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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.
Full Story Here.
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A Strange Place Called New York City! (Open)
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Nov 28, 2015 2:57:30 GMT -5
Kenji resisted his instinct of shirking away or swatting aside Marthin's hand, instead allowing him to touch his shoulder. There was a clear and obvious lack of hostile or ill intent in his movements, so he saw no reason to take the defensive. The idea of talking and walking made him feel a tad more comfortable, since it'd be better than lounging around while talking about such subject matter. Reassured by the Englishman's claim to not be quick on judgment, he decided with a nod to take him up on the proposal.
Standing, Kenji would accompany Marthin by foot once the blonde also stood to move, and begin to tell his tale. "There's a bit of exposition that I should tell first, so that you'll understand some things a bit better, so forgive me if I drone a bit. You see, in Japan, we have samurai, or rather had, aside from the odd modern day samurai. Our warrior class has long been cited to be the equivalent to western knights," he explained, hoping to give Marthin a better mental image of what he was talking about. Hooking his thumbs in the corners of his pockets while continuing to tote his donut bag, he continued, "We also had ronin, samurai without a master, who similarly are the east's answer to knight-errants. Some ronin were rendered unto that state by committing a dishonorable act and being exiled from their lord's service, whereas others chose the path willingly for their own reasons. By definition and by ancestry, I'm a ronin since I'm masterless by choice, and I practice Bushido, the way of the warrior and moral code that samurai followed; chivalry, essentially." With that explanation concluded, Kenji allowed his companion some time to visualize and contemplate these things so that he could get to the core of his story.
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Post by Marthin on Nov 28, 2015 11:00:34 GMT -5
As Marthin walked, he listened closely to Kenji's story; nodding occasionally. Once Kenji paused, Marthin's expression changed, as though he was considerably impressed.
"I see. Chivalry, yes! The code of honor among warriors of all kinds." Marthin's mouth spread into a proud grin--perhaps not proud of himself, but proud of this young man that is walking beside him. "Ronin..." He said the word slowly, as though to familiarize his tongue with the new word. "Masterless or not, you seem pretty noble in my opinion. You know, I have always been fascinated by the Japanese warrior system; although with all due respect, I wouldn't practice bushido myself." When Marthin said this, he tilted his head slightly towards Kenji, while showing he wasn't insulting the tradition, but merely stating that he wouldn't be interested in converting to the bushido code. At this, Marthin waited for Kenji's continuation.
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Nov 28, 2015 21:39:29 GMT -5
Kenji waved off the latter comment in regards to Marthin not being keen on practicing bushido with a smile. It was only natural, as everybody had their own way of acting in their day to day lives. Why change their beliefs or ingrained habits on a dime? "Of course. I would never ask or expect anyone to change their practices out of the blue. That'd just be rude, you know? I'm flattered that you think I'm noble as well, though I wonder about that sometimes."
With the backstory discussed and certain that the Englishman wouldn't be missing any basic plot points, the easterner moved onto the main tale. "After I turned fifteen over three years ago, my father concluded that I had completed my training and mastered my chosen arts. I just didn't feel satisfied, though; I was restless, eager to push my limits and reach new heights, and see many new things and people in the process. So I took up sword and laptop - the latter so that I could continue my education abroad - and left on musha shugyō, the warrior's pilgrimage. I was pleasantly surprised that a good chunk of the matches I had during the next two years were with people of similar mindsets. Despite the modern age, there were those who had a warrior's spirit. Those were my friendly matches, and I always treated these opponents with respect."
Kenji paused to let that sink in, conjuring the next portion of his story in the short meanwhile. "Of course, with any such journey, I also had my share of less than respectable adversaries... Thugs, people with power complexes, wannabe yakuza, and those who looked down on people with my mindset. Those were not friendly matches; they either challenged me purely to try and beat me down because they wanted to, or ambushed me to rob or teach me a lesson. If they backed down after they were soundly beaten, I let them go in peace. Those who continued on in rage or hate, well..." The next pause was quite pregnant. It was almost as if Kenji wanted to see what Marthin would come up with, or so it seemed until he continued on to say, "I made sure they thought twice about being cruel or lording over others. But these aren't the reasons I'm at 552; as far as the authorities in New York know, I have no such record of street fights or matches because I haven't really had any here."
One last break in the story followed, Kenji allowing the noble blonde space to catch up and comment as he pleased.
