The lunch bell usually brought a throng of students into the halls, and today was no exception. The steady flow of traffic however was disrupted by a scuffle in the hall, a heated struggle which bore low level noise, mostly just taunts and laughter with frustrated growls in reply. They were far enough from the classrooms that teachers couldn’t overhear them but close enough to be caught by the people heading towards the dinning hall for lunch.
It was an unusual fight to witness considering one of the students was invisible to a large percentage of school students and yet still through enough of a fight that his assailants struggled rather amusingly with the unseen opponent. The alternatively named Scott Freeman was the youth who was trying to wiggle free of the taller boy who fought to hold onto the fairy. It was one of those times where Scott actually preferred if the person really couldn’t see him, so many nice people filled the school, why couldn’t they see him? Why pig headed brutes that think causing strife was worth skipping classes all morning? And of all time why was it this morning which was one of the first times he and his companion, Arlen, were able to actually spend time together again? It started off really well the whole day, Scott had taken Riley’s dog, Katie, outside and they played by the lake, which was where they found Arlen. After that it was mostly just talking, and then both went to their read and writing class which Riley happened to teach, becoming their playful selves once again (and possibly to Riley’s dilemma as they kept distracting themselves from their work, and others too at times).
The fairy Prince had half hoped to head to the dinning room early with Arlen and they could both save a table for any Green members who happened to eat there with the rest of the school. That way Scott could introduce his new friends to his old friend… and only friend before coming here really. But as society has it, people often see the ‘weaker’ or ones who don’t fit in right as an easy target, and since Arlen’s first days here he had stuck out like a sore thumb. The Mer-prince had trouble with his news legs for a while, and it was hard to notice Arlen stumble up and down the stairs as he tried to navigate his way around the school and school grounds. Of course now he had adapted, but not enough for old taunters to give up their harassments. Then again, once a group finds their target it was always hard for them to lose interest in it, but it was just unlucky that Scott was visible to the lot who had experienced enough in their short lives to surrender to the fact that anything was possible.
At this point in time it was really just two of the three fighting, the other one was sitting back with the prized possession of Arlen’s silver necklace which Arisa had given him at Christmas, waving it occasionally for the two inhumans to see it. Tom, Jeff and Gordon, they usually hanged about in Max’s vicinity, too young to really be noticed by any of the older troublemakers but usually the 16 and 17 year olds tended to past time warring with other bullying groups. Tom was fairly well built for his age, but still slender, he didn’t have the broad shoulders he would in a year or two, the guy was vein with how he looked and rumours had it that he and Gordon may have a thing for each other, something other students used as ammo in quarrels. It wasn’t a lie, all three met in the private meetings organized for students interested in the same gender, a ‘talk and share’ session in a way but also run by a qualified student teacher. In any case, the need to prove themselves pushed the trio towards others who had issues, things which were more noticeable or worse off, and while Scott had a sense that they weren’t trying to just be malicious the fairy was in no mood any more to try being the diplomate.
Tom had nimble fingers, he was an excellent pick pocket and could swipe someone’s watch off their wrist without the person having the faintest clue something was going on. Only Arlen had a habit of fiddling with his necklace constantly, the group didn’t get more then ten feet before Arlen became alarmed and when Scott gave a passing glance towards the trio they broke into a run and fit of laughter echoing from them. A moments hesitation was given by the two but Arlen caught sight of his necklace in the boisterous bully’s hand and that was that. It seemed only moments had passed since Scott first ploughed down the group by flying head on into them, only they were stronger then Scott and easily shoved him aside. Arlen on the other hand was naturally stronger then the average human, especially for his size, and the scaled Prince wasn’t shy in showing it.
Only every time either Scott or Arlen managed to grasp onto Tom’s hand and try to pry his fingers open, the other two were already dragging them off the dark brown haired ‘leader’. The ice blue eyes of Tom were usually considered the most eye catching of gazes in most groups, only right now Arlen and Scott’s mystical shimmer to their enchanted eyes made Tom’s look plain and ordinary. Arlen’s long blue tail curled about the wrist whose hand was clutching his necklace, trying to fight off the brown eyed Jeff who was trying to yank the young merman off his friend’s arm. Gordon had it easier, since Scott wasn’t as strong nor did the fairy have a tail to cause extra problems, but that didn’t mean Scott was easy to hold, the fairy’s legs kicking about wildly in a seemingly never ending burst of energy. To free himself, Tom resorted to foul play and bit down on the tail which wrapped about his wrist, a pained cry from Arlen causing a draw the attention towards the fight in the hall. The few who were watching already weren’t really offering assistance aside from cheers and typical onlookers wanting to see who would win out of the scuffle.
"Return to us the necklace!" Scott demanded sternly, at the same time his legs both stomped down into the floor in an attempt to push himself back into Gordon as the green eyed blonde held him firmly from behind, binding Scott’s arms and wings in the process. Instead of off balancing Gordon, Scott accidentally hit the boy’s jaw with the back of his head, the sharp pain of biting his tongue causing the taller boy to release Scott.
"It’s yours if you can take it!" Without pause the fairy leapt at Tom who was speaking, getting caught slightly off guard as the other lunged at him and was pushed back roughly enough to lose his balance. Scott didn’t let go of the hand holding the necklace though, leaving the Prince to fall with him and both hitting the ground in a struggle.
TBC: Anyone at all, students, teachers, whoever.. just felt like showing the Princes in one of their troubled moments, I mention it now and then but never play them out!
