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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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Welcome to District #552 [Event - OPEN]
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Jan 8, 2016 2:32:00 GMT -5
[OoC: All players receive +1 Exp for posting once in this thread. Higher rewards are possible through greater participation.] From five miles outside of PHS #552 in every direction, the sounds of construction could be heard forever piercing the silence that previously took hold of the city. It was not alone, either - this droning cacophony was accompanied by the incessant roaring of the public from just outside of the walls. Those on the outside held their metaphorical pitchforks and torches, crying for justice, revenge, death, everything in between, though perhaps the lot were all synonymous in this particular instance. However, while those on the outside fought and screamed for those within the wall to face justice, things were not so similar on the flip-side.
Within the wall, there was chaos. Anarchy. Rule had been abandoned when it went up, and those within its confines fought tooth and nail to get through before the project had been completed. They could not, unfortunately, as the Apostles checkpoints at every point in and out were heavily guarded and did not permit any unauthorized traffic. They roamed the streets, searching for any unruly activity and putting a stop to it with force as the citizens outside cheered them on from afar. All the while, Luca stood atop a completed outpost on the wall, watching the citizens from above.
"They don't seem to be settling down," Luca spoke over his shoulder to Alexei. He placed a large case onto a desk at his side and unlatched it, pulling out a high-powered sniper rifle. The tripod and stock were attached, and he took aim at the masses. "Be ready on my mark." Silence took hold over the area for what seemed like hours, but in reality had only been a fraction of a second, as Luca set his sights on a single individual who seemed to be inciting one of the larger riots. With a single voluminous inhale, his body stilled, and he pulled the trigger. The round soared through the air, piercing the individual's skull and tearing through it as if it were butter. The sound of the gunshot roared out, echoing all across what seemed to be the entire city, and those within the walls fell silent. Luca set the rifle to the side and took a microphone in hand, flipping on the P.A. system. After adjusting it for a moment, he began to speak into it, speakers all around the area enabling those within the walls to be able to hear him.
"We know this wall must come as a surprise to the lot of you, but trust us when we say it is here with good cause and reason. Hardly a year has passed, and the violence surrounding this school has grown so immense that it began to envelope the city it was based it, what with RIOT, Orochi, the Dragons, Hyperion, the Lightning Gang - there have been far too many of you to count, and more continued to spring up in the dark when the public wasn't looking. Gang violence has evolved from a public nuisance, it has become a plague on not only this city, but the country as a whole. We, as the Apostles, have been tasked with quelling the gang violence by any means necessary, and with public support we have enacted the District Protocol. There is no escape from us. The only way out of here is as a reformed member of society. Welcome to District #552."
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Jan 8, 2016 3:59:49 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | I happened too fast, without warning and consent to those inside. It's a complete take over. Aldritch limped out of the hospital with a crutch on his left arm, supporting his broken leg from his encounter with the Oroichi gang. As soon as he stepped out, everything seemed to have changed. "What in the world..." Construction was being made all around, riots, chaos everywhere, nothing seemed right. Then, there was gunfire, followed by a speech from someone whom Al assumed to have fired the gun.
The man spoke of the chaos ensued by the gangs and the school as a whole, chaos which Aldritch knew to himself that he took part in. Aldritch wore the hood of his jacket, trying to cover as much of his face as possible just in case, he wouldn't have known if the apostles had kept track of those who participated in these violence they spoke, especially since the gang he is a member of had been given a special mention.
And then, it was all clear, these walls, the apostles. They're imprisoned with the apostles acting as their guards. A prison big enough to be called a district. A prison they called...
"District 552..."
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Jan 8, 2016 4:21:08 GMT -5
 No one ever saw it coming. No one... except those that created it in the first place. Though he had not been part of the groups that had fought against Orochi, having been previously disposed long before the gang had risen up to take down Public High School #552, stepping out of his home, everything he had previously known... was no more. Everything had changed. The sounds of construction, riots, and chaos mixing together to create one giant mass of noises, the single sound of gunfire ringing out put an end to all but the construction sounds, as through a PA, a voice familiar to Kazuya began to speak.
