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Post by Banto Night on Jan 17, 2016 20:52:29 GMT
Banto gave Havok no more thought after leaving down in the cells. He'd either slowly die, drag himself up to the cage and feed on his 'friends' or someone would eventually intervene. Either way, the damage was done, and it would scar over Havok's mind forever. That little brat never learnt quickly enough, the best method of teaching was to almost literally carve it into his brain, force the Kyuban into submission. There used to be days where Banto could sympathise with the little monster, but not anymore. Enough of the world was at stake for Banto to consider Havok as a tool, nothing more. A reluctant tool that needed to be bent into shape. He had no remorse anymore, Banto felt nothing but his own plans and desires when hurting Havok like he did. He knew the idiot would probably forget the pain soon enough anyway, only remembering the lesson. It was Havok's crappy mind that let him down, whatever Vadium did up there that made the growing boy so simple and naive. After an hour or so, Banto returned to check on the prisoners, only to find two standing by the door. The Noble twins, muttering to one another and seeming to guard the door. Banto drew closer, only for Lewo to see him. The boy hesitated for a moment, before stepping in front of Banto. "We were ordered to guard this door, by Hino." Lewo stated. "And he's second in charge, so Mr. Hino's orders are final." Lewo's sister added. Huffing, Banto gave the two a glare, shoving Lewo a little before turning and heading elsewhere. Hino was in charge, for now. Everyone knew Jasper's days were numbered, and he held all the really power. Banto wasn't just going to let this group be led by Hino should the hierarchy change. He'd need to take some power, some control, or else the Saints would become weaker than ever.
Down below, the rumble of mechanics and engines were still growling, Marzzi and his little workers still trying hard to make bombs suitable for the revenge planned. Marzzi was a good tool, and Banto hoped he'd last longer than the others, until the war was won, at least. He made good weapons, weapons Banto had adopted and used himself. The ex-criminal had half the mind to go and check on the working monkey, see how plans were going, perhaps pressure the rather delicate brute into making the bombs even more savage.
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Post by Hino Esu on Jan 17, 2016 21:09:03 GMT
The second Hino got Havok and Mary Lou acquainted, him trusting his friend enough to look after Havok and help him see the truth, Hino headed straight back to the Temple on the hunt for Banto. The man needed his own lesson taught to, and Hino knew that he was the only one able to do so, the other Saints either agreeing with his views, or being terrified of him completely, Hino knew most were the latter option, and those in the former seemed to forget what the Saints were all about. Banto was causing a drift between what they believed, and what he believes and thinks needs to be done. Hino wasn't letting Banto sneakily lead the Saints anymore, that was Jaspers job, and while most knew their leaders days were now numbered thanks to everything the war has brought, and some knowing the truth of the Governments involvement, Jasper was still the one they followed, and would follow until his dying breath. Heading straight to the cells first, Hino nodded to the twins as they directed him in Banto's direction, before he finally caught up to the other and shoved him against the wall, a growl in his voice. "Your a sick and cruel man Banto, who has no right to walk among us. How Jasper has yet to rid of you I do not know."
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Post by Banto Night on Jan 17, 2016 21:25:35 GMT
Banto managed to get surprised, which was a nice change to things, when someone pulled up behind him and slammed the man back against a wall. He was prepared to fight back, before seeing the other's face, and simply grinning. So Hino was out to try and make his authority known, how cute. Letting himself be kept there, Banto gave the surrounding a quick sum over, looking for spots to place portals if things went south here. Which they probably would, if the heat Banto could swear he could feel coming from Hino's grip was anything to go by. Banto chuckled, "I've done nothing but try to bring this group together. Together for the cause we were funded for." Banto explained. "Did someone forget that? The Saints were created to protect the Human race from the ancient beings in the skies, not prance around baby-sitting freaks or making toys." The man paused, letting his words fuel Hino's rage some more. "Even Jasper's getting the idea. We're all weapons, made to destroy Humanities enemies. Sometimes those weapons needed to be bent into shape, pointed in the right direction. That's all I aim to do." Banto smirked, before raising his brow. He huffed, "And if you're thinking about Havok, that brat is my property. I own him, even Jasper knows that the little monster is my pet. I can't be punished for doing as I wish to train my property, see?"
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Post by Hino Esu on Jan 17, 2016 21:44:52 GMT
Hino gave a glare to Banto before letting him go, but keeping him close enough to attack when the time permits itself, if it ever does. Banto was taking their views and warping them, anyone could see that, even Jasper was having his doubts, their leader may not tell people of them, but Hino made sure that he knew his friend enough to know when he's either hurting, or has views he cannot tell others off. "Our cause was to protect the Humans yes, but starting a war? Fighting a Mixed Clan? Oh Banto, did you seem to forget these had Humans involved more then we wanted. This war has allowed us to become monsters, no better then those races we were meant to destroy, as we dragged our kind into something they didn't need or want." It was simple really, and yet few seemed to see the effects of all that's happened, how the Saints caused this war to break out between the worlds, dragging every Demon, Human, Angel into it, be it those who have sinned, and those who are innocent. And wherever Banto got his idea that we were nothing but weapons from Hino didn't know, nor did he wish to find out, because if that's the case, then they really were no different then others. Havok was no ones property either, no one is anyone's property, if Banto believes that, then he's basically doing the same as the races, using the others as means for control and power. That was nothing which the Saints were. "Your property? Ha! One, he's not your property, I don't care what you want to believe with that. Havok is still able to think and act for himself, and I refuse to let you hurt the poor guy anymore then you have. Two, in saying that, your no better then those races you claim to hate so much, doing the same as they, using others in means of power, pretending your the master of another. Smaller scale, same concept. And you have split the Saints, using them to your own means, for your own ideas, not what we stood for... Before you the Saints would never had dragged innocent people into our business, even for the cause to protect them, this is all on you Banto, and I refuse to let you live on your little high horse anymore." During his speech, Hino felt his arms set alight, showing just how angry he really was. He knew Banto would use his power to try and escape, Hino was waiting for it, because he refused to leave here without Banto learning his lesson on the matter.
