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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Fear - The Sentinel [Event]
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Jun 29, 2015 23:08:37 GMT -5
[OoC: Participants are limited to those who have not been in any other Fear event. PARTICIPANTS FROM THE ORIGINAL SENTINEL EVENT TAKE PRIORITY. Up to 10 participants. People may join freely until the beginning of round three. Rounds will move once every day, between 24-48 hours. ONE POST PER ROUND - any more than that will be deleted and disregarded. The only weapons that may be used in the event are those that can reasonably be found in the area. Throughout the event, there will be random dice rolls to influence situational and environmental hazards. What the GM says, goes, so do not add details that were not originally included. Rewards will be based on participation and contribution, as well as how well people play to their stats. (Eg. Jimmy and Bobby both have starter stats. Bobby gets hit with a haymaker to the face and is knocked out reasonably. Jimmy takes that hit over and over and just keeps getting back up. Bobby is likely to get a better reward than Jimmy.)] During the early morning work rush, many of the people of New York City felt slightly uneasy, for reasons they could not explain at first. From every manhole and storm drain in the city, a black mist would begin to seep out to the streets. The effects were small at first, as many only began to feel a small chill, but over time, many started to hallucinate - to the point where the roads became congested with traffic accident after traffic accident due to sheer panic in the people. A single figure was reported to be... "watching" the folks of the city from a high vantage point, though the reports are inconsistent and the exact location of this particular figure have yet to be determined. Police have gathered where they believe the figure to be, though they remain at street level for the moment. The figure rose a hand into the air and, what seemed to be at the flick of a rest, all projectors, electronic billboards, and televisions in the area would show her "face." "So... feeble..." Black wings would sprout from her back, and she would begin to glide from the roof of the building toward the street, striking fear into all in the area, so much so that the police dared not even take fire upon her. Stats: Unknown Qi Ability Used: T3 The user can sprout wings of darkness from her back that enables her to glide comfortably through the air, fall slowly, jump higher, or leap farther than she could without them. Does Not Enable Flight. One post per 15 int. |
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Post by Zoe on Jun 30, 2015 0:36:20 GMT -5
| This mist...
The memories of the events at the school weeks before were still fresh in the girl's mind. What was it doing out here? The girl had just gotten to the area. This was the way to her violin lessons. The girl would gulp silently as her eyes narrowed behind her glasses. Whatever this was, it wasn't good. She'd reach into her bag, pulling out a small white medical mask. Zoe wasn't sure if it'd work against the black mist, but she wasn't taking any chances. The girl would adjust her hair over the strings of the mask as she watched the chaos begin to fill the street in front of her. This wasn't good.
Before she could even do anything, a figure would catch her attention. Zoe narrowed her eyes in the direction of the individual on the roof. Was that a person? What were they doing up there? As the hand went up, the electronic glasses on Zoe's face would suddenly flash to show the woman's face. ”Erk! What!?” she'd gasp, startled by the sudden pop up. How did they do that!? The girl would attempt to remove the face from her glasses. If it didn't work, Zoe would remove them and place them in her bag. How did this woman hack her glasses!? Zoe would bit down on her lower lip, adjusting the white cardigan she was wearing as a shiver ran through her body.
Glancing back up to the woman, Zoe would bite down on her lower lip. Were those wings? This was just like the events from the month before... But... how would it turn out this time? As the woman glided down, Zoe would duck behind a trash can in an alley way. Her hands would reach for her violin and begin to prep it. Depending on how this went, she'd get a lovely chance to test out something she had been working on for quite some time. |
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Post by ❤️ sirynn the hungry ❤️ on Jun 30, 2015 0:58:55 GMT -5
what the heckie deckie does this lady want? "so like, i was totally flexing my muscles and like... I BROKE A WATERMELON BETWEEN MY ARM AND MUSCLES!" sirynn would brag while walking down the street with her buff bara babe brigade member. they were on their way to a BBBB meeting, a very super dooper official one. they were going to meet at their at their super secret hideout: arose yamato's kitchen. but everything changed when the fire nation some girl on tv attacked. with mist? "what the heckie deckie...." sirynn would look around, seeing some weird ass chick's face all over town. whoa. sirynn wanted to know how she could do that so she could broadcast her super cute face all over the city.. OR WAIT. BETTER YET... broadcast her butt!!! she could moon the whole city!!!
but then the lady decided to pull some level 10 madoka magica shit where she got wings and decided to jump off a building fly. like... what??? sirynn was very confused and tbh quite afraid. she wasn't about this stuff. this lady was like the jesus of freaky flying shit. so sirynn would rip off one of her arm sleeves and wrap it around her face, hoping that might stop her from breathing in the mist... which she assumed was nasty sewage poop.
