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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 `Alvari on Mar 16, 2016 18:10:50 GMT -5
Xaier McCaine "Just talk to her, bruh! Say something! Anything!" It was midday in the school's cafeteria, peak hours for hungry students trying to eat on campus. The line was jam-packed, and in order to keep it from spreading too far out, students were asked not to act like anyone near them had the plague. Kevin waited for his time to come when the staff working the kitchen asked a group of overly eager students not to bunch up around the counter. They went back in line, forcing it to shift backwards. Kevin didn't immediately get the cue to step back a couple of paces, and a young lady in front of him backed right into him. Kevin hardly budged from the girl but gave her the necessary amount of space once they made contact. She turned around, apologizing for her lack of awareness even though it wasn't necessarily her fault...however, she looked up at our tall freshman, smiling warmly and locking eyes with him longer than what was necessary. Any normal guy would have seen this as a prime opportunity. Kevin saw this brunette with a bobcut that looked cute in her jeans as an emergency situation. He almost instantly clammed up, palms growing cold and sweaty. His brow did the same as all the color drained from his face. Kevin was reeking of anxiety as his hands went into the pockets of his gray jeans, nodding to acknowledge the girl's existence before looking down at his chalkboard-colored tee. That was where other students came in. One boy tried to give Kevin a quick pep talk, to which Kevin responded with a series of "uhms" and "uhhs". "Come ON, dude!" the boy said; Kevin didn't look in his direction as he spoke, just keeping his head down in the hopes that by some miracle, this could all be over with. He overheard a bit of chatter behind him over his left shoulder followed by laughter. They might not have been laughing at him, but there was a chance they were. To Kevin, it wasn't a laughing matter as his lips tightened and he frowned...but he wouldn't address it. By now, the girl in front of him was getting an idea of what was going on. She did her best to be comforting: "You know, there's nothing to be scared of...I don't bite!" It was sweet, and it might have helped...if he hadn't heard someone chime in right after. "Nah, he's just scared to show everybody he likes DICK!"Somebody may as well have flipped a switch. One might be astounded at how little time passed between that scathing remark and Kevin's retaliation to it. He didn't even look over his shoulder to see who said it, he just knew it was some punkass motherfucker behind him. Kevin pivoted on his right foot, planting his left to turn in the opposite direction and threw a straight right hand at the first guy he saw, following up with an overhand left hook aimed at the neck. A fury burned in his eyes as much as the impact of his knuckles in the flesh of whoever was unlucky enough to be struck.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Mar 16, 2016 20:01:22 GMT -5
So here Xaier stood in line, patiently waiting for his turn to get some grub. He was lost in his own world, headphones blared music into his ears, his emerald hues hidden behind his closed eyelids. He was just minding his own, rockin' out when the commotion came about. Completely oblivous to the right hand would found a home in his face.
"Urk~! Hey, what the..!" The punch caused Xaier's eyes to snap out and his head to rebound slightly, more due to shock than actual pain. He didn't know what the hell was happening. Some dude was coming at him some kind of angry, for whatever reason. Whatever his reason, he picked the wrong transfer student to try and pick on.
Hands still in his own pocket's, Xaier would step backwards after the first blow struck, leaning his head farther back to avoid the hook this dude sent after his first strike. "I think I just heard some thunder.." It was a good thing his style preferred legwork. Having stepped back on his right foot, it would have planted only slightly. His left would then slide back and he would return fire with a lightning quick right round house kick of sorts. "Here comes the lightning, Asshole!"
His target area was not the kid's head though, as most opponents seemed to expect. Instead, Xaier was looking to drive his toes into Kevin's left arm pit as his hook came around. Not only was he unlikely to expect this kind of speed, but it was going to hurt his left side arm movement a whole lot if it connected.
Xaier's leg would retract rapidly, bending as it landed and he shifted his weight onto it, his left side now facing Kevin, left bent slightly less than his other and extended a few inches forward. He wouldn't rush him. Instead Xaier wanted to make him realize he just made a mistake on picking this one out of a crowd.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 17, 2016 2:23:26 GMT -5
Rage, pride, the need for vindication...isn't that the killer of most good decisions?
