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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO. |
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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.
Full Story Here.
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Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.
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Lightning Gang
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Sept 17, 2015 18:09:53 GMT -5
David knocked on the door of the tower. Lightning tower. It was covered in dust and rubble, the wire frame and sheet metal warped from war and various battles. David stepped back away from the door, his spine resting against one of the lone standing pillars as he looked up the structure. He called out at the top of his lungs. " LEON! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE." It had been weeks, months, since he heard anything from the other Dragons. Well...the other named, anyway. A cyclone of misinformation and hissed whispers sent him halfway around the planet in search of his comrades, but the one place he hadn't checked was here. Leon's home turf. He sighed and shouldered his pack a little more fully. Using the air around him, he lifted his body up, flying up to the first window to peer in, wiping the thin layer of dirt and grime to peer in. ' The fuck is he....' OOC: This is an Omake fight between Leon and David. Statless. Qi and items are fine to use. Closed. |
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"Welcome to the end of your life, and I promise it's going to hurt."
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Sept 17, 2015 18:22:21 GMT -5
Leon was in his throne room. Near the top of the tower. The air was silent, the surrounding area torn asunder by devastating conflict. His eye's closed. The black leather armor adorning his body was covered in the same dust and grime as the rest of the tower. He had remained un-moving like a statue. There were candles and dead flowers, pictures and pillows spread about the room's floor, where worshipers had come and gone, or people who needed to prey or make requests of the ageless and deathless god of Chaos. Lightning Dragon.
Leon had kept himself this way for many months, simply pondering and waiting. No great march, no more wars to fight. With his army annihilated during the final battles with Strike, along with Strike himself... There was nothing but chaos and no challenge to overcome. That's when he heard the familiar changes in the wind. Air currents that hadn't been through this place in a while.
A voice rang out and Leon's eye's snapped open. The sapphire blue seeming to shine over the pale dust covering his form. Leon felt so very stiff though, it made the process of standing take a moment, but the smile that cracked over his face. It spoke of an odd lust of the excitement of the appearance of an Elder, a Named. Dragon.
"Bringing a Storm to my tower, David?"
Leon spoke softly because he knew David would be able to hear him.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Sept 17, 2015 18:51:17 GMT -5
David scowled. Leon...wasn't here? It had been many years. David had a very short beard, clothes rugged and dirty. He had been traveling for so long, and heard nothing of his friends. After the defeat of Strike and the ending of the world, he figured it would be thousands of years until the human race was back on it's feet. David, however, had a Titan Circle around his soul- preventing him from death. Keeping him alive throughout the ages. He had hoped, perhaps, to find the only one left alive that he could count on being there. That's when the words curled around his ear. His scowl slowly turned into a small smile as he would lift his large form up to the very top of the tower. He held out a hand out and pulled the window from it's hole, glass shards landings around him. David would drift forward into the window and let out a sigh. " It's been...I don't know how long, Leon, since we've talked. The storm can wait- at least for a moment. I know what time has done to us, not to mention how deeply it has affected our lives. I want you to stop hiding, to step off your throne....and travel with me. It's time we reintroduced the world to the Dragons of old." He set his pack off to the side gently. " And with that...I think it's also time to see who between us is the better. Every time we have fought, you've had the edge. But I think you can feel, now...we're closer than ever. We've avoided this for far too long...and it's time to settle it." OOC: David's Abilities and Qi cannot be read per his Umbral Watch ability. UMBRAL WATCH
Description: Received Here. Qi is considered to be part of a person's very being, their soul. A person's soul is completely fused to their body within this life--it encompasses who they are, as well as how they grow. A soul is the "perfect" union of energy between Physical and Mystical and is typically only severed by death (after about three days). A form of energy is a wavelength, and some wavelengths that can boost or distort, and some we can even feel (ex: sound).
Power: This item wholly protects the user from "sight" of their statistics and qi by distorting their auric fieldh, and ensures that the qi of this person stays connected to their soul, and their soul to their body by the same means.
It does have the (un?)fortunate side-effect of keeping the soul within the body even after death until its removal, the body's cremation, or the body decays too much...but that's not a problem, right?
