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| By the pricking of my thumbs...; [open] Or; the ingression of a certain William S, murderer. | |
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| Fake Crowley | Jan 30 2011, 03:03 PM Post #1 |
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Something vaguely amoral but not evil, per se, or even all that wicked, this way comes, albeit begrudgingly, I don't know, do I look like a poet to you? Honestly… It was a slightly brighter than usual and generally uncloudy midafternoon. If you were to have been walking along the front gate, you would have heard a sigh. Walking along it was a rather uninteresting boy of average looks, height, and weight, pulling a rolling suitcase along after him absentmindedly and occasionally cursing as the thing overturned. His name was William, and he was a convicted murderer. It's not like he'd killed a lot of people, or even committed third degree murder--he had killed one person, and then only accidentally. True, he was no saint--the drug tests he was submitted to confirmed that--but he could have been worse. Luckily for him, the trauma of committing a murder had unlocked a latent power--the power to rotate things around axis's. Not a particularly spectacular power, but enough to get him into Shin. It should be mentioned, at this point, that while it's not superstrength, axis turning can be used to deadly extremes. All those his powers had yet to blossom, he had been practicing, and had come up with all sorts of fun uses for the power. And, for that reason, a collar monitor was placed around his neck, connected to his nervous system. Via a few strategically timed electric shocks, it forced his brain to constantly use his powers on various molecules of air, stopping him from actually using his power on anyone or anything. It also made him stand out. Around him, people were glaring at him cautiously--some backing away, others defiantly holding their ground. Either way, people reacted to him, and noticed him. It was subtle, at first--maybe a person stiffening as he came into view, or moving as they saw him walking in their general direction in his haste to get to the boy’s dorm so he could drop off his rather unwieldy suitcase. Whatever the case, it was clear that they had heard of him. Or, rather, of course they had heard of him. Rumors spread like wildfire at schools, and this school was no exception. Their school had accepted a murderer, who was here as his punishment. Whispers and comments were spoken into strained ears, talking about who he was...what he had done. The school, despite the regular world saving, universe breaking, and epic fighting between students capable of destroying entire planets, mostly consisted of normal, peaceful, even intelligent kids. This, "William," was different. An exception. It's not like they were cruel to him, or even picked a fight with him, as he walked along. They just...noticed him. Fear, pity, empathy, anger...all these emotions flooded through them, as they struggled to comprehend the reality of the fact that one of their own had killed someone—a fellow abnormal had murdered someone in cold blood. People imagined horrific sights of him ripping his enemy to shreds with his psychic powers, laughing as he did so as the fires of hell stared out of his eyes--but the reality was far worse. He didn't have his conditioning as a non-human to blame, he wasn't picked on or bullied because of his powers, and he didn't even use his powers to kill the guy: He had done it as a human, with a knife, completely unintentionally, before becoming one of them. Somehow, that reality--the thought that he wasn't some murderous maniacal metahuman, but a normal kid who just so happened to kill someone--scared them more than anything. Some, of course, felt sorry for him. After all, he had his Freudian excuses, he had troubles at home and all that jazz; society made him a killer, it was an accident. Some felt angry that he had taken a life—completely understandable. Some even felt empathy for him. Of course, the rumours and the interest would die within days—as soon as the next new interesting thing happened, he'd be long forgotten. But, for right then and right there...he was what everyone was thinking about, what they were talking about. Yes, nobody would care in a day or so, but he would always be remembered: Not as William, but as Billy Stab, murderer. And so he hated them. --------------- William sighed, and turned his attention to one of the people glaring at him defensively. "Well?" he asked the boy, a teenager of...seventeen, or possibly eighteen. "Is there something wrong?" "Yes, actually." So spoke the kid. The people around him took a step forward--while they weren't willing to actively assault another student, even if he was a murderer, they were perfectly willing to defend one of their own. "You're Billy Stab...right?" "I prefer William," said the delinquent, matter-of-factly, as if discussing the weather. He didn't sound angry, didn't sound cold, just sounded like...tired, as if he was used to this sort of thing. "What of it?" "You...you perfect asshole," the student hissed, barely suppressed rage blazing in his eyes. "You strut through the halls, as if you own the place, as if you're something special. You're not, you know that? You aren't important, you aren't special or anything. You're acting like you're some hot shot just because everyone's scared of you, and the arrogance you're emitting...it's repulsive." William blinked. "Uh. Huh. What?" The student sighed. "I'm an empath, and I can tell what you're feeling. And it disgusts me. You don't have any right to think you're better than anyone else, you don't have any right to feel all the self pity you're feeling. You deserve everything that's happening to you, you dick. I heard what you did to that kid. Yes, it was self defense. But you did it anyways. So don't feel those sorts of emotions, like you're the only guy who's ever suffered. You're not." William's blank look turned to one of rage. "What the devil do you know, you prick? I can feel whatever the hell I want. What gives you the right to decide what I feel?" The empath clenched his fists. His friends did as well, but he shook his head. "This is my fight," he spoke. "I have to--" He was interrupted by a kick between the legs, followed by an uppercut to the face. Collapsing to the ground, his nose bleeding and in considerable pain above the knees, he glanced up, only to recieve a snap kick to the face. "Rule number one," William said calmly as the empath collapsed to the floor, unconscious. "Always attack someone when they're talking." He smiled, and glanced around. "Anyone else? I'm unarmed, and have no powers. Anyone got the balls to try and beat up on someone weaker than them? Anyone want to gang up on a single kid?" Edited by Fake Crowley, Jan 30 2011, 03:10 PM.