There was a morbid satisfaction in feeling his fist strike true to its mark---after all, Kevin was looking for anything to grant even an ounce of machismo at this point---and continued right along as planned with his assault. The force of coming around so fast and swinging admittedly took Kevin off of his center of gravity for a moment. He was righting himself, planting his feet to the floor again before loading up that hard, stiff and wicked overhand left he had in mind when Xaier spoke. Kevin didn't show much reaction to the kid's words, and he didn't have much time to after he missed wildly. Xaier's counterattack was swift, precise and punishing...the recipient of that textbook roundhouse only had a brief second or two to mentally note two things. The first was that this kid was incredibly fast. The second?
...I need to work on my catchphrases.
Before Kevin even thought to retract his left arm, he felt the bone in Xaier's foot crash right into the soft tissue under the shoulder with a resounding thud; he yelped in pain, almost instantly reaching to clutch himself right where he had been kicked as he leaned over. The kick hurt like hell and left him with a stinging, debilitating sensation. Such was the pain that Kevin was finding it difficult to raise his left arm when he finally regained some sense of composure. Kevin thought good and long about who he was dealing with...but he still was insulted, made an idiot of by his peers. He couldn't just let that slide...right? Kevin bent his knees slightly, leading with his right foot which was flat to the floor. He balled his fists as tight as he could, palms and knuckles going pale from how hard he was holding it as he raised up the one arm that he could. He looked just as upset as before if he hadn't gotten angry enough already.
Xaier could likely tell he hurt Kevin with that kick alone. Not like it mattered, but Kevin was visibly livid, gritting his teeth. "Rrrrugh...you got jokes but I ain't laughin'!" Kevin took a step forward and aimed a drilling straight right hand just under Xaier's ribs before he followd, his knees bending and his body seeming to coil up like a snake. Shortly after, Kevin threw all his weight forward, keeping his head low for a hard shoulder tackle on his right side. If he even caught anything of it, he wrapped up his enemy's left leg with his right arm and pushed his size into the ex-Apostle, aiming to take him to the floor.
"Suck on this, fuckboy!"
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Mar 17, 2016 9:45:30 GMT -5
It was entirely possible that Xaier could have avoided the low straight right that Kevin sent, but instead he let it strike home, his reaction was to allow the punch to push him backwards slightly. He would use the push to backpedal, slipping his hands from his pockets as he moved himself backwards in unison as Kevin came in to strike with his shoulder. "Fuckboy!?"I-Is it me or is it getting hot in here!?" A sudden burst of white flames ripped from Xaier's backside. What appeared as angel wings of fire, would make it seem as if Xaier simply SLID toward his left at a speed greater than before, appearing as if he never even picked his feet up. The ivory haired boy's body would be forced forward and to the left, revealing Kevin's backside after his attempt at a shoulder tackle. "Don't let the fire burn your ass!" His left hand would lift, palm facing the sky as a small, ehite glyph flashed and a ball of fiery white flames would form. At which point, his left hand would shift and thrust it toward Kevin's backside- His buttocks to be exact. If it connected, the fireball would burst with enough force to send him sprawling through the lunchroom. Xaier didn't want to why to go overboard here. But he was likely making it known to a larger portion of the school base that this silver haired teenager had a rather unique skillset and wasn't to be bullied by any man or woman! He wouldn't let it go too far. He might have been upset by this kid's actions, but he wasn't trying to kill anyone.
* T1 Ability Name: Archangel Burst Description: When activated, this ability allows Xaier to move faster, while slightly perceiving less. +10 Dex, -5 Wisdom until deactivated.
* T2 Ability Name: Archangel's Halt Description: This ability allows Xaier to create a white feiry ball which hovers in place where created and explodes contact. This ball of fire can also be moved physically by Xaier. 1/2 Int damage per use.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 17, 2016 18:48:58 GMT -5
In many cases, growth is achieved when someone reaches a level of capability they never thought possible. In other cases, growth is obtained when someone finds there are levels they have yet to reach. Today would play host to the latter, as Kevin was served a harsh reminder of a well-known phrase in hip hop: there's levels to this shit. Kevin's attempt to throw his weight into Xaier was met with a lot of air, more confusion and still more embarrassment that it happened in front of his peers. The most he was able to catch was Xaier sliding across the floor like he was wearing highwaters and a pair of penny loafers.
The fuck!?
