Trail of Tears (open)

[Legion]

Ah the school. Seemed like the perfect place to be really. Out and about with his new found freedom and he needed to find a place to go play. The school, well that just fit. With the corporal punishment system and all well he couldn't really get in trouble now could he? And with hundreds of students running high on testosterone or some sort of violent tension there were lots of play things for Legion. It really had been too long since he had made someone suffer. Also he couldn't remember the last time he made some one suffer who wasn't offered up to him on a platter. That was no fun, necessary at times, but what was the point? There was no joy in it. The full thrill of the thing came from the whole process being one, from the selection to the hunt, all the way down to the last breath.

But now, in this new hunting grounds, he had free reign. It was the morning, and he was dressed like any other student. Pair of loose fitting jeans and a grey t shirt, of course his collar as well. Walking down the crowded halls looking for his prey. Oh, how hard it was to be patient. Any would suffice in filling his needs but what he really wanted was one that would put up a struggle. One that would be a challenge, or at least not roll over and die like it looked like half the population here would. Anyone who would put up a struggle really.

But how to find such a person? It was unlikely that he'd be able to just pick the right one out, but rather he'd half to draw them out. But what was the best method? He could stop a fight, but then he'd seem like the good guy, everyone would try and go on their merry way, even if he was excessively violent. He could just beat up some strong looking mook but perhaps that would backfire too, and get everyone too scared to respond. He wished to be a little more refined then just beating up some random student but that was the easiest, though there was no guarantee that some one strong enough to do anything would show up. Eventually Legion would decide on a variation of that method, one that would fulfill a need for suffering, but not to the degree he was looking for.

The aftermath of which let to a weak looking student still trying to crawl away, broken and bloodied. Unable to muster the strength to gasp out for help anymore he continued to try and crawl away from legion who was continuing to kick or step on limbs he had broken previously. The student leaving a trail of blood in his desperate attempt to get away, along with a series of other bodies. Bodies that weren't left crumpled there because of the student of course but they were would be heroes for the boy crawling so feebly. They hadn't been worth the effort though so Legion hadn't stopped his little game yet, though he was getting close.

Annoyance in his tone he spoke, demonic tones hard to miss, "So boring, all of these people..."

[Cael Seran]

Cael could empathize. Boring... That seemed to be the key word of the day or maybe month even as Cael had gone through much of the student body in patronizing little fights here and there struggling for some sense of dominance over it all. A quirked grin as he shuffled out towards the courtyard as a student bloodied others marking them as they tried meager escapes. Cael turned his bright hues towards the boy deeming him a familiar face but not one too familiar enough to put a name to him. In fact there were few Cael considered to be "friendly" sorts. Nonetheless the boy hobbled down the steps to the court before prancing up to meet him.

"Couldn't agree with you more yo..."

His words stopped short as those emerald hues sized him up reminded all too much of a familiar piece of attire that'd just sort of stuck out to him. Cael turned a sick sort of grin as he formed his words well.

"Damn man I didn't realize bondage was so popular at this school, I would have reworked my hook-up strategy to include lots of BDSM."

A laugh deep in his throat curdling at the joke but knowing all too well of the serious implications behind the hardware that the boy was sporting. He was a friend of Azura's better yet, an experiment perhaps?

[Azura]

Azura had been running a bit late. She had not seen Legion this morning and now, as she worked her way through the hallways, she tried to focus on where he was, seeking him out. She could sense he was on the prowl, so to speak, looking for something to break, to destroy and to cause suffering to. It was all he wanted when the demon was out and about, and though the thoughts of such made her stomach turn she could not fault him for it. It was his nature, nothing more.

Sighing softly, dressed in her usual white dress, the one which hung down to her knees, she would slip past a familiar group of students, allowing them to sneer and comment silently about her, thinking she could not hear them. A soft sigh passing her lips as she shook her head. She had already passed judgment upon them, she had just yet to deliver the word to anyone, holding off their punishment for as long as she possibly could.

Then, suddenly, as she rounded another corner she felt that link to Legion flare to life, signifying that he was near. Not near enough for her to begin soothing the demon, but close enough that he would know she was there.

