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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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Post by Amaterasu Tanako on Nov 25, 2015 14:06:26 GMT -5
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Terako growled, slapping the counter as she stared at the letter she'd gotten that morning before classes. The letter that had precipitated her escape from the school this evening, and the reason she sat here at one of the night clubs, fake ID in her pocket now that it had gotten her in the door. She stared at the letter for another moment, before folding it and tucking it into her pocket.
Her father was dead. A mild heart attack had resulted in complications, and a pulmonary embolism had resulted that no one had expected. The funeral had been the day before, and she'd missed everything. According to the letter - sent by her older brother - their mother wasn't taking it well. She hadn't yet gone to the powers that be at the school to see if she could get a bit of leniency to go home, and she wasn't sure she wanted to. Now, the only thing left for her - she'd never been close to her mother, or her siblings - was to make her father proud of her.
She lifted the glass, swirling the contents before downing the rest of it with a grimace, turning and sliding off the stool...
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Post by Rire-chan on Nov 26, 2015 4:23:00 GMT -5
The bar was full of drunken and filthy men, cheering loudly when a female, wearing a questionably skimpy outfit strutted onto the stage. Winking at everyone she possibly could, her eyes rested on Amaterasu's golden hair, that stood out, like gleaming golden strands among sewage.
"Alright, Miss-ay?' The bartender had a cringe-worthy french accent as he twirled his equally repulsive mustache before regarding Amaterasu surreptitiously. He hadn't believe her, when she displayed her false ID, and even until now, there was a small, underlying tinge of distrust within those eyes of his. |
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Post by Amaterasu Tanako on Nov 26, 2015 21:09:31 GMT -5
She snorted, rolling her eyes at the raucous cheer, brushing her hands together as she glanced back over her shoulder. She could tell the man didn't buy her ID, but the man at the door had, and that was what had mattered. "Nah. Nothing you need worry yourself about," she said, flipping her hand slightly as she stretched before slipping back into the stool, tapping the empty glass. "Another," she said, staring at her fingers for a moment as they drummed against the bar top.
"Just hope no one decides to try to get handsy. I'm sort of itching for a fight, and if someone gives me a reason right now... I can't make any guarantees about how far I'll go." |
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Post by Rire-chan on Dec 8, 2015 21:17:30 GMT -5
Another woman would have entered the bar by then. However, if Amaterasu wasn't paying attention to the woman, she might notice two man, one donning a frivolous, neon blue fedora and a turquoise suit, staring at the other man that donned a typical suit of ebony. Both regarded each other hostilely, but in a split second, both turned around to stare at Amaterasu, seemingly annoyed by her presence in the bar.
Even so, before one of them -the blue man- could open his mouth to speak to her, a third man interrupted their little gathering. Before Amaterasu could hear what he was saying, she would feel an extremely sharp pain in her sides, much like having thousands of needles stabbing her over and over again in her ribcage, as the bar tender stared impassively at her.
"You know how we punish students from 552, right?" He smiled.
Ooc: sorry for the wait!
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Post by Amaterasu Tanako on Dec 8, 2015 21:42:10 GMT -5
Terako quirked an eyebrow, and then stiffened, her jaw clenching as the stabbing pain danced up and down her ribs, her right hand clenching into a fist. "You realize you shouldn't make assumptions about people? Tends to piss them off. You've got a few seconds to call off whatever the hell is attempting to perforate my sides, before I get nasty."
Her gaze locked to the bartender's for a long moment, and he would notice a slight red tinge creeping inward from the edge of her irises, even as she gave a grin. "You only get one warning, because that's all stupidity like yours gets with me. Do remember what I just said, hm? About wanting a fight? Don't be a fool and hand me one," she said, pushing the stool back and standing, though her jaw clenched as she pushed past the stabbing pains slowly, very slowly. |
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Post by Rire-chan on Dec 9, 2015 8:44:29 GMT -5
Shaking his head with a wider grin, the glass he was carefully wiping down crashed to the floor and shattered into a million fragments between the two. There was an abrupt silence, between the two, the nightclub, and perhaps it would have continued.
Someone screamed.
