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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.
Full Story Here.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Apr 1, 2016 9:56:28 GMT -5
| i've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar Ira laughed lightly at Lex's comments, but her eyes were very much focused on everyone else in the room. There was one question that haunted her--did she trust them? Looking around, her eyes fell on Lexington and Xaier. They were the only ones she was familiar with, but considering the uneasiness about that blonde guy...
She looked away and smiled slightly.
Keeping slightly, she toyed with a stray tread on her shirt while she moved closer towards Shoji, reassured that there was someone nice around her. Her lips curved upwards with a small hint of a smile, but her smile was grim. Letting loose a breath, she moved again and looked curiously at the forest.
Leaving the house, she ventured towards the forest cautiously, curiosity piqued.
"Hey, Lex, if I die here, give me a bad-ass funeral." She dimpled at the hulking man mischievously.
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Post by `Alvari on Apr 1, 2016 15:00:31 GMT -5
And further down the rabbit hole they went.
There was a certain degree of frustration in Kevin at the moment---he felt like there wasn't much happening in the way of progress, and even less that he could do about it. He felt truly out in the dark, unable to make something happen to improve their situation. A lot of it came from his simple lack of understanding. What was all of this? Wolves? Angry mobs? The cryptic tellings of a little girl and the general feeling that something dreadful was going to happen? Kevin stood out there with Xaier and Bel as he was before, listening to Red explain what was going on (as insane as it all was)...and then it only became worse when the flashes came to him from...what was this? The images were etched into his mind as if he'd been wherever this was before, but when? The memory fragment's end brought Kevin to shiver for a moment as if to proverbially shake it off of him.
He didn't like this at all.
"...We gotta get the fuck outta here," His voice exposed how unnerved he was, betraying any chance of a brave or fearless facade he may have had. However, he stood with Xaier nonetheless. After all, they were already here and it was better than sitting with their thumbs up their asses. Besides, he couldn't just jump ship. Even if there were a way to, it wasn't in his blood. So it was: a willing Samaritan in Xaier, a good-natured but immature Kevin and a hedonistic Bel would band together to escort Red in a journey to save her friend and maybe unravel this mystery.
Not quite your prototypical Final Fantasy cast, right?
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Post by Antonio Neto on Apr 2, 2016 13:53:52 GMT -5
Before he could get his fifteen minutes of fame, Anthony felt something suddenly appear on his hand. A small acorn with a slip of paper inside. "Do not trust the liar?" The freshman read aloud, giving the object a suspecting look. "I'm pretty sure I shouldn't trust magic acorns, but where did this come from?" Anthony sat down staring at the paper. As if the wolves, dead grandmas and angry mobs weren't enough. It couldn't be Kevin, he was too hot headed to talk with things other than his fists. Orion didn't look like a liar, nor did the tallest of the boys, who was still inside the house. It could be the chihuahua, he did ran away, after all. The boy who tries to slice the wall and the one who stopped him did seem unreliable, but he wouldn't judge anyone for now.
Lastly, there was Miss Defaire. Not only was Ira the only girl with them, she also seemed harmless and easily scared, yet the long haired boy was sure she could kill most of them if she wanted to. "Well, I've gone from nine to three possibilities, good work, AZ, good work." Anthony smiled, remembering his old and ridiculous nickname. He would keep an eye on them, at least until he was sure of something. Patiently waiting for the angy mob to arrive, Anthony tried to unravel the mystery. "What if Ira killed the grandma at the lobby with the wolf costume?" Obviuosly, he still had a long way to go.
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Post by Shoji Wakeshima on Apr 2, 2016 22:51:41 GMT -5
The coppery smell of blood overcame Shoji's senses upon Ira busting the door, and his crimson hues narrowed. While it was not at all an unpleasant smell for him, he was by no means suicidal; the smell of blood meant a body, and, with all of the weird shit going on, it was likely the group would be targeted, more importantly to Shoji, himself. To be the perpetrator was entirely different from being a possible victim, and Shoji wasn't down with that.
No fear of the darkness, the man walked forward into the room, listening for any sounds of movement, searching for any indication of an enemy. Swinging his blade once through the air filled with unusual molecules, he would attempt to see what would happen, if anything at all.
"Strange," muttered the student, remarking simply about the peculiarity of the room.
Nowhere near the child, all that Shoji witnessed next was the vision. He was intrigued and physically drawn by the entity, by his sweet darkness and mystery. Just who and what was he? And what did the vision mean? Shoji had no answer to any of these, and he blinked slowly at the end of it, pursing his lips in puzzlement.
