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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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Beta Booster Test (Event)
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❝ Iconoclast ❞
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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 10, 2016 7:35:10 GMT -5
WORD COUNT: 72
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BY MINNIE OF WW I'll meet you tonight, on top of the world,
"It's a very good night indeed." She would reiterate sweetly, as soft blue light would coalesced into a ball of brilliant, blue fire, while she flung it directly at the guard.
"And good nights call for marshmallows." She would say softly, staring at him, utterly apathetic about his welfare.
> Blue Fire:
Travels and deals damage at user's full int. - - we can do anything, we can be anything.
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Post by Yukimura Sanada on Feb 10, 2016 11:41:32 GMT -5
Taking note of the stamps/stickers that had the same lettering as the suit he wore, and the amount of strain the people moving the crates exerted, it was clear the crates were incredibly heavy and needed two people. After completing his "round" of patrolling, Yukimura would stop, appearing as if he was receiving a message, and would walk over to one of the people moving the crates, jerking his thumb behind him.
"Break time. I'm taking over for you."
Hopefully the guy he was taking over for would leave, leaving Yukimura to help the other guy move the crate. |
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Post by Jack Griffin on Feb 10, 2016 13:21:50 GMT -5
The guard seemed fairly pissed at Jack, but then that was the idea. The nearby girl was charging up some kind of crazy blue-tinted fireball, and it looked like she was about to attack- hopefully the guard instead of Jack. For now, then, he just needed to keep the guy distracted.
He raised one hand and flipped up his middle finger, shouting aggressively as he stepped forwards. "FUCK YOU!" His voice ought to be loud enough to cover up Ira's words and her crackling flame, and hopefully prevent the guard from noticing the real threat until it was too late.
The moment the fireball was let loose, Jack dove to one side, quickly getting away from the guard before rolling to his feet.
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Post by Duke Zabi on Mar 17, 2016 22:37:30 GMT -5
Melanie Rose The guard would stop at the sight of the porn mag, before he would rush to it and simply look at it laying there on the ground, making odd grunting noises of surprise. Leaving him completely open for her take down, where she would easily be able to hide the body. Ira Defaire / Jack Griffin Finally with Jack's distraction Ira would blast a burning hole the size of her fist straight through the poor guard who was so surprised it took him a second to fall down. Dead. Yukimura Sanada The guy would stare at Yukimura for a few seconds, utter silence falling over the moving crew as if they had figured everything out, looking around... The guy would stretch and let out a huge sigh as he got away from the crate. "Oh yea, break time." The other guy would look distraught. "Hey where is my break, man don't eat my FUCKIN DOUGHNUTS!"
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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 18, 2016 3:47:10 GMT -5
SHARP AS STEEL. STOP FOR NO MAN. YOU'D BETTER BEG AND KNEEL. Grateful that the blonde hair boy interfered, Ira's eyes widened slightly when she realized it was Jack. Her observation skills were self-destructing day by day at the rate she's going. Regardless, she would approach him proceed to poke around the chain-link fence. If her blue fire successfully traveled through it, she would reach out for Jack's hand and pull him gently over so that the two could enter. However, if her fire wasn't strong enough, she would simply blast it with another round of fire to get into the place, and repeat her actions. She was genuinely curious now. Silver foxes slowly streamed out of her hands as they circled her and Jack, disguising themselves as filthy and disheveled guards with illusions. "We look like guards now." She said softly. "Illusions. Let's go." ● fire: dex/str of her int.
● T1 qi: illusions. Wis check: 74
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I can't lose you now. How will I survive?
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Post by Melanie Rose on Mar 18, 2016 13:52:25 GMT -5
Quickly dragging the guard back and stashing his body in my barricade, I'd look around to see a few others near entering the warehouse. Ditching my idea of climbing to the roof, I too would don the man's apparel and tie my hair back in a tight bun. Crossing my fingers in hopes that no one would notice my flaming red hair was different than anyone who worked there, I headed inside.
"Nothing to report. How is it going in here?"
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Post by Yukimura Sanada on Mar 18, 2016 14:10:48 GMT -5
At that very moment, Yukimura swore his heart stopped. Utter silence falling over the moving, did they see through his ploy!? Was his cover blown!? Thankfully, it wasn't, and Yukimura almost breathed a sigh of relief out loud as the guy he was taking over for let out a huge sigh and moved away from the crate. Once the guy was out of the way, Yukimura would take over for him, the other guy looking distraught. Yukimura could only take over for one guy, unless one of the others came over and took over for him. Then maybe they could get this crate away and see what was inside it.
As another guard came over and asked them how it was going over here, Yukimura would look over and notice the guard had flaming red hair, similar to the girl from the... Ohhh.
"Oh, there he is. He's taking over for you. Better hurry, before all your donuts are gone."
Hopefully Melanie picked up what Yukimura was putting down, then they could get this crate away with hopefully little trouble. |
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Post by Jack Griffin on Mar 18, 2016 23:27:22 GMT -5
"Ouuuuuch."
