special handshake. Palmed twice then stuck both backs of their hands while one opened palm while the other was a closed fist and viceversa. It was a neat handshake, though Trizen never got it right on the first try which would always be cause for them to playful touch each others fingers. They'd link them together slowly and gaze into each other's eyes with a real sense of shyness. Neither of them were really brave enough to say what they wanted to say.

'Marielle... I umm... I'm glad you had a great time tonight... maybe we could... do it again sometime?'

'...I'd like that...' the young french girl said on taking a step closer to Trizen. 'Hey... can I ask you something? ... Can you... say my name like you do? It always reminds me of home...'

Trizen smiled shyly. The young man also spoke french and while he thought he was bad at it, the young lady seemed to like the way he pronounced her name. Exhaling once, Trizen softly took hold of both her hands and whispered, 'Marielle...' The roll of the R and the distinct saying of last syllable made the young girl smile almost instantly. She giggled in fact. From here, the two would gaze a little deeper into each others eyes and slowly draw closer to each other. It was here that the sense of panic and adventure began to mesh together. The fear of messing up and the excitement that this was finally going to happen. Both their eyes began to close and their lips tensed and bodies were full of adrenaline. The dimples of their lips would feel so close as the final moments seemed more than clear.

Then...

Trizen's eyes opened with his face in his pillow. The young one felt nothing but irritation as he forgot he left his cell phone on while it was being charged. He almost, no, completely regretted leaving the damn thing on and was ready to chuck it into the wall.

"Ugh...gah..." Those were the words of sailors in mumbles as he picked up his cell, Onyx, from the night table to his left and saw there was a new message. His room was dark and the blue light blaring from the screen caused him to squint almost unnecessarily. "Calm down... you're too bright Onyx." The phone obeyed and lessened its light to adjust for the boy to see.

The boy with unruly black hair turned around and laid with the back on his head resting on the pillow. He held Onyx some distance from his face and used his left index finger to go through the menu. It was a Gabriel. Thank goodness for caller id. But what did he want?

'Library?'

He also wondered why there was no signature at the end of his message. Yes it was early, but Gabriel was pretty habitual. Maybe this was serious. A little more serious than Trizen thought so early in the morning. And with that in mind, the sophomore got out of his bed, left the phone in his place and went to clean himself up.

'I suppose I'll see you another time, Marielle...'


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A few whiles later, the door to the rooftop opened up and out came Trizen. He yawned first as habitual as it seemed, but was amazed to see furniture up on the rooftop. Then the people. His friends, or at least the ones he knew to be his friends for now. Ryuu more than Gabriel.

"Morning," He said as he popped a stick of 5 Gum in his mouth. He had morning breath from the tea he drank earlier today and figured gum would solve the problem. The round table made it feel like King Arthur was going to assemble a council, but who would be King Arthur. Not to mention if this was part of any sort plan Gabriel had in mind, Trizen would wait until the others came along to find out what was going on for real. There were too many coincidences. Though on the brighter side, the sunrise was quite beautiful.

[David Blaze]

David awoke to an ear-splitting scream, knowing instantly that it was his own, mostly because his mouth was still finishing the aweful noise. His dreams were bocoming worse of late, and as usual he could not remember most of them. Fighting, death, friends lost and people dying- thats all he ever awoke to. He threw his covers aside, rolling his right shoulder before planting his hands on the edge of his bed, breathing deep and shaking his head. A hand came up to wipe some of the cold sweat from his brow as he cleared his throat. He looked over at the clock, sighing as he did so. It was far too early, but the bed scared him, gave him an ominous feeling, a silent promise of pain to come.

He stood, walking into the bathroom and flipping on the shower nozzle, letting the water run for a few moments to clear out the cold water. He turned the sink on as well, splashing water on his face to wake him up before jumping into the warmth of the bathwater. He showered quickly, wrapping a towel around his waist and walking from the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth, scrubbing his pearly whites clean. He heard a loud buzzing noise. He looked up from his dresser, turning his head to glance around his room before spotting his phone. He walked over to it, foam at the mouth, hair dripping wet, and flipped it open. He instantly knew who this message was from.

