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Raymond

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a character in “Code Geass: A new war”, as played by 10tanksonawall

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Age: 18?
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150 lbs





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Personality: Raymond is a mostly care-free individual. Having only been immortal for a comparatively short time (a hundred years or so), he still feels like a normal guy, despite having been through more than anyone should rightly have to. In fact, his whole outlook on life is all one big wall to keep his from going crazy. He likes to live in the moment, taking things as they come, without worrying about what the past brings or what the future holds.

However, when the lives of his friends are threatened, he drops his care-free persona in favor of the ruthless drive of a fanatic, the tactical mind of a general, and the devastating skill of a special-forces operative.

Likes:
  • good friends
  • good drinks (Doesn't drink beer. He can't get drunk off of it, and doesn't like the taste anyways)
  • good music
  • a good time
  • good fun
  • good jokes
  • a good fight (He doesn't really care if he wins or loses, so long as it wasn't a curb-stomp one way or the other)
  • machines
  • his guitar
Dislikes:
  • boredom
  • inactivity
  • an easy win (See above)
  • rich snobs (he has no problem with rich people, so long as they aren't jerks about it and worked hard to make their living)

Skills/Talents: Raymond has lived in just about every corner of the world. He speaks many different languages semi-fluently, has picked up several different forms of martial arts, is a decent shot with whatever he can get his hands on, and has experience piloting Knightmare Frames. Having worked wherever he goes, he has also picked up several useful skills, like electromechanical engineering.

Flaws:
  • His lifestyle makes him an obvious personality. Hiding isn't something he likes to do either.
  • He grew up in a household that encouraged free speech. He will speak his mind, whether you want to hear it or not.




History: To Be Revealed...


Other: Raymond has a guitar which he treasures dearly. It was given to him by a very dear friend back when he wasn't immortal, and has kept it in good shape ever since. In place of a pick, he uses his friend's dog tag, which he wears around his neck on a necklace.

Thoughts and relationships to other characters: TBD

So begins...

Raymond's Story

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The student council meeting came to a close, and Raymond left to his locker to grab the books he'd need for tonight's homework. This year, he'd decided that he'd try the 'slightly-crazy-but-still-a-good-kid' angle. He'd done the jock archetype in the EU last year, and while he had to admit that the physical activity and attention for bringing their team to the district's football finals were nice, he preferred keeping things simple. So when that school year finished, and he'd graduated for, quite literally, the hundredth time, he'd packed his bags for Japan. Ashford had caught his eye, and one expertly forged set of entry papers - conveniently showing he had all the credits he'd need to graduate - later, he'd gotten in.

He got to his locker, and grabbed his books. The Calculus homework would be done fairly easily. He'd considered going for the lower level algebra class again this year, but he wanted to keep things fresh. The Physics would fall in line soon after. He was regretting the history course, though. It was just glorification of Britannia's past. He shoved that book into his bag, too. He closed the cold metal door with a loud bang, and gave it a good kick when the bottom corner got stuck as it usually did. Slinging the bag over his shoulders added the weight that he'd grown used to.

He made his way over to his dorm, and remembered that he'd decided to get some groceries today. Opening his fridge reminded him that he needed milk, among other things. Sighing, he closed the fridge door, shrugged off his backpack, and grabbed his helmet off of the hat rack. It was a black helmet with a red stripe down the center, arcing over the head and ending at the back.

He left the school building for the parking lot, and noticed that Alexia and Cecelia had already left. He sighed. Ray needed to talk to Alexia. He'd only known her for a few months, but he already knew plenty about her. He knew that she was a Britannian princess. He knew that she was a bastard child. He knew that she hated everything her home country stood for. He knew that her sister had a Geass. He knew that she would be able to take one as well.

He clutched the dog-tag that sat around his neck, the one that his friend had given him before going off to fight the Britannians, never to come back. The only person that he'd ever loved. The person who'd taken him off of the street when she could barely care for herself. The person who treated him like a brother. The person who'd promised him that she'd come back. She was the one he was fighting for. He'd moved past it for a long time, but when Lelouch came around, he'd wished for the best. When Lelouch's rebellion failed to meet Raymond's expectations of permanent change, he decided that he wasn't over Britannia. He decided that he still wanted to see their empire, and all of the pain and suffering it stood for, fall into rubble.

Alexia... Raymond knew that she could do it.
He found her and her sister at a Britannian checkpoint, a Britannian official towering over her, Alexia rubbing at her face, the official's hands clenched into fists. Raymond quickly put two and two together, and pulled his bike off to the side of the road. Before he could put his fifty years of contact-sports training into practice, though... Corvo - Wasn't that his name? - went up to the official and spoke a few choice words with him. The official seemed to back down, and left.