Jordan was dressed in his normal western clothing. Apparently he had come down with a severe case of Johnny Cash envy, since his western shirt, jeans hat, belt, and boots were all black making his thin frame look even thinner than normal. He had watched this small fight for a while, trying to gauge which party was on the side of angels. While some students might try to call a teacher to settle whatever the dispute was, Jordan felt that such meddling cut into a persons self reliance to a large degree. He also wasn't goig to call a teacher since he might be able to have some fun in this fight.
Another reason that Jordan was watching instead of getting involved was the fact that he was a new student, and didn't know anyone real well yet. His personality might have something to do with it, since Jordan had never been the most trusting soul on earth.
Jordan also knew that he couldn't just stand there and do nothing. He was related to far too many cops to be able to allow this sort of disorder to happen right in front of him without doing something. Jordan also felt like he could probably make a better impression than any teacher, considering that teachers rarely engaged in violence with there students. A teacher could come out and btreak up the fight, but it would start again when the teacher wasn't around. On the other hand, Jordan was comfortable with violence, and was not shy about using it when it was needed.
Jordan was mildly interested in seeing that one of the guys had grown a tail. Jordan was sure he would have seen such an obvious alteration from the norm, but apparently he had. Something about that guy seemed off, and it clicked in place that the necklace the tailed guy normally wore was gone.
Shifting his gaze slightly to the winged guy and his opponent, Jordan saw that the guy had the necklace in his hand. Okay, I think I've got the sinners and saints sorted out in this one.
He actually felt a little more angry at this theft than he normally would. In Jordan's experience, the only reason that a guy got so angry over a piece of jewlery was if a girl gave it to him. What is it with these guys, are they angry that the tailed guy has a girl? Sounds like something to congragulate the fella over instead of giving him heck about it.
This evidence of bullying and theft was all Jordan needed to insure his involvement. He doubted that any of the students here would be as stupid as some kids back in his hometown in Oklahoma and just beat up each other for no reason, but there was always a first time for everything. Jordan was not the sort to approve of theft, especially when it had so much obvious sentimental value. He also hated bulying on general principles, and had spent some of his time in Oklahoma beating up bullies. Jordan thought that such poetic justice was funny.
As Jordan stepped out of the shadows where he had been hiding, he could not believe that nobody had stepped up to help these two guys out yet. Jordan didn't put it together that these two were not mutants, and he might have thought twice about helping if he knew that by admitting he saw the winged guy that he would be admitting he believed in fairies.
Perhaps a better explaination would be that Jordan believed in God, Satan, angels, demons, and all sorts of creatures within that range. He had never knowingly encountered one, but he believed that they existed anyway.
Jordan got a little closer when he saw the fairy slam one guy's jaw shut with his head. Good job. With luck, maybe he bit through his tounge, Jordan thought to himself. He saw the fairy slam into the third guy of the group, but he also saw the blond guy who the fairy had hit start to approach the fairy from behind.
Jordan politely tapped the blonde's shoulder, knowing that the sheer wierdness of his clothes would make most pause for a little. As he turned, Jordan asked Would ya agree with me that three against two is rather unfair? Lets see how you boys like it. Before Gordon could answer, Jordan slipped his left hand in his pocket, taking out a roll of quarters. While some students might have used some form of elegant martial arts or application of their powers, Jordan's approach was more brutal, having learned it from fights in parties and in some bars he had snuck into when travelling with his sister and her college rodeo team. He simply hit Gordon with his left fist directly under the sternum, using the roll of coins to add just a little weight to his blow. A savage smile found its way onto Jordan's face as he thought that it had been far to long since he had done anything like this. As his opponent bent over and tried to suck in air, Jordan hit him in the jaw with a right hand uppercut. That ought to keep him down for a second or two. Lets see what these other guys really got.Edited by: Hank at: 10/3/05 6:18 am
Re: A scuffle in the halls
"Would you happen to agree with me that three against two is rather unfair?" The strangers voice wasn’t recognizable and Scott couldn’t manage to pull his attention away from Tom as Gordon seemed to be approached by someone else. Jeff lost his hold on Arlen, who shoved himself back into the other boy before lunging forward quickly to get to Scott who was forced off Tom and instead ended up with the bully atop him and his hands getting bound in the others firm grip. Beautifully spoken words came from Arlen in a strange language which Scott also replied in, perhaps not perfectly fluent in each others dialect but they had more then enough time to study up and develop a decent enough vocabulary over the centuries that it’d be hard to tell otherwise.
Arlen looked down at the fallen Gordon and then at their new companion, briefly though as Jeff brushed himself off and Arlen was divided on which one to take, Tom on Scott or Jeff who was also torn on which of the two were more problematic. The DNA manipulating mutant closed his eyes for a moment, bracing himself as muscles tensed and Jeff also tense as his grounded friend remained curled on the floor, his face turning white, quite literally as it always happened when his powers kicked in and his skin turned to a strange colorless material, not exactly like elastic as it didn’t stretch but his entire body turned into the substance and he was sometimes teased light heartedly by girls as being some giant stuffed stress ball. It definitely made Gordon invulnerable to physical attacks as he had just suffered but the power was a little humiliating for Gordon who didn’t like being thought of as a giant humanoid cushion or toy. Jeff seemed ready to tackle either of the two right there and then until Arlen raised his fist and pointed it at the boy, Arisa’s genetic code once again being used but this time creating her bone claws which gradually sliced through his own skin and now marked the centuries old Prince as an ‘armed’ target.