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Post by Marthin on Nov 30, 2015 2:20:04 GMT -5
Marthin's gaze rested on Kenji as they walked. He was honestly intrigued by Kenji's story. When there was a final silence, Marthin dragged it on a bit. He placed his fingers around his chin, pondering a bit, perhaps to come up with his opinion of what he had heard so far.
"You're very interesting, you know that?" Marthin smirked in a different way than before. Not exactly in a mischievous way, and it certainly wasn't threatening by any means. It was a smirk that conveyed satisfaction. His face then returned to an unparticular emotion. "15 years old, huh? That's a heavy weight for someone so young. Still, I can guarantee that I know what that's like. It isn't easy. I was the same age." Marthin then fell silent. His smile was faint, but it was indeed there. He looked up towards the sky, much like earlier while sitting on the bench.
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Post by Miyamoto Kenji on Dec 6, 2015 17:43:42 GMT -5
(( OOC: Sorry about the wait. I spent the last few days getting used to my new warehouse job and combating sinus congestion. I'll be back to regular posting as of tonight. ))
With how Marthin spoke, the inflections in his tone, the very way he drew breath and released it again, Kenji could tell with distinct certainty that the boy was not lying to him. His body language supported his claim to understand what it was like, and although he doubted the Englishman knew specifically his own circumstance of seeking battle, the idea of managing such a weight was anything but unfeasible. No further commentary on the topic was necessary.
So Kenji instead doubled back to Marthin's comment that he was very interesting, chuckling to break the tension that had fallen on the chat. "Aren't you selfless with your compliments?" he joked. Perhaps he was interesting, at least in other peoples' eyes, but he was nothing special in his own. Not to say that he lacked confidence, just that he lacked an ego.
"The last act in this story may or may not be something that you also identify with. Whether you do or don't doesn't make you lesser, although it may make you lucky," Kenji stated, pulling his thumbs from his pockets and clasping his hands behind his back. He stared ahead as he began again, "After around two years and change, I returned home and re-entered the education system. I was able to pick up roughly where I'd left off on my online schooling, and having a daily routine again wasn't any great chore, so the transition went smoothly. I continued practicing the martial arts as I do now, but didn't go seeking battle. My past, however, decided that it wasn't done with me yet."
Drawing a cool breath, the ronin glanced down at the ground without so much as inclining his head, face and body straight. He wondered how this part would go over, but Marthin had already sworn not to let this testimony negatively affect things. May as well follow through, right? "A handful of yakuza posers whom I'd beaten during my pilgrimage banded together, planning to exact revenge for their humiliation. To that end, they kidnapped Suguha and Marie, and demanded that I bow to their whims and let them do as the please with me. If I didn't comply, they'd take it out on my sisters instead and kill them. Whether what I did next was what any good brother would do, or what a mental patient would do, is both beyond me and unimportant, because I achieved the desired result." The way in which Kenji put it was deliberately cryptic, and he allowed a pause so pregnant that it was kicking, just so Marthin could ponder it for himself.
Once the pause had come to term, the easterner started to bring his story to both the climax and resolution. "I agreed to surrender to them in public on the condition that, once they were done with me, my sisters would go free. We met at my school's courtyard, and the ringleaders were at the front of the group. I brought only my bag and a katana, whereupon I knelt and laid the blade before me as a sign of submission. I can still remember them bragging about the pain they were planning to inflict on me, and I can distinctly see the sick, perverted grin on the first of the two, the one whom was closer and had no concept of personal guard. I drew my sword, rose, and cleaved his head from his shoulders. I was already butchering the second leader before the first's body joined his head on the ground."
The next pause was much shorter, a stillbirth in comparison to the first as Kenji glanced over to his acquaintance, wondering if he would be able to keep his oath. "If you're thinking that I snapped, you're right. The fact that they put my sisters in peril over a grudge with me put me over the edge, but I learned a long time ago how to hide what I don't want people to see, both physically and emotionally. I can still remember the terror in the group's eyes as they tripped over themselves to free and send my sisters off to me, and even now, even after what they did, I'm still not proud of causing that tangible, palpable level of fear to another human being, let alone several." Pulling his arms back around to hang at his sides, moving in tandem with his legs like any normal person's, Kenji turned his gaze forward again. "Nobody could dispute that what I did was to save family, because I had the evidence clear as day that they threatened to kill my sisters. However, I still murdered two people in public, on a school campus. If my parents hadn't suggested that I enroll in 552 across the pond, I'd be in prison right now with no chance of seeing my sisters again until they were grown with children. At least with this result, I can go see them as soon as I finish my sentence in this school.
That's something worth being happy about," Kenji concluded with a smile.
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