Raymond walked his bike up to the others, and left it there. "Everyone okay?" He asked, taking his helmet off.

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Rantou was stuck limping across the grounds of Ashford Academy later than usual. He'd nearly forgotten his crutch- something required if he wanted to continue to live normally. This was further complicated due to security check points as a result of a rather unskilled act of arson during the recent coronation. His limbs set off metal detectors- add in the fact he's naturally born Japanese and you get an accident waiting to happen. His record of military service to 'become' and Honorary Britanian complete with credits from a duke saying he saved his life at personal cost saved him some trouble. The metal detector was brushed over as skeletal braces for crushed bones- resulting in standard heckling of a 'civilized animal'. Nonetheless he had been forced to grit his teeth and deal with it- merely getting a job at Ashford had been hard enough and he couldn't afford to blow it.

However, his tardiness allowed him to witness a rather interesting scene. One of the female students had been assaulted by a soldier- probably for voicing a less-than-popular opinion. A larger male student,one that could honestly pass for a poorly trained stealth operations soldier, stepped in an helped bring the affair to closure. The kid must have had a way with words, finally a kid wearing a helmet walked to the scene. All-in-all a clean wrap up- one he could not take place in. The first reason was he couldn't afford to let Britania know he was anything but a crippled citizen. The second reason was his 'crippled' status required a crutch which still camp with a heavy limp- he couldn't exactly move fast. Granted the limp was real enough- a set of combat equipment being forced to operate far below its standard levels is bound to behave funnily. That didn't make having to watch the scene any easier.

At any rate, it meant he had to get back to work. He double checked to ensure he had everything for grounds keeping duties: manning the lawns, keeping plants trimmed, windows and floors polished etc. The students themselves took part in these activities but he had been hired to 'fine tune' their work for the professional look the Academy desired. At less than five paces, he encountered a slight issue- apparently he'd unconsciously damaged his crutch while watching the affair. With a couple staggered steps he jiggled it loose. Since the crutch was rather well used and not exactly perfectly maintained- a simple defect of its adjustable supports falling out wouldn't be too suspicious. That still didn't help any when the fall finally came.

"Woah-," an instinctive vocalization happened at the moment the crutch finally fell apart. He still made an effort to make his right side take the impact- falling on his left wouldn't exactly let him have the proper pained expression. That and metal hitting grass would definitely not look like flesh hitting grass. With those bits of thoughts in mind, his body pitched forward and Rantou toppled to the ground. A genuine look of dismay did appear on his face after the world stopped moving. One of the parts to secure the broken aid had fallen significantly further away than expected. This wasn't too big an issue, under normal operations he could just get up and fetch the part. But under the machine's current limitations, standing up again was not possible without something extra to help him balance. Whether it was luck or not, his act had become the real thing. Naturally most students ignored his plight, to virtually the entire student body he may as well be part of the background. But he still needed to perform a real job at the campus and this incident was interfering with the matter.

"A little help?" Rantou didn't expect any aide in response to his unemotional plea. In truth he'd already begun gathering what he could before he'd asked. His left arm allegedly had minimal functionality, essentially it was meant to act as an extra grip while his right hand worked. As such, he was left holding everything in that hand while trying to drag his body with just his right arm.

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"A-01 and A-04, move to point Z-5 and take out the enemies there. B squad will fill in the gap between A-03 and C-02." In the distant, where the citizens remains ignorant, a terrorist attack took place. However, this was one of the smaller terrorist incidents where only soldiers is needed. Unless a Knightmare appears, there is only one man who refuses to go out into the battlefield; Fate. The young Knight of Three was sent here, Area 11, to observe the movements of Alexia de Britannia. She was suspected to reenact the Black Rebellion, where her half brother, Lelouch vi Britannia had managed to take back Area 11 and rename it to Japan; only to be killed in the end and have his hard-work turned back to square one after a year.

Fate stood in front of the map that records down everything on the battlefield. He was a great asset as before he came, the war never seemed to end. Fate clicked his tongue in disagreement. He wanted to just end the battle quickly and go back to reading that new book that recently got his attention, "Black Variant". It's based on the Black Rebellion, and while it is a disgrace to Britannia, Zero's actions and his ability to manipulate and predict his enemies's actions were impressive. Something to take note of when in a war.

Moments later, a soldier called in. "Sir, we appeared to have found Elevens hiding inside a warehouse. Should we take them out too?" Fate pondered for a while. In order to keep up his reputation, he will have to take out the Japanese or like his superiors always said, "They will come back and blame their fellow Elevens's death and attempt to kill you. Pay them no mercy, unless you want to get killed." He really didn't want to do it. He didn't have a reason to. "Your orders, sir?"