He'd heard of things---whispers and crazy stories about how people could perform extraordinary feats; such instances were becoming more commonplace once schools became more violent, with students finding out how to hone and temper themselves physically and otherwise. However, he couldn't imagine what he just witnessed---was that fire he just saw? Unfortunately, what Kevin couldn't quite see fast enough was Xaier, who lit a fire under Kevin's ass in the most literal way possible. Kevin could barely turn his head in the direction Xaier went before he was suddenly thrust off of his feet. He was airborne for a considerable amount of time; the onlooking students that remained inside the lunchroom shared a collective gasp as they knew what was coming. Kevin rocketed into a wall, saved only by the fact that he struck it at an angle. A few inches would have made the difference between him hitting his upper back and shoulder or possibly crashing into the wall on his head or neck. The momentum still, to a lesser degree, whipped his head against the unforgiving surface before he crumbled on the floor.
Kevin felt a considerable amount of slack in his jeans. Most likely, that was due to the fact that the small explosion caused by Archangel's Halt blasted the back of Kevin's belt to pieces. The seat of his jeans were singed, with a noticeable piece of the back of his shirt completely gone to expose bare and reddened flesh. Kevin found it hard to get air for a few moments...almost everything was foggy. However, as the haze over his senses began to clear and he began to recover, he could hear something---a higher voice, screaming amidst the chatter of the students.
"...didn't say anything! That wasn't the guy that said those things!"
Kevin recognized it was the girl who bumped into him earlier. He blinked a few times, attempting to stop the world from spinning as he took heavy and labored breaths. There was a mix of bewilderment from what he just witnessed combined with the shock of having everything on your body assaulted within the span of a few seconds. Kevin slowly but surely found his feet beneath him, using his right arm to brace himself against the wall as he picked himself off the floor. He almost lost his footing as he rose but planted his back to the wall as hazel eyes scanned the cafeteria. People were either looking at him or looking at Xaier, and it gave him a moment to process everything---he just swung on a guy who, if this girl was to be believed, didn't do anything but mind his own damn business. If that was the case, well...Kevin visibly flushed red with shame. Not only did he act rash, but got his ass kicked for his efforts.
...So why not at least finish what he started? Kevin took a few hard breaths, swallowed his spit, raised up his fists and limped forward. "If I'm wrong...ack!" Kevin gritted his teeth, apparently stepping on one leg the wrong way, "...I ain't goin' down like somebody's bitch..!"
Pride. Stupid, ignorant and foolhardy pride. Kevin continued to close the distance.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Mar 17, 2016 19:36:48 GMT -5
In a way, Xaier kind of felt bad. It seemed to have been some kind of misunderstanding. The emerald eyed teenager wasn't one to intentionally go overboard against someone that didn't really deserve it. Sure, this kid threw a punch and hit him. But it was clear to Xaier that they were fighters of a different caliber.
The kid seemed to get up and push forward though. Xaier would respect him for that. However he was definitely not going to use any more of his new found abilities. Had to keep your secret weapons, secret right? "Or you can apologize and we'll be done with it. I dont want to hurt you, dude!"
Xaier's hands had lifted to remove his headphones during Kevin's reapproach, dropping them to hang at the back of his neck. Allowing himself to shift a glance toward his surroundings, before refocusing upon Kevin. If the kid chose to halt hia movement, Xaier wouldn't strike.
However if Kevin pushed into his range, Xaier's body would react quickly, rotating clock-wise as he benthis left knee and twisted, throwing his right leg back and around. A swift back-spinning heel kick would be aimed just above his opponent's knee height in attempt to rip his footing out from under him, mid run.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 18, 2016 16:48:54 GMT -5
There was a narrative here, concerning three parties---Kevin, who felt like something of a jackass right now but couldn't bring himself to back down after he started this. Then there was Xaier, clearly not in the wrong but unwilling to let some hothead just do what he will, which was completely understandable. Then there was everyone else who bore witness to the mismatch in front of them, almost unanimously deciding that Kevin was making a mistake in getting closer. Unfortunately, this was a kid who couldn't deal with the idea of just sucking up his ego and calling it quits. If he was going to lose, he'd take it like a damn man. If karma was serving him one right on the jaw, then who was he to say that he couldn't take anymore?