"I assure you, try me further and I will not hesitate to take what is mine by force. I trust you remember what I can do to the water in your bodies?" The hydrokinetic abilities were still being explored but the past year had offered Arlen a chance of developing them in more then just creating underwater currents for him to ride on or near solid bubbles to shield him from predators. His control was perfect to a point he could shape the bodies of water into figures, which was easier as long as the image was clear in his mind, naturally Arisa and occasionally Scott had been his mental targets while trying to play puppet master with the watery creations. The sight of bone claws resembling Wolverine’s offsprings weren’t the most pleasant of sights, stirring a tinge of hesitation from the fear of what could happen if the fight progressed. Scott offered a ‘thank you’ in his native tongue and Arlen replied casually back with a ‘welcome’ in his own, since the situation provided Scott with an easier ability to manipulate their emotions and that was just what he had been trying to do without much luck earlier.
Hesitation was amplified and the feeling of just wanting to get out of this situation was attempted to be burned into their emotions as Scott gradually became still and Tom peered over his shoulder to see what the other was on about only to find Gordon on the ground and a stranger standing nearby, a flare of anger ignited and Scott found his attempt overrun with the new onslaught of anger.
"Get the fõck away from him!" The fury was as evident as the over protectiveness as Tom let go of the necklace Scott was still clutching and got to his feet, ready to lunch his full weight at Jordan if it hadn’t been for Jeff who instead they grab Gordon and just get out of there before a teacher arrives. Which was entirely possible given the fact they occasionally ate in the main dinning hall as well, always at least one was around on watch duty and the group was already in detention for the week after a fight in the boys wash rooms with another group of guys. Only a moments pause was offered, one where it appeared Tom might actually consider helping Gordon to his feet and leaving but then the entrapping mutant decided not to let someone get away with hurting one of them. "And here I thought we were free of mentally deranged cowboys after Zack left." The mutant taunted off hand in reference to the other student who had dressed in western attire, his illusionary powers however didn’t seem to have any connection with his bizarre obsession with cowboys however.
The palm of his hand faced Jordan with a swift upward motion, a whirl of air around the arsenal summoning mutant felt as instantly a binding effect was cast about his upper body, pale white thin circles seemed to suddenly be tied around his torso, binding Jordan’s upper arms but not his wrists as Tom had hoped since they were not close enough together. The three strong ‘straps’ of sorts were located about his elbows, between there and his shoulders to offer a good hold. Another wave of his hand was about to be made to bound the legs only Scott had safely stored the necklace in the back of his jean pocket and lunged his body forward so that there was momentum in his hands as they slammed against Tom’s body and knocked him sideways and over his fallen friend to land toppled on the ground. Scott flinched slightly as the fall did not look so pleasant and the fairy was sure that would not go down well with the aggressive group. Bright diamond eyes of both boys glanced at each other and then Scott looked sideways over at Jordan with an expression that definitely stated he wasn’t much for fights.
"Arlen," Scott called the other one who looked unsure if he should brace defensively or lunge himself with some pent up aggression he still had stored away. The blonde friend looked over towards his brown haired companion and Scott motioned towards Jordan with a slight tilt of his head and Arlen raised his claws to signal to Jordan he’ll cut him free. Jeff was helping Tom up and Gordon was also climbing to his feet, Scott shifted towards Jordan uneasily as Arlen moved gracefully behind him and carefully used the sharp bone blades to cut the strange bindings. Actually they weren’t cut, Arlen tried to wedge his claws in to cut the strange straps, but they broke only because Tom’s attention was diverted and they weakened to a point of being easily falling apart. "Perhaps this would be a good moment to flee to the safety of the dinning hall." Scott suggested with some hope of not getting into anything serious and Arlen placed his hand over his bloody knuckles once the blades withdrew painfully back into his arms.
"I’m going to pluck your wings and shove them down your damn throat!" There was a cut on the side of Tom’s lip after e had hit the ground and his tooth cut the flesh when the side of his face it the hard floor. Scott backed away a little further began Jordan and Arlen took a defensive stance forward.
"Well… I am not that eager to eat." The fairy mumbled, not at all appreciative at being threatened, had they been outside Scott knew any passing animals would offer their assistance at defending him, birds may be small but they packed a punch when sky diving on bullies heads. Here he felt a little useless, and violence wasn’t really in him unless someone he cared about was being threatened and even then Scott could never be malicious, it just wasn’t his nature…the wrath of a fairy was a powerful threat but never fatal or similarly serious.
Re: A scuffle in the halls
Unlike Scott, when somone threatened another in front of Jordan he could get extrodinarily malicious with helpings of rage and violence thrown in the mix. The threat of tearing off Scott's wings pissed Jordan off. They looked fragile in apperance, and the notion that someone could be so callous and use there strength to abuse those weaker made Jordan's blood boil. It was also evident in his face, but Jordan's eyes were the scariest part. When he looked at Tom, his eyes seemed to come alive with a righteous fury that someone would use the abilities God gave them to aid others for harming innocents. His entire face changed from bland features only notable for how forgettable they were to a mask of focused rage. This guy really wants me to get a rifle and put him out of everyone's misery, Jordan growled under his breath. He had his bag partially open so he could summon his whip if he needed to, and the thought of animating it and having it strangle this guy appealed to the meaner, nastier part of Jordan's heart. A lighter hearted notion entered Jordan's head that perhaps Tom's power worked out of some sort of repressed bondage fetish, which would be a real sweet insult to use against him some time. You're not alone here Jordan and this isn't your fight. You're involved because it's what morality and honor demand, he thought to himself, These guys have what was stolen from them, it is time to retire from the field if we can and if they want to.
Jordan also saw that Scott was not the best front line fighter in the world. He was worried about how well the fella would hold up in a prolonged fight when the other side was pretty free about using their powers. He was glad that Scott had taken a position behind him and Arlen, since it would afford him some protection and give him a head start if things went bad. As much as it galled the cowboy, he had to agree with Arlen about leaving these three. Even though Jordan didn't know these two yet, he belived that a person's conduct in a fight showed what the true nature of their soul was. On that basis alone, he already had a favorable impression of Scott and Arlen. He had also decided that if it came down to it they could run for help and he could stay around and keep these three busy. Jordan had no illusions that he would actually win with only a pocket knife and whip, but he was willing to bet in a no holds barred brawl he could make the next five minutes very interesting for these bullies.