"Spare them. If they're armed, take them out. Those who are normal civilians should be spared." Rejections start to rise in the vehicle. The other officers in the command room spoke to each other whilst looking at the blue-haired young man in disgust. "But sir! These are Elevens! They were the ones who dared to rebel us during the Black Rebel-" The soldier was cut by the Fate. "We're not killing machines. We're proud soldiers on the battlefield before nationality. As soldiers, we do not mindless kill just because they are of other nationality, even if they once rebelled out nation. Now, do as I command or I will personally execute you."

The frightening voice of the Knight terrified everyone in the command room including the soldier on the radio. The soldier obeyed the blue-haired Knight's orders and left the civilians alive before open firing at some the ones that decided to give up their lives and charge at the soldiers, knife in hand. "Idiots." He clicked his tongue again. He wondered why these people were so eager to give up their lives. Well, it didn't mattered to him. "Sir, point Z-5 is now cleared." Fate nodded. The map were already almost clear of enemies, signalling that the battle was about to end.

"Alright. Units at point F-2 are to move to point G-4 and clear out the rest of the enemy. Rest of you who's free, clean up the place." That was all he needed to do. He left the room, telling the other officers in the room to see through the rest of the war. "That was useless. Can't believe the first thing I do when I reach Area 11 is this. Can't help it, I guess."




Arriving at a double storied house, he was greeted by a few letters in his mailbox. It wasn't all that special; the roof was painted in the common brick red and the rest was plain white. Really, he was too lazy to decorate in the house that he was going to temporary live in until he was called back to Britannia for more of those gathering of the Knights thing, but he guessed that living by himself in a house should be a rest from those kinda things in a while.

Opening the door, he found his usual stuff around the room. However, the laptop that was kept opened and running was weird. Since when did he left it open? This morning, before he went to that battlefield, he remembered that he had cl- Oh. That was last night. He put his palms over his face. Last. Night. He remembered something in the night at evening. How forgetful can he get? He closed and locked the door, taking off his holsters and vest, sitting down on his usual couch and turned on the TV. As usual, nothing interesting was on the news other than the terrorist incident he had dealt with half an hour ago.

He went into the kitchen and decided to whip himself up some breakfast that - Wait. Why would he have breakfast meals when it's in the evening? "Ugh. It's evening and I'm making myself meals served in breakfast. Great, what's next? I wake up in the morning and thought it was still midnight? That'll be funnier than dropping a-" Just as he said that, the bacon he had cooked had dropped to the ground perfectly.

"I've gotta shut my mouth, sometimes. I don't want to drop my -" And there goes the sound of a shattering plate. He stood and stared at the broken plate. "Okay, I'll have some cup noodle." This time, he managed to get hid food done and ready to eat, burning his hands a few times while pouring hot water into the cup and getting his tongue burned from forgetting that he had to let it cool-down before eating it. "Sigh."

He sat down in front of his laptop and opened a program. Multiple screens popped out. One of the screen - A camera - was floating around a highway where an incident seemed to have took place. There was Alexia, who was obviously pissed. Then a man in a helmet, taking off his helmet later on. Then there's another man who, like Fate, had blue hair. Who was he again? Carvi? Corva? Corvo? Yeah, that sounds about right. If he remembered correctly, that man was someone of small notice. He's in the Britannia army but under the guise of an Ashford student, he is tasked to keep an eye on Alexia - again, like him -

There were a lot of coincidences with this Corvo man and Fate himself, however, as he pays no mind to suck a thing, he continues to observe the situation. Hopefully, nothing will happen. After finishing his cup of noodle, he has to catch up on reading the "Black Variant". Its due next week and he still had about five hundred more pages to catch up on. "I need to plan a schedule for this when I'm free next time. If this keeps up, I don't even know if my life here will be okay."

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Alexia gritted her teeth in pain but before she could use a tounge lashing as her weapon of choice to the officer Corvo had stepped in. She had wondered where exactly he was headed as she didn't know where he lived and she didn't notice him having to go the same route as Alexia and CeeCee to go home. Alexia took his hand anyway and stood up. She was about to reply to Corvo when Raymond came. "Yeah everything's fine." she stated to both of them and saw from the corner of her eye where her sister had headed. "One thing I hate more than arrogance is discrimination and that officer is the exact epitome of both." Alexia stated, lowly.