However, no sooner had hazel eyes fallen upon him, than they shifted to the sound of a familiar voice. Her heart seeming to speed up just a fraction as her gaze turned toward Cael. Yes, she had a crush on him, and though she wasn't sure, she thought that perhaps it was no real secret at this time. Still, the fact that he stood there, speaking to Legion...to her demon....it worried her and made her want to rush forward and stop this before it even began.

Yet....she held back. No, she was not backing down on the promise she made to him, she was just not about to step in and shame him in front of anyone. Not about to make it seem as if the boy needed saving when she was certain he needed anything but. Also, she did not wish to go against her Legion...she was too closely bound to him, that to do such would only cause herself pain. Still, she had made a promise to Cael, and should push come to shove she would have to step in...the consequences of breaking her word far too great to ignore.

Softly, she would bite her lower lip and then move to take a step back, pressing herself into the wall and for now, remaining out of the way. Well within sight, but not in the way of any potential fight or talk they may choose to have.

[Legion]

Legion turned to the boy who agreed with him. Unlike the boy though, Legion had no memory of Cael, and so to him he was even less of a thought to him the usual. However Legion did sense some strength in the boy, enough to have some fun with at least. Not too much fun, but at least his attitude so far would suggest that he would be less of a push over then the others. Though he did note that this boy seemed to be of a less then noble persuasion. Interesting, interesting indeed.

But that alone wouldn't save him. No, Legion needed somebody to suffer. Someone worthy. So that both of them would know who the better was. Kindred spirits meant nothing to him, even if the kid was evil, Legion didn't like to be ruled over. A demon thing no doubt. Those he listened to held power over him, that being the only reason why he did such.

A sick grin of his own began to form as Legion heard the kid's joke about his collar. Most interesting indeed. Pride was there, not that Legion didn't have his own pride, but in this case this was amusing. Legion loved pride, if only because he liked breaking it. He liked wounding pride. Perhaps he would not kill this boy, should he be particularly prideful. It was always fun to see those types groveling around after their pride broke. Limping around like broken creatures. Yes, Legion would allow this boy to leave, only after he showed him how weak he really was. Breaking someone mentally, so much harder, but so much more worth it.

Before Legion had a chance to reply though his senses perked up as he could tell that Azura was nearing his direction. There was no visible chance in his demeanor though. The demon could easily feel her presence, sense her emotions, and tell where she was like it was breathing. Feeling these things, without reaction was quite easy. As she neared Legion felt her eyes on him. Not near enough to stop what was about to happen, lessen the darkness of his heart, but near enough to watch the event unfold. But more importantly he felt her heart flutter, in a manner which denoted affection, more then sisterly affection, most importantly it was not directed towards him. It was directed to the boy in front of him.

Now what you needed to understand about Legion was that he was not like Azura. He was, and he wasn't. Where as she would be crushed at the sight or feel of something like this, Legion was not. He was simply angry. She was his, his alone. Their connection between the two of them making this bond important, special if you will. But Legion didn't blame her, oh no, he couldn't. It just wasn't possible. There was no explanation he could give to as why, but he did.

All of his blame went on the boy in front of him, causing his sick little grin to curl more. The game he was about to play had just changed. Sure there was a little more anger in him, but not alarmingly so. There always had been anger in his heart unless Azura took it away so it was not likely that she would notice the specifics of his anger. At least not right away. All it would appear as now was his anger and need to cause suffering to be poured out onto this boy. And so with a grin he'd ask the boy, demonic tones still in his voice, "Tell me, are you as pathetic as these students here? Are you as weak?"

[Cael Seran]

The boy replied with something of a dull response in Cael's opinion. Something robotic in the way he spoke, methodical, murderous. Cael knew the expression all too well from further exploits of his own but nothing that quite sent a chill up his spine as this. Fear? Sure it was present but the thing that kept lingering on the surface was the debilitating need to latch out and throw down against this opponent wanting to see if that cold facade expressed was really the face of a killer or just another face presented for him. A tease.

"Haha, Not quite sure what you're looking for here bud, maybe a good time? You can get that around back plenty of insatiable little palythings to contend with."

Cael would prolong his taunting a bit more lingering on the subject of the collar. Azura had made mention of its purpose and it made the boy curious as to how he could use that to his advantage. Maybe attempt to remove it, perhaps that would have an adverse effect in response to his foe. However strong he was a million deaths suffering would sure do far worse than what Cael could manage. As hard as that might be for the youth to admit, berating his own strengths.