The fact he might get hurt didn't bother Jordan much. He had been in bar fights, knife fights, and in one gun fight. He also had been trampled by cattle and horses before, and he doubted that any of these guys could hit him hard enough to compare to a horse kick in the chest. His bulletproof skin would also minimise surface abrasions from getting hit to a large degree. Wouldn't do anything to protect his insides from fists and feet, but he doubted that they would want that much evidence against them.
Speaking softly so he wouldn't be overheard to Arlen and Scott, Jordan said Best thing to do is to get out if we can. Course it won't bother me if these guys want a little more either, but ya'll got what they swiped already. This can be finished some other time.
Looking at this rather hostile group, Jordan drawled in a lethargic voice Though I'm not sure if these guys will let us go on our merry way or not.
Keeping his right side facing the group of opponents, Jordan summoned his coiled whip out of his backpack and into his left hand. He animated it and brought it up to his side, ready to lash out. Jordan loved this aspect of his whip or chain animation, the fact that he no longer needed the large distance to mess sombody up with a whip. Jordan also held his right hand out at waist height, and summoned his poketknife from his right pocket and opened it. It gave Jordan a weapon with a long range distance and one personal weapon.
As Jordan looked over his blade, he thought that it looked perfectly sharp in case of any unfortunate altercations. So how about it boys? Will ya'll let us go on our merry way, or does this have to turn really nasty?Edited by: Hank at: 10/13/05 11:51 pm
Re: A scuffle in the halls
Mitch was wandering towards the cafeteria, lost in his own thoughts. His golden eyes were clouded with thought, thinking about a hundred different things. He was having a rather peaceful day until he saw his cousin in the hallway brandishing a whip and a blade. Oh my God, don't tell me he's killed someone! Mitch thought as he dashed towards Jordan. As he got a little closer, he saw Arlen with Jordan, but he couldn't see Scott since he didn't believe in most of the supernatural. As he turned a corner in the hallway, he also saw three others arrayed against his cousin, and one of them had obviously activated a power.
Dang Jordan, you've only been here for a few days and you already have people wanting to fight you. Usually it takes a couple of weeks for people to get mad enough to kill you.
Despite his outward jocular manner, Mitch was worried about the three on one odds. With him, it was three on three but with one of them already having an activated power, it showed that these three were willing to back up there violence with their mutations. This could have been bad since Jordan's powers were not very powerful in the traditional sense, and from the looks of pasty stretchy boy weapons wouldn't do much good. Mitch hoped that Jordan was the one these guys had attacked, since his cousin didn't mind fighting a little. But if these three had started a fight with somebody else and Jordan thought it was bad enough to intervene, Jordan might eventually deal with these boys in his own way, meaning from behind and in the dark.
Mitch was glad that he had figured out how to alter some pants to stretch when he grew, cause he didn't think that he was at his best when nude, and growing several feet taller tended to do that when your pants tore to shreds. It was a very embarrasing feeling, and left a man feeling rather exposed in every meaning of the word. Mitch slipped out of his t-shirt, and grew an additional 3 feet in height, giving him more strength and speed than he normally had. He was really glad to see that his pants had held up.
Any of you want to tell me why you are messing with my cousin? It better be a good reason to fight with three against two.
As soon as Mitch said this, Jordan looked over at Mitch like he was crazy. Three on two? Don't you see the winged fella over there? Mitch heard Jordan ask as he motioned behind him with his whip.
Edited by: Hank at: 10/14/05 6:58 pm
Re: A scuffle in the halls"This guy really wants me to get a rifle and put him out of everyone's misery," Two pairs of bright diamond eyes peered over towards Jordan, Scott’s own gaze more dazed by the emotional ambiance in the area then Arlen who always felt fuelled by the attitudes of those around him. The impressionable mer-Prince was never one to back down from a fight, even if he was of a gentle nature most of the time, the aquatic being was more prone to anger and frustration compared to his friend, Scott only got angry when the ones he cared about were threatened, more so when his friend or loved one was the underdog in the situation. Defending himself was one thing and violently responding to a threat was something totally different, and generally out of the fairy’s personality range, annoyance or sense of hurt being the main response Scott was likely to show.
"Best thing to do is to get out if we can. Course it won't bother me if these guys want a little more either, but ya'll got what they swiped already. This can be finished some other time." While Arlen was fine with either way this fight could swing, Scott much more preferred the departing, though it would always be a mistake to assume the winged youth (at least in his own people’s eyes) was a coward of any kind. War was an easy thing to start, and a hard one to finish only because of pride and greed, and Scott’s life was filled with enough wars and distrust around his homelands that he didn’t need to be in the center of any more. Both Prince’s arrived here to be free of that life which consumed the otherworlds, and to be free of the lifestyle it had unwittingly thrust upon them by creating overly protective parents with too tight a grip on their lives.
"Though I'm not sure if these guys will let us go on our merry way or not." Arlen’s tail flicked thoughtfully and he considered the choices, Scott meanwhile lifted his body an inch off the ground, which easily told of his desire for the turn and flee strategy. The whole time Scott’s eyes refused to leave Tom, who seemed to be dealing with the other two whispering advice and possibly suggesting they just walk away by the expression in one of the goons faces. Fear, anxiety, mild but it was there, they were probably in trouble for stirring up fights before and they’d get into serious trouble if this incident was discovered by a teacher, students abusing their powers were never taken lightly.