Alexia wasn't afraid to stand up to some officer or high ranking soldier she always refused to sit by and watch while arrogant Britannians tret Japenese people like lesser beings because of their race. It's despicable to her and it disgusts her to no end. To her a hit to the eye is nothing as she can handle it but she can't endure seeing brutality to those who inhabited the very country Britannia came and stole..twice. Oppression is something Alexia refuses to take part or witness and do nothing. She hates is with a passion and it's why she understood Lelouch. His actions are something she didn't codone too much but she understood it. The way she sees it is that she may not be Japanese but she goes against everything her country stands for.

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"Did everything I just say pass over your head, Alexia?" Corvo let out a dramatic sigh that fell into a smaller smile. "But I guess it could have gone much worse. They aren't the most understanding of folks...I wasn't sure he'd actually listen to me. Man, we got lucky." Whereas a basic soldier like that scared Corvo in reality as much as a kitten did (well, less because he's actually somewhat allergic to cats), the student alias he had couldn't put up such a front. After all, what kind of student is used to being in pressured situations such as these? Not many he'd know. Then again, he didn't know many students to begin with before his recent objective was named.

Corvo managed to turn his head to the approaching man who took off his helmet, revealing his once-hidden face behind it. It was the face of another student that Crownguard had seen every once in a while. Raymond. He couldn't recall if he and Raymond ever spoke before, but he did know the man's name. So much is mandatory when secretly watching over another. Couldn't have someone you didn't at least have a name on when doing so. "Like I said, we got off lucky, haha..." he offered a light chuckle, pretending effectively to be relieved he nothing escalated. Actually, though he could've shown that soldier what the floor tasted like were he to really fight, Corvo would probably have had to take a beating to keep his cover otherwise. Man that would have sucked. The things he does to be a student...

As far as Corvo was concerned, this Raymond fellow was simply a bit odd, but nothing too special. He just felt... goofy. He was a nice kid and hadn't ever done anything violent so long as Corvo was watching him, but he didn't often lace his words with too much kindness in certain situations. He was not a threat - is the summary of Corvo's thoughts on him. Now, the woman near the bike however....

Alexia's sister was, for lack of further words, interesting. There was much more on her sister than there was on her, and even in the time he had known her, she didn't give him any chances to get close. From what he gathered, she disliked him. Or maybe she had a crush on him, but that would be assuming she was a 3rd grade girl who didn't know how to get a boy to like him so she hit him (in this case with unkindness). Corvo wasn't sure to be relieved or sad, but he figured that she was not a 3rd grade girl, and thusly she probably just didn't like him. His personality as a student gained him many friends, which surprised him, but he'd be an idiot to think that he could get everyone to like him. Nobody likes everybody, after all. Still though, while his mission was Alexia, Corvo did not like that the only other person he actually had any reason to befriend had always given him nothing to go off of.

Plus shes kinda cute.... Is that right? Or no, the guy usually has to be oblivious to the girls.... Still not sure the damn shows they have me watch are good for my social understanding of civilian teenagers. I mean what does pretending to have odd thoughts that I don't voice even do?!

Corvo mentally calmed down and made a note to see if there was something else he was supposed to be picking up from the anime his superiors gave him to watch. Somehow he doubted that girls tended all flock to one guy, and honestly since he took the course to rid himself of most desires that young teenagers have or the want to date, he couldn't care less. All just meaningless if you ask him. Hell, this most of this post is meaningless, Pants just couldn't think because a friend was bugging him while he wrote and he needed some form of filler. Now, to get back on track.....

"Well, stay safe guys." Corvo moved his eyes from the younger sibling of Alexia's to wherever. He didn't want to actually look like he was checking her out or something. Pfft, like he could appreciate beauty! Hahaha.... well, maybe a little.... "I know how assholish the soldiers can be, but getting yourself beat up won't do much to change their opinion. But I honestly don't like them either. Nothing good came from their treatment of Japanese last time, nothing good will come now." Corvo explained, honestly as he could. Not like his superiors would think this is anything more than him attempting to get closer, so he could say pretty much anything if it sounded like he was siding with her for the mission.

[OOC: Sorry about random nothing, honestly couldn't think. :C]

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Raymond ran through his mental list. He knew by the way Corvo Crownguard acted around Alexia that he harbored feelings for her on some level. He knew that Corvo was military. The way he carried himself, how he acted, the subtle tones of his voice, and the build of his body all pointed to it. He couldn't be ex-military, either. He hadn't been around nearly long enough. Raymond knew military, and Corvo was military.

He knew that Cecelia was quite the technophile. The way she fiddled with that circuit board, the project she was working on in the Advanced Individual Studies course that a couple of the Ashford students had signed up for, and most importantly, the fact that she had a rather impressive Geass in her hands. Of course, he'd never tell her that he knew she had a Geass.