Luca Walker.
The Student Dean of Public High School #552... well, what used to be the school, now reduced to mere ruins. Slowly lifting his head up to glance at the PA high above him, his arms folded across his chest, a grim look would appear on his face as Luca talked about the violence that ran rampant from the various gangs that formed... including Hyperion. Though Kazuya was part of the faction, at this point in time, he didn't know what Valo planned to do, if anything at all. Though he wore a mask any time he did an assassination job, he didn't know the extent to which Luca and the Apostles knew about him and being in Hyperion. What was clear though, was the wall being built was for one purpose, and one purpose alone: to keep them all trapped inside.
This was a prison... for all of them. And escape was impossible.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jan 8, 2016 7:06:59 GMT -5
Siobhan didn't understand what she had done wrong. Had this school not brought reformation and drastic change into her life? Soon, a better life had been emerging, the chance to find redemption settling into her hands. Was she supposed to evade death in this hellhole? Or maybe her father had evacuated, retreating back into their home country with all of his assets as soon as things got turbulent. No matter the situation, Siobhan was here. Alone, abandoned, perhaps not a single soul to even call friendly while she tried to pick up the shambles of her life and find a new purpose.
"He doesn't even make sense. There are plenty of students from 552 who can't even hold a candle to the violence that has happened. What about them? That's where the violence will start spiking! Who do they go to!?"
Siobhan inhaled deeply, trying to calm her outburst. A District specifically for reformation then... Very well. Her alignment was always blurry, maybe it was time to fully immerse herself in the raging factions that had come to plague her during her time at PHS #552.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 8, 2016 8:53:27 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
 she will punch you in the face.
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| A pen dangled from her ink-stained fingers as she sat in the corner reticently, only vaguely interested in the appalling crowds outside. She was close to the wall, watching it inch up, bit by bit from her position as she faced her future in all it's aridity and disenchantment.
Ira couldn't move.
She finally registered the dry throats, crimson eyes and sinking hearts around her, but she remained a stranger, caught up in her own web of puzzlement. Blinking her eyes, she flinched slightly when she contemplated the possibility of escape, uncertain to it's oddity. It wasn't that she couldn't escape--she simply couldn't find a coherent thought as to why she didn't want to.
Finally, she moved, reaffirming the grip on her pen as she began to her destination slowly. The emerging of the walls temporarily shocked her into silence, but she regained her veneer quickly, living a careful denial of the reality of her situation.
"Reality is in the eye of the beer-holder." She finally managed.
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Post by Kaitaro of Crimson on Jan 8, 2016 11:31:21 GMT -5
The whole situation was too troubling for Kai to comprehend. How are they able to keep us in here. Is that even legal? Of course it had to be. Almost all students were forced by law to attend the school in the first place. But how will any of this help violence? There had to be a way around this. How did they expect us to react? A big enough group of students kept on the inside would eventually overthrow the Apostles, right?
Through all of the action, Kai was leaning up against a tree. His mind was racing too fast for his body to catch up, he just stood there. He was wearing his normal outfit. Purple jacket, dark colored jeans, and shades. He had his earbuds in, but he couldn't make himself turn his i-Pod on to listen. He was just standing there with a blank expression, all alone with his thoughts.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 8, 2016 12:16:38 GMT -5
And here it was. The culmination of events that had built up, finally brought the metaphorical hammer down. The news of construction had reached his ears and these men worked fast. The rapid introduction of the wall had left Austin little time to plan accordingly. And now the collective was trapped like rats.