"Proceeding forth with your violence will cause only more problems for you to face." Scott spoke with a casual tone that also held some authority by the way it was addressed with such assurance, the fairy continuing to still try and manipulate the emotions in the area in a way that may induce the desire to leave. Anxiety seemed the key, and to a lesser degree fear was there of someone catching them in yet another fight so Scott also tried to being both those emotions to the forefront, completely unaware of yet another arrival who was coming to their aid.
Arlen gave a glance over his shoulder to his friend, looking a little amused as he replied to the fairy’s comment, "I do not think these humans are open to such words of wisdom Scott," A slight shrug came in reply from Scott and then the fairy smiled with the every bright brilliance of innocence that seemed to always enchant his fellow teammates.
"Perhaps they will heed these words then; Should they continue to fight, then will sorely regret their poor choice of action which will result in dire consequences." As the fairy spoke he folded his arms, looking over towards the three who seemed to be struggling to decide their next action, "After all, they do not know what I am capable of, nor the capabilities of those who would seek retribution for whatever harm they induce upon our self." Scott found himself more focused on his English vocabulary then on what dangers may await at that point, still learning the human tongue meant he sometimes muddled up what he was trying to say or said something that could be better described using other more applicable words.
Tom was distracted by the hand of Gordon which laid on the leaders shoulder and Gordon’s whispering entered his ear, Tom's eyes soon enough catching the much taller boy who came from no where and listening to what words where spoken out. "Something doesn’t feel right man, we better not push our luck," Uncertainty sank in Tom’s mind and Scott made sure to drag it up and amplify the sensation, producing an uneasy concoction of emotions that were visibly obvious by their expressions, Jeff actually backing away with incessant requests to go meet the ‘other guys’. It was only when Jordan spoke back to his cousin that Scott actually looked over at the larger human, overhearing the fact that the new arrival could not see the fairy.
Arlen kept his voice low but shared a whisper over to Jordan to explain what was transpiring, "Scott is what you call a fairy, those who do have open minds do not see him, and those who speak their disbelief can harm him just as bad as any beating." Arlen's soothing voice remained firm, trying to express the seriousness of what could happen if Mitch just blurts out he doesn't believe in fairies. It didn't occur to Arlen that it would have been easier to just say some people can't see Scott and leave it at that. When Fairies came into the mix people, believers or not, tended to withdraw into skepticism.
"Proceeding forth with your violence will cause only more problems for you to face." Jordan could hear the tone of authority in the fairy's voice, and thought that Scott knew how to get a hold of people's attention. He also had to agree with Arlen's assertion that these guy's might not listen to reason, but Jordan wondered what was with Arlen referring to them as humans. As far as Jordan knew, everyone in the hall was a mutant.
"Perhaps they will heed these words then; Should they continue to fight, then will sorely regret their poor choice of action which will result in dire consequences. After all, they do not know what I am capable of, nor the capabilities of those who would seek retribution for whatever harm they induce upon our self." As far as Jordan was concerened, this was a rather elaborate way of saying 'Keep screwing with us and we'll break your legs'. It was obvious that these boys were considering running off, and Jordan could see no real reason for them to turn tail and run. At least not until he heard some running footsteps getting heavier. Jordan turned to see his cousin Mitch growing to the size of a small titan, roughly nine feet tall. Considering his strength, durability and speed increase with his size, it might be bad if we got in another family squabble. But then again, having some extra muscle right now has to be a good thing.
Jordan had no idea what Mitch was talking about when he mentioned them being outnumbered. He wondered if the great skeptical, scientific mind of the family had forgotten how to count. Jordan also remarked about it. Then Arlen said "Scott is what you call a fairy, those who do have open minds do not see him, and those who speak their disbelief can harm him just as bad as any beating."
Despite actually believing in supernatural creatures like demons, monsters, angels and fairies, Arlen's one statement made Jordan pause. Believing in something was one thing, actually seeing it was something else. Jordan looked at Scott, looked at Arlen, then looked at Mitch. Then he did the same thing again, only fast enough that any observer would think Jordan would have given himself whiplash. Since Arlen and Scott were on the same side as Jordan and Mitch in this little skirmish, Jordan figured the best part of prudence would be to assume Arlen was telling the truth. If nothing else, Scott looked the part. The only thing that was bouncing around Jordan's head was something he had read in a book about medival beliefs in the middle ages. It was a line that read 'Fairies are a step above base humanity, and a step below the angles.' Jordan remembered that in this context, 'base' was a synonym for 'Vile'. Stop thinking, dang it! Some telepath might mistake you for an intellectual, and you sure aren't that! Wait, can fairies read thoughts? Dang it!
You can't see the other guy here Mitch. Some sort of defense-camaflauge-mental thingy. Not the strict truth, but it would be an explaination that Mitch could sink his teeth into. Heck, there was no logical explanation. If nothing else, it would give Mitch the hint that it was best explained later. Jordan also took a good look at his cousin and said I'm really glad your pants didn't tear off of ya this time. Seeing you in the nude would really ruin the rest of the day.
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Mitch
Mitch saw the tailed mutant say something to Jordan, and saw the strangest of sights. Jordan whipped his head around at Arlen, at himself and at what appeared to be empty space. Mitch didn't hear what Arlen said, cause he was being very careful to give Jordan enough room to use his whip. He knew that Jordan could use his animating power to entangle people with his whip, but to use it to cut someone still required some room to swing it around. Mitch wasn't worried about getting accidently hurt, especially since Jordan tended to be a master of any weapon he used. Jorden had also proved once that he had ice water for blood in a violent situation.