'Gabriel...'

David was in no mood to play games today, to speak of forgotten ways and errors, but he knew he wasnt going to be the only one there, and he needed to have at least some say in what these people thought. He flipped it closed and walked back to the bathroom, finishing his preparations before getting dressed. Not an hour later, he stood on the grounds he wasnt even suppose to be on- School. Why was he not suppose to be there? Today was his day off- thats why he said it was early. He wanted to relax today, just have time to himself. But alas, when would that ever be? No, not for him. He walked over to a large pole on the side of the Library building, scaling it quickly and hopping over the edge, as though he had flown up with ease. He glanced around at the students present- Trizen, Gabriel, and one he didnt recognize.

Wonderful.

He walked over to the table, patting Trizen on the back as he passed him, noticing that he still wore the tools David had given him. Good boy. He took a seat three chairs down, kicking up his legs as he waited for the remainder of the party. He expected Emily to be there, and probably several others. Until that point he would sit in silence, eyes toward the sky.

[bix]

Surprise
&& Shock

Bix. Unlike most. Was not. Spending. Her weekend. At home. Things had. Happened. Recently. And so. With her. And with another. She did her best. To spend. As little time. There as possible. To protect. Herself. Something that. Was neither easy. Nor was it really. Working. Still though. Now. Was certainly. Not the time. To get into it. Instead. Bix sat. At work. Feet up. Upon the desk. IN front of her. A tome. Of witchcraft. Within her lap. Fingers. Pale and slender. Turning the pages. The crinkle. Of the paper. Sounded as she turned it. The incense. Burning. Behind her. Allowing her. concentration. To be more. Absolute. Than before. Funny how. There were just. Scents that. Could focus. The mind. As well. As other things. Work was slow. Not only. Because it. Was a religious month. And most. Were more mindful. About stepping. Into an Occult shop. Than other times. But also. Because it was. The weekend. And her busiest. Night was indeed. Friday.

Concentration. Broken when. The phone. That lay upon. Her desk. Blue in color. What other? Was more perfect. Began to vibrate. It's way. To the side. Turning slightly. Upon it's side. Around. In a circle. The song. One Rammstein. Playing loudly. A select favorite phrase. Most. While fans. Of Rammstein. Had no real. Idea. What they sang. About. And yet Bix. Had done. A great deal. Of research. And found. They were much. To her liking. Thus. The ring tone. Her gloved hand. Reached over. Picking up. The device. And she pressed. The view button. The screen. Lighting up. Her eyes. Quickly took. In the text. Library. School. The roof. A meeting. It seemed. But why then. Was she invited. And how then. Did they. Acheive. Her number. Only two. People she knew. Had the digits. And yet. She supposed. It wouldn't. Be terribly hard. To find.

The thought. Of not going. Flashed. Across. The witch's mind. But then. Her curiosity. Got the better. Of her. If it was a fight. Then so be it. It was not. As though. She had felt much. Pain before. And then of course. Most recently. Rising. quite painfully. From her chair. She stood up. Closing her book. Setting it then. Upon her desk. It was not. As though. She had to worry. About being busy. Or customers. So instead. She decided. To turn the lights off. Let the incense burn. And head out. Bix was not. Dressed nicely. But as strangely. As always.

A pair of normal jeans. Moved over. Her slender frame. Three belts. Two blue. One black and studden. Lay over. Her hips. On her torso. Was a long sleeve. Dark blue. Shirt. That covered. Most of her skin. With a high collar. Black gloves. Hid her hands. And her blue hair. Hung down. All her wounds. From her beating. Were not seen. This was. Important. To her. The bruise. Had faded. From her face. From the slap. The rest of her body. While broken. And bruised. Was covered. And there fore. Not easy to tell. Over the long sleeve shirt. Was her favorite. Black vest. Covered. In bright. Silver zippers. Unfurling. Her black lace. Umbrella. Bix began. To head to school.

