[u][i]Headmaster Dellamorte.[/i][/u] --- A student? Headmaster Dellamorte stopped in his tracks and turned around towards Kade. She was asking to speak with him...? No. No student speaks to him outside of his appointments. "No." The Headmaster sternly said as he walked off, completely ignoring Kade. Like a boss. --- [i][u]Valjean Vaseal, Ben & Claire Voss[/u][/i] --- Yadda, yadda, yadda. Bullshit, bullshit, and, shocker, more bullshit. That's all that came out of Kade's mouth! To the surprise of [i]no one[/i]. Valjean himself found it all too funny - little bitch thinks she's tough, huh? Well, he could show her how wrong she is right now, but there's too many people watching... Even without Lizard-freak, or Adumb, there's probably [i]one[/i] goody-two-shoes who would step in to feel important. To top it off, Kade told him to "watch his back". Pttf. What jackass would try and sneak up on him? Anyone with a brain knows about his seismic sensee and his sense of smell. It'd pick up anything. Anything! As Kade walked off. "Oh, I'm sorry," Valjean said with a smirk, he took a step back (leaving one foot in front) and put both of his hands up. "I think you mistaken me for one of your weak-ass friends." He let his French accent slip in as he replied. Only bitch that needs their back watched is Kade herself, and these punk-ass kids who can't shit without mommy or daddy holding their hand. "[i]Bonjour[/i]." Valjean said easily the most well-known French word. That Kade girl is cute. If that dumbass survives the night; then Valjean would be surprised. He still had the fleeting suspicion she did - and he knew from her reaction that the feeling's mutual. Whatever. Valjean found a seat and dropped his French ass onto it and waited for this speech to be over. When the Headmaster walked on, and talked his shit, it was brilliant! No, not the speech itself (It was pretty shitty) but how everyone - even Debby - was getting all riled up about it. Then the Lizard-Freak had to step up and play hero. Valjean made a loud (And rude as possible) "Pttf!" sound as he sinked deeper into his seat. Henry just proved the same thing - for like the thirteenth time! That he's a big. Scaly. Tool. Gotta do stuff like this to look important (When he's really not!). Eh, whatever. Time to move along, eh? Not too much to go over here. Valjean looked over at Debby... and she's leaving with... What had to be the biggest fucker on the planet. Valjean totally ignored everyone else- because who gives a fuck about them? - and focused on Ben. Even from a glance, Valjean knew that this guy meant business! More importantly, why the hell is Debby leaving with him? He understood leaving with the red-haired dyke, but this guy? His dick probably fell off from all the roids. Valjean's strength on the other hand? All natural, baby. But that wasn't the point. Point was that Debby was leaving with Ben. Which can't be happening. Nope. Nope. No good. The only natural thing to do here was go after them! Make a scene! Be a man! Make Ben into a bitch! Thankfully, following them out of sight was easy-peasy. Seismic-sense made that all too easy. They were heading for the Garden? That lame place? Come on, Debby, go somewhere cooler than [i]that[/i]. Valjean rolled his eyes. He thinks one time he pissed on some flowers. Hahaha. He thinks they grew [i]real[/i] big after that one! Valjean followed them in... thankfully Debby, the Ginger, and some generic bitch, walked out. Good, good. This was a matter that was best settled between men. All Jean has to do is scare this big man off, and they'll be all set. No need for anyone else to get involved. Ben was estatic that they were heading to the garden. It was his place of happiness and it gave him a sense of calm. It was full of health and life and it was just the place he wanted to go to right now. As they walked in, a few flowers seemed to pop up underneath Ben's feet from his mere presence. There was a spring in his step. It made him [i]happy[/i]. To some it might seem comical that a person like him seemed to be enjoying himself with something so simple, but Ben didn't care much about that. "I love seeing him like this." Claire said as she walked beside Deborah and Shannon. "He would always run through the fields in our ranch and come home covered in dirt and sweat and always had a huge grin on his face." she continued. "Ever since I met him he's been pretty in touch with the world around him. It's... it's kinda like I married a big sweet kid." She said. "We're both pretty immature though." She waved goodbye to them as they walked off to speak with Aislin about something. She didn't feel like prying at the moment. She'd have to get to know Aislin. She seemed like a nice girl. She took a seat on one of the garden's benches and decided to watch Ben enjoy himself. He needed to do that, he hadn't in a while. "Hey big man, what are you doing?" Valjean said as he approached, his accent was thick. He rubbed his hands together as if he was dusting something off. He would use his powers - but fuck that. He didn't [i]need[/i] superpowers for this one. "What you doing following my girl around like a little puppy-dog?" Valjean completely ignored Claire. Ben turned around, and looked down, per the usual, to come face to face with what looked like a football player. He was tall, muscular, and had a French accent. That was pretty cool! He raisd an eyebrow at Valjean, he had gotten to the garden before the others had, and they had just walked off and he had shown no intention of following them. He shrugged, bent over and plucked a flower out of the ground and stuck it in the crook of Valjean's hair, he then turned around to continue with whatever it was he was doing. "He's mute." Claire pitched in from the sidelines, her arms crossed as she looked at the scene humorously. Valjean looked confused when the big man put a goddamn flower in his hair. A fucking flower. Was this guy retarded or something? Valjean grabbed onto the stem of the flower, and focused really hard. The flower crumbled into sand... piece by piece. "Heeeey, what the fuck?" Valjean asked. "I'm trying to have a man-to-man talk with him and you put a goddamn flower in my hair?" It only registered later what Claire had said about him being mute. "Oh." He shrugged. Well, time to talk with his fists! Valjean didn't have time to play charades with this moron. He quickly thrusted his fist right into Ben's chest. Take his goddamn breath away and leave him rolling around on the ground winded! Ben turned around to listen to whatever Claire was saying just in time to have a solid punch land on his chest. He stumbled back, not winded, but he was holding his chest with one hand and had a stunned expression on his face. He had a look that said 'Why would you [i]DO[/i] that?'