It was then that a door in the back swung open, and the Japanese man once more readied himself for a fight, sword extended. He couldn't help but feel a semblance of disappointment that it was only Ozzie on the other side and not a bloodthirsty enemy he could slaughter. And then there was Lexington behind him. Shoji had to hold back a frown, not pleased Ira and him were no longer alone. But he begrudgingly supposed the more there were the better off their chances for survival were.
At Lex's joke, Shoji smiled and gave a small laugh, if mostly for appearances. Although it was somewhat amusing. This was certainly turning into an episode of Scooby Doo, except gorier.
The Japanese man caught that Ira shuffled closer to him and he was immediately pleased. Her body language was indicating comfort around him. That was precisely what, he hoped for. Giving a kindhearted smile, Shoji said reassuringly, "Keep your chin up. We'll make it out of this yet, I'm sure. Let's stick together, hm?"
And that was precisely what he would do, walking by Ira's side as she ventured outside and neared the forest. The chanting was louder here and Shoji internally beckoned for the villagers to come. While he would have loved to cozy up some more with Ira, the thought of a fight thrilled him. Cozying up could be done later, no?
At Anthony's questioning declaration, Shoji narrowed his eyes. While always one to appear pleasant and the prospect of a beautiful woman like Ira slaughtering people as titillating as it was, his disapproval would be clearly shown. While not especially moral, Shoji took issue with Anthony's words. Why target Ira or any of them? The chances of this night turning into a bloodbath was skyrocketing and, as lovely as that normally sounded, they would be the targets. Shoji wasn't about to lessen his chances for survival. He cared about his own skin, at least. And the pretty woman was definitely before the others.
Stepping forward ahead of Ira, he extended his arms and defended the lone girl, "You must be joking!? She was with us and, when in the girl's room, another student was there. We all have alibis, so pointing fingers at her or any of us is absolutely ludicrous. With the village out for a witch hunt already, we don't need one of our own, for Christ's sake! And wolf costume? What wolf costume? Fairly certain there was an actual wolf around, or werewolf, or whatever it was. Where are you even getting all of this, moron?! If you haven't noticed, a lot of weird, supernatural shit is going on here!"
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Post by Rire-chan on Apr 4, 2016 10:00:37 GMT -5
It was one summer day. It was a l i f e t i m e. ❝ [ ► ❚❚ ] listen before/when posting
The crest of the waves darken as evening rapidly progress to midnight. While the teenagers were thrown in mysteries that wrapped them further into ocean of lies and suspicion, someone else was fast at work. They work relentlessly, and the only indication that they were alive was the white air they exhaled from their mouth, due to the cold.
While the tension between the angsty teens rose, a shadow sneaked about, with a midnight blue cloth in his hands. He would slip into the teenagers unnoticed, and remained there, waiting and watching...
and knowing that anyone that writes that their character can see him will be slapped by a hello kitty saucepan for metagaming.
All of a sudden, Anthony, Kevin, Xaier, Ira and Shoji will feel a streak of pain sear into their heads, sending black spots dancing before their eyes. The pain burn away in their heads and lingered for a few seconds, passing as quickly as it came.
"Uncle will always come to check on me every morning, and buy vegetables from Grandma, or help her with washing." Red eyes, her bright eyes ebullient and trusting, as she held Xaier's hand tightly. "He hates wolves, so we must convince him that Red's a good girl and she didn't leave her room in the night." Red spoke, and gently unclasp the red cloak with a hood around her shoulders, and held it as a bundle in her hands.
"We needa find someone tiny to wear this." Red held up the hood. "Grandma told me to never take it off because it will protect me from the wolves. They can't be taller than five foot because Red is still a tiny girl, but she's growing." Red said seriously, peeking out the shortest person of the group hopefully.
"After that, they go to the third room from the left when you enter the house and wait there, Red thinks the hood is big enough to stall Uncle. The room is protected against the wolves, so they won't hafta worry because they won't be attacked, but Uncle's gunna suspect something if they aren't alone." Red mumbled thoughtfully.
She held out the cloak and waited for one of the teenagers to take the cloak.
- - - Behind them, the house shuddered slightly in the wind, as the wooden doors let out a soft sigh when the shadow pushed Kevin to one side. Kevin will feel a small push on his left thigh, but when he looked, he couldn't see anyone.
The teenagers have little time left.