The grounds were quiet. It seemed. That as. She moved through. The silent academy. It was almost errie. She knew. All too well. Where the library. Indeed was. She was still. Very curious. As to what. This was all. About. In the school. The umbrella. Was not needed. To protect. Her ghost white. Skin. She was not. As commonly thought. Albino. Merely.. pale. For good reason. Up the stairs. And then, used again. The umbrella protected her. As she stepped out. Onto the roof. Three boys. And herself. Including. Gabriel. The chess master. The one. She had met. Most interestingly. A week or so ago.

"Greetings, to you all."

Bix said, In her strange. Tone of voice. As she moved. Taking a seat. She waited. To see. Just what. This was. About. Curious. What Gabriel. Was doing. Why then. The reason. For the suit. While the rest. Seemed to be. Just in. Their normal. Clothing. Situating. Herself. She waited. Patiently. Blue eyes. On Gabriel.

[seishounohana]

Emily was a busy woman.

On weekdays after school, Emily would do her chores, studying, and some of her mangaka responsibilities. On weekends, she dedicated her time to studying and work.

Yes, she started to work again. Her jobs had been more or less quite unusual for a high schooler, but not that unusual. It was just unusual that Emily worked for a newly-opened Maid Cafe in the afternoon after tutoring Elementary students earlier that morning. Boy, getting money was hard work. This didn't count her volunteer work at times, but those happen when Layla manages to give her financial incentive for a few hours of clinic/hospital-related work.

Living alone was tough, and with the financial crisis in the world getting prices high, Emily was determined to keep this life up. After all, she still had enough hours of sleep every night.

But yes, she got that text message that morning, and went straight to the library roof. No one was there when she came in, and took a nap at a corner hidden by several boxes. She was clad in a rather intricate japanese costume, as the theme for the week was ancient japan. She had Sakura flowers by her hair as a decoration.

She was obviously used to wearing outfits like this. What, with Layla's obsession with cosplay and all.

One thing, she also dyed her hair black.

Hearing a ruckus nearby her eyes fluttered open and she slowly absorbed everything that was happening. The meeting had yet to start. Grinning to herself, she reached for the kingflute she had brought along and began to play the first two minutes of this piece.

She stood up as she played, slowly making her way onto the sight of her fellow gang members. The sight of her with black hair would be new, but it would be temporary. Black dye never worked on her hair for some reason.

Her entrance was quite unusual, as she seemed to just appear out of the shadows, wearing something that made her look like she was from ancient japan, making such ethnic music-- some may think she was weird.

After she was done playing she smiled at the group, "Good evening." she said.

[Sara Quinn]

OOC - This is the first thread Sara will be in since after the kidnapping. Valekin has not returned to finish the thread with me, so I intend to just modify my last post in it to take me right to the end. I don't know whats going to happen yet, but the fact of the matter is, she comes out of it slightly insane with an extreme hate for the gangs, and every intention to destroy them. Violently. Yay~!<3

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Long live Freedom, Tyranny shall die this night…
Seek out the light atop the library roof.
Hope renewed

Pfft. Sara looked down at the cellphone in her hand. It seems it was time to begin. She smiled up at the large man next to her. He had escorted her home from the place where she had been held for the duration of her... Training. Yes. She hadn't been kidnapped. She had been trained. Reborn with new beliefs and a new view on the world. It was a dark one, for sure. "You can leave now. I'll take it from here."

He nodded and left quickly, almost vanishing into thin air as he blended into the crowd and was gone. She knew he wouldn't go far, he would always be there watching her. At least for now. Until she could be trusted to act on her own. She didn't know why they bothered, it was obvious she was going to act on her own whether they liked it or not. But she knew he was there to kill her if she got out of hand. Her little blow up the first few days she had been with them hadn't helped their opinion of her in that aspect at all.

