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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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The Second Summit [Dragons]
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Dragons
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 21, 2016 1:37:49 GMT -5
Macht stood atop the Dragon's Terrace that overlooked the city, a grim expression worn upon his face. Not long before today, the Blood Dragon was taken from them, and both the Earth and Storm Dragons were replaced. Two Dragons dead, one forfeited his title, and one Macht had yet to see in any important situations besides Knuckles' execution. Truth be told, he was getting to be worried about the fate of this group. From what he'd learned, the old Dragons were forces of anarchy, often viewed as terrorists, but one of the things he discovered was their purpose for fighting was more than just to test oneself. The old Dragons' purpose was to topple regimes like that of the Apostles, to stand up to this form of totalitarian society. Where order finally became a burden, the forces of bedlam were there to fight for the people. As ironic as it was, Macht was finally beginning to see the things he'd believed all along play out in front of himself almost prophetically. So, he did the most logical thing he could: Macht called for another summit at the Dragon's Terrace.
Though the first summit fell through, the problems the people of the district faced were now clear as day. As such, he needed to make the purpose of the Dragons clear to those who held the titles. They meant something, and were not to be worn to showboat one's own capabilities. Should he or she be incapable of doing what the Dragons needed to do as a whole, they would be unfit to carry the title and Macht would fight for them to relinquish it. However, should the group come to an agreement and find their common enemy in the Apostles, perhaps a plan could be crafted to avenge their fallen brother, and fill in the gap in their ranks. This faction had the potential to be the most powerful in the district based on its old following. Perhaps it could rise to its former glory...
Macht would retreat into the next floor of the terrace, where he would wait at the pentagonal stone table in the seat originally meant for the Fire Dragon. Clockwise from him would be the seats for the Blood Dragon, the Earth Dragon, the Sky Dragon, and the Storm Dragon. He expected them all to be here.
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Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.
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Sky Dragon
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Feb 21, 2016 1:59:39 GMT -5
They had already suffered such heavy casualties. The supposed strongest fighters in the city were falling ever so quickly within recent weeks. First they had lost the Storm Dragon, Zoe, and now the Blood Dragon, Knuckles, had died right in front of Valo's eyes. He was powerless to prevent both of their deaths, and now only two of the original Dragons remained in Macht and Valo.
Valo walked into the meeting room, not carrying the same confidence he usually walked with. The events of the execution stayed imprinted in his mind, it threatened to break him, but it also fueled his anger and desire to tear the Apostles apart with his own two hands. But even then, he couldn't imagine how what he felt could ever compare to Macht's agony.
Taking his seat between the ones meant for Earth and Storm, he quietly placed his Sky Guard on the table, the weapon of the Lightning Dragons before him sheathed within. It glowed with a bright blue light, and seemed to resonate with the Sky Dragon's Collar around his neck. It made him wonder about Huntsman's words to him in their last meeting.
"Huntsman told me he believed us to be the strongest Dragons yet, far more so than our predecessors... I wonder..." He mused out loud, to himself rather than anyone else. For now, he'd wait for anyone else to show up, not knowing if anyone else held the title of Dragon at this point.
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Feb 21, 2016 14:38:46 GMT -5
Finally...
Macht had beaten him to it, but it was good to know at least one of the other Dragons knew what needed to happen, at least he hoped that was the meeting had been called. The dragons had once been a force to be reckoned with and now were certainly capable of being that again, they just needed direction and motivation. Levi, for one, had plenty of motivation. The Apostles had finally killed one of their own, an action that demanded retribution, but it was more than that. The Apostles represented totalitarianism and the Dragons were supposed to stand for anarchy. It seemed like a crime to let the Dragons sit by and allow Alexei to win.
He slowly made his way through the building and onto the terrace, pausing as his eyes rested on the two in the room before walking to what was once the earth dragon's seat, setting his emblem in the recess in the table in front of his chair before sitting. He would node to each of them but otherwise sit quietly unless spoken to for a few minutes before standing and walking next to Macht. He spoke quietly, looking in the same direction his friend was.
"How ya holding up?"
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Let's sleep through the end of this world.
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❝ Iconoclast ❞
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Post by Ira Defaire on Feb 22, 2016 8:48:45 GMT -5
HEAR THE SOUND
OF FALLING rain.