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Post by `Alvari on Apr 5, 2016 18:54:09 GMT -5
Red's words fell on Kevin's ears, but had to tread through a layer of skepticism along the way. All of this just sounded creepy, bizarre...what the hell did her uncle have to do with this at all? Better yet, why the hell should they care? Unless that uncle had answers and could get them the fuck out of here, Kevin had a hard time just playing ball. The thought was cut short by the sudden onset of...
What the fuck WAS that!?
Kevin visibly winced, eyes shutting tight and his face screwing up. He opened his mouth wide as if to scream, and yet no sound came out. Exhaling through clenched teeth, he shook off the sensation before looking around. Wait...did anybody else just...no way. Dismissing the thought, Kevin returned to what was happening in front of them. "Uhh...shortest one here? Uhh...wait, what about the girl with us?" He couldn't think of anybody else that might pass for Red's height. "I ain't crazy about the idea, but if she stayed here, maybe---? What the fuck..?" Kevin's train of thought was derailed when he felt something tap against his leg. His eyes immediately darted to the ground and saw nothing. He took a moment to survey the area around him, but found not a creature or object.
"...That's it, I'm fuckin' losin' it. Let's get the fuck outta here."
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Post by Antonio Neto on Apr 6, 2016 17:53:50 GMT -5
Anthony laughed, at least things weren't as dire as they looked. "Calm down, Katana boy, I'm just joking. So, any updates on the situation?" The freshman inquired, hoping some progress had been made. "The mob's getting closer, but I believe we still got some time, so we should use it." Anthony got up, approaching the little, not so in red, girl. "You must be Red, is that correct?" The black haired boy smiled, he had a weak spot for kids. "I hope my classmates weren't too harsh on you, we'll do our best to help." Before he could give her a pat on the head, Anthony felt a sudden pain on his brain, it was like a headache, only ten times worse.
Thankfully, the pain soon disappeared, and the boy recovered his composure, his blurred vision coming back to normal. He took the cloak from Red and handed it to Ira, trying to be as polite as possible. "Miss Defaire, I have very logical reasons to believe that you are the best choice to impersonate little Red here, would you kindly accept this task? I'm certain it will prove vital to our survival tonight." Anthony stared at Ira with dead, wide open eyes, hoping the pressure would be enough to convinve her.
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Post by Orion Smith on Apr 6, 2016 20:57:06 GMT -5
Orion withheld a wince as a memory flooded his mind.
Fucking telepaths...
Well used to it, Orion wasn't overwhelmed to by the scene flashing before his eyes. However, he made note that they were dealing with something far beyond the norm, perhaps even eldritch. People raced around the building, attempting to figure out what to do... And how to help little Red. When she mentioned that someone would have to wear the hood, Orion spoke up.
"Ira's the only person who can and make it even somewhat believable. The rest of us... We need to not split apart more than we need to. Any one thing that tries to take all of us will be getting more than it bargained for, and the more we split up, the more of targets we end up becoming. If we do decide on a course of action... It has to be as a group, and quickly. Otherwise we'll all pay for it, in the end."
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Apr 7, 2016 8:44:09 GMT -5
Xaier would have felt the searing pain tear through him briefly, his teeth gritting before he refocused upon Red. He was confused to be honest, but aeemed to believe using someone as bait would draw Blue out? Xaier would look atpund himself, gazing between the students around him. His mind too had picked Ira out in his head. Another studebt came for the hood and Xaier just remained close to Red, turning his head in the direction of the chanting he heard. Things were going to get hairy here soon.
For now, he remained silently. Hopefully Ira would be willing to help. Xaier would make sure she stayed safe.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Apr 10, 2016 6:01:15 GMT -5
FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER ❝ Ira's cheeks burned in part humiliation when ordered to take the cloak. The young girl snatched the crimson cloak out of Red's hand and stalked back into the house unceremoniously and rather begrudgingly, annoyed that she was going to miss on on the unfolding action.
Their current situation resembled them padding cautiously about a carpet, vainly hoping that someone wouldn't yank the carpet from beneath them before they could actually discover what laid behind the surface.
Looking back only slightly to give Lexington a wary look, she jerked her head towards Bel--a silent warning to keep an eye out on everyone, and ensuring that no one was going to bit the group's ass from within.
Ira never enjoyed children, and she never did, for she was a child herself. They were too whiny, too loud, too emotional, and thus, she visualized herself throwing them off the cliff more times than she would ever dare to admit. AND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM.