Then there was Alexia. Raymond knew that she and her sister were ex-royalty. The emphasis on the ex came from how they acted. They didn't flaunt their bloodline, and, despite being Britannians, they didn't seem to like Britannia. Alexia, in particular, seemed to care quite a bit about the lower classes, and both seemed to harbor quite a bit of resentment towards the nobility.

Alexia could go somewhere with a Geass. The only problem would be if she could handle it or not. Not everyone could. Raymond almost hadn't been able to handle his own Geass...

He snapped back when Corvo started talking again. "I know how assholish the soldiers can be, but getting yourself beat up won't do much to change their opinion. But I honestly don't like them either. Nothing good came from their treatment of Japanese last time, nothing good will come now."

Raymond turned to Alexia. "Do you think I could talk to you for a bit, Alexia?" Raymond asked.

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Alexia nodded at what Corvo said and bid him farewell. She had begun walking when suddenly it seemed Raymond had something on his mind and whished to speak to her. She turned to him and nodded. "Sure Raymond." she looked back at Cecelia signalling with her hand to wait and walked off with Raymond. Whatever it seemed he wanted to say seemed pretty serious to Alexia.

She of course knew Raymond from school. She wasn't really sure if she could call him a good friend but she knew of him and spoke to him a bit but wasn't too close to him. Alexia if she recalled correctly doubted she ever actually spoke to him alone therefore this occurrence seemed quite out of the ordinary but she wasn't complaining. She in truth wouldn't mind being friends with him and right now they could be considered somewhat friends or rather they treat each other in a friendly civil matter.

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Raymond looked at Alexia. "We've known each other for a while, Alexia." He said. "In that time, I've discovered quite a bit about you." He smiled. "You're kind. Compassionate. You don't look down on others, and you hate it when others do. You seem to love your sister more than anything, even if you two don't always get along."

His smile disappeared. "You're also a Britannian. Your feelings are incredibly off the norm of most Britannians. I hesitate to call you a fanatic simply because you don't commit every second of your life to those feelings."

"But I need to ask you something." He admitted. "I need to know one more thing about you before I can make an important decision." He stared into her eyes. "If there was a power in this world, one that would enable you to improve this dystopia... if the price for this power was the possibility that you'd lose yourself to it, the potential for you to become isolated from those you really care about..." His eyes flared, burning intensely. "Alexia de Britannia," he whispered, "That power exists, but at that price. Would you pay that price? Would you be willing to lose yourself to save this world from where it's going?"

Raymond reached out his hand. "If you are willing to pay that price, to accept that burden, in order to right the wrongs that this world suffers from, then take my hand, enter into Contract with me, and accept your Geass."

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Alexia at first was confused as to where he was going with things by the way Raymond spoke. One he started speaking of a power that she was familiar with she knew then who and what he was. He was speaking of geass as if he could grat it to her and by the end of what he said she was thoroughly shocked to say the least. She quickly shook herself free from the shock and eyed him.

"Wow. I never thought you'd be one to know so much about me or the one to ask me if I wanted geass." she started and sighed. "Though I suggest as long as we're here for you to not speak my real name as it is better for both of use. In truth I hate with a true passion how ugly this world has become and more importantly how Britannia has decided they were the master race pratically...so I except. I'm willing to face the consequences of geass even if it drives me to pure insanity." she said confidently.

She took hold of his hand. "I will put an end to this nightmare once and for all. I will change the world's current condition only I'm curious as to what you want from this contract." her voice rang with all seriousness but her facial expression remained nonchalant almost as if nothing was happening.

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The sophomore peered down at the circuity, those impossibly blue orbs narrowing every-so-slightly in confused excitement. It's quite beautiful.. mused her appraisal as her fingers turned over the sheet delicately, professionally. However, despite that it may project she was solely absorbed into the myriad of wires, CeeCee was, in fact, more attentive than one could imagine. In fact, while only the slightest huff of annoyance was given, her mind was automatically recording the forewarnings and agreements Corvo gave. And if he thought that she had missed his stare on latched onto her, then he was horribly mistaken. Idiot. Go away already.. Can't you tell you are breaking my concentration? hissed the agitated thoughts as she pocketed the hardwire. Sending him a hardened, stony glance, her gaze briefly flickered to the two forms of Raymond and her sister waltzing off. Like hell I'll just wait here like a child..