[Azura]

Azura pressed herself into the wall, her shoulders resting there as her hands folded together in front of her, attention shifting from Cael for a moment to glance back at Legion who's mood had shifted. It was subtle, hard for her to get a solid read on, but if she had to guess...it was almost as though he felt.....angrier. Her brow arching at the thought, not sure what, in this short span of time, could have caused such a thing, or even if it was true. With so many vile, horrid emotions running freely within him it was hard to quite understand if they grew worse or not, his calm demeanor helping little.

Then as the other voice, the one that she was beginning to know so well, spoke up, her brow would furrow slightly and for some very odd reason a tinge of some emotion she had rarely ever felt began to surface as he made mention of "playthings" and where such could be located. She had been around long enough to know what that word meant around this school, and she usually found the world to be atrocious and despised hearing of another referred to as such. But in this instance, well, she felt just the slightest hint of jealousy upon hearing it.

It was a very odd emotion for her to experience, enough so that it caused her to tilt her head and blink a bit in confusion. She didn't fully understand it, and was forced to play the last few seconds over in her head to determine where it had come from. Surely she did not think Legion would partake in such things? Right?

A quick, resounding "no" issued within her mind at such a thought. He would kill whatever lurked behind the school should he venture there. Not that she particularly approved of such behavior, but that was no reason to be jealous.

Then those hazel eyes settled upon Cael and it hit her. It was because of him she felt this oddly...human...emotion. He knew where they existed, he knew because perhaps he had ventured back there. If there had been some hidden meaning to his words, or some joke behind them, it was lost on Azura. No, she was jealous because in her mind, this meant that he had experienced, or would at some point, this area.

A thought flashing across her mind to visit said place first, to do a little clean up of the area, so to speak. Though she was quick to dismiss it and shake her head, ridding herself of such preposterous thoughts.. They were uncharacteristic of her, and besides, it was not like she had any right. She had a love for Legion which she could not, or would not break. A bound with him that ran deeper than anything two mortals could feel for one another.......

......and yet....

Again she caught herself mid thought and was quick to try and wipe it from her mind, closing her eyes even to avoid looking to him as she drew in a slow, deep breath and found her center once more, all emotions seeming to slowly settle within her and that calm, relaxed, cool facade coming into place once more. Honestly, she was going to have to stop being so silly and just straighten up. Get her head back in the game. It was just that simple.

[Legion]

Legion gave a chuckled little sneer at the boy's comment. Funny. He wasn't really bothered by it. Not in the least. Taunting was a game really. Like foreplay. Fun for a little while, but eventually, it just wasn't enough. Although, he wasn't quite done yet, more then willing to put up with it a little while longer. Just to wait and see who'd win this game. Well it was important one way or another Legions just wasn't sure how important anymore. Rather, how much he cared about winning. His drive now, was simple really. Though as he thought of that goal of causing suffering, well, he wanted to do it right. Fine, perhaps he should play that game. Once again that allusion of foreplay coming to mind. The better the foreplay, well that hardly needed explaining now right?

"I was looking for a fight to be honest," Legion said with an earnest chuckle, "But I was trying to do the whole song and dance, not be too forward about it. Not sure if you caught on though because now this is just getting awkward. That or you're avoiding a fight because you cant. And if that's the case, then I don't want to anyway. I'm bored of fighting weaklings."

With that Legion would take a few steps away, keeping him in eyesight, but moving to leave. Willing too, if he wasn't going to stop playing games then Legion was out. He could take care of this punk later...

[Cael Seran]

A casual smirk; Cael liked this guy, not to much in the sense of personality, Cael knew all too well that this guy would get on his nerves eventually but for the time being was very blunt in the advances of a fight. Well then, that was simply glorious. Letting his hands carry up from his sides, fingers interlocking to crack them matter of factly over his head and stretch upwards Cael would laugh jovially.

"Damn man, you really do jump to the point, perfect, that's just what I'm looking for."

Letting his hands droop back to his sides he'd shrug nonchalantly offering up his guard, those hands coming up to ball into fists over his face and offering forth a fierce grin. "Then lets get to it tough guy."

Cael would watch the guy carefully, anyone who took this casual of an attempt at even low brow warriors was to be considered dangerous. Fiercesome in the face of a battle. It was just what Cael was looking for, someone who was willing to spill a little bit of blood.