Everything seemed to move quickly after, for the bartender lobbed a glass of wine at Amaterasu's head as he begin laughing maniacally, his eyes dancing with the delights of a lunatic. His lips tilted up slightly, and he seemed to be mouthing incoherent syllables.
However, should Amaterasu look at him, his features would seem to distort before her and switch into something that vaguely resembled someone she knew, perhaps too well--her father. His eyes would gleam then, much like harsh diamonds among the ashes of the dead.
"You disappoint me." The apparition of her father would state blandly. |
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Post by Amaterasu Tanako on Dec 11, 2015 1:35:30 GMT -5
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Terako raised one eyebrow, staring at the man as he dropped the glass, her lips pulled into the slightest quirk of a scowl. Rolling her eyes at his grin, she lifted one hand, and started to turn to leave. "I'm outta here. The atmosphere just turned too fucking domestic for me," she said...
And then had to jerk her hand across again when the glass came flying at her, batting it away with speed that startled even her for a long moment. She didn't even notice the change until she heard words she'd always dreaded hearing, in a voice that terrified her now, even with the man fresh in the grave, to hear his disappointment.
But this wasn't him. She knew that, her mother had sent photos of the ceremony - that had been something that'd astounded her, and that she'd never understand - of her father in all his dignity laid out in the casket. Her lips drew into a frown as the red ring spread through her irises, but not completely. Now they were more orange than brown. "You're not him. He's dead. Buried and gone a week now. And for trying to claim you're him," she hissed, one hand lifting to point squarely at his face. Some quiet, dark part of her mind registered the fact that the bracelets she'd always worn had extended out all on their own, and the crystals around the edges gleamed slightly with an inner light. "For that, I'll make you wish you were in your grave." |
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Post by Elijah Flynn on Dec 20, 2015 3:20:21 GMT -5
(OOC: I have been designated to take over your Qi unlock, but everything will run according to what Rire-chan had in mind for it.) As Terako pointed one hand square at the face of the bartender, or rather, the bartender in the guise of her father, he would not be fazed by the bracelets that she wore had fully extended outward, but instead, would continue to regard her with a look of pure and utter disappointment, his eyes continuing to gleam. If she believed her petty threat would scare him, and that she could make him pay, she was sorely mistaken, and he would make her think again. "Such a disappointment. You doubt I am your father. How do you know I am really dead? What would your mother say if she saw you threatening your own father?" As if on cue, from behind Amaterasu, an apparition of her mother would appear, her face expressionless, but her eyes betrayed the emotion she felt... disappointment. "How disappointing... Threatening your father like that. We did not raise you like that." |
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Post by Amaterasu Tanako on Dec 21, 2015 20:00:14 GMT -5
(OOC: Sounds good. Les do dis!) Terako's mind reeled. What the hell was going on here? First her father, and now her mother? But again, neither of them could actually be here. Her father buried, and her mother still in California cleaning up the aftermath of her father's death. She took a deep breath to still the tremor in her hands, blinking furiously to dash away the tears that had sprung at the first words in her father's voice.
"You didn't raise me. Neither of you are my parents. Some illusion, perhaps? Or a drug in my drink? Either way. You are not my mother." Her right hand twitched, and a soft halo of orange and yellow light flickered behind her hair as she shook her head vehemently.
"And that..." Her hand came up to point at the phantom of her father, a flicker of fire seeming to dance across her fingertips. "Is not..." The ring of color finally expanded, her entire irises now bright flame red, as the halo that had coalesced around her hair now spread to her entire body. "My FATHER!" She stomped, and a ripple of flame licked out from her in a circle as she screamed the last word, the aura that had lined her body bursting outward with it, and - to her perception - the world slowed almost to a crawl around her.
Backdraft: All foes within 10 feet are knocked back 6 inches per ten Int (Currently one foot by actual current statistics, feel free to flavor as necessary. I don't know how you folks scale the initial unlock explosion)
Ember Celica - Apex Revolution (As yet uncreated): By expending the aura that builds up with each use of her Qi, Terako can drastically increase her speed to the point where the world seems to slow around her for an extended period of time. This increases her Dex by 50 for the duration of the use, but carries a hefty price, as exhaustion slows her greatly afterward, imposing a -25 penalty for an equal amount of time. |
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Post by Elijah Flynn on Dec 22, 2015 18:47:10 GMT -5
As the circle of flame rippled through the bar, Amaterasu would find the illusions of both her mother and father unfazed and unaffected by the attack, instead both would walk forward through the flames towards her, heavy disappointment evident on both their faces, though to her, it would appear they were moving towards her in slow motion.