With a small tch and another fleeting glance over at the blue-haired man, the odd teen spun on her heels without a word. Sending another quick scan for any traces of the Britannia sheep, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips, CeeCee begun to make her way to their parked motorcycles. Calming walking over to them, their backs turned away from their precious machinery, the sophomore squatted down on the opposite side of the bikes. Running a hand over their sleek gray frame, a half smirk accompanying a small "heh", the girl slipped a hand into her left pocket. Summoning out the wire clippers, her icy orbs trailed along it's length with an approving determination.

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Raymond was about to gift her the Geass when she asked him why. He stopped for a moment, and sighed. "I'll admit, I've asked myself that question more times than I care to count. Typically, I come up with nothing but things that aren't why I'm doing this."

"I don't want money." He said. "I was always able to get what I needed by working for it. Don't want power either. I'm fine with what I've got. I'm not looking for glory or recognition. I'd rather stay out of the history books. I guess-"

He stopped short. Why had he never thought of it before? It was so obvious now. "I want memories." He said. "I want to be able to look back on this immortal life of mine, and know that I helped change this world. I don't need to be recognized for that. I don't want money or power in return. All I want is the knowledge that I made this world a better place."

He looked at Alexia. "You're my vessel to do it, Alexia. You're my catalyst. Now, I give you yours." He closed his eyes, and squeezed her hand...

He really didn't expect what he felt. It was a hard feeling to explain. It felt like a part of him was gone, but it didn't hurt to lose it. His head swam, like he was having a head rush after laying down for a long time, but he didn't lose his balance. His head cleared, and he looked at Alexia. "It work?"

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Alexia smiled at Ray's reasoning. "As part of my end of the contract I'll give you the memories you want." she stated and gasped lightly when it felt as a burst of light interrupted her vision. She closed her eyes and suddenly saw the bird-like figure which was the symbol for geass. Once the vision cleared and it was just darkness, she opened her eyes and eyed Raymond. "Yes it did work." Alexia stated in her usual demeanor.

Once again she acted as if nothing happened. She turned and caught a slight glimpse of her sister. As of right now she wouldn't engage with the Britannian military just yet as she didn't have the tools to just yet or the people to back her up plus with Corvo's sudden appearance after not ever noticing he took the same route as her home she was growing a tad suspicious of such an ocurrence. The military and night police were beginning to clear out but the blockage would still take a while to clear so as of right now besides the brutality she face no other brutal treatment was happening especially not to anyone who was Japnese. She'd play it safe behind the scenes for now until she had to make herself or her power known but presumably it was to be the latter first. "Thank you Raymond and I promise to make good on my word to you." she stated and made it back to CeeCee now happier than usual. "CeeCee let's get going we'll have to go the long way."

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Raymond smiled, nodded, and went back to his bike. It was then that he realized that he'd left the flash drive that basically had his life on it back at school. Sighing at his own forgetfulness, he turned around and headed back to the school.
The sun was beginning its track down below the horizon when he made it to school, but there was still a few hours of daylight left. He made his way towards his locker, passing through a small section of the school that had recently been turned into a memorial garden of some sort. Laying sprawled in the middle, trying to crawl towards a broken crutch, was Ashford's new grounds-keeper, Mr. Rantou. Raymond sighed, and slid the crutch towards the grounds-keeper's prone form.

"I hope you haven't been down for too long, Mr. Rantou." Raymond said, scanning the grass for the stop-bolt that he noticed was missing from the crutch. He spotted the glint of silvery metal, and scooped it up, handing it back to the prone man before helping him to his feet. "I guess it's a good thing I almost forgot my flash drive." Raymond said. "You'd have probably spent the rest of the day on the ground before the final grounds sweep found you. Are you alright?"

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Crawling with just his right arm was a pain. It wore out his right shoulder and it eventually became painful and progress was agonizingly slow. Even on Ashford's smooth lawn his clothes began to slide and fray- in fact the arm in question was entirely worn through and beginning to become raw by the time help arrived. He couldn't complain that it was in the form of someone in student council- but at least it allowed for another witness should he have to report anything. The retrieval of the stop-bolt was all he expected. The fact he was also helped to his feet truly caught him by surprise, to such an extent that he almost offered his left arm for assistance.

"Only long enough to hurt my pride," Rantou tried to cover up the true depth of the situation. "But yes your returning for the drive was a real blessing. I'd have been in some real trouble if final sweep found me on the ground without having finished my work. He reassembled the crutch as his spoke and returned it to its place under his left arm. He refrained from correcting the student regarding his name- for one Rantou was his first name and the fact that he was probably about the age of Raymond if appearance was any judge was a second reason.

