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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 Markus Eckhardt on Jan 16, 2016 20:24:55 GMT -5
[OoC: This will be a heavy PvP event with little GM interaction besides the intro and outro. Rewards to be based on participation. Whoever claims the Supply Drop is free to do with it as they wish. Additionally, the group who does this claims the title of Reigning Faction over the district.] Not long after the wall went up, supplies began to run scarce within the District. The Apostles claimed what they could from all local stores, and anything they did not take, looters and rioters ate, destroyed, or hoarded. With this being a foreseen aftereffect of the wall going up, the Apostles were ordered to organize a supply drop every so often to provide for those within the wall, merely a method of earning and maintaining public appeal.
The sounds of multiple helicopters - four, to be precise - could be heard overhead as they passed above the District with rather large cargo. Once they reached the center, all helicopters cut the cables carrying the supplies, and a large crate plummeted toward the ground at high velocities. This crate ripped through multiple floors of an unfinished skyscraper at the center of the District for all to see and claim. While the intent was for the supplies to be redistributed among all within equally, the Apostles decided to steer clear of things and watch as the gangs did their best to claim them.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Jan 16, 2016 20:38:51 GMT -5
The destruction that the crates left was audible to what Valo assumed was the entirety of the district. He had seen the helicopters come down, and watched as the crate fell. Whatever it was, it was sure to be something notable. He doubted it was a trap, at least... not in the traditional sense. There was bound to be others investigating the area as well.
Gripping his sword tightly, Valo would make his way to the building where the crate fell through, keeping an eye out for any potential signs of danger, as well as any other allies or people in general who were approaching the crate. Whatever it was, Hyperion needed to go in and take control of the situation, and fast.
If no one opposed him, Valo would make his way all the way towards the crate and proceed to check on what was inside.
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Hi ho! Hi ho! It's off to work we go!
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Jan 16, 2016 20:41:43 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | Since walls were erected, Aldritch was living the life of a hobo. He needed as much help as he can possibly get, and looking at the heavens to see a crate of supplies drop down below, looks like the Gods had granted him his favor. Aldritch would grin, growling as he ran towards the crate while the plane was even positioning itself.
The cargo would fall, causing a loud explosion and a cloud of dust and dirt from the fallen construction site. At this point, Aldritch was glowing bright white with a trail of light being left behind him as he ran, noticeably seeing his speed increase dramatically. "Mine!" He'd shout as he ran like a savage beast wanting to pounce on his prey. "I mean... for LG!" Should there be anyone on his way, he'll have no second thoughts on dealing with it, quickly.
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Description: Harness the speed of light!.... Not really, but close enough
Usage: Allows the user to perform a dash, moving in speeds equal to 1 1/4 of his Int. Aesthetically, the user would glow and gain a trail of light that follows him from behind during the duration of the dash.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jan 16, 2016 21:04:04 GMT -5
 | It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win These battle scars don't look like they're fading |
Macht had mounted his motorcycle the moment he saw the helicopters overhead, revving it up as he watched it approach its destination. He cut through alleys, dilapidated buildings, parks, sidewalks, anything he could to keep the distance as short as possible. When they finally stopped over an unfinished skyscraper and dropped their load - must have been something fucking heavy - he drove over the nearest makeshift ramp he could find. Landing on the third floor in a roll, the motorcycle skidded across it and nearly fell over the edge. He stopped himself and dusted himself off, looking up to the floors above him. From what he could tell, the fourth floor wasn't cracked, and he didn't know how many were above him, so... this was going to be tedious, but Macht decided he was going to check floor by floor. So, tucking his chin and broadening his shoulders, Macht crouched slowly. Then, forcefully, he jumped toward the ceiling, shattering the platform with his back and passing through like it had been made of butter. Very rough, coarse butter. While he didn't know what was in the crate, all Macht knew was that he wanted to be in charge of it. If it were intended for the Apostles or the rest of the cattle, he knew that it could only land in hands he trusted. Leon and Ira, they wouldn't be kept away, but anyone else..? Well, let's just say, Macht didn't feel comfortable letting anyone have a potential trump card if it wasn't him. [googlefont="VT323"][googlefont="Oswald"] |
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Jan 16, 2016 21:32:45 GMT -5
 The moment he had heard the sound of helicopter blades reverberate through the sky, Kazuya had quickly darted out of his home and climbed onto his motorcycle, revving the engine up and taking off towards the center of the District, which he had seen the helicopters fly in the direction off. He cut through as many side streets and alleyways as he could, to cover the large distance in a smaller amount of time. Unlike Macht, Kazuya would park and hide his motorcycle away in the closest side street to the unfinished skyscraper, well-hidden from view. He'd then quickly take off towards the skyscraper, the ground shaking beneath his feet from the cargo crate impacting with the building.