"So you would raise a hand against your own parents."
"What a disappointment you are, letting out such an outburst."
"No daughter of mine would ever display such a temper."
The whispers of her parents voices echoing in her ears, expressing their disappointment in her, as they surrounded her on both sides, the flames would lick at them, but no harm would be inflicted to them. As the voices began to slowly overwhelm Amaterasu however, she would hear one single voice that stood out among the whispers. If she turned, she would see the voice belonged to a shadow-like figure, whose facial features were obscured by shadows.
"Are you ready to leave this place?"
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Post by Amaterasu Tanako on Jan 8, 2016 13:35:22 GMT -5
She felt sluggish. She wasn't sure why, but after that split second of everything seeming to slow around her, now Terako couldn't seem to move fast enough. She shook her head again, unable to stop the tears this time. "No, you... you can't be... that's... not... possible!" she hissed out through gritted teeth.
The new voice had her dropping into - to her eyes - an impossibly slow spin out from between the two parties, her eyes darting away from the phantoms of her parents to take in the newcomer. "What're you? Another phantom, come to remind me of how I've screwed up? Trying to tell me the only way out of this nightmare is to admit I'm wrong, and that I've made mistakes? It's not going to work, I'm not dreaming, someone spiked my drink, something.
"Say your piece, and let me get back to whatever the hell this is, will ya?" |
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Post by Elijah Flynn on Jan 8, 2016 15:11:20 GMT -5
The shadow-like figure ignoring Terako's outburst, though the whispers of her parents would continue, expressing their disappointment that she doubted both of them, as the figure lifted its hand up, a gun would materialize out of nowhere in its hand, as it would hold it out to Terako.
"This is no dream, this is real. If you want to get out of this hell hole... you have to shoot him."
Brandishing its free hand behind it, if Terako looked in the direction the figure was holding its hand at, she would see resting on one of the seats, was a baby, wrapped in blankets, his face and tiny hands the only parts visible. The baby crying away, pining for his mother, his tiny fists would shake and reach for the mother who would never appear.
"Shoot him... Or remain here forever."
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Post by Amaterasu Tanako on Jan 15, 2016 15:14:07 GMT -5
She turned slightly, taking a few steps back from the advancing apparitions, watching the one that was speaking now audibly over all the other voices. She stared askance at the gun for along moment, and then her gaze followed his pointing finger...
And an impact shattered the air around her as her eyes turned flame red in an instant, the aura reappearing and whipping her hair back and forth as she turned her back on the apparitions of her mother and father, flames igniting over her right hand, and spreading to her left when she brought them together.
"Something you clearly don't know about me. My father taught me to protect the innocent and the weak. By encouraging me to break that vow, you've just revoked your own right to speak," she hissed, her fingers hooking into claws before curling into tight fists. In the space of a few seconds, she'd punched at the air twice with each fist in a rapid combo, the flames blasting out and launching themselves, orbs of deadly flame, right towards the mysterious figure. "Even if it traps me here for all eternity, never will I harm an innocent so long as I can help it!"
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Post by Elijah Flynn on Jan 15, 2016 15:56:35 GMT -5
The shadow-like figure unfazed by the aura that surrounded Amaterasu, nor the flames that ignited over her hands, its facial features would remain obscured by shadows, preventing her from making out its expression. The flames blasting outwards and launching towards the figure, it would be engulfed by the fire, the flames licking upwards at it, as the figure would disappear in a sea of flames.
"Is that so? Your pitiful efforts to subdue me are futile. You have no other option. You will shoot him."
Through the sea of flames, the shadow-like figure would step through the fire, unfazed and unharmed. The gun re-materializing in Amaterasu's hand, if she did not shoot the baby, the figure would keep her here forever, forever trapped. She would shoot, for she could not harm the illusions of her parents nor the figure, there was no one else but her or the baby.
"Shoot him."
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