COMING DOWN LIKE AN
Armageddon FLAME.
Ira strolled down to the Dragon Terrace, her petite frame standing out painfully while she continued walking idly, despite being miserably late. Her gray eyes swept the perimeter carefully for any visible threats, and her muscles tensed up involuntarily. She'd resigned herself to avoiding trouble, but the moment she broached upon that decision, trouble shrieked right into her ear and dumped her unceremoniously into a gathering that ran a fifty percent chance of being a farce.
Years of carefulness and pure freelancing taught Ira that sticking a grimy hand into the thick of things could result in near starvation, when she lost one job after next. However, the said girl never did learn her lesson, for she wasn't quite sure what she was doing with a gang that was rumored to comprise of the strongest individuals, despite their failure to act out as an actual group way too many times to count.
She wasn't one to scream bloody murder at every poorly executed move, but even so, Ira found herself grimacing when her converse scrapped lightly against the impeccable floor of the Dragon Terrace.
Who'd ever thought mahogany was a good material for the floor?
No matter. She moved forward and gently pushed the door open. Instead of flooding the people there with flustered gazes and gushes of half-assed apologies that excused her lateness, she remained reticent. Without making any eye contact whatsoever, she entered the room and took her seat at the place of the Storm Dragon, aware that a few familiar presences was in the room.
She laced her fingers together and lifted her arms to rest her elbows on the table. Hunching up to look as tiny as possible, merely to keep up a veneer of helplessness, she scanned the room quickly and took in the names of those in the room. She'd met all of them before, and that only served to remind her how screwed her life genuinely was if she actually knew the supposed powerhouses. She was slightly discomfited by that fact, and the ominous silence in the room didn't calm her nerves.
"When I was younger, I dissected my barbie just to see if she had the ideal female physique and I was sent to counseling for that." She blurted out of nowhere, provoked by the serious atmosphere and the flabbergasted expression that broke free from the surface of nonchalance she had.
Well, fuck the whole plan about playing it cool. The only viable method to escape this was to put all of them in a body bag and beat them senseless, or to run.
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I'm gonna make you bend and break.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 22, 2016 22:07:02 GMT -5
Macht watched as the three entered, one after the other - Sky, Earth, then Storm. His face wore a grim expression the entire time, even after Ira entered, though she would be the only one of the three to receive a small attempt at a smile upon her arrival. Valo's remark was simply met with a nod, as was Levi's question on his well-being, due to the fact that speaking about Knuckles right now was likely to be... detrimental, to the meeting itself. Macht had a purpose for gathering them all here, and he wasn't going to lose sight of it due to blind emotional rage. No, there would come a time for his anger at Knuckles' death, but it wouldn't be here. Now was the time to mobilize.
"I think... everyone in this room probably needed counseling at one time," Macht smiled at Ira before standing to his feet. A small cock of his head signaled Levi to return to his seat - it just seemed more appropriate - before he began. "Thank you all for coming. This turnout is considerably better than the last summit I called. Back then it was only me and..." Knuckles. "As I'm sure you're all aware, the Dragon presence this last year has been relatively nonexistent. They did nothing against RIOT, nothing against FEAR, and even remained absent against Orochi, who were our greatest threat up till now. For the majority of this, I held my own title, but since then I've seen this group change more often than even the Pillars were meant to. The old Dragons, the generation who preceded us, they were active representations of what the Dragons were meant to stand for. I think it's about time we take it upon ourselves to become the same symbols they were - no, even stronger symbols now that the Apostles have brought about their totalitarian bullshit."
Macht slammed his fist into the stone table and it shook under the weight of it as he spoke, muscles tense and teeth gritted. Hand shaking for a time, he took a moment to calm himself down before continuing.
"None of us hold the same allegiances outside these walls, and I get that. But we all hold titles that mean the same thing: anarchy, and before now I thought that was a useless cliche meant to make us sound cool. But all of us, we're the strongest in the District by far. We don't have the numbers to fight the Apostles alone, but together, with all the resources we have outside of this alliance... The trinity of 552 factions' manpower along with our own would be enough to topple these fuckers if we play our cards right, and I think it's about time we start taking the fight to them."
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