Apostles Introduction[[Event]]

One after another names were announced with equal formality, only interrupted by the occasional slam of a door; shortly followed by an utterance or two involving the Lightning Gang. Danny himself was inconclusive on whether this group was beneficial to the school and despite cautious disposition from friends and other estranged individuals; he had clarified in clear laments terms that his position was most likely oriented toward such a group. Plausible as it may have been to distance himself from a new 'society' so to speak was only shadowed by the sheer desire to protect what friends he had. They were a rarity in the teen's lackadaisical endeavors after all, and the ones that had been gained were nothing worth scoffing at. They were stronger than him of course, considering their extend period attending the school but he himself wanted something. Some semblance of a position where he could control more than just himself, events, catastrophes, violence. These were things he sought to balance, not only that but to dominate them with the will he would soon instantiate.

Unfortunately the young man had no particularly interesting qualities that would make him innately suited for the job...but thankfully that wasn't what they were asking for. They simply requested merit, which could be won through prowess in combat; but persistence seemed just as viable an option if he couldn't pull through in that regard. It went a long way even when put into the most insufficient of hands. Everyone knew how to persist, contribute in an impactful way; they just did so differently. The group couldn't consist of just heroes after all, but there was always room for support in whatever fashion it may have come in. Danny himself had no substantial qualities besides his wealth and grades if one were to consider such a minor accomplishment. Mediocre in comparison to his standards, most of which consisting of A level grading or the uncommon B. Never excelling, Danny simply passed by with what 95's and the like that he could muster. Not wanting to stand out amongst the crowd as anything more than he was...a partially fractured man; not all the way broken, but close enough. At present the best word that could have described him was...average.

The only thing he found unique was his personality and his past. Neither of which made for a very good regulator, but it wasn't as though it harmed him either. His perspective usually involved minding his own business, now and then showing some form of compassion through teaching or mentoring someone else. A fight amongst strangers was less than appealing to him however, considering they were not close to him in any standard. Until now of course, finding this new school sponsored 'hall monitor' system to be just the thing he needed. At least if he were to get into any sort of altercation it would be for a cause worth bargaining a few broken bones over. He didn't plan on breaking anything...but knew it to be inevitable once he started sparring with others, especially those that went to this school; who had an uncanny knack for inflicting pain. Regardless, the thoughts continued to flood his subconscious as the names persisted, counting around two dozen...likely less. A sigh pushed past pursed lips, debating whether or not to stand; despite having convinced himself a few moments before to speak up and join.

The previous night had even been spent deliberately discussing the issue, and at the end of that session he had made up his mind...but now that he was actually here...was it truly what he wanted? He grit his teeth, mentally cursing himself for the faulty decision making. He didn't know if it was the will power he had mentioned earlier or simply abandoning all logic...but his chair creaked slightly as he rose. Briskly speaking up as hands settled deep within the pockets of his sleek, pitch black pants. "Danny Fletching...I volunteer." His backside met the chair in a slow, deliberate slide; spine pressing against the material quietly as he thought over his current situation. He would make this work...he would.

Luna would pretend she didn't know anyone from LG.


She wasn't going to be an apostle (she just wanted to know more about them), but this level of embarrassment was definitely not worth turning up to the event for.

I don't feel safe here. No one is trustworthy. I saw Soran and I calmed a bit. It'd be safe to follow his lead for now. The others seem to want something from this group of new authoritarians that call themselves "justice". What the fuck is this?? Batman?? Fuck that. I would join so this school would be less fucked up than it should be. Plus, the school needs a little scare to shut them up. Then.... I saw Alex...
The little fuck face decided to show up and present himself to this group. I know what he's doing. It's the OLDEST trick in the book. I decided to ruin his day...
"HOW IS THE TITAN GANG GOING ALEX DRAGON, MEMBER OF THE TITAN GANG??"
I would wave with etiquette and politeness as I see the regulators drag the dip bitch away to Stupid Land.