She opened the door to her home, realizing it was still in shambles. That was fine. It would days to clean it, but she wouldn't start today. It was understandable that no one had started to clean it. Travis was long gone by this point, and she didn't really care. She didn't care about much. From the corner of the room came a small whining noise. Her head snapped towards it, and from under a broken table came a small, thin dog. George. Her puppy. She had forgotten about George.

Jeez... He looked like shit. He looked hungry. The puppy came to her feet, sitting down. She looked down at it and felt disgust bubble inside her. Nudging the weak puppy harshly away from her with her foot, she walked further into the house. The puppy continued to whine, so she walked into the kitchen, grabbed an old bag of dog food from the top cupboard and tossed it behind her. It landed on the floor, spilling food everywhere. There. Problem solved. Leaving the puppy to the food she went to shower and get ready.

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Sara pushed open the door to the school roof and walked out. Anyone who looked at her would know something was wrong. She wondered how many people knew she had been kidnapped. Must not be many because they had thought to text her phone right? She smiled around at the group of people. If they only knew what inviting her to this little get-together had started. Her smile didn't reach her eyes though. Her eyes were cold and harsh. This was not the Sara people had known. Not anymore. One look at her face and you could tell she wasn't all there.

She wore loose jeans and a tank top. All her jeans were loose. So were her shirts. She had lost weight since she had begun the training, and not in a good way. In the front of her shirt, poking up between her breasts, was a burn scar in the shape of a handprint. One that up until this point, she had hidden faithfully. She was done hiding it. It made no difference. Up and down her arms, and her legs, and even her stomach, come to think of it, if people had the chance to see them, were other scars, bruises, and half healed cuts that would probably scar. Her hair, still damp, was pulled back in a ponytail.

She stepped out and smiled around at the people. Some she knew, some she didn't. It didn't matter, because she would claim friendships to none of them now. She was a new person, and she doubted these people would like her. This was good though! First day back and she was already on the path to reaching her goal.

Destroy them. Destroy the gangs and everyone in them...

The words rang in her ears. She could still hear herself answering in a calm voice that she would do whatever it took. Starting now. She looked around, her gaze taking in the clouds for the most part. And when it quieted down, she spoke to no one in particular, but loud enough that who ever in the group was in charge would get to hear her. "Hope is over rated... So... Who do I get to kill...?" The smile on her face was sickening. She was quite serious.

~Crazy Sara is crazy <3 Nice~

[Jeremiah Sykes]

"Move."

His word was curt, short, to the point. This female stood directly in front of the door, and he needed to get through. Jeremiah had absolutely no intention of coming to any meeting- hell, he knew none of them except this girl in front of him and the one he needed to protect. Why the fuck would he come to a gang meeting? He wasnt into gangs, he didnt care about school policy. To him, these students were a bunch of smug, stuck up, holier than thou types, and he wanted nothing to do with them. Of course, once he realize where Bix was heading, he would be going as well. If sara (though he didnt know her name) didnt move, then he would simply brush by her, moving her aside easily with his massive frame.

He took his seat, Bix on his direct right, looking around at the table. There was a girl, black hair and three other guys all with black hair. He was, by far, the largest one there (in more ways then one) and totally bald. He watched them all wearily, ready for any sudden movements on their behalf. He didnt care if there was five of them or thirty, he would tear them all to peices if they thought to attack him or the girl next to him. He seemed relaxed outwardly, but inside he was as tense as a cobra. He kept his eyes flicking between them all, only one real thought passing through his head.

'How the hell did he get the table up here....'

[Gabriel Seran]

(ooc: others may join in as we move along no longer restricted to invites, Pillars however are excluded)

Gabriel looked off across at the influx of people, there were quite a few this time around. He looked at their hardened faces each with a past a story to tell. For better or worse he was one of them just another person looking for something, something to aspire to become. He nodded at each greeting as they took their seats at the round table. Gabriel however remained standing.