[Legion]

That sick little grin crossed his face as the boy in front of him cracked his knuckles and laughed. Legion knew that he was getting what he wanted now. A fight? At least for a little bit. That all depended on how good this kid was. But no, that wasn't his end game. His end game was something more, sinister. What exactly? He wasn't quite so sure himself, but it did end with the kid as a corpse, anything before that was really up for grabs. Listening to the boy as the he offered Legion his guard, admitting that this was what he was looking for.

As the boy gave him a fierce grin, bidding him to come forward with his words confident Legion would only give a knowing smile. He knew how this was going to end, before it started. Was he smart? Yes. Did he know that even one lucky punch could change everything? Yes. But let's not forget that he's also a demon. He had his own pride too after all. Although one had to wonder whether it was actually pride, or perhaps confidence. Only one way to find out.

Legion finally lifted his guard, a right handed stance, left foot forward, right foot behind, diagonally. On the balls of his feet, knees bent, chin tucked. His hands were up near his face similar to the boys, however his palms faced outward towards the boy. More of a Muay Thai stance. It was just how Legion had always fought, since his birth. A skill he generally assumed he knew inherently because he was a demon.

Stepping forward fast, with his left foot, trailing wtih his right Legion would send out a left jab towards the boy's face. Fast and crisp like a whip, arm locking and tension given at the last second to give it that whip like feel, quickly returning the left hand back to his guard. But for that moment that was all. Legion just wanted to feel this kid out. Not because he was scared of him, rather he wanted to toy with him. Counter fight not for the sake of it's advantages, but rather to methodically pick the boy apart at his every mistake. Yes, Legion decided, that would be more satisfying then instantly going for the boys throat...

OOC: Just figured I'd post because Azura's a spectator for the moment.

[Azura]

Azura winced slightly as Cael spoke up, once more drawing Legion's attention toward him. Honestly, she had been hoping that he would let Legion walk away, but even as she thought that, she realized that no such thing was possible. After all, wasn't that one of the things she liked about Cael? That he was about as stubborn and determined as she was? That he was always itching for a good fight? To become more than what he was?

Gah! The thoughts alone made her stomach do that silly little flip thing, her little hand fluttering to it to try and settle it as she pressed her back into the lockers and drew in a deep breath. She wasn't going to interfere, not now at least. She knew that Cael was far too stubborn to accept her help and she knew that Legion would only grow more angry if she tried to stop this from happening. No, for now it was best to let them have at it, as hard as that might be for her. She would just have to keep an eye on them and bring the fight to an end if Cael ended up at the point where Legion would try and take his life. Something she had no doubt he would do if he got the chance.

The idea of that doing something very strange to her emotions, though to be honest she wasn't entirely sure what it was or even how to begin describing it. Though it was something she would definitely have to put some thought into later on when she had time to do so. For now however, she would have to resign herself to staying pressed against the cold steel locker and watching the events that were unfolding before her.

[Kevala Katashi]

This was really getting old. The whole "I am a big bad guy and I am going to kill you" thing. She had heard from Kazumi about Patrick's little visit, about his new persona/identity and all that good crap, and to say she wasn't pleased was an understatement. But yet she had held herself back from instantly stripping the little prick of his title just because she didn't want him to come bitching and moaning to her about how unfair it was just because of personal issues.

Now though...well now he had been causing trouble all over the school and as a result, she found herself positively giddy with delight at the fact that she had a damn good reason to strip him of the title. The thought even enough to bring a smile to her lips as she sauntered her way down the staircase toward the hall in which Patrick, or whatever he called himself now, was trying to attack her.......well.......whatever Cael was to her now. (That part being a little fuzzy given recent events and all.)

As she turned the corner, she would allow her icy hues to look over the two boys, not even noticing the redhead as she leaned up against the lockers. Nope, she had one thing in mind, and that was the red tie which her eyes easily enough settled upon.

Moving flawlessly, as always, she would come up behind Cael and move to brush her fingers against his arm as she walked past. "Getting into more trouble I see. Well hopefully this doesn't wear you out too much, I had hoped to meet with you later." Purring the words forth before she would step between the two and cast one final glance at Patrick.