. Claire stood up at this display. "What the hell was that for?" she questioned. She didn't run in, she knew better than that because this guy could very likely hit her. She couldn't take a punch like Ben could. She stood and watched for now. She'd move in and seperate them if she really needed to. Ben would listen to her, he wouldn't hurt her. He was capable and mature enough to handle himself, and he seemed more surprised than upset or angry. Whoa? Why isn't he on the ground? Looks like he'll have to do a lot more to bring this motherfucker down. Maybe punch him like... five more times? Maybe fifty. Fifty punches right to the dick. Valjean absentmindedly shrugged in response to Claire. "Mute fucker should have stayed away from my girl." Valjean quickly answered Claire as he scanned her up and down. Damn. She has nice tits. She could use them like a goddamn hot air balloon if she wanted to. "But [i]you[/i] on the other hand... Have some very nice tits." He flashed her a cocky smile. Ben saw red for a moment, and while Valjean's back was turned, Ben looked ready to grab him by the neck and pop his head off of his shoulders. But he took a breath, and stopped. He took a step back, and grabbed Valjean's shoulder and turned him around, and then pointed to her, and then to the ring on his ring finger. Hopefully he'd get the message. Valjean brushed Ben's hand off his shoulder. Hands off the merchandise, boy. But what was he pointing at? Oh... Oh... Oh! A wedding ring. Someone married this big ape? You know what they say. Accidents happen! But still, if he relents now, this whole thing would make him look dumb. "Oh, well. [i]Accidents happen[/i]." Valjean shrugged yet again. He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was mocking Ben. Well, he thought that he should just piss off Ben here and have some fun. If he were to guess... the chick right here was his wifey Valjean slid over to Claire and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling himself closer to her face. "Please tell me that you're single, good looking..." "Hands off the merchendise." Claire just about hissed. She then grabbed his wrist with one hand and his elbow with the other. One one swift motion she ducked her head underneath his arm and rolled Valjean's arm away, twisting as she went and putting him into an armbar. She pressed down, forcing Valjean to the floor and pressing his face into the dirt. She would go farther as to choking him out using her leg, but she didn't need to do that. It was a bit much. She stared down at him, connecting with his mind for a moment. Her face contorted into disbelief and disgust. "I'll need to speak to Deborah about you." she said, her grip tightening for a moment before she released him and stepped away, glaring at him. He was still between Ben and herself, but there was some distance between this creep now. At least there was that. "Hey, yo, what the fuck!" Apparently this Asian chick knows some kung-fu! Apparently being politically correct worked against Valjean this time around. "Let go of me!" Valjean shouted. He tried to struggle... Well, it's about time to show her the power of the Desert Scorpion! He created two scorpion pinchers out of his back, right at his shoulder blades. He had to, unfortunately, pierce through his outfit and burst straight out to knock Claire off him. But it was so quick and surprising that Claire didn't have time to react. Valjean jumped up to his feet... With Scorpion pinchers popping out of his back. "Well..." Valjean shrugged. "Looks like you and ching-chong-ching had to push your luck, eh?" He dropped into a boxing stance. Looking at both of them. Valjean slammed his foot onto the hard concrete floor and stirred up a sand-storm out of thin air and spread outwards. Valjean's tan exoskeleton traveled up his leg and quickly transformed himself into his scorpion form. He was getting ready. Ben, at this point, was done with this. The fact that this... person, had hurt Claire, who was currently holding her arm which was bleeding somewhat, it was too much for him to take. He was a gentle giant, but he wouldn't stand there and let his wife be hurt and bullied. With one swift motion, Ben wound his arm back, his knuckles briefly turning into solid oakwood, and with a semi-practiced hand began getting ready to throw a solid punch. But Claire pushed him out of the way, a small piece of her shirt torn off the cover the wound. She couldn't risk Ben fighting this person. Ben could seriously injur someone. She'd have to do the best she could. She was already sweating in the new heat being produced. She connected minds with Valjean again, ignoring his thoughts. She'd hopefully have the edge in dodging his attacks by knowing what he was thinking, but she didn't have the stamina, especially in this heat, to react. She knew she wouldn't. She was hoping that he'd tire before she would. Ben stumbled back, and ground his teeth and glared, but took a deep breath. He concentrated, falling into a sitting position for a moment as far away from the two as possible, and began to focus. Huge tendrils of plant and wood shot up around him, forming a protective ball around his body. He was absorbing power fromt he ground and the garden. The sand and the expanding desert began to affect it's growth, already influencing the end result. Claire turned her head, for a moment to see what Ben was doing. Oh no. This was bad. She wanted to connect with him, tell him to get a teacher, but she couldn't do that. She couldn't risk cutting the link between herself and Valjean or risk being caught off guard and seriously injured. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the sand and warm air. She stared hard at Valjean. It was on. On like Donkey Kong.