“As you can see, this table here is symbolic, I am no King Arthur nor do I intend to be.” He looked primarily at Blaze as he said it, “I hope I can speak for all of us this day, there is an emptiness here in each of us and we need something to fill it.”

Gabriel stood strong talking with his hands as he paced around the table making his presence known, “We don’t need this,” Gabriel referred of course to Militia itself, “We don’t need gangs or doctoral controls to enforce our school, all we need is a collective of people willing to stand strong against this void that seeks to tear us apart.”

Finding his way back to his seat he stood at his final words of the speech, “What must be done is what I leave to the students of public high school #42, this is not up to us to change the school, Not Emily, not David, nor Rem or I can do it ourselves it’s up to you the individuals to save us.”

Gabriel took a seat humbly and quite, it was truly all up to them he would remain a faithful servant to the school and wills of the people rather than under the oppressive thumb of the pillars. Democracy would have its day in the sun but for now it lie sheathed in darkness.

[Sara Quinn]

"Move."

Sara turned her head up to see who had so rudely interrupted her threat to human life. Ohhhh.... It was buddy... The one who thought he could bash her face into the floor <3 She remembered him! She was going to kill him =__=

He brushed past her, pushing her forward slightly... Buddy was going to get it =__= If it was the last thing she did, she was going to make him pay for that. Her eyes followed him, and only him as he took a seat next to Yoda (The only way Sara can describe her way of talking). She moved to a seat across from him, her eyes not once leaving him. It was simple enough to say that Sara's inability to let go of a grudge... Had worsened slightly since her little stay with the killers <3 She dropped into the seat, barely aware of what was happening around her.

She briefly heard that other guy talking. The one who seemed to have all the grand plans around here. Well for the first time, she decided to get in on one of them. He should be honored she would be willing to offer her services. Well it was more him making her job easier. She needed to bring down the pillars and gangs, and he seemed to be chock full of ideas. It worked out nicely.

“As you can see, this table here is symbolic, I am no King Arthur nor do I intend to be...I hope I can speak for all of us this day, there is an emptiness here in each of us and we need something to fill it.”

Sara was only briefly aware that he was talking about some table. What table? The one in front of her? When did that get there? She flicked her eyes to him to see him walking around, talking. He could bite her. The anger inside her was building. The annoyance. She wasn't going to be able to control herself for much longer.

“We don’t need this...We don’t need gangs or doctoral controls to enforce our school, all we need is a collective of people willing to stand strong against this void that seeks to tear us apart.”

You know the way the teachers and adults talk in Charlie Brown? That's what it was kind of like for Sara at the moment. It was kind of like he was talking into some sort of face mask, and just mumbling. It was annoying her further as she continued to glare across the table at Yoda and her Jedi. God, she wanted him to look at her. One look and she would attack him. Right here. Right now.

“What must be done is what I leave to the students of public high school #42...”

God he talked way to much. She turned her head to him as she waited for him to finish his sentence. Was he done? Was he? Ya, he was.

"... this is not up to us to change the school, Not Emily, not David, nor Rem or I can do it ourselves it’s up to you the individuals to save us."

Even before he was finished she stood. "Fuck that shit..." And in one quick movement she was on top of the table. With another few quick steps she was close enough, and her foot was heading for Jeremiahs face, her qi fully activated to hit him, the faint green wind flowing softly over her skin. The foot would connect, and there would be a big boom! She loved the boom! And the force from her qi would hit him and throw him clear off the roof <3

OOC - Posts till next 'burst' -5
STR +5, DEX +5

[Gabriel Seran]

It didn’t take but a second for Gabriel to rush the table next to her. Sara Quin had lost it, but deep inside the primal need to see that kind of hostility was much sought after, he could see how much she’d improved her speed, her vigilance was far greater than their last match the one which they’d met. He was to have great goals in store.

In a moment he was at her side with a hand on her shoulder pulling her back slightly. With the training he’d undertaken it wouldn’t prove to be too hard but still he tugged lightly enough not to thrust her back.