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| Fin | Jan 30 2011, 09:40 PM Post #2 |
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"I would," A particularly loud voice came from above the rest of them. But at the very same time it was cold, harsh, and full of malice. Always the kind of voice one would expect Izumi River to use on anyone he intends to crush with a most humiliating defeat. If they looked up, they would see a hooded figure, hanging over the lamp post emanating a deathly killer aura, his mouth curled upwards in a devilish smirk. Of course, the badass aura was nullified by how ridiculous he looked hanging over a lamp post like that. "Oh, uh..." He started, only just realizing how utterly ludicrous he looked. "I was changing the bulb. Yeah. It was broken," And just to prove the point, he flipped his legs up, kicking the bulb to smithereens, causing glass shards to rain upon the whole group. Without causing any harm, of course. "See? It's broken," He released his grip from the lamp post, letting himself drop to the ground. From that height, a normal person would have suffered from broken body parts, depending on how they land. But River landed lightly on his feet, on top of a faintly glowing blue magic circle. He straightened up after his land, the Fractional Gravity Circle faded to nothingness, glancing back and forth at the unconscious kid on the floor and the single one facing the rest of them with hostility. Deja vu. Only this time the role seemed to have been reversed. "I have no idea what's going on here, but since this morning I'm feeling pretty pissed off for some reason," He exclaimed with an air of malevolence. What else is there to expect from an asshole? "Mind if I beat you down with the assumption that you're the one who made the first strike?" Edited by Fin, Jan 31 2011, 02:09 AM.
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| Kounoko | Jan 31 2011, 02:38 PM Post #3 |
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Another day at school. What a day. Hey! What's over there. It looks like a few guys are fighting. "Let's go! Kamu-Chan." you said. Hey, you are going over to stop them? How nice of you. I am sure with a cute girl like you requesting them to stop, they will cool down... Hey... what are you doing? You are putting some newspaper on the floor, then put a tablecloth over them, before laying two cotton cushions, just what are you trying to do? "Hey, sit down, Kamu-Chan, it's not everyday we see this." You remarked as you took out a packet of pop corn, "Life Action MMA right in front of us, this is really something to watch." And offered me the pop corn. "Yume-Chan!" That's just so mean! "We should be trying to stop them! Fighting isn't nice." Edited by Kounoko, Jan 31 2011, 02:40 PM.
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| Fake Crowley | Feb 1 2011, 03:23 PM Post #4 |
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William looked up at the lamp post, and smiled, a bit dazed. In all honesty, he hadn’t actually expected anyone to take him up on his challenge. Being powerless had its disadvantages, such as getting your ass kicked in fights at a school full of kids single handedly capable of saving the world from monsters that made even the toughest army generals wet their pants. On a daily basis. Out of sheer habit. In other words, there was literally no way he’d actually win this fight, and not only would he lose the fight, he’d lose whatever trust the teachers had granted to him out of sheer concern. He’d be the laughing stock of the entire school, and the teachers would distrust him to boot. In other words, if he fought this fight, he’d lose virtually everything. Of course, this guy was hanging from a lamp post. It’s not like he was really that intimidating. The boy mentioned changing the lightbulb, explaining that it was broken. And, with that, he broke it with his foot, causing glass to rain upon the students like shards of ice, only pointer and covered with chemicals and whatnot. Luckily, nobody seemed to be hurt, but that didn’t change the danger that had been posed. In other words, this boy didn’t actually care whether or not he harmed innocent bystanders. Huh, William thought. Kindred spirits, I guess. He chuckled to himself a bit, before the boy dropped from the lamp post. William forgot himself and almost attempted to activate his powers and save the boy, before realizing that A, this boy was his enemy, B, William didn’t have his powers anymore, and C, the boy in question wouldn’t have dropped down if there was the possibility of being injured. Virtually all of the kids at this school had powers, after all. Just as he expected, the boy was saved by his own powers. A blue circle with considerable decoration and fancy symbols and whatnot—William recognized it from his studies prior to coming here as a magic circle, though it didn’t resemble any of the ones he had studied—it wasn’t the famous seal of Solomon, nor the holy circle used by any of the churches. William only saw it briefly, but memorized it nonetheless, and made sure to study it later, in case he ever fought this kid again. Maybe he’d be able to use his knowledge against the kid next time. Was it a family based magical circle, or something the guy had created on his own? Well, it didn’t matter. William would still investigate it, even if it meant asking the other students. “I have no idea what's going on here, but since this morning I'm feeling pretty pissed off for some reason," There was a brief pause, before: "Mind if I beat you down with the assumption that you're the one who made the first strike?" William barely stopped himself from smiling and performing an