One swift movement of her hand snatching up the red tie that he had on his person and tearing it away from him. A little smile plastered upon her lips, however fake it might have been. "Sorry. You fucked up. No School Captain's title for you." Twirling the tie about her little fingers as she stepped out of the way and threw the tie at Cael. "Consider it a loan unless you wish to keep it. We can discuss it later. Carry on." A dismissive wave of her hand before sauntering off down the hallway, not a bit of attention paid to what they were doing, figuring it wouldn't end well, but guessing that Cael could use the little boost. Besides, it was her right to choose somebody for the title, seeing as how she had been the one to strip it. A satisfied little grin curling upon her lips as she carried on about her business.

OOC: Since the title was stripped, Kev can choose the new School Captain person. So yeah...for this thread at least, Cael is the SC until he gives the tie back to Kev....so adjust your guys' stats accordingly.

Oh and FYI, I have already discussed this with Tim, so its okay, just in case anyone is wondering.

[Cael Seran]

Guard up he didn't actually suspect Kevala to be the one to break the ice striding confidently enough in between them and offering forth a grabby gesture to snatch forth the tie and toss it towards Cael. Admittedly he was caught a little off guard by it letting the tie string around his taut upright guard and eventually settling around the inside of his elbow. Hmm? Cael offered a speculative glance as she proposed him the new captain meaning this was the old one. Ahh thats where he'd been mentioned before, this was Kazumi's baby daddy. Hah! The laughable turn of events resolving around unto this day.

Cael curved forth a wry grin not actually wanting the title so much as it's power. As much as he wanted to keep the thing he was going to have to forsake it eventually. He was no leader anyway, least of all for the likes that this school needed. Gripping tightly Cael would wrap the tie around his left hand marking his knuckles in a sort of band to give him that small measure or resistance before Patrick struck out at him. A left jab fairly apparent for a first strike but it was not too indifferent from his own style of attack forcing Cael to break back on his right leg to absorb the blow as his right forearm came up to take it, blocking and glancing the blow off to right, and as though Patrick would repeal the blow as any good fighter should Cael's glance should have bought him a small opening for about a second where he would strike. Stepping inward on his left foot Cael would drive his left fist down between Pat's right guard and left thrust to attack the lower rib cage. This would invariably leave a part of Cael exposed but for his own sake he'd try to mediate a bit of the attack.

Upon contact or lack thereof Cael would left his left shoulder to about his ear retaining any direct strike on his neck thus reducing serious spinal trauma. As for his head he'd try tucking it in as far as could be so that it was under Pat's chin. Bending his legs he'd reduce his stature a beat letting himself get under Pat before shooting upwards and bobbing his full cranal strike under Pat's chin in an attempt to knock him up and perhaps back off the ground.

Strength: 33
Dexterity: 23
Constitution: 18 (+12)
Intelligence: 23
Wisdom: 18 (+10)
Charisma: 14

1/8

[Legion]

OOC: my updated stats are in my stat bar

Legion was about to attack the kid, when someone appeared, a woman, stopping him, or at least holding him at bay. Saying something to the kid as if her were familiar, or was it... more then familiar? Interesting to say the least. The woman appeared to be quite a good deal older then the boy, and well Legion was quite intrigued as to the nature of this whole little scene, though it wouldn't really change anything. At least not in his eyes. But his interest piqued more when she stepped in between the two of them, turning to face him, to snatch that red tie he had on him, a fake little smile on her lips. Oh, this one was fun, he'd give her that much, though her words? Her words made is seem like he cared. Though, demonic tone in his voice he'd ask, a devil may care grin on his own face, "Doesn't that title go to the strongest?"

He didn't remember being the school captain, only being told that he was, so it really meant nothing to him. Even when she gave it to the boy opposite of him. The only thing that he was the strongest in the school, well save Azura, and that was not something that could just be stripped away and given to someone else, even if the tie held something inside of it. Although, he had to admit there was a pride in him, a covetousness inside of him that wanted it back. Not because it made him the strongest, but because she had taken it from him. No, the wheels were turning in his head now, cogs spinning. He'd do one better. Hell they were supposed to destroy the school anyway right?

"Hmmm," Legion said in sardonic thought before asking, with that unknown woman still in earshot, "so what's if feel like to earn the title of the strongest?"