He wasn't surprised that he wasn't the only one that made a straight beeline for the cargo site, with supplies running out at an alarming rate, anyone and everyone was going to go after the supplies like a pack of ravenous wolves. With Valo already there, Kazuya would be providing back up for his leader, because despite the call for unity against the Apostles, it was essentially, a free-for-all. And he would do everything he could to secure any advantage against the Apostles, even though he knew about as much as the next guy what was in the crate. Not stopping even once as he quickly scaled his way up through the building, his hands would never remain far from his katanas on his back, if it came down to it.
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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 Jan 17, 2016 0:44:57 GMT -5
Leon unlike the others, didn't hear the helicopters or the explosion of the crate smashing through the building he had fallen asleep on top of. In fact the crate had missed him by maybe a foot, leaving his body hanging from the opening for a while. Then Macht smashed through the floor below and shook Leon's body free until he fell on top of the crate, bouncing off and rolling to a sliding landing on the floor. A deep breath and Leon would roll over to go back to sleep.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 17, 2016 1:17:51 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
 she will punch you in the face.
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Anywhere within a field of (1/2 Int) feet around herself, Ira can summon a trio of shapeshifting creatures that move at a speed of 1/2 her Int stat. These creatures cannot attack and cannot be attacked; they are essentially illusions.
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'YO MAMA SO FAT, HER BELT SIZE IS THE EQUATOR."
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Jan 17, 2016 6:02:56 GMT -5
Levi followed the helicopters on his motorcycle, skidding to just in front of the fallen skyscraper as he eyed everyone already on the scene. the crate had clearly not smashed through every floor, but it had done enough that he definitely needed to see what was in the crate. He checked his surroundings before dismounting his bike and leaping as high into the air as high as he could, able to see through the floors given the state the skyscraper was in. If he didn't see the crate, he would land on the highest floor and begin hopping up, floor by floor through any openings found until the found the crate.
Need to at least know what we're dealing with.
Assuming he reached the crate at the same time as everyone else, he would silently examine the crate without touching it, keeping his distance from everyone else, unsure of how desperate they might be, though he felt he was in no immediate danger.
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Everytime this world changed, I destroyed what I wanted to protect without realizing it.
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Jan 18, 2016 0:10:45 GMT -5
Head low. None of this matters. Just keep your head low. None of these people matter. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t have anything to do with you. Just keep walking. I took another sip from my flask as I walked along. I didn’t care. This city could rot. This school could crumble. These people could die. I didn’t want to fight anymore, but somehow I kept getting pulled back. Dammit this wasn’t my fight. I took another sip from my flask I walked along.