In a low but almost fiery voice he announced silently to her, “This is neither the time nor the place for little feuds like this save it!” Gabriel’s body moved to separate the pair, if they wanted to fight here it would be through him and nothing would impede his plans for this school.

“You,” He pointed to Sara, “Take it elsewhere.” As he got close enough to whisper low enough so that no one would be able to hear he said, “After this I’d have a word… parking lot”

[Bastille]

Bastille knew she was late upon the moment her eyes touched every other face matching with chairs. Though she couldn’t quite tell is she was exactly the last, she certainly wasn’t on time. Neither was she properly dressed, for she came in slippers and a nightgown, more old fashioned then new. Her hair was pulled up into a messy up-do full of bobby pins and mini clips. The text had woken her from a sleep and it was obvious with the whole thing she was most deeply unammused. A high clicking of the tongue could be heard from her as she pull herself from the shadows. To what atrocity had this text been sent for…or was it soothing words to rile the masses. Whatever ends this may come to, she rather not be apart of it. (for it appeared greatly to resemble a senate meeting) Strong where the words of the text, she guessed it should have been obvious that this was not a simply request for a battle.

Crimson hues came to see most everyone else sitting around the table, and most of the faces she recognized. It was then her eyes lit upon deep green eyes, and her frown increased. Despite the text being nameless the clues seem to fit too perfectly to him. And she was hardly wrong when it came to body language and the way he stood next to the table.

“pardone’” she said in a heavy French accent marred over with her own British one. Fire could almost erupt from her eyes and mouth, the venom ran cold. It was obvious her distaste for this meeting. It went against her morals, to avoid all fighting. The advantage was hers if she left, ignored this conflict…after all the one thing the people at this school needed to learn was that they where in flipping high school, and there to learn not to be this pettily immature. But her feet kept her from moving from the spot. Something inside her, most likely honor (or the slight nagging that this was actually of some importance). She only stared at Gabriel before closing her eyes and crossing her arms. It wouldn’t be of to much harm to stay, but if things got to much in her distaste she would simply leave and let them have their business in peace.

In a way…he was turning into Lelouch…from that one anime Homi loved so much.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah had no problem with the girl- he had put an end to her attitude within five minutes of their first fight, but not in the same way as most would. He didnt do it to prove his overwhelming dominance, he did it to protect himself and those he cared- those he must. He didnt miss, however, the long suffering glare and stare that was following after him. Even as the female moved to her seat her gaze didnt leave the large body of Jeremiah Sykes, and as his eyes rested upon her, he simply stared back, though not in a threatening way, in a daring way. Almost asking her to try something to give him an excuse to bust her up. He was tired of the good guy gig. Then the man started talking.

Jeremiah listened to every word, almost laughing out loud. the guy wanted to align himself with Jeremiah "The Tank" Sykes? No way in hell. Then again, if Bix liked what she heard, he wouldnt be having a say in the matter. He would follow her to whatever end, be in one in this males foolish conquest or on another escapade that was yet to come. His eyes snapped back into focus. The girl had moved suddenly, jerking her body onto the table and rushing toward him. Jeremiah simply sat there, watching her foot sail upwards, he body glowing green as it had before. He wouldnt move- he couldnt even if he wanted to. He had to be assaulted before he could actually defend, so instead of looking at the shoe, he kept his eyes on hers, chucking up his chin, right where the foot would connect, in the ultimate act of defiance.

The male, the on in the suit, stopped her though, and Jeremiah almost cursed him for it. He would continue to isit still as stone and take whatever came his way as it happened.