Knuckles had found his way toward the mass of people drawn toward the wall ill intentions. However Austin wouldn't be so quick to act. It would be too dangerous to act now. No, now was the time watch and study. To learn more about Luca and Alexai's tactics. A blind assault would mean utter failure. If the recent assault against Orochi had taught him anything, it was that they needed to work together and know their enemy before they struck out.
lost in thought, his single hazel hue had been fixated on crowd and the rising tide of aggression. One of the agitators off a short distance from him quickly lost his head. The sound of high-powered rifle would come miliseconds later after the bullet had already destroy the target's skull. The pink mist signaled to Austin's brain quickly. These bastards were not fuckin' around anymore.
This experience would however help to solidify his stance. The Apostles and their leaders had to answer for this. Many people that didn't deserve this were going to be left to suffer. This went against everything he stood for. He was a free human being with free with. He would not be 'contained'
You fuckers want to cage me like a god damn animal!? ..Time to rattle this fuckin' cage until the damn zoo falls down.
"Macht, we need to contact everyone know. I'm talkin everyone! Lightning, Hyperion, Riot. This isn't a game anymore. It's time to resist and do it the right way! We can't let these fuckers treat us like cattle."
He would hang the phone up abruptly, before pulling up his contact list and mass sending one more text.
'This is Knuckles. The game has changed. Petty issues from before no longer mean anything. We need to unite now, before it's too late. The wall and it's keepers are our enemies. And the enemies of my enemies are my friends. This is a call to arms for all our sake. Meet Apex at the Underground. No electronic devices'
If anyone tried to respond, they would get nothing. Knuckles would drop his phone to the ground and stomp on it. Whether or not they were listening in on communications, he wasn't taking chances. And now, before things got too hot, Austin would take his leave and head to The Underground. There would be a lot of work to do.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jan 8, 2016 13:45:52 GMT -5
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[attr="class","post"] [attr="class","text-lyrics"]Just when you thought it was over The sound of a high-powered gunshot rang through the air, and Macht stopped dead in his tracks. He was about to make an attempt to quell one of the most chaotic riots within the walls when the man who instigated it lost his head, both literally and metaphorically. His eye widened, and before he could search the area for the aggressor, said aggressor made his presence known with an announcement over the loudspeaker. This wasn't just about quelling the violence, anymore. This was becoming a war, and based on his words, the public supported it. "Already on it."A lie? Somewhat. He knew the importance of contacting the others - Leon, Valo, Mikey, Kaiser - but right now, he was focused on a single person and he needed to make sure she was safe. Frantically, he pushed through the crowds, completely ignoring Luca's speech in the process. On the way, he passed by a few people he knew, namely Aldritch and Kazuya, and when he saw them he put a hand to their shoulders. "Head to the underground. We've got shit to discuss. No more playing around."With that handled, he sought after Ira once again. It didn't take too long with his implant, however, and once he found her he made a beeline toward her. These guys were evidently much more well organized than Orochi, and even the snakes managed to rough them all up. This meant he couldn't be sure how safe she was to be around them, even if she was registered as an Apostle. So, he found her, put an arm to her shoulder, and lightly tugged. "Forget the beer-holders for a second. You're okay, right? We need to organize."[attr="class","text-lyrics"]The sky turned black and we all fell to Earth the leviathan @ GS & BRSW[newclass=.icon-bg]padding:10px;border:1px solid #6b859d;height:100px;width:100px;margin-right:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconhere]-moz-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-webkit-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-o-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconheres]-moz-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-webkit-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-o-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;opacity: 0;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconheres:hover]-moz-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-webkit-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-o-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.notestxt]padding-top:20px;font:small-caps 10px 'arial',serif;color:#fff;text-align:justify;padding:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.text-lyrics]display:inline-block;font: italic 9px/100% arial,serif;text-align:center;letter-spacing:1px;width:80%;border-bottom:1px solid #6b859d;line-height:0.1em;margin:10px 0 20px;margin-left:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.text-lyrics span]background:#252525;padding:0 10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.post]font:10px arial,serif;color:#;padding:0px 20px 0px 0px;height:350px;width:330px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;line-height:130%;position:relative;margin-top:-400px;margin-left:100px;margin-bottom:-150px;[/newclass] [newclass=.post::-webkit-scrollbar-track]border:1px solid #6b859d;background-color:#6b859d;[/newclass] [newclass=.post::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#6b859d;[/newclass] [newclass=.post::-webkit-scrollbar]width:4px;background-color:#6b859d;[/newclass] |
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Jan 8, 2016 13:50:53 GMT -5
 {The Sands of Time}
'The betrayal you can see is trivial. What's truly fearsome, is the betrayal you don't see'
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-- And so a mighty hand stretched out towards the skies and darkness fell across the lands. A darkness heavy and thick. It's oppressing nature could be felt deafening across the concrete jungle. Funny how it's nickname was suddenly becoming more truer no? Yes by all means it was made to be a prison of sorts but still within the walls the city was an unpredictable jungle. Filled with wild, exotic creatures. Dangers lurking about like a stalking panther. Snakes slithering through every crack. Every step gradually pulled one deeper and deeper - the slowest of quick sand.