"uhh.... pervy buff bara babe buddy... we dedicated our lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil... so wanna like... check this chick out? and not in your totally boob-touchy pervy way?"
i dont wanna be fighting some magical girl poop!!! i'm too sexy to die ok? |
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Jun 30, 2015 1:01:40 GMT -5
 It was currently early morning in "The Big Apple," and while on a normal day most of the people walking down the sidewalk looked like they knew exactly where they were going, today was not one of those days sadly. Dressed in his usual black sleeveless hoodie, tank top and pants, the hood up and hiding his face from view, as Kazuya made his way down through the crowd, he would notice that many of the people he passed by looked on edge, almost fearful.
While that could be chalked up to paranoia, since maybe some people were a little paranoid, there were far too many people seeming on edge for it to be something of the mind. Not to mention the weird black mist that was seeping out from every manhole Kazuya passed by. If it were just sewer gas... well even that he wouldn't get close to, and would give every manhole he passed a wide berth. But then it got worse from here. Soon the streets were clogged with traffic, alarmingly so, not to mention the fact that traffic accident after accident occurred from people panicking.
Passing by a few flat-screen TV's located in the front window of a nearby electronics store, the breaking news story on each major news channel would catch his attention, and he'd stop to listen, until a "face" suddenly appeared on the TV's, causing Kazuya to frown slightly. He'd then notice the faintest amount of movement from the corner of his eye, and turning his head over and up, he'd feel a shiver run down his spine as he saw a figure gliding down from a roof of a nearby building down to the streets. Ducking into a nearby alleyway, he'd try to find the fire escape of the building to his right, to try and get to higher ground. |
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Post by Bianca "Reine" Lucani on Jun 30, 2015 1:19:57 GMT -5
i can't drown my demons
they know how to swim + i'm bara apparently + not that im complaining + i get to meet babes | "...A watermelon? Woah dude. That's pretty hardcore."
Bianca wasn't sure how she ended up in this supposed buff babe group with a random word she assumed to be Japanese in it. Bianca knew she'd never be able to get that macho, but this little cotton candy haired Kirby wannabe was a lot tougher than she looked. Made Bianca look like a chump, and she knew to stay on her good side because she didn't want to be flattened into a pancake (and subsequently eaten by the walking black hole next to her).
It was then that Bianca noticed the black mist, and her eyes grew wide at the side of it rising from the sewers.
"Damn. Someone's shit stank real bad."
She covered her mouth and nose out of instinct, but something was definitely wrong. There were a lot of accidents suddenly, at least that she was aware of, and she was starting to see things.
"Bianca..." She'd hear her name whispered from an unknown source, repeatedly. Different, familiar voices, and she looked around scared.
"...Nero? Umbra?"
She felt incredibly uneasy, like a ghost was watching her. She wanted to get out of here. The bara babes of buff baraness were walking headlong into some kind of acid trip.
She heard Sirynn speak, and looked over to see the hooded, masked figure float down with friggin' wings. What the fook? Was this just a part of her current acid trip? Or was this the person behind the mist around here? Because it obviously wasn't fart gas at this point.
"Idk bro, they're wearing a mask. But if it ends up being a babe... I'm grabbin' dem tiddays."
For now, she had to observe to see what this... thing... could do. | © seadra of gs |
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Post by Cameron Slate on Jun 30, 2015 1:36:02 GMT -5
Cameron stood upon a wasteland of ruins and ash, the remains of an exploded landscape as he stared up into the sky and the angel of death descended upon him. There were many souls still lurking, screaming out for release from their ties to this earthly peril so that they might move on. Among them were his fallen friends, those who had died, those who had killed themselves.
His throat went dry from the ash as he dropped to his knees, looking up upon the angel as she fell he would kneel down in front of where she may land and upon her landing would simply say, "Forgive me..." He would be crying profusely, his ears filled with the screams of his friends and those who had been hurt by his actions. His eyes looked up upon the mask, hallucinating a flaming sword.
"End my pain... please."
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jun 30, 2015 12:18:27 GMT -5
Siobhan was tired, it was definitely past her bedtime for the weekend and just finishing a job only added to her fatigue. Scratching the back of her neck, aware that walking on the streets with blood splatters coating her neck and cheek were going to get her unwarranted attention.
"End my pain... please".
The whimper off to the side startled the girl to say the least, arm dropping from her neck and body fully turning to face him. She didn't know the guy, but the onslaught of tears pouring from his eyes unsettled her.
"Hey, what are you.... doing..?"
Siobhan trailed off when she noticed black mist getting so thick it was starting to cover the sidewalks. Scowling that her outfit today was a tank top and jacket, she stripped off the tank top. Leaving her body bare in the middle of the street was embarrassing, but there could be no chances. Wrapping it around her face, Siobhan zipped her jacket up to her throat before looking around.
