[h2][center]Xx---------------------------xX [u][b][color=DEBA5E]E[/color][/b][color=7CCD7C]x[/color][b][color=DEBA5E]p[/color][/b][color=7CCD7C]e[/color][b][color=DEBA5E]r[/color][/b][color=7CCD7C]i[/color][b][color=DEBA5E]m[/color][/b][color=7CCD7C]e[/color][b][color=DEBA5E]n[/color][/b][color=7CCD7C]t[/color][b][color=DEBA5E]a[/color][/b][color=7CCD7C]l[/color][/u] [u][b][color=DEBA5E]T[/color][/b][color=7CCD7C]e[/color][b][color=DEBA5E]a[/color][/b][color=7CCD7C]m[/color][/u] Xx---------------------------xX[/center][/h2] [u]Moments before all chaos broke out-Literally--> Present [/u] As Omar wheeled Cade toward a table, Samad exchanged a look with his younger brother and promptly moved to the nearest table to the exit. His hands gripped then slid one of the three chairs to the side before gesturing to place Cade there. Without another word, clearly showed dislike in his obligation, Samad then departed to grab Cade to eat from the bar set out for the students that ate throughout the day. Meanwhile, Omar bidded Cade good bye as he departed for something that required his attention. While Cade wanted to ask, he got the impression he wouldn’t have gotten the answer that would’ve satisfied his curiosity and instead merely watched the man exit the cafeteria. Still feeling weak, he settled into hard plastic of the wheelchair and casually glance about. That’s when he spotted trouble. One of the notorious Bean Sidhes, or Banshees more commonly, caught his attention. The redhead had began to stride, each step a mission, toward some asylums talking to some of the students from Innocence. Meanwhile her partner held back, sitting with Ante Mortem and sipping tea. That grim coffin propped against the back wall as they all seemed to be eyeing the tension between the celtic looking woman and another asylum. Innocence. The name left a bitter impression on his mind as he subtly snorted under his breath at the name since it was anything but innocent. In fact, it was a brutal and unforgiving training faculty that taught children who surged in Alchemical arts into being the best killers AMRO could produce. Cade’s hand tightened upon his wheelchair arm end until his knuckles turned white briefly then released. Most of these children didn’t know what they were missing, but having surged at a late age, he did. [color=ed1c24]”I hear you’ve been telling stories!”[/color] Maeve’s voice broke Cade’s reflection over his history over the school,[color=ed1c24] “Mind telling me one?”[/color] Cade got a dark, foreboding feeling over where this conversation was heading. Naturally his instincts were dead right. All the color drained from his skin upon overhearing the tell as his expression showed the horror of it in a subtle way, his eyes unable to remove themselves from the one responsible for it. The glass shattered breaking the spell as the fight broke out in the room. Naturally anyone nearby was quickly roped into it and what started off small conflict became an all out brawl. Samad had returned, unfazed by the fighting in the middle of the cafeteria, as he set down Cade’s plate. His lips frowned upon seeing his partner distracted by the ongoings in the room. Other than the unpleasant sounds clashing of plates, fists randomly flying and tables being upturned, the older Asylum was unfazed by the scene as he plopped down to eat himself. While the Banshees were outnumbered, Samad knew authorities would arrive shortly to prevent anyone from being killed and end the fight abruptly. All those involved would be punished with either a slap on the wrist or worse depending on what the higher ups sought to be fitting Unlike Maeve, he wasn’t about to get involved over something trivial as another scumbag bragging about killing kids. While the red headed Banshee might feel good about punching the living shit from the worthless trash, it wouldn’t change anything. The rogue children were likely dead no matter what, either through AMRO or another less stupid Asylum. That was the price for going against someone more powerful than you. Samad knew the Asylum wasn’t about to suffer for his past actions, or AMRO would’ve done it already the moment he reported and spread the story among the students. Since the organization didn’t seem to think it was