-- The hourglass had reset itself once again. This wall that suddenly appeared with almost no notice, had to be damn near overnight, was only a matter of time in the young brunette's eyes. Truthfully to say the school spilled violence to grow in the city she found it a bit laughable. The city had it's own violence for many a years long before the school was ever built. Peace was a fleeting daydream. Everybody likes to point the blame away from themselves. Such was the hypocrisy that was life. But now the falling sand of the hourglass was turned onto those that would obviously rebel against the likes of Luca and Alexei. Haste was not the key. Know thy enemy. Understand them. Concepts she wondered if some were truly capable of taking. Did they have the patience to proceed? Cereza knew she did. Patience was a virtue a certain group of misfits thrived in. But the question was would she act? Did she care to act?
-- This stunt was effecting to her in a way but at best just one. Her mind was on her niece Amara to whom she wouldn't want to be stuck behind the walls. That should be motivation enough right? But what if she could get Amara out while she stayed behind? Then what? Did all this matter? She did like her freedom. This Luka and Alexei she heard what they had done and from the awful din that was created from this rumbling storm she knew they weren't fucking around. Well at least she could appreciate they had bigger balls than most that came along in her opinion.
-- The cries of the damned swept through every street. The other side cried out for a witch hunt. And in all this Cereza stood silently looking. Watching the inevitable formulate. Amongst the shouts there were those that stared intensely with the eyes of defiance. Oh she no doubt figured a correlation was going to spring up from the ashes. It was a neverending cycle. The innocents blood would spill. The people's lament would be heard cutting through the suffocating dark mist. This was going to be a war zone. There was no stopping that until one side was extinct in one way or another. The buzzing of her phone drew her attention as she glanced and read the message from a familiar 'associate'.
~Just like I thought. That was quick. Let the games begin huh~
-- Blacking out her screen she looked back up to the budding wall and the completed outpost. She couldn't deny her curiosity on the person, but it was beyond that. No this was about what was better and more beneficial for her. Priority number one was she needed to make sure Amara wasn't within the walls and if she was well she needed to remove her. There were still ways. For now she wouldn't make a move. No the Queen's gambit would have to wait. Adjusting her trademark fedora and white peacoat, Cereza would steadily make her way away from the crowd unless something possibly drew her back.
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Jan 8, 2016 14:38:09 GMT -5
Reformation? What kind of bullshit was this guy spouting? All that this guy was doing was inciting the crowds and causing this violence to occur. It was going to be eat or be eaten in this environment. Nyka was sitting atop a building within the walls and heard every word that venomous ass had to say. Reaching in her pocket, she grabbed a lollipop and glanced around, popping the sugary treat in her mouth. Sour apple....yum...