I didn't need the supplies... not yet at least. I wasn't going to bother. As the crate flew through the air... I cursed myself thinking of each of them. Yvette, the Lightning Gang, Mr. Yamato, Valo... Even if I didn't need the supplies, they could make use of them. I cursed myself as I made my way towards the supply drop. My right hand shaking, I would reach into my coat pocket and pull free my black half mask, pulling it over my mouth. I then pulled a black hood up over my now brown hair. Yellow eyes would pierce through my shadowed face as I approached the entrance of the torn skyscraper, seeing a slightly familiar figure before me.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Jan 18, 2016 22:27:42 GMT -5
Siobhan's phone buzzed, alerting her to the situation happening only a few blocks from her. Briefly a thrill rushed through her before a hardened resolve. Finally, a plan was in motion and she needed to spend her time closing in on the area thinking of a way to execute this quickly. If Macht was on his way to a "big ass crate" that meant others would be in pursuit. If Siobhan's guesses were correct, it was a supply drop. Smirking to herself the girl laughed quietly. Apparently it would be too inhumane to let the people inside starve, but quarantining them off was perfectly appropriate. Letting her dry humor turn into black anger, the girl increased her run to where she had seen some helicopters retreating from.
I'm on my way. Don't beat up people until I arrive. We should try to negotiate before falling apart.
Siobhan wondered what Knuckles planned on doing about the situation. As gang leader, it would eventually be his call overall. In all honesty, I'm just the lackey. In her opinion, claiming the cargo and distributing it in exchange for allegiance and support seemed best in her opinion. If this cargo drop only served to cause divides within the District, they'd all be eating out of the hands of the Apostles. And while Siobhan certainly wasn't one to play nice on the playground, she was a spiteful person.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Jan 19, 2016 0:19:26 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","biggie"]  [attr="class","textie"]Valo watched as many others came out of the woodwork to approach the crate, few of which seemed to be in a craze to get whatever was in there. Chances were, it was valuable, as people from every gang in the district seemed to be showing up.[break][break]
"I better get to it first then..."[break][break]
Valo crouched down low before leaping as high as he could at the skyscraper, dark energy concentrating around his feet as he would land against the building, standing sideways on it as though it was the natural floor to him. Having shifted his natural gravity, Valo began to sprint up the building as fast as he could, taking a look around at the others approaching the area.[break][break]
"Hmm? That's..." His attention was on a hooded figure with a black face mask, it seemed awfully familiar, and they seemed to be approaching the drop as well. No matter, it wasn't time to investigate that just yet, and if they were heading in, chances were Valo would run into them inside.[break][break]
Valo would continue up the building until he saw the floor where the crate landed before climbing into the window/opening and making a beeline for it, attempting to get to it first. [attr="class","iconie"]  [attr="class","tagsie"]@tagged [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] Gravity Shift (Tier 1): Valo's Wraith energy becomes easier for him to control the longer he lives with it inside of him. By channeling that energy into his feet, Valo is able to "shift" his gravity, treating any surface that he walks on as if it were the floor. He is able to walk, run, or even jump along the walls and ceilings of any building or object as long as he is channeling this power. It aids greatly in his infiltrations and assassinations, and sets up some of his assaults. However, attacks that would knock Valo off of his feet will cause his body to fall towards the ground naturally and shift his gravity center back to normal. Usable for one post per 5 INT. (1/16 used) |
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Post by Rochi Dragon on Jan 19, 2016 16:42:57 GMT -5
Rochi disliked competition, mainly because he was the spot light. No one else had the right to take his spot light, which is why he was hurrying as fast as he could up the stairwell of the building which the loud crash came from.
"I WANT CANDY, I WANT CANDY, I WANT CANDY!!"
Rochi kept screaming those words as he went up, not caring if anyone heard them. Everyone else was nothing, except him. He was something and this crate was also something that only he could take. He kept going up the stairs with haste. His candy awaited him. Reaching one of the top floors, Rochi saw that a nobody was trying to touch his candies.
"MOVE ASIDE PEASANT, I'M OBTAINING MY CANDIES!!"
Rochi quickly walked toward the crates while he yelled with happiness:
"CANDIES!!"
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Jan 19, 2016 19:34:17 GMT -5
Levi could hear Macht crashing through the floors as he scaled the building in his own way. He assumed that they were not the only two and he confirmed his suspicion almost immediately as he landed on the wall-less side of the floor that had managed to stop the crate. He was impressed at the construction of the crate, having made it through so many floors with little to no damage, though the big question was the contents of the crate. Levi hit the floor running, straight at the crate as he eyed Valo as he came running out of the stairwell also making a beeline for the crate. It seemed they all had the same idea, but it wasn't really about who touched the crate first, it was who could make it out with the contents.