Regardless of the reply Legion would continue on as normal. As expected the jab didn't exactly connect with Cael's face, though Legion hadn't expected it to. It was just a law of fighting that until a few days ago he thought that he knew intrinsically, the first shot never landed. The way that he checked his jab ensuring that a followup attack wouldn't be nearly as efficient, meaning two things; that this kid wasn't new to fights and that the kid had a legitimate plan. Normally Legion would back up, taking the boring route or parry the blow, also boring. But this kid seemed to have heart. So Legion would counter, knowing that this would really only work once for the kid.

As his left hand was coming in Legion would be pulling back his left hand, but also throwing a right cross. The target? Cael's nose. Legion had every intention of breaking it by throwing the right cross as your standard one-two punch combo. The right cross being the most powerful of the two because it used the hips and the shoulder.

What would Legion do about Cael's left hand? Nothing. From what he gathered he had a fair speed advantage on the boy, even though he was throwing a faster punch off of a slight advantage, Legion would be fast enough. Why? Yhe one two assumes that the jab won't land, even if it's correctly countered and the two being a straight, the jab being thrown of wouldn't matter so much. But Cael's shot would land, at the same time as Legion's exhale would signal his hand, probably, hitting Cael in the face. The reason probably was almost a certainty being they both threw from the "same" side. the side that defend's the other, the right defending the opponent's left and vice versa. And with Cael committing himself, so it would seem, if his left hand continued it's punch, he'd be left open for the stronger punch connecting with his nose, or at least somewhere on his face. Legion just wanted to break the nose to screw with his breathing.Well, that and Legion wanted to spill some blood too.

In all likelihood the heavy straight punch would push Cael back enough so his headbutt wouldn't be coming. If not, Legion would be pulling his hand back immediately to deal...

OOC: I think i shortened it guys!

[Cael Seran]

Bam Crack. Like sounds of thunder they were as two titans duked out the degrees of battle. Cael's strike following through to the rib cage and managing to hit given Legion's position however not without reprise. The towering monster managing to slice downward with his own strike, right fist coming down into Cael's face. Just as expected, they thought along similar terms as far as fighting went. From what could be concluded Cael could now simply do what he was good at. Out think his opponent fighting with his own knowledge to be used against them. It wasn't an insult by any means, if anyhting a compliment to stack up against the likes of him.

Now back to the punch, given Cael's downward position it would have hit straight on knocking the shit out of Cael and breaking his nose however that prior movement of tucking his shoulder in would also have forced Cael's head to shift downwards as well decreasing the 'directness' of the punch so to speak. THWACK! Right in the nose knocking Cael's stature off a bit so that he couldn't rightly uppercut into Legion's exposed chin with any sort of force, also doing enough damage to bloody his nose and give him quite the black eye come tomorrow morning.

With this Cael would bring his left forearm up above his head to act as a shield between his neck and face from higher blows while his right would continue quick repetetive jabs into Legion's lower ribcage where he'd struck before. One, two three, it'd continue until Legion had forced the boy off or found some means of making him back off. Cael had a habit of boring into an opponent not so much looking for soft spots but creating them.

Through gruffled breaths Cael would etch out his response. "It is not titles that honor men, but men that honor titles."

Strength: 33
Dexterity: 23
Constitution: 18 (+12)
Intelligence: 23
Wisdom: 18 (+10)
Charisma: 14

2/8

[Legion]

After the shot connected, Legion would grunt a little. It was less powerful then his shot, but still. This was a dogfight and while he loved these with those who could deliver he was here to prove a point to the boy. About how pathetically weak he was. Something like that. In the thrill of the fight (or the author's laziness) all he remembered was that he was supposed to make this flashy. Make this frustrating, prove his superiority. Seemed like a fun plan. So outboxing it was. Make this slow and frustrating.

Pushing off with his lead left Legion would retreat a step out of the way of Cael's right handed jab. As he did so Legion would flick a left handed jab of his own at cael's face, namely his right eye. Hoping that his superior reach and his hand being above Cael's right, would make it the harder side to defend, making it an opening, even with his left hand up. Although if he did hit Cael's forearm unless it was somehow anchored, the forearm would be unable to stop the momentum of Legion's punch, instead shoving the forearm back into Cael's face, for pretty much the same strength hit. Although he would prefer to hit the eye, start that process of swelling it shut, but a hit was a hit. That and his main goal now was to put some distance between the two of them, to serve his own ends...