Below she saw the one called Macht walking around, touching people on the shoulder and murmuring to them. She stood and jumped off the building, tucking into a roll as her feet hit the ground. Coming up, she brushed her pants off and began to follow Macht. She made no attempt at hiding the fact that she was following him. Maybe if she followed him, she'd find out what he was telling people.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Jan 8, 2016 18:32:27 GMT -5
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Everything had changed so much within the last few weeks, and it was hard to even tell that they were in the same city anymore. Things seemed so much simpler back when RIOT was their only concern, but now... they were trapped within these city walls, until they could be 'reformed.'[break][break]
The sniper shot rang out, and Valo watched as another man's body fell to the ground, Valo's eyes widening in shock. Looking up at the source of the firing, Valo's eyes narrowed and he was filled with anger seeing who it was. Luca Walker, Zoe's killer. And here he was, denouncing Hyperion as well as just another violent gang. All of their hard work trying to better this city for everyone, and they weren't any better off.[break][break]
"You'll get what's coming to you, you bastard..." Valo muttered under his breath as he scanned the ground, seeing many familiar faces who were panicking just as much. Keeping his sword sheathed under his coat, he knew he couldn't make any moves against Luca just yet. Everything at this point was against him. And so he moved through the ground, seeing a face he hadn't seen in a while. Valo would move up to Siobhan, placing his hand on her shoulder and speaking to her quietly. "Siobhan... it's time for me to make good on my promise to you. We should get to a safe place." [attr="class","iconie"]  [newclass=.biggie]-webkit-transitionduration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover]margin-left:-300px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie]opacity:0;margin-top:-425px;margin-bottom:150px;width:250px;height:400px;padding:10px;background-color:#fff;border:solid 1px #b7b7b7;color:#939393;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;margin-left:0px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;font:11px calibri;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .textie]opacity:1;margin-left:560px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar]width:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.textie::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#b7b7b7;border:2px solid #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconie]opacity:0;margin-top:-240px;margin-left:-220px;margin-bottom:50px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .iconie]opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.tagsie]opacity:0;font:11px calibri;color:#b7b7b7;margin-top:-75px;margin-left:-75px;margin-bottom:40px;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.biggie:hover .tagsie]opacity:1;-webkit-transition-duration:.5s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass] |
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Jan 9, 2016 14:09:33 GMT -5
Levi watched the wall go up from a rooftop, arms folded. His leather jacket shielded his body from the cold morning breeze as he watched the construction. He had carefully scoped out the forces guarding the feasible exits; there was no escape. At least not one that you would get through without a gunshot wound or two. Of course, people were rioting and Levi's thoughts were back home, but his grandfather was there to protect his brother and mother, so they would be fine for the time being should rioters target their house.
Damn...there really is no way out...who are these people?
Levi winced as the distinct sound of a high caliber rifle rang through the air, then the sound of an entire riot quieting down. It was clear what had happened. He turned to face the source of the sound, glaring at the man who had murdered on of their own in the school's auditorium before. He hadn't known the girl, but it a was the principle of the thing. He listened as the man spoke, Levi's eyes momentarily scoping his guard detail to see if there was an opportunity to strike, only to find none. The Asian's fist clenched as he was forced to face facts, they would not be leaving.
No escape....need to organize...
Levi quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted Macht, one of the few people he considered to be a true friend rather than just an ally.
Shit is going down, need to organize. You in?
Levi would make his way down to the street level and await a return text.
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Post by Ecko Armitage on Jan 9, 2016 15:45:02 GMT -5
I don't often get pissed off  but when I do i squint really hard ☼ ♪ Boy, boy, crazy boy, get cool, boy Got a rocket in your pocket Keep coolly cool, boy
Don't get hot 'Cause man, you got some high times ahead Take it slow and Daddy-O You can live it up and die in bed
Boy, boy, crazy boy, stay loose boy Breeze it, buzz it, easy does it Turn off the juice boy
Go man, go But not like a yo-yo, schoolboy
Just play it cool boy, real cool ♪
♦ A slow burning ember was being fueled within the confines of a small visage. Steadily it grew with every bang and clang that made up the ever growing structure. The tools of the oppressors hit their mark with a heavy vengeance over and over again. This wall was filled with nothing but malice. Constructed with delusional ideology of 'for the greater good' - of 'justice'. Though truly who was she to really think that. So many shared a common goal but everyone had different ways of going about it. Some were just more extreme than others. Some just weren't afraid to go the route others would not. Who was right and who was wrong? Was there even a right or wrong? The world was a twisted place and Ecko didn't fully have the right to judge entirely. However, no matter one thing she hated was being oppressed and this was just that.