important enough to punish the idiot for, this hound wasn’t about to get a stick beating by the master for fighting in the yard and stirring up the other mutts up. Ignoring the fighting in the background, Samad began to slid off a meat chunk off his first lamb kabob. It had a strong lemon, rosemary and olive oil scent from the grill as he tested the juiciness with a light pinch between his fingers. The liquid oozed out causing him to bite into it, savoring the medium-rare texture. Enjoying the burst of flavor, he began to chew and finish the rest while going for a red onion piece. His eyes darted upward to see Cade hasn’t touched his plate yet. Instead he was distracted by the fight and undoubtedly debating on how to help the two female asylums. The thought was enough to make his eyes roll in frustration as he finished chewing. Pausing on eating the red onion, he addressed Cade in a chiding fashion, [b][color=deba5e]“Stop staring, eat and don’t forget your medicine. Omar already said he gave you it and that it required food to work properly. I don’t want to be hauling you around in a wheelchair all the time.”[/color][/b] [color=7ccd7c][i] ‘Aren’t we….help them?’[/i][/color] Cade asked, ripping his eyes away from the fighting. As Cade’s mind reached through their imperfect link, Samad heard the broken speech and naturally translated it best he could. It didn’t take a genius to determine how his younger partner felt about the whole situation and what he wanted them to do. Still eating, he emptied his mouth to reply,[b][color=deba5e] “No.”[/color][/b] No additional explanation was offered. [color=7ccd7c] “Why now?”[/color] [color=deba5e][b] “They brought it on themselves. The Celtic lesbian sharmuta (whore) took the first swing, and shortly authorities will arrive to stop this.”[/b][/color] Cade frowned as he rolled from the table, pulling his wheelchair back. He bent at the waist down to his bag at his legs and began to rummage through it. [color=deba5e][b] “What are you doing now?”[/b][/color] Samad said through bites. [color=7ccd7c] “I’m going to help them. Or at least stop this stupid fight before someone gets killed.”[/color] [color=deba5e][b] “You can barely walk, one hit and you’re likely to get killed. So eat and stop being an humanitarian, it doesn’t suit an Asylum,”[/b][/color] Samad’s words tossed away the concern that Cade had as being childish, but he stopped eating to watch his partner continue to dig into the bag. Realizing the man wasn’t about about listen to facts, the Iranian sighed then gritted his teeth silently for a moment,[color=deba5e][b] “Give me your bo staff.”[/b][/color] [color=7ccd7c] “What?”[/color] Cade paused, then looked at Samad as he righted himself for a moment. [color=deba5e][b] “You heard me. Give me your bo staff and a vial of that blood pressure medication you keep, now. You want me to try to see if I can limit the injuries, you need to stay out of the way and eat. Now… is there anyone you know that will keep you from doing something stupid?”[/b][/color] Samad asked, his hands folded under his chin. He waited patiently for Cade’s answer as the Asylum looked about, immediately spotting Audrey and her friend. Reluctantly, the blonde then passed over his bo staff and a glass bottle then took a look around. He then pointed in Audrey’s direction,[color=7ccd7c] “I know her- Samad, what are you doing?!?”[/color] Samad didn’t answer when he snatched up the bo staff, bottle and hooked his cane upon his arm upon his upright standance. Casually he picked up Cade’s still warm plate then plopped it down on his lap. The heat made Cade flinch and immediately jerk it from its place, preventing it from burning anything important. Meanwhile, Samad rolled a still heavily scarred Cade toward the direction he indicated earlier. Not bothering to ask, Samad spoke to the two girls. He pointed to Audrey first,[color=deba5e][b] “Alright, this is Cade and he claims to know you. Watch him, don’t let him get up and make him eat. I’ll be back for him after I stop his complaining.”[/b][/color] Not giving Cade or Audrey any chance to protest or ask questions, the Iranian turned to move back to his table and pick his food up again. Then worked his way into a seat closest, but not directly, into the conflict.