Others had taken the same idea as her, wrapping other more appropriate things across their nose and mouth, shielding them momentarily. Briefly Siobhan glimpsed a figure leap from a building. Whirling around to follow its movements, she viewed the figure coast to the ground with the help of black wings. What the hell? She went to Public High School #552 complete with a pillar system made up of probably cyborg humans. None of them had wings. She didn't get wings.
At that moment, all of the screens in New York panned over to the figure's face. Okay, that got her interest. Siobhan wanted to rip the wings off and interrogate her on how she could get some. That much was bound to get her a good advantage during school fights. Not to mention, this hacking ability could get her into the school's private database where she could flip through a few profiles here and there....
Rerouting her course and casting a what-can-you-do shrug to the sobbing boy on the sidewalk, Siobhan rushed over to the last place she saw the floating figure.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2015 13:42:34 GMT -5
Teufel was walking down to some important event or something like that, that wouldn't have much importance right now, when he heard a familiar voice ring out. A friend in pain.... Teufel turned and saw Cameron, suffering on the floor and a girl trying to help him. Teufel tried to run and help them, and from the last experience he had with the fog, he held his breath not to breath in any of it. As he ran his antlers got stuck into a branch and Teufel put his hands over his mouth as he tried to get his antlers untangled from the branch, and tried pretty hard not to breath. When he got to cameron and the girl, he got down next to Cameron stared. He felt so helpless in his situation. He covered his mouth with one hand and tried to sign out with the other, which can be kind of hard considering you need two hands to do sign language.
"Can? Cam?!" He signed out nervously.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jul 1, 2015 7:34:45 GMT -5
The fluorescent light from the electronics shop Ira was in blinded her momentarily. However, she did noticed a stiffening in her shoulders from the sliver of silver wall right beside her, and her fists clenched almost instinctively. It was like an immediate reaction to a challenge, or perhaps, the palpable fear of a prey when it's slowly cornered by ravenous predators, ready to devour it. She felt almost bitter for a second, and framing it was a bout of cautiousness, whispering -albeit tauntingly- to her. It whirled uncouthly in her head, and told her to escape, like the weak, little prey she was.
She felt her lips pulled up into a smile, but it was only perfunctory. She dislike fighting, but ladies and gentlemen be dammed, for how can you ignore a magnificent show, beckoning and flashing to you in all its vile glory? Would you flee from the rush of the hurricane, or was it the esoteric beauty that once seeked?
Rushing out of the shop, she chased after, a raven-haired guy wearing a fur coat that was layered over a tank top that was running down an alleyway. Why, you ask? She didn't know, she peevishly decided. It was all based on instincts. She didn't need a charger for her phone up watch random NSFW videos on YouTube, and as always, her philosophy goes, why deny a show when you could orchestrate bits and pieces of it?
Okay, but she might be a little scared. Just a tiny bit. She obviously wasn't trembling and rubbing her arms, they were all side-effects from the cold. Or the bone-chilling, ghastly fear. But it's just a tiny bit, you hear?
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Post by Chris Lawrence on Jul 1, 2015 8:04:23 GMT -5
I AM THE KING
Rakeem had been at a local book store, reading up on Western culture and finding ways to familiarize himself with the people of NYC. He'd recently purchased fifteen new books all on life in the city and placed them in his bag before he headed out onto the street. At first he failed to notice anything, at least, until he pulled out his phone and a person in a mask appeared on his screen. Startled, he dropped his bag, and that's when he felt the chill run down his spine. He looked all around, and spotted people running from all directions, screaming in terror about... something. And when he looked to the direction of the masked figure, he saw their wings, and his eyes widened. Could it be?More in awe of this being than anything else, Rakeem ran toward it as it descended upon the pleading boy and his friend.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Jul 1, 2015 8:17:58 GMT -5
The Sentinel would land before Cameron as he made his pleas on the ground, and she merely tilted her head as she stared down at him. He was weak, and the fear had claimed him in only a matter of moments. A hand would come up to his chin, and she would stare down at him, forcing him to focus on her rather than Teufel, Siobhan, or Rakeem. He was deaf, this much she knew, but she could speak to him without using words because of this mist. He would know what she was asking. "Fight and be free." Compelling Cameron to do her bidding, the Sentinel would point to Teufel who would, no doubt due to his distorted mind, appear as a minion of darkness itself. And if he failed to act, roughly twelve civilians and cops from the crowd would begin to see the three (Teufel, Siobhan, and Rakeem) as the sources of the panic, and take action against them themselves. The Sentinel did not yet address everyone else. Qi Used: T1 Entice: By using the power of the mist, the Sentinel can entice a person to do as she pleases for a round. Doing so grants the target with +5 Wis. Ignoring her causes a -5 Wis debuff. One use per 5 int. |
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Post by Cameron Slate on Jul 1, 2015 13:22:45 GMT -5
"Fight and be free."He turned to see a monstrous vision of a creature that was both terrifying and demonic. It scared Cameron a great deal but he knew that if he was going to be released he would have to fight his demons. The demon was so close and so extremely real that he knew he would have to fight the thing. Both hands reached for the demon's horns (Teufel's antlers) and would pull hard on them as he would rise up on his right foot, his left knee coming up to try and smash into his face. [OOC: Str: 7 | Dex: 7 | Con: 7 | Int: 20 | Wis: 22]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 14:30:53 GMT -5
Teufel wasn't expecting Cameron to knee him in the face, so he didn't have time to react. As he got back up, he got his lucky golden apple out and ripped off a part of his sleeve to make a makeshift medical mask so he could use both hands to fight or possible try to sign Cam to his senses. He put up his hands in a fighting stance and tried to sign out to Cameron.