The wavelength this particular watch emits is far above any hearing range of humans and animals alike from being stored in the Shadow Plane for so long (1 year), where sound is so distorted that it becomes pure (only "audible" distortion vs. purity by base CHA while in Shadow Plane). It acts like a jammer of sorts, preventing qi and soul from being taken from the user's body by distorting their auric field in such a way that they also become "unreadable" by those able to see stats/qi, whether it's by ability or technology or otherwise. |
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"Welcome to the end of your life, and I promise it's going to hurt."
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Sept 17, 2015 19:26:59 GMT -5
Leon's head shifted cracking the joints that had fallen stiff in his hibernation... Years he says, Leon didn't even think he had been holed up in here that long, but the evidence was quite to differ. David's words, may have rung some truth to the world. His tower was only visited rarely by zealots or travelers anymore anyways. The chained explosion used to cleanse this area of it's Strike infestation had also knocked out the electronic nodes allowing him to sense the area. He also knew of David's foggy presence. The blonde did not even try to read what power David had obtained, instead allowed his sixth sense to work out who was the stronger, and he felt near nothing.
"Do you think. In the wake of this chaos that we will build anything?"
Leon was genuinely asking. Still haunted by the massive loss of life by his own hands and the many enemies over time who had assaulted his own forces. None of his old troops still lived except for their offspring. However, was doing nothing the better alternative? Rust away in the tower to be seen as a ghost story? For how long anyways before the rebuilding of the world reaches the tower.
Leon would stand and look about the room, brushing some of the dust from his form. The wind David brought with him aiding more than Leon's own ministrations. He could feel the weight of his equipment beginning to stur from it's own long slumber. The dust on the floor would suddenly be hit by a large weight like a shock wave. The candles near by blown out leaving only those outside the circle.
"Very well... Dra funmt crymm uhla ykyeh ghuf dra funt Tnykuh."
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Post by Allen Hollows on Sept 17, 2015 19:38:05 GMT -5
David would let a slow smile creep across his face. Dragon tongue...it had been so long since he found anyone who spoke it. His old friends, allies...companions. All disappeared over the years. Kiyr....Olesya...even the great mountain, Katashi. Still, millions of people were out there, scrounging a living off the land. He would roll his shoulders and let the smile sprawl into a full grin.
He lazily waved Leon forward.
"Kuut du rayn, Mekrdhehk Tnykuh. Huf lusa, yht madc cryga dra nicd uvv uin umt puhac."
David needed to know that Leon would be able to live up to the challenge of subduing the rest of the known world. It was a job only suited to them- and they had to know the pecking order. He remember his first time challenging the Dragon...he knew this would not end as the last. He had come so far- survived too much. Leon had sat away in hibernation...still no more of a threat but...not growing. Not advancing. He fashioned himself above such trifles, maybe? He didn't know...but he would find out.
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"Welcome to the end of your life, and I promise it's going to hurt."
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Sept 21, 2015 17:08:13 GMT -5
Leon didn't perceive himself above anything. He felt piqued, at the end of his growth. He felt no urge to train because he would get nothing from it. He had always seen himself as his greatest challenge, and he had finally reached the top and saw it for what it was. However his long slumber did not improve him, and it likely had him in a slump of sorts. They would need a rather good warm up before they could get serious here. The blonde gave a small tilt of his head as he began to grin.
"Let's play tag."
Leon would inhale softly bending his knee's as his left foot slid forward on the solid molder bedrock floor. The sensation of energy running through his form once more would blast the dust from his legs as they pushed off from the ground, the bedrock seeming to react from the pressure with depressions as Leon launched at David with the speed he was renowned for. Throwing his right fist from his hip in a twisting arc up towards David's chin, turning his torso with the strike to punch through and past David.
Leon's now forward right leg would pound into the tower's solid rock causing it to up-heave in giant splinters, shattering from the force applied to it. Shards of rock and dust all around. Leon assumed this first move would only work to start the battle, as it takes a pebble to truly cause a wave.
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