Hungry...damn it...
Levi stopped as soon as he reached the crate, giving Valo a friendly grin, though his eyes spoke volumes about how prepared he was to fight for at least a fair share. The thought of fighting his old brother in arms was not a pleasant one, especially given their previous dynamic. He was sure Valo had no idea that Levi had been the one behind the mask during the Riot attacks, but his own knowledge of it was enough to haunt him if he let his mind wander enough. Levi relaxed his posture, though his guard was far from down as he spoke calmly.
"Long time no see old friend. Any guesses what's in here?"
Levi gestured towards the crate, having no intentions of fighting unless someone made him. His attention was quickly grabbed by the man screaming about candy, also walking towards the crate. Apparent mental instability made Levi nervous. It usually indicated volatility which often led to violence, which Levi might have enjoyed if he weren't hungry. He really needed the crate to be full of food. He stared at the screaming man silently as he approached.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Jan 19, 2016 20:15:14 GMT -5
[OOC:Sorry for the delay!]
Austin had been looking at a work in progress, he had set a few of their members on the task of detailing the layout of the wall, and was in the process of piecing together a make-shift map when he heard the helicopters overhead and Macht calling out.
Austin was quick to drop his task, the urgency in Macht's voice automatically signaling to him that something was happening. In similar fashion, he would call for Skids and Loose change, before his motorcycle roared to life and they set off toward the drop zone.
However, he would take the other two and hit the base of the building, choosing to work his way up from the bottom with his crew in his wake. He didn't feel thr need to rush. He hoped this would end peacefully and everyone would agree to put whatever it was, toward the new cause.
If not, then Knuckles would just have to assume they were the enemy. And the enemy would be crushed. Geared up for battle, Allen's katana sheathed across the back of his belt, horiztonally, Austin would eventually reach the small gathering, strolling behind Kazuys, stopping himself and his Apex followers a short distance behind him.
"Well.. I do hope we can be adults about this. Heh."
Knuckles would stand tall and glance toward the people he saw. Macht, Ira, Valo, Levi.. A few random people he didn't know. Shrugging, before rolling his shoulders, he would pull out a cigarette and light it.
"I propose you let us take it and put it toward the fight against the Apostles- Without bloodshed. Consider actions taken here.. carefully."
If this had to turn into a fight, then it had to. Without these supplies, it would be much harder on everyone looking to get back at the real enemy and bring that damn wall to the ground.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Jan 20, 2016 1:39:58 GMT -5
 | It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win These battle scars don't look like they're fading |
With Ira on his shoulders, Macht figured it'd be best to not shoulder-check each individual floor from this point onward. So, instead, he used his prosthetic forearm as a battering ram up until he was on the floor with the crate. Glancing around to see all who were present, he was disappointed but relieved at the outcome. Few of the notable figures showed their faces, but it wouldn't take long for the rabble to show up as well. Macht planned to have the resources out of here long before then. Ira still atop his shoulders, Macht casually strode past the raving candyman and placed his prosthetic hand onto the crate. He pulled it and it screeched slightly across the concrete, his body straining visibly and his eye widening at the sheer weight of it. With as strong as he was, that had to mean whatever was in here had to be some sort of worthwhile. Worst case scenario, it was a gas with enough potency to drop everyone in the district. Best case? Anti-Apostles miniguns. Neither seemed likely. Exhaling slowly, Macht's prosthetic arm surged with electricity before the crate seemed to magnetize to his palm, and he lifted it off the ground with significantly less strain it'd taken to pull it just a moment ago. Wordlessly, with the crate in his hand, Macht turned to leave the area. Ability Name: Magnetized Projectiles
Ability Description: When lifting a metallic object with either prosthetic limb, Macht can treat said object as being 1/2 its normal weight for as long as he's holding it. Only affects himself.
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