"Cam! It's me, Teufel!" He quickly signed, signing each letter of the names individually.
If Cam failed to see that it was Teufel, teufel would throw a light kick towards him, trying not to hurt him too badly.
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Str:11 Dex:20 Con: 18 (23 with item) Wis: 8 Int: 20
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Post by Stormy Paxton on Jul 1, 2015 15:41:17 GMT -5
Stormy stepped out of a cafe, cappuccino in hand, but nearly dropped it when she laid eyes on the scene just outside. It was the mist again, just like that day in the cafeteria when Riot was terrorizing the school. What was it doing in the city? Was it toxic? The young woman set her cup down and took a bandanna from her pocket, wrapping it around her nose and mouth. Sadly, she probably didn’t do it quick enough, and the fabric probably wouldn't do her much good. Her eye brows shot up when a woman glided down to the street and seemed to be interacting with a boy on the street somehow.
Next thing she new, the dark haired boy was attacking a smaller antlered boy. What the actual hell? Stormy started towards them, brushing some of her long red hair out of her face, but not without inhaling some of the black fog. Her head started to feel light, but she kept walking. Fear was not something this girl was accustomed to, oh no. Some said she was too stupid to feel fear, or too have concern for her own survival. But she sure as hell felt it now. So this was what fear felt like…
“Hey, excuse me angel lady but what the hell are you doing?” she asked.
Probably not the smartest move, but hey, it was too late to take it back now. Perhaps she should have stayed back and thought, but Stormy wasn’t one to plan things. She liked to improvise, even though it usually almost got her killed.
(ooc: I think its okay to join, if I counted right. If not just let me know and I'll delete this.)
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Jul 1, 2015 16:37:32 GMT -5
If he managed to find the fire escape of the building beside him, just as Kazuya reached above his head and snagged the lowermost rung of the building's fire escape, a voice coming from behind him would cause him to tense up immediately, not from fear... but from anger.
"Did you think that night years ago would be the last you saw of me?"
Slowly turning his head to look behind him slightly, his eyes would widen initially, only to narrow in cold fury soon after as standing behind him, was the very vampire that claimed not only the lives of all but one of the members of the Enforcement Squad, but his very life too... Marquise.
"You... I thought Matrim killed you for sure..."
"The dead don't stay buried forever, you of all people should know this."
The vampire would sneer, a wide, evil smirk on his face, his sharp fangs visible to Kazuya. In reality however, there was no one behind Kazuya, in fact there was no one around as far as the eye could see. The only reason he was seeing the vampire at all was because he was starting to hallucinate from the black mist taking affect and was talking to no one but himself. Turning his head away from the vampire, his face hidden in darkness, suddenly, he chinned himself onto the grated catwalk above and darted to the right until he reached the first stairway and started upward.
"Running away are we? You can't run forever mortal. I will chase and hunt you down to the ends of the Earth to kill you a second time, hahahaha!"
Bounding silently up the fire escape ladder two steps at a time, he would not look back, instead focusing only on the metal steps in front of him. At the final landing, he stopped, taking a moment to catch his breath, before he climbed the final few steps, then boosted himself onto the roof. It was gravel-covered, flat, and mostly featureless save for a few rusted ventilation chimneys and a lone, phone-booth sized access door in its center.
"Ah ha, found you! You can run, but you can't hide!"
Seeing the vampire loom up from behind him from the corner of his eye, suddenly, without warning, Kazuya would take off across the rooftop, and upon reaching the edge, would leap to the building lower but right beside it. Tucking his head to his chest, he curled into a ball, turning his body and rolling his shoulder just as the impact came. He would somersault once, came up into a crouch, and then staying low to the ground, moved towards the front of the building, towards the street, putting him closer to the mysterious winged figure and to see what was going on. |
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