"Must be something important on that drive though for you to rush back here, most students would have just waited until the school was open." The comment was partially stated to himself but mostly intended for small talk- at any rate student council had access to most any part of the school regardless of the hour so he probably wouldn't be needed in the fetching of the drive itself. Under that presumption he fetched the equipment he'd left on the ground when he fell. He kept his face from showing the internal complaint of having to genuinely do his work like he was crippled. Normally he'd wait until students and faculty were gone- then he'd just work without the limiters on his limbs. The machinery performed the same jobs at a faster, more precise pace and made the work easier. By the time final sweep was performed- he'd be finished and gone, sadly today wasn't on his side. He'd have to delay his other plans until the school was cleaned the old fashioned way.

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Raymond scratched at the back of his head and laughed nervously. "Yeah, Pretty important. I put just about every computer file on that thing, from school work to pictures to programs." He sighed. "I'm working on something pretty cool, but I'm keeping it secret for now until I can get a working prototype off of the ground. But with my computer full to bursting with other stuff, I save everything to the flash drive."

He turned on his heel and began walking towards the main school building, but he stopped, checking left, then right. "Mr. Saesuga," he said quietly, "you don't need to hide the cybernetics around me. I'm used to seeing them, I know the signs when a person doesn't want others to know that they've got them. I won't press, and I won't tell anyone, but just know that I'm always an option if you want someone to talk to." Then, he ran off into the school building.

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Rantou froze at the mention of his cybernetics this man is dangerous the thought flashed across his mind. But before he could respond Raymond had run off towards the school building. He quickly assessed his situation: he needed to actually perform his job at Ashford, his cybernetics had been seen through but to an unknown extent, as a former shoulder cybernetic limbs wouldn't be too surprising but being an Eleven nearly guaranteed he'd never get one much less three. Certainly a dead body or missing person would attract attention, but he had ways of getting around that. The threat that could not be ignored was the possibility of his cybernetic enhancements true potential. If that was discovered he'd never be able to strike back at Britannia- Japan's liberation would end with him having been unable to do a thing.

He mentally over rode the limitations on his legs- there was no such limiter on his arm, but he loosened the bandages on it. In the even the student had to be silenced...he'd be ready. Despite the assurance of secrecy he still set off after Raymond- walking from all appearances. But the legs being a miniaturized Knightmare by design carried him at the speed of a run while he pursued his target. "Wait up a second," he called after the retreating Brittanian but his words weren't those for talk. The tone was full of his undisguised hatred and hostility- whether to the man in question or Brittania at this point was irrelevant.

He increased the speed of his pursuit, the intent was to get ahead of his target before continuing his interrogation. Cybernetics were good, but not good enough to match his current actions- he essentially forced his own hand at this point. True to form he easily passed a human in a straight lined foot race. "My cybernetics are a bit special," he kept his voice low but the murderous edge didn't diminish. "I'm certain you can understand if simple assurances aren't enough for me to believe you'll keep your mouth shut."

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Raymond recognized the chill that shot up his spine when his mind registered the absolute hatred those words were carrying. But something in him made him keep going in a straight line, allowing his opponent to catch up with him. The man pulled up in front of Raymond, who stopped, taking in the full extent of the grounds-keeper's cybernetic abilities. He'd already figured out that the cripple act was just that: an act.

"My cybernetics are a bit special," Raymond caught that murderous undertone again, sending another shiver up his spine. "I'm certain you can understand if simple assurances aren't enough for me to believe you'll keep your mouth shut."

Raymond simply smiled. He'd never been this excited in a while. If it came down to a fight, this cyborg would definitely give him a run for his money. He entertained no illusions on winning that fight, of course, but he figured that he'd be able to stay in the scrap for a couple minutes before taking a bad hit... unless his hunch was correct, and the cybernetics were hiding more than a boost in speed.

"I've known for a while, you know." Raymond said. "When you've been through the things that I've been through, you start looking into things without meaning to, over-analyzing things." He shrugged. "Blessing and a curse, I guess."

Raymond adjusted his feet subtly, positioning them into a more suitable position in case things got ugly. "Really, not planning on telling anyone. Hell, I've got secrets too." He froze. "Hey, hows this for an idea? I'll give you a secret of mine. We'll be even, then."

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"Interesting from all appearances you should be about my own age- no maybe a year older." Rantou found himself distracted by the offer despite better judgement saying he should do otherwise.

"If you've been through as you claim, then it should be obvious what secret I want- a way to get my country back." At this point the bandages had loosened up enough for the clawed fingers on his left arm to become visible without his noticing.What could a Brittanian like him know- short of a good set of eyes Rantou didn't expect anything. Words that were more fury than reason flew from his mouth in a torrent.