Thus spoke Jack Griffin, first of his name, upon witnessing the chick he'd met just the other day blowing a hole through a man with a freaking fireball. What the fuck? He could still remember being right next to her, so close that their shoulders were practically touching- a pleasant and mildly titillating memory, now ruined by the knowledge that she could have blown his freaking head off at a moment's notice. He groaned internally. Why couldn't he ever meet cute girls who weren't liable to go crazy and kill him at a moment's notice?
As soon as he was on his feet, he rushed over to the guard, hoping to help. By the time he reached him, however, it was already too late: the man was dead as a doornail, small wisps of smoke rising up from where the blazing bolt had burst through his chest, searing through flesh and bone without so much as slowing down. The smell of it- the smell of it-
Jack retched, a shivering convulsion running through him, a flood of bitter saliva washing over his tongue. He turned his head to one side, unable to look any longer.
When he stood up, it was slowly, his body almost numb.
He didn't take action, or say anything, as Ira examined the fence and helped him over. The feeling of Ira's soft skin against his as she took his hand, something that would normally have brought a quiet blush and a smile to his face, did not elicit the slightest reaction. For someone who had just thrown a fireball, her fingers sure were cold.
When she conjured ethereal foxes out of nowhere, a distant part of him was thinking, 'Holy shit, she's a wizard now? Hermionira of Hogwarts 552!' But it was buried. Crushed. Subsumed. Much as he might like to play Jack the joker, Jack the cocky and careless, Jack the suave wannabe tactician, he was still Jack, the boy who wanted so much to believe in justice. It was a fire in him, burning through his nerves and veins just as the fire had burned straight through that unknown guard, only in his case it kept on burning, building, overwhelming petty things like reason and caution until finally his lips parted, unable to keep the blaze contained any longer-
"Why, Ira?"
Could she see through her own illusions? If this was so, perhaps she would glimpse the eyes staring straight at her, the hands clenched into fists so tight that nails dug into flesh, the veins that bulged against the skin above them as if seeking to burst free and paint the world red. But even if she couldn't see all that, she would hear it in voice, whisper-quiet and deadly calm, the kind one only hears when someone is on the verge of utterly losing it.
"Why did you kill that man?"
A pause, lasting for a single heartbeat.
"Think carefully, Ira."
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Post by Duke Zabi on Apr 30, 2016 22:39:05 GMT -5
Everyone receives +3 exp and +1 CT Ira Defaire Crown of the Unclean: +5 Int At the cost of 20 Int per use a crown of blue flame appears on the head of the user, enabling them to create an unholy circle of energy in the air. Any projectile attack that passes through this circle is powered by 1/2 'Satan's' (The user's) Int stat as an additional mark of damage of the Fire/Unholy kind. Beta Booster: +1 to all stats If equipped to someone with Qi unlocked it's an activatible item. Once activated it can have any number of visual and mental effects. When activated grants the user: +5 to all stats. for 1 post per 10 Int. When deactivated the user experiences great pain and they suffer -2 Con per 1 INT. If negative exceeds the base of 5 Con, user passes out. Yukimura Sanada Lucifer's Damned Sword: +5 Int At the cost of 10 INT per post of use the user may summon the unholy sword of Lucifer. A sword of blue flames that grant the user +10 Str, +10 Dex. -2 to all stats for as many posts as the sword was in use. Crystal: ? ? Jack Griffin Satan's Steel Sole Boots: +3 Con, +2 Str At the cost of 10 INT per use, the wearer can stomp and cause a fire to surround them, these blue flames grant +10 Con and if a strike thrown by the opponent lands unblocked by the user the opponent is burned and suffer -5 Str -5 Con for the following post. Alpha Boost: +1 to all stats If equipped to someone with Qi unlocked is an activatible item. Once activated it can have any number of visual effects. When activated grants the User +7 Str, +6 Dex, +7 Con for 1 post per 10 Int. When deactivated the user experiences unimaginable pain and their Con suffers -5 per 1 int. If negative exceeds the base of 5 Con user passes out. Melanie Rose Archangel's Halo: +5 Int At the cost of 25 Int per use the user is able to give someone a renewed Int pool of a single tier chosen by the user. Beta Booster: +1 to all stats If equipped to someone with Qi unlocked it's an activatible item. Once activated it can have any number of visual and mental effects. When activated grants the user: +5 to all stats. for 1 post per 10 Int. When deactivated the user experiences great pain and they suffer -2 Con per 1 INT. If negative exceeds the base of 5 Con, user passes out. |
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Post by Melanie Rose on May 2, 2016 17:39:30 GMT -5
Melanie looked at the boy who was obviously NOT a guard -just as she wasn't- and nodded once.
"That's right. You're cleared for half an hour. Boss wants this done fast." In the best manly voice she could muster, still a decent manly voice, but if he cared to check, she did have a very feminine face.
After the man left, Melanie strode over to the boxes and cracked one open. Only two items stood out to her. Claiming the Halo that reminded her of a favorite Saint's Row game, and a booster item, she was happy and left the crate to any others who came on later. Looking around quickly, Melanie decided it would be best if they left. The plan would be found false if the men found bodies. Best leave now, undetected, than in a few moments with guns pointed in their faces.
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