But Jordan was worrying him by looking at an empty area of space like someone was there. Jordan's explaination of "Camo-defense-mind thingy" wasn't holding water, but Mitch knew they could talk about it later. Mitch also heard Jordan say I'm really glad your pants didn't tear off of ya this time. Seeing you in the nude would really ruin the rest of the day.
This brought a smile to Mitch's face, and he returned verbal fire by saying And here I was convenced that what everyone liked best about my powers was me running around without clothes. Is somebody feeling insecure in his masculinity? Both Jordan and Mitch seemed a lot more relaxed now that both of them were on roughly the same page. Both of them had guarded the others back on numerous occasions, making it where each could anticipate what the other would attempt in a fight. The main wild card was that neither one of them had much experience with there powers in combat.
Considering this lack of experience, Mitch was inclined to live and let live if possible. He was normally a lot more like Scott when it came to fighting, with one exception. If somebody threatened Mitch's friends or family, he wasn't above waiting in a dark alleyway to ambush them. The main difference between him and his cousin with this exception was that Mitch would prefer to exhaust all other possible remidies, while Jordan would prefer to strap on the brass knuckles as the first and only step. In any case, Mitch knew that his main role here was to follow Jordan's lead and not worry about theoretical invisible people. So he settled back a little behind the group, willing to let Jordan and the others take the lead.
I hope that this doesn't dissolve into a senseless brawl. I guess that it's a good sign that Jordan didn't hamstring one of these guys. Maybe we can settle this without further violence. Mitch thought to himself.
Re: A scuffle in the halls
Thousand apologies, here's the late postie, figured I'd try nd find a way to end it so you can get Mitch and Jordan in another thread with someone who is currently a little more active, lol. Heh. I did a tiny Scott post but it seemed silly to post it and then do May's post, so I'll do them together.. coz I'm lazy.
"And here I was convenced that what everyone liked best about my powers was me running around without clothes. Is somebody feeling insecure in his masculinity?" Scott tore his away over towards the human speaking of running around undressed, while Arlen may be used to living with out clothes Scott most certainly was not and his cultural belief is that one does not flaunt their flesh outside the privacy of their one true mate. Now was not the time to be feeling awkward, Scott pulled his attention back to manipulating the ambiance of the atmosphere around the trouble making boys.
Although teachers still talked to May about the possibilities of her attending classes, she still was on the mindset that she didn’t want to be involved with them just yet. Besides, if she really wanted to she could just watch a live feed of the classes since she has access to most of the school via the secret tunnels she makes extensive use of and the security devices she had set up within the hidden passage ways. On top of just watching and listening to whatever was going on she could also borrow a book from the library, surely no one would miss a school book here and then missing from the small collection of back ups the school offers for each class. In any case the web slinger was still just content passing her time fiddling with one thing or another in the science lab, which is where she was currently walking away from. Hunger got the better of her and May had the rare urge to swing by the kitchen and prepare herself something, likely their newest team member Riley had prepared something to snack on, even if he wasn’t there at the moment and for some reason May didn’t want to get used to other people doing things for her. Even if it was just someone else making sure there was always a snack in the fridge.
The other dimensional time traveller found herself upon a scene however, one which she would have avoided without a second glance as she weaved through the students had she not over heard the mention of one of the fighters being unseeable by a majority of the onlookers. Curiosity took hold as May related the situation to her teammate, the fairy apparently having a few issues with people in the past and her logical mind had to assume there was a possibility that Scott was this invisible individual, it was her responsibility as a member of his team to make sure before she moved on. Just because May tended to act a little distant to the others didn’t mean she wasn’t starting to feel comfortable around them… it was hard not to get used to the group, she saw them every time she left her room basically.
"And here I was convenced that what everyone liked best about my powers was me running around without clothes. Is somebody feeling insecure in his masculinity?" A slight brow arched at the comment, the young woman silently demanding to be let closer to the scene with a presence that cut through the crowd she moved in as if she was telling them to move aside. The whispers of the other entity which infested May’s mind and body taunted the situation, the usually bright and chirpy fairy looked alert and determined, at least May would know that Scott wouldn’t break at the first sigh of hostility, still, if anyone else from the team could see this she would be pretty sure the ones disturbing Scott would be grounded and withering in pain by now. Not that May wouldn’t throw her weight about if things seemed to need her to do so, but at the moment it appeared the situation was in the balance of either dispersing or exploding.
"The Summers are on their way," A lie, but so casual and half heartedly spoken that the three boys froze quickly in panic, one Summers was bad enough, but both of them, May had seen how jittery students get when they’re in the wrong and confronted with the leading faculty members, her assumption was correct as as a few sworn exclamations were uttered before the boys rushed off in the opposite direction down the hall, shoving hard through the crowd. Folding her arms contently May looked over towards Scott with an expecting stare that seemed to request some sort of explanation for what was going on.
Re: A scuffle in the halls
Mitch had let out a huge sigh of relief when the other boys had fled. He shrank down to his normal size and slipped his shirt back on. He looked at May and said Thank you. My cousin and I are new to the Institute, and it probably would hurt our popularity and image to get in a brawl. Mitch looked over at his cousin, who had put away his knife but kept out his whip. Jordan had a forlorn and dejected look on his face as he looked at the fleeing forms. Uh, Jordan, whats wrong?
The young Okie looked over at his cousin from under the brim of his hat, and said in a sorrowful voice Those guys were theives. All we did was indimidate them away. We needed to beat them down and then stomp on there hands to teach them not to steal. All they will do now is wait until they see someone alone and attack them cause we didn't hurt them enough to make the lesson stick. Unlike Mitch, Jordan was not as glad to see May. Something about her screamed that she was a preadator, akin to a cougar that had jumped Jordan once when he was deer hunting. Course, I guess the same thing could be said about me. Odds are she hasn't executed anyone before like I have.