"But I doubt your ass knows a damned thing about that!! Losing one's country,friends, family and being forced to live off of scraps and what dregs you can find. I see no scars on you, smell no blood on you; death- please you know nothing of what I know there's no way you could. Unlike me, you're just a kid- you didn't fall under the magic of a bastard prince that gave you hope brutally robbed it from you. Brittanian you can't even begin to understand what it's like traveling the world and being called a rabid dog just because of your heritage."

Subconsciously Rantou had begun shouting towards the end of his tirade- years of training down the drain in an instant. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to claim murder was the only thing on his mind at this point. Still it didn't move- he couldn't help it...there was something about the man's eyes. Eyes that veiled darkness larger than his own- pain greater than his own, and some kind of confidence or knowledge that hinted at something so much more.

At this point Rantou noted the bandages and re-tightened them- if nothing else those eyes demanded at least a chance to speak.

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Raymond bit the inside of his lips to keep himself from bursting out when Mr. Saesuga's speech turned to loss. Raymond calmly allowed the man's angry words to flow forth, taking in his entire speech before responding.

"I am only going to say this one time, Mr. Saesuga, so you had better listen the fuck up." Raymond's voice had taken on a dangerous edge. "First off, I'm not a Britannian, I'm a Euro, so don't you dare call me a Britannian ever again."

"Secondly, I have traveled the world. Many times over, in fact. And I did that without a dime to my name, working my ass off so that I might have a roof to sleep under, assuming that I wasn't run out of the place by an armed mob for being a Euro in a Britannian area."

"Third, you don't think I've seen death?" He laughed, a cold, bitter laugh. "I got to see my own parents killed in front of me. The person who took me in afterwards died because she went to fight Britannia. All across the world, I saw people dying around me. Hell, I've died at least five times and counting!"

"You want to see scars?" Raymond cried. "Fine! Take a look at this one!" He pulled up his shirt, exposing the Geass Sigil that was burned into his chest. "You familiar with this sigil? Because I've become very, very intimate with it over the hundred years that I've had it!" Raymond dropped his shirt, and stepped forwards, his eyes burning with fury.

He got right into Rantou's face, and whispered, his voice dangerously calm. "I'm an immortal, Saesuga Rantou. I've seen things that you could never even dream of, lost more than you ever will, and I get to live with all of it for an eternity. So don't you dare lecture me on loss." Raymond stepped past the cyborg, heading towards his locker. "Goodnight, Rantou." He said. "I'll see you later."

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Raymond didn't sleep very much anymore. It wasn't that he couldn't. It was the fact that, since he didn't need to sleep, he did a lot of work during those nighttime hours. Right now, he was staring at the screen of his laptop, right hand moving his mouse as his left hand tapped quickly at the keyboard, triggering the hotkeys he'd set into this particular program. His cursor drew line after line, the meaning behind them known only to him. Occasionally, he would erase one or two. Finally, he stopped, and looked at his finished product.

"Prefect." He said to himself. "Now all that I need are the parts for it." He sighed, closed the lid of the laptop, and stretched. Where would he find the parts, though? It wasn't like he could walk into a hardware store, go up to the cashier, and ask for a few metric tons of military-grade alloys and fiber-optic cables. Nor could he walk into the nearest supermarket and ask for a truckload of Sakuradite, much less the Hadron Cannon he'd need to modify to power the thing. For one, they'd kick him out of the store for being insane. Two, even if they did have what he needed, that would run him more money than he had.

So he ate his breakfast, listening to the TV as he downed a bowl of cereal. Finishing that, he moved over to the sink to rinse out his bowl. He wondered what he should pack for lunch, when the TV commercial cut out, and a breaking news bulletin aired. "Attempted bombing to Britannian Military base, Elevens believed to be the terrorists. Orders by Viceroy Odysseus have been issued to kill any Elevens found in or nearby the area."

Two things passed through his mind around the same time. The first thing was the fact that he was right on the edge of the fairly Japanese-heavy area that was to be purged, and would end up being caught in the crossfire. The second thing was the realization that, if he played his cards right, he'd have more than enough materiel to complete this project.

He made up his mind on his plan of action. He ran to his bedroom, and pulled the steel briefcase out from under his bed. He strapped on the pistol and holster, and slid into his bulletproof vest. He flicked the gun's safety off, and chambered a round. Satisfied, he holstered the pistol, and pulled out his phone, selecting the first name on his contacts list, his fellow StuCo member and Contract Partner. The one person that he knew would be able to do something to help.

Meet me at my house on the edge of the Saitama ghetto. Take back roads to avoid rioting. Bring your sister. Will explain everything here.