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Post by Banto Night on Jan 17, 2016 22:10:24 GMT
"I prefer to call us idealists." Banto answered to Hino's comment on them all being monsters. Perhaps in a way they were, but if being monsters now meant being a torch to bring light to a world of peace in the future, then Banto didn't really care. He just needed everyone to be on the same page, then they'd all get along just like Banto wanted them too. But, convincing a whole race to think the same wasn't exactly easy, nor was it approved off by many. "War was going to happen Hino, if not now, then soon enough. And I'd rather lead a war we win now then have a few more years of peace before losing a later one." Banto replied. Then Banto seemed to strike a nerve, whilst Hino let him go, Banto smirked as flames licked up the second leader's arms. He folded his arms together. "He can't think as well you believe. Havok can only learn so much, before his mind gets full. A little side effect of making him docile. Without me guiding him, that little monster would return to his murderous roots, believe me." Banto stated, giving Hino a little hint of the experiments that took place on that brat to make him how he was today. Seeing the fight approach, Banto let on hand rest over his gun, the other glowing purple as he prepared to make his escape from any attacks heading his way. "I didn't split the Saints. I split the strong from the weak, a technique any tactician uses to succeed. Only the strong can survive in a cruel world like this one, which is why those weak races need to be removed. I really hope you use your head Hino, or else you might just join them."
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Post by Hino Esu on Jan 17, 2016 22:28:27 GMT
Hino shook his head in annoyance, Banto really didn't get it did he? The 'weak' are normally the strongest of them all, fighting even when they know they will lose, know the difference between right and wrong, expanding on that knowledge and making things right. While the 'strong' fight for power and vengeance and whatever reason they pick up as a means of excuses. The 'weak' make the 'strong' stronger, and getting rid of one just leads the world into chaos and destruction that cannot be avoided. "You know Banto, there's stories from our history, be it rumors of the truth I do not know. But they tell of a man who become so wrapped up in his own head that he fought for peace using chaos, just like what have done here... And look where that got us, chaos never solves anything, it just leads to death and destruction before another cruel twisted mind takes over and uses the events to their advantage. Its happened before, it will happen again, when this war ends, no matter who wins, or who loses, everyone will get a slither of a moment of peace before the next fucker comes along and screws it up, and its on those moments that the world becomes one, as they fight against them... Not like this though, everyone fighting everyone, no single person to hunt out, its just pure chaos that will lead to an even worse enemy. So use your head Banto, because after everything you have done, you wont get peace, the next week, year, decade, century... The rest of your life, be it in this one, or once you moved onto the next, people will hunt you down to make sure you feel the same chaos you caused." Hino wasn't going to amuse Banto by defending Havok here, Banto had no right to hear about him, but that didn't mean he couldn't show his thoughts on everything else. Sending a ball of fire towards Banto, Hino got ready to follow behind as he run, even if right now he wasn't even using half of his powers ability, he refused to destroy their home thanks to one fucker of a man.
(That speech was so fun to write, foreshadowing and joining everything together is so much fun!!!!) |
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Post by Banto Night on Jan 26, 2016 21:38:57 GMT
Banto couldn't really understand a world without chaos. It had taken over much of his life, after all. He was taught as a child to respect the balance between order and chaos which was supposed to be governed by the beings in the skies. Those ancient beings, living so much longer than Humans and yet knowing so little, especially about their own history. They toyed with Humans like a giant doll-house below them, fighting over which side got to play with the most dolls. Whether they knew it or not, Angels and Demons were playing a sick game with Humans, and Banto wasn't going to take part in it. He long since given up in thinking of a rational, righteous way of escaping the doll-house, so instead he fought out. He wanted to turn the dolls in soldiers, into pawns in his tactical game in overthrowing the ancient relics above them. To treat others like objects was rather easy, though what Banto sacrificed to do so was any and all real care for others. He'd lost his own humanity to make sure the rest of his race could climb higher than ever before. So Banto smirked, letting Hino release whatever rant he wanted. He gave the ex-criminal a lesson in history, and a warning, and in response, Banto did nothing but chuckle coldly. He gave Hino his most, determined and vicious stare, grinning wide as he replied. "I'm not after peace... I'm after power." Banto growled, preparing next for Hino's attack. Placing a portal against the wall near him, and near his chest where the fireball would impact, Banto simply deflected the blast of flames. It seemingly flew into Banto's chest, then came firing out of the wall to his left, impacting against the short wall that blocked off one of the gardens. The flames licked the grey stone wall, singing it in charcoal black. Dispelling the portals, Banto pulled out his gun, though didn't fire just yet. "Now now, look what you've done with that temper of yours. You don't want to destroy the Temple do you, Hino?" Finally Banto aimed, side stepping across the wall and away until he was no longer being pinned back against it. "And just think for a moment, boy. Killing me won't change the plans, they'll still attack the Mun clan, with or without me. But, without me there, they'll definitely fail, and you'll have a whole lot more graves to dig out in the gardens."
Banto pulled the trigger, and made a small motion with his free hand, the bullet charged towards Hino, before darting into a portal that appeared in front of the man, coming out in another one to Hino's right, just outside of his peripheral vision.
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