Just like every other maneuver that Xaier pulled off, Kevin could respond to something he could barely even see. The moment Kevin even thought he was in range to throw a punch, he felt the force of Xaier's lower body strength dig into the lower end of his quadricep. The momentum took his right leg from underneath him with such velocity that his left leg followed suit. His body damn near went parallel to the floor before gravity finally brought him down in terrible fashion. There was obvious agony in Kevin's face as he clutched his leg, but with his mouth agape and his eyes shut tight, no sound came out. He eventually managed a boisterous "FUCK!" before he got on his hands and knees, looking to stand back up...the problem was, he could barely put weight on one leg. And with how he just got kicked, getting up anytime soon was a fantasy...try as he might, it wasn't becoming a reality any time soon. Kevin made several attempts, either stumbling or his leg outright collapsing on him every time he tried to stand. He didn't want to stop, but his body had other ideas. Kevin couldn't fight if he couldn't stand.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Mar 20, 2016 22:36:56 GMT -5
Ahh man.. I remember when I was in his position. His mind briefly skipped back to one of his first few days at 552. He had encountered Saya Shinrai and she had amazed him with her ability to put a person down. It had not been him though, until he challenged her himself a couple days later. He had suffered for it, ultimately. She broke his leg with little hesitation. I could do the same to him.. If not worse.. Nah. He doesn't deserve it.. Xaier was not that kind of person though, Not if he wasn't actually pushed that far This situation didn't merit the same treatment.. He actually kind of felt like a dick for allowing this to get as far as it already had.
"You sure are determined, aren't you? You kind of remind me of myself." Only he was surely not as good looking- Or as charming. This ivory haired boy wasn't one to give up so easily. He had even cpntinued fighting and training while his leg was broken. His father had taught him hard work and determination could get you through any tough situation. And those were words he always kept floating in the back of his head. "I won't ask you to give up- You probably wouldn't anyways. So do me a favor at least and remember my name when you wake up.."
Gotta give this kid something to strive for! The ivory haired boy's emerald hues had locked upon his injured 'opponent' and when he finished speaking to him, he had burst forward at an alarming speed, clearing two-thirds of the distance before gave a sudden drop into something akin to a baseball slide. "My name is..!" As he approached, he would shift his lead left leg upward before snapping out a thrusting upward kick aimed at connecting with Kevin's stomach and lifting him into the air. "XAIER!" At which point his left leg would quickly retract and he would shift his body into a crouch as he planted his left foot again. Unbending that left leg, Xaier would stand and twist, rising up as his right leg snapped over and up intending to land the heal into the head of airborne Kevin, if it had gotten that far. "MCCAINE!"
If the kid had been able to stand anyways, otherwise Kevin was probably just going to receive the sliding kick to the face. Regardless, would still shout his name in a rather dramtic fashion as he attempted to finish the job then and there.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 20, 2016 23:37:24 GMT -5
There's a language in how someone fights...judging that there was motivation in this loss, Xaier knew how to speak to Kevin fluently. Before this shounen-as-fuck assault came into play, Kevin was busy just trying to pick himself up off the floor. Sure, Xaier was humane enough to not break a bone, but he put more than a little bite into his blows. Kevin felt every single one of them as he struggled to even put weight on the leg that was knocked from under him. It's like that doctor's knee-jerk mallet from Hell, he imagined. True enough, Kevin wasn't trying to quit, as hopeless or boneheaded as it was.
However, Kevin's lesson was almost over. Although Kevin was in a world of hurt, he managed to catch what he was told...right before Xaier came in like the home run to decide Game 7 in the World Series. Kevin barely caught sight of the bastard's face before being launched vertically; he was absolutely sure all of the air that was in his lungs before Xaier kicked him was still floating near the floor where he was; Kevin's eyes went wide at the natural shock that comes when ALL of the wind gets knocked out of someone. Kevin's ears registered the "Mc-" in Xaier's last name before he saw the kid whirl into the finishing blow. The sensation was how he imagined it would feel to be a TV when someone abruptly hits the power button and turns it off. Everything simultaneously went black and silent as Kevin's body made a trajectory towards another wall, his body torpedoing into the floor and crashing violently. His momentum stopped just short of a nearby corner...when everything went still, his back faced everything else, his front faced the wall and his limbs were splayed out awkwardly. He laid there without so much as a twitch or a peep, out cold. Kevin might not have sucked anything that the jeerers from earlier were implying to, but this sucked even worse.
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