OOC((Shitty post- my apologies))

[bix]

Company
&& Intrigue

The door opened. Again and again. Thrice it would open. Two more. Females emerged. From the school. And upon the roof. Their footsteps. Fell. She sighed. Gently. almost glad. That she was now. Not the only. Female there. It was not. That it would be. A bad thing. Necessarily. But she was not. Normal. It took a. Select. Kind of man. To wish. To deal with a girl. That had blank eyes. Blue hair. And extremely. Fair skin. Sitting beneath. A black lace. Umbrella. Shading her skin. As well as. Casting beautiful shadows. From the lace. On her skin. Most looked. At the witch. And believed her. Gothic. Because of. The dark colors. The lace. And the pale skin. But she did not. Care what. They thought. Her fashion. Was her choice. And she cared. Not for the. Opinions of others.

The third time. The door swung. Open. Upon the hinges. The telltale. Squeak. Showed such. Her eyes flittered. To the door. And found. None other than. Jeremiah there. In the door way. She did not smile. Nor really. Acknowledge him. Liberty. Was happy. To have him here. But Bix.. cared not. For the large man. That seemed. To hate the person. That wanted. To be wanted. So badly. Bix was becoming. Stronger every day. She was not only. Stronger in mind. But body. And Bix found. That she could. Indeed use. Her intelligence readily. Jeremiah. Crossed the roof. Sinking down. Beside her. Bix nodded. At him. And she went back. Giving her attention. To the one. In the suit. It was a nice suit. Though his hair. Looked like shit. She much preferred. The hair. From their introduction. After the chess. Tournament. That day.

Emptiness. She was intrigued. As to what. He assumed. Their emptinesses were. What was it. That had made him. Decide. On the group. At hand. Several men. Several women. Sitting there. And yet Bix. Could see no. Real simularities. And she doubted. One little thin man. Could really. Fill the voids within. All these people. Did he really. Have what it took. To become something. That great? Or was he merely. Seeking another. Victory yet. Again. Standing strong. Against this void. The one. That apparently. Threatened. To tear them apart. Which void. Was it? For she could not. See anything. That all. Of these people. Were experiencing. At the same time. It was up to 'us'. The individuals. To save 'them'. Bix listened. And yet. She found. That she was not quite sure. What was going on. Perhaps she was. Missing a vital clue.

~Speaks this man, of strange things, do tell if you know what knowledge he seeks..~

This was spoken. To the one. Jeremiah. Who sat beside her. Close enough. That his presence. Was comfortable. Their bond. Had begun. The night. It had been forced. Into place. And solidified. More. When he had. Slept beside her. After the attack. And then near permanent. Status was achieved. When. She had been. Beaten brutally. By her father. Near to hospitalization. And that. Probably. Would have been best. But Jeremiah. Had nursed her wounds. And gotten her back. To health. Unable to let her die. And she felt. Perhaps. They had grown. Closer still. It was one of the reasons. Why Bix did not. Move. When the attack happened. The little girl. From the hallway. Some days ago. Was the one. That jumped up. On the table. And began racing. Across it. Bix's blue eyes. Followed her. As she rocketed. Across. It's surface. And with the intent. To hurt Jeremiah. But through the bond. She could tell. Jeremiah. Was unworried. Almost.. eager. To fight this girl. And Bix. Saw no reason. That he. Should not be. Able to do. Just that.

However. She was stopped. Moments later. When Gabriel. Pulled on her collar. And so the attack. Did not. Indeed happen. Disappointment. Flooded. The back of her mind. From Jeremiah. But she knew. The girl and him. Would indeed. Fight another day. But when. Was the question. Bix looked over. At Jeremiah.

Bix however. Was the only one. It seemed. That sat around the table. That would speak. First.

"Count yourself, among the individuals, set to save this establishment you do not?" Bix's eyes. alighted. Upon Gabriel. Her guarded eyes. Blank. and yet. Sharp. "Inform us then, perhaps, of set goals you wish it we the individuals, to acheive."