Mitch looked at his cousin like he was crazy and said in an incredulous voice You're pissed that we didn't get into a fight with superpowered individuals?! You should be happy. You are basically like a regular guy in a fight except you don't have to worry about being shot.
Mitch paused for a second before saying I kind of got here late, so what exactly happened here? Right after he said this, he looked over to where Arlen was and saw the blood on his hand from where Arlen's claws had popped out. CRAP!!!! Jordan, you still carry a first aid in your bag? Instead of answering, Jordan reached inside and tossed the kit to Mitch since Mitch was much more skilled in medical matters. Mitch was mainly worried about stopping the bleeding, since blood loss could affect just about any mutant, even those with healing powers. He grabbed Arlen's arm, and started wrapping the wounds in gause and tape with swift, professional moves. What the heck happened here?Edited by: Hank at: 11/28/05 8:17 pm
Re: A scuffle in the halls"Thank you. My cousin and I are new to the Institute, and it probably would hurt our popularity and image to get in a brawl." The spider empowered female merely listened, not entirely interested or not showing that she really was 100% concerned with whatever it was that he was saying. Not that May was trying to be rude, she just always felt there was more important things to be doing then chit chatting while the rest of the world was filled with an unlimited source of chaos needing to be dealt with. Being from a reality and future where things had gone so terribly wrong, May couldn't help but contemplate the things she could possibly help change or avoid... but could she change anything so significant? And would she be allowed to by any number of untold entities devoted to stopping such interference?
"Uh, Jordan, whats wrong?" Mild curiosity drew the hazel gaze of the red head over towards the other boy, one of two she didn't know, but Arlen she had seen in the halls previously so automatically assumed that it was the other boy being addressed.
"Those guys were theives. All we did was indimidate them away. We needed to beat them down and then stomp on there hands to teach them not to steal. All they will do now is wait until they see someone alone and attack them cause we didn't hurt them enough to make the lesson stick." A neatly groomed brow raised slightly at the comment, May's lip curving ever so slightly in the corner at the strangers comment. Granted May knew violence wasn't always the way to deal with problimatic people, but she had to admit that it did have a certain charm. In some cases they did need to be beaten down, like those Sentinels, the mutant hunters hired by raciest pigs and all their like who understood nothing but the raw violence they dealt on others.
"You're pissed that we didn't get into a fight with superpowered individuals?! You should be happy. You are basically like a regular guy in a fight except you don't have to worry about being shot." That was an interesting statement, at least to some degree, May still found herself rather detached where others were concerned, all she took in was that in a gun fight, if it were between saving Jordan and someone else, it sounds as if that someone else would be the prime target. Same info can be used in regards of her throwing herself into the heat of things when in truth she wouldn’t need to, not that May knew enough about Jordan to make such a risky bet she still would be able to hesitate and think before leaping into action, something she’s usually notorious for.
"I kind of got here late, so what exactly happened here?" Maybe the random decision to go to the kitchen wasn’t picked on the best of days, May found herself trapped in a situation, one which felt awkward to just walk away from and yet her usual anti-social habits made it hard for her to relax or integrate into the group she has found herself in. Before anyone could really sum up the scene into words Mitch had interrupted them as he blurted out his next words. "CRAP!!!! Jordan, you still carry a first aid in your bag?" The term went over both inhumans who merely stared at the exclamation with a muddled mixture of curiosity and surprise, Arlen the one who seemed to be the center of attention as Mitch approached with the intent of nursing the wound still remaining on the knuckle of the mer-prince.
"What the heck happened here?" Arlen gave only a glance at Scott, the fairy not moving close to Mitch since it seemed as if the new arrival had not been able to see the winged entity. The delicate voice of the mer-prince sounded a little more certain and definitely more confident since his first arrival into the school, but there was still a hesitation before speaking of the precious item that had swiftly been taken away from him.
"From me they had taken an item of endearment that I will always cherish, and so we had demanded it’s return yet they would not relinquish it without a fight." The now legged merman gave a swift flick of his long blue tail, the arrow head a distinct feature of both Arisa and her half brother, Kurt Wagner. As far as English went Arlen was always so much more adept at the language then Scott, from both his additional training back home and his constant contact with Arisa, whereas Scott had tended to have spoken more of his native tongue around the school then that of the humans simply due to the lack of having many friends. "Now I have it once again within my possession and I am thankful for you all in helping us achieve that." There was another flinch of the long tail which may have then been realized by observers as being caused by the bandaging of his wound.
Re: A scuffle in the halls
The size growing mutant winced in empathy as he noticed Arlen's tail twitching in pain. He paid particular attention to Arlen's explaination of what happened.
"From me they had taken an item of endearment that I will always cherish, and so we had demanded it’s return yet they would not relinquish it without a fight. Now I have it once again within my possession and I am thankful for you all in helping us achieve that."
Mitch was a little hesitant to take any real credit, especially since he really hadn't done anything in the fight. You don't ned to thank me. All I did was show up and stare at the other guys.
While Mitch was talking, Jordan had positioned himself nearby so he could keep an eye on everybody. Especially May. Scott and Arlen had proved themselves in the fight to Jordan, but he didn't know anything about May to judge her inner character by. There was also something about her that seemed a lot more dangerous than it should be, but Jordan couldn't put his finger on it. He just silently thanked God that neither Arlen or Scott had been seriously harmed and kept his eyes opened for any other threats. He had put his whip up as well, but was keeping his fists open by his side in case anyone else felt like taking a cheap shot at them.