elaborate yet mocking bow. This was not the time to act arrogant, or to make fun of his opponent—he’d have to act seriously and calmly. Ruining his reputation any more by acting out of hand would not be a wise thing to do. Instead, he spoke calmly—not coolly, not in a mocking tone, but as if this were something to happen to him on a daily basis, as if he wasn’t fazed by what was going on, as if he wasn’t scared shitless at the prospect of getting his ass kicked at the hands of this boy. “To be fair,” he said, staring at his opponent thoughtfully, “I’m the only one who attacked at all. He didn’t get a single blow on me. But it wasn’t my fault. He was asking for it. After all, he…he…” He stopped, and looked down at the unconscious body. “Uh…what did you do again?” The friends of the unconscious kid glared at William. “He did nothing at all!” one of them said crossly. “You just got into a fight with him for no reason!” “Ah, that’s right!” William said cheerfully as he ignored the victim’s friend, snapping his fingers. “He was looking at me funny, and said some not nice words. So we decided to fight. Although I don’t know if fight is the right word—don’t both parties have to actually be attacking each other for it to be a fight? More like, I kicked his ass.” He glanced down at the unconscious boy, and actually looked a bit remorseful. “Sorry about that, mate,” he said in English. Then, in Japanese: “My bad. Tell ya what, I’ll buy you lunch some time to compensate. Savvy?” He turned his attention back to the boy who had called his bluff, and studied him thoughtfully. The magic he had performed…it could have been one of many things. The most obvious was gravity magic, which, judging by the muscular build of the boy, seemed likely. Next, he could have the ability to increase the air density. Also a possibility. The ability to manipulate inertia? Possible, he supposed. In other words, there was no way for William to actually tell what the boy’s powers were. And he had only observed some of the boy’s powers. What if he had more? Would William be able to win? Probably not, he decided. The only way for William to actually win would be for this boy to have no more powers, and even then the odds were strongly against him. And there was no way the boy would have revealed all of his powers before fighting. In other words, William was about to get his ass kicked. To make matters worse, the boy had used what appeared to be magic (Judging from the use of the magic circle) without any incantation. Meaning that not only did he have powers, he could use them quickly. William attempted to come up with a plan, before realizing that he had none. Well, whatever. He’d just have to do what he always did. Wing it. “I don’t suppose you’d particularly mind telling me your name?” William said, circling around the boy as he prepared himself mentally for the beating he was about to receive. “After all, I want to know the name of the guy who’s about to kick my ass. My name’s William, by the way. William Stab.” |
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| Fin | Feb 2 2011, 02:35 PM Post #5 |
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Hurm... Unarmed, no powers... What is he, a masochist, to be asking to be beaten up like that? Or was he just bluffing by saying he's got no powers? He did have the guts to challenge everyone around here. And it seemed their little gimmicks have attracted quite a bit of attention too, including someone who had just decided to take this as a live MMA performance. "50,000 yen per head, if you don't mind," He called out to the two sitting just a fair distance away from the rest of them. "Told you before, didn't I, Kamu? Cosplayers are not cheap," He smirked slightly at the pony-tailed girl. Huh, who would have thought that she'd be acquainted with that Zhimeng girl. Perhaps he should tell her that Zhimeng herself was attacked by a minotaur herself? Meh, too much trouble. Back to the new guy... As pissed off as he was (for some unknown plot-inducing reason) and how much he wanted to at least beat someone up, he knows very well right now that starting a fight in the middle of the city like this, especially against someone without any powers would warrant you a great deal of beating. AND ESPECIALLY MORE SO when it attracts the public attention like sugar cubes and ants. You get the idea. "Hurm... I don't really mind. But since I'm not gonna be kicking your ass (for some reason I'm not explaining), the I guess there's really no need for me to tell my name," He said, tapping his chin in mock thinking. "By the way, can't you guys just get your buddy out of here?" He blurted out suddenly to the group of students flocking around them, tapping his shoes at the downed boy. |
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| Kounoko | Feb 2 2011, 03:19 PM Post #6 |
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"Make me, shorty." was your reply to River asking you to pay money to watch then fight. Hey, you are just 9 cm taller then him. And you say it with a smile, and you giggled after that. Well, normally I would call you mean, but considering how much of a jerk he is, I would say he deserve you. "What a coward." You remarked as River decided not to fight the stranger. "Don't try to rush in and pretend to be a big damn hero if you lack the guts to finish the show. What a loser, totally graceless." Hey! Even for a jerk like him, that's too much! Yume-Chan. "Let's go Kamu-Chan," oh well, might as well, there's nothing to see anymore, "Don't waste our time with a couple of pathetic boys who don't have any balls." Yume-Chan~ That's is just so mean! |
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