[Ryuu]

Ryuu, by this time, had unfolded his legs, and was now resting his right elbow on the table, the side of his face cradled in the palm of his hand, as he heard the sound of the rooftop door open, and saw from the corner of his eye, Trizen, one of his friends look in amazement at the furniture arranged up here. "Morning." Ryuu merely nodded in acknowledgment at Trizen, who had stuck a stick of gum in his mouth before sitting down. Ryuu then heard the door open once more, and saw that this time, it was David Blaze, from the Militia meeting. He saw him pat Trizen on the back as he passed by him, before taking a seat three chairs down, kicking his legs up. The door opened once more, and Ryuu saw a very pale girl come walking, no, more like gliding over to them, an umbrella protecting her from the suns rays. "Greetings, to you all." Her speech pattern reminded Ryuu very much of Yoda from Star Wars, but kept this to himself. Then out of nowhere, Ryuu heard the sound of a kingflute playing, followed by a scene almost like an ancient Japanese movie, Emily come walking out of nowhere, dressed in an intricate Japanese costume.

But it wasn't the costume that caught Ryuu's attention, seeing as he was from Japan himself, but her hair. Normally white, it was black today. Ryuu had to stop his jaw from dropping, not from shock, but because Emily looked, dare he mention it...? "Beautiful..." He said quietly, though Emily could probably hear it, as he smiled back at Emily once she had finished. "Good morning." Bowing his head slightly to her in greeting, he heard the sound of the door opening once more, and turned to look, only to blink once in surprise, before his eyes returned to normal. It was Sara, and although she was smiling, the smile did not reach her eyes, they were cold and harsh, not like how she used to be, when Ryuu encountered her a few times. He could see the burn mark that she had kept hidden up to this point, as well as, as soon as she came closer, scars, bruises, and half healed cuts all along her arms, her damp hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Hope is over rated... So... Who do I get to kill...?" Ryuu's expression darkened at these words, he had feared the worst as soon as he saw her eyes. She had changed, in more ways than one.

"Move." Ryuu heard a gruff voice say, as he saw it was the guy he had fought against, but had left not even 5 minutes into the fight. He saw him brush past Sara before taking a seat next to the girl with very pale skin, on her left. He saw Gabriel look at each of them, before beginning. “As you can see, this table here is symbolic, I am no King Arthur nor do I intend to be. I hope I can speak for all of us this day, there is an emptiness here in each of us and we need something to fill it.” Ryuu eyes followed Gabriel as he walked around the table, using his hands to talk, standing strong. “We don’t need this. We don’t need gangs or doctoral controls to enforce our school, all we need is a collective of people willing to stand strong against this void that seeks to tear us apart.” Ryuu had no doubt Gabriel was referring to Militia, seeing as Ryuu himself had observed that it was falling apart at the seams. He saw Gabriel make his way back to his seat before finishing. “What must be done is what I leave to the students of public high school #42, this is not up to us to change the school, Not Emily, not David, nor Rem or I can do it ourselves it’s up to you the individuals to save us.” But before Gabriel had finished speaking, Ryuu saw Sara stand up.

"Fuck that shit..." And in one quick movement, he saw her on top of the table, in a few quick steps, he saw her foot aim straight for Jeremy's face, as he saw the telltale sign of her Qi activating, the faint green wind flowing over her body. But just as quick as she had tried to attack Jeremy, Gabriel rushed the table next to her, and was beside her, his hand on her shoulder, pulling her back slightly, moving in between the two to separate them. “You,” Ryuu saw him point to Sara, “Take it elsewhere.” Ryuu however, was distracted by the sound of someone clicking their tongue, before a girl clad in a nightgown and slippers appeared out of the shadows, so he did not see Gabriel whisper something to Sara. “Pardone.” Ryuu could hear the fire and venom in the girl's voice, despite the heavy French accent, but the dark expression on his face never wavered, even as she closed her eyes and folded her arms, it was quite clear, she was not amused. "Count yourself, among the individuals, set to save this establishment you do not? Inform us then, perhaps, of set goals you wish it we the individuals, to achieve." "The Pillars," Ryuu said simply, finally speaking after staying silent all this time, "You wish to remove them, correct?"