Mitch finished bandaging Arlen's hand and said My name's Mitch Williams by the way, and the glowering guy in all the black is my cousin Jordan Reynolds. What did those guy's do to your hand anyway? It looked like someone tried to jab a blade between your knuckles. Mitch took a second to inspect his work thinking Not a complicated procedure, but very competently done if I do say so myself.
Jordan heard Mitch's question about the wounds, and said That's from him slidin' out some claws, sowing what would happen if he had to get nasty with 'em. You also need to watch your language around ladies. Jordan was refering to Mitch's use of the word "pissed" earlier. The young cowboy was not very comfortable around profanity, which was strange considering his comfort with violence.
Mitch looked over at Jordan with a sour expression on his face and asked How did you get involved in this again?
Jordan wondered how he could explain that he felt a spiritual obligation to a guy who was on the borderline between agnostic and atheist. Jordan decided that the specific part of the explaination about how he didn't think that God would just abandon a couple of guys against a greater force, thus requiring His servants (which Jordan included himself as one of) to step in and act as His representative. Instead, Jordan just let a big grin appear from under his hat, and said in his low, but clear southern drawl You know me. I was just passin' through and saw that these boys were outnumbered and all that potential violence and bloodshed just reached out and called to me. It just looked like a real good time. Then he mearly waited for the pained look to cross Mitch's face so he could laugh at it. I really shouldn't give him such fits considering all the times he's helped fix stuff for me and patched me up. But it's fun to harrass him a little bit. Jordan thought to himself.
Mitch had a vaugely sick look cross his face as he mearly said Nice to see the school hasn't removed any of your psychosis. Mitch shook his head, wondering how anyone could actually find enjoyment in violence. Jordan had explained it Mitch once as being a callous on the left hand of God, which really didn't mean much for the highly skeptical mutant. Mitch had an innate belief in the goodness of man, as opposed to Jordan's view that man was a fallen race. This made Mitch more likely to believe in the benevolent motives of everyone, giving him a form of naivity. This was a marked contrast to Jordan, who didn't really trust anyone unless they could be relied upon in a fight. This meant that there were now two new people in the school that Jordan trusted, bringing the total number up to three: Scott, Arlen, and Mitch. This also meant that Jordan was willing to go to any lengths to protect these three.
"You don't ned to thank me. All I did was show up and stare at the other guys." Sometimes that’s all it took, Arlen was used to being in trouble and having someone like Riley Finn or Connor Enright just appear and save the day with a stern glare. The mer-prince remained contentedly quiet as he watched Mitch wrap up the wounded hand, which would have scarred by now had his body not known how to memorize the correct biological structure of both himself and others around him he desired to mimic.
"My name's Mitch Williams by the way, and the glowering guy in all the black is my cousin Jordan Reynolds. What did those guy's do to your hand anyway? It looked like someone tried to jab a blade between your knuckles." It seemed the patch up was done and Arlen felt pleased and thankful, though the sandy blonde’s reply was interrupted by Jordan.
"That's from him slidin' out some claws, sowing what would happen if he had to get nasty with 'em. You also need to watch your language around ladies." Lady? May raised a brow at the comment and turned a studying eye towards the cowboy who spoke. Well, at least it wasn’t a negative name like she was used to, but the last people to call her a ‘lady’ were her parents, and usually it had been like ‘where are you going now young lady?’ or ‘not so fast young lady’ and the like, the word brought back a few memories of her now deceased parents…
"How did you get involved in this again?" Scott had busied himself on checking to see if Arlen was ok, the other two guys seemed content on talking to themselves and Scott hadn’t yet had the chance to examine his friend and see if everything was really ok. Arlen just nodded his head slightly and focused on the others around them, most of the crowd dispersing now that there was nothing entertaining to watch..
"You know me. I was just passin' through and saw that these boys were outnumbered and all that potential violence and bloodshed just reached out and called to me. It just looked like a real good time." Both the princes stared over at Jordan as he spoke, finding it strange that would think such a thing regarding a fight, but then again humans did tend to enjoy their violence more often then peace it seemed…
"Nice to see the school hasn't removed any of your psychosis." Neither Princes knew what that meant so they didn’t reply, but May found a smirk tugging at the corner of her lip for a moment, she didn’t care to stay around though, gatherings were her thing and especially when someone was staring at her with the glances Jordan was giving her.
"Scott, bring you’re friend and we’ll grab some food in the hall, Riley stocked the fridge again with some fresh lunch I’m sure, but we’re out of sugar again." May looked pointedly at Scott who shyly smiled a little since he was usually the reason the sweet foods vanished from the team dorm so swiftly, Scott had tried to refill whatever he finished but he had been interrupted on his scouting trip for food!!
"My apologies May, I would have brought more on my return to the dorm after we ate." Scott said, feeling a little uncomfortable as he always was around her due to the arachnid abilities. "Thank you for your help Jordan, and tell Mitch I thank him to." The darker haired of the two younger looking males said with gratitude, though the comment suggested to May that Scott was invisible to Mitch, which caused Scott’s female teammate to offer Mitch a rather stern look, not wanting to deal with any ‘I don’t believe in fairies’ incidents which would more then just upset Scott, but hurt him physically as well, and May just wasn’t someone who was comfortable with comforting people.
"Move along." May insisted, though her tone was as calm and neutral as ever, making the comment hard to be taken offensively in most cases. Scott signalled for Arlen to follow him as the fairy made his way quickly to the dinning hall, Arlen pausing to offer Mitch a final thanks before being ushered off by May simply walking directly behind him. In the end Arlen just raced ahead a little, focusing on playing with Arlen as they cheered for their lucky victory and Arlen slipped the necklace about his neck once more.
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