♦Those normally happy bright hazel's did not exist presently. No the eyes of the Cheshire were tossed away. What looked upon that wall were the orbs of the Valkyrie. Stoic. Almost fearless. Her fist balled at her sides as she squinted at the sound of the high powered rifled. No she didn't flinch. This was becoming and inevitable war zone. Barricades were soon going to be placed. The streets were going to run a crimson red. There would probably be enough tears to form rivers. War was ugly yet to some there was beauty in it. She felt herself getting angrier though all the same calming. The words of the man named Luca rang out and she listened carefully. She too heard like many did about the day at school when he and his Apostles came. She didn't know the girl that he killed but all the same it wasn't her concern - in a sense of the word. By all means she wanted to lash out and many a times Ecko had against oppressors but those times were comical. No matter if she meant the words the seriousness wasn't fully there. This time was different. She couldn't be the same. Had Blake been alive he would've scolded her for being so hasty and foolish.
♦ Ecko felt a presence surrounding her suddenly. The feeling of someone wrapping an arm around her shoulder but there was no one there physically. The Valkyrie found it hard to move at first. Her eyes so fixated on what was before her but that presence seemed to tug at her to leave. A faint whisper telling her now wasn't the time. Keep it cool. Finally her hands uncoiled from their fist form as she turned away walking back down the street. Her lips began to mutter words; a poem; though it was scattered parts it still was clear."..Beware the Jabberwock... He took his vorpal sword in hand...The vorpal blade went snicker snack. He left it dead, and with it's head he went galumphing back... " |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 9, 2016 22:59:37 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
she will punch you in the face.
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Responding to Macht's addressing her, she chose to kept silent for a few seconds, unable to give him an exact, or even truthful answer. The moment hesitation was sufficient enough for her to determine two things:
Firstly, fear would, presumably, force people to work together.
Secondly, fear would, presumably, force people to take it out on the other.
Alexei made a calculative error--he had display cruelty in front of others, without keeping a single pretense of kindness, and that meant only a few things. The Apostles were either confident in their tremendous strength of maiming, or he simply didn't comprehend the importance of attaining trust from the mundanes, the insignificant, the silent. She didn't trust her latter conclusion--too much was at stake. If he made the first decision, it meant that they needed someone that she was wary of. They needed RIOT.
"Macht." She finally said, her heart-beat adjacent to the speed of her though process.
"Leon probably called for an alliance." She said, slightly confident in her ability to predict certain moves that people would make. Their chessboard were slowly being evaluated by her, and she needed to fumble with the pieces--to move the pieces for the ultimate victory.
"I want RIOT in with us, I want Amakusa industries, and I want Yannick." She stated bluntly, her mind pausing for a fraction of the second. Finally, she turned to eye him.
"And I want to be the leader of this alliance." She dimpled sweetly.
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Jan 9, 2016 23:25:38 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | Aldritch's back was turned the time Macht placed his hand on his shoulder, though his voice was awfully familiar, allowing him to recognize the tin man easily. "A'ght" Aldritch said with a nod as he tugged his hood lower, casting more shadow on his face.
Things got far too serious now. They are being caged, and if there's one thing he didn't like, it's got to be messing with his freedom. Then he realized, the walls were too close. "No..." His house is outside the walls and seeing how the Apostles won't let them out, it would only mean that he won't be seeing his family, and he doesn't know how to handle loosing a family again.
He got lightheaded in anger, his veins showing, and his teeth gritting. They'll have to act soon.
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