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Post by Rire-chan on Apr 10, 2016 10:37:56 GMT -5
It was one summer day. It was a l i f e t i m e. ❝ [ ► ❚❚ ] listen before/when posting
Before anyone could change their minds, an extreme gush of wind forced them angrily into the house. The wind was drowning them out, forcing them to endure the little laughter running on the disheveled tide of air rushing furiously at the teenagers. Everyone would be blown into the house; everyone else aside from Ira would be smashed right into a fragile wooden room that responded to their weight by tilting and groaning slightly.
Light spilled in their eyes and dizziness ensued, each person facing their own interpretation of hell as the bright lights danced about the room; much like mischievous elves causing havoc in vision.
Red was still clinging onto Xaier. She was the closest to the exit, with everyone's back to the exit as they faced the altar honoring Guan Yin. It was a normal altar, with brightly colored oranges spilled out from a scarlet bowl, placed in a polished wooden table, but something was off. A boy with inky black hair and pleading, dark sea-blue eyes were standing before them, with his fists clenched. His eyes burned with determination, and he was shouting something that seemed foreign until each sound was pieced into words, and each word was pieced into fragments of sentences. He repeated himself again, again and again, and perhaps, finally, the teenagers would hear him; they would hear the words tumbling out of his mouth like a hurricane. They would hear what was struggling to escape, to be verbalized.
"YOU FOOLS."Around them, soft growls sprung up as wolves slowly emerged from the walls. The only wall safe from the wolves would be the wall that was behind Red--the entrance. However, before the teenagers could react, the wolves would pace threateningly around all of them, and there was 4 wolves in total. Russet-brown, copper, ebony, and taupe colored-fur rippled over their powerful muscles while their eyes spoke of hunger. And the howls began. The wolves rushed towards the teenagers: the russet-brown would assault Xaier's right arm by pouncing at him, the copper would reveal sharp teeth as it lunged at Kevin's stomach. The ebony wolf would run at Orion from behind, attempting to tackle him to the floor, and the taupe wolf would regard Anthony with cold eyes, before snarling at him and trying to clamp it's jaws around Anthony's neck. The rest of the teenagers were free to assist with the wolves of their choice. Each wolf was as tall as 6 feet, and their eyes gleamed a molten gold. Blue was shouting once more, again and again and again, desperately this time. His words melted together, and his sentences rapidly transformed into incoherent pieces. "leave me alone you have to leave me alone please go please go please don't come back, just run, run run run, don't fight them, please run." - - -When the uncle entered the room, Ira would notice two things. a) He's the bus driver from hell. b) He's the bus driver from hell.
As he anxiously ripped her hood off her head and stare at her brown hair rippling past her shoulder, his expression transformed from utter anxiety to utter fury. Grabbing Ira's shoulders with his powerful hands, he would shake her back and forth, yelling one question again and again. He wasn't malicious in any way whatsoever; he was simply worried, and after a while, Ira might realize that he would not harm her.
"Where is the girl?" The uncle would choke out, his eyes filled with pain and bitterness.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Apr 10, 2016 12:36:26 GMT -5
This day was getting stranger and stranger with every minute that passed. They had been forced into the roof Ira entered after accepting the red cloak. And now there was a boy standing in the center of the roof. Xaier could only assume it was Blue. He had little time to think about the situation though. Wolves seemed to slip into the room through the walls. Had Blue just been bait to get them all in this room to feed? Xaier couldn't be certain. But his goal wouldn't change. He wanted everyone living, to stay that way. Red clinging to Xaier's side, he had to be cautious on how he acted. "Backs to the wall on my side!" He shouted as the first wolf struck out at him ftom his right side. Hia left arm grasped Red around the torso and he would rotate her counter-clockwise, close to the wall behind him. His right leg would snap out low, intending to kick the monstrous wolf in the midsection to knock him backwards, before his right hand lifted, palm directed toward the beast.A white glyph would flash before a shard of white fiery bloodstone shot toward the wolf. Ability Name: Archangel's Blood
Description: A glowing Enochian glyph appears on his palm, before his blood is drawn out to form a crimson sphere of blood. When thrown, it moves at the speed of his Int. It expanded and flattens so that his qi enhanced blood can cover a larger portion of a body. When Xaier closes his fist, The blood ignites and explodes causing 100% Int damage. Uses: Once per 20 Int
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Post by Antonio Neto on Apr 12, 2016 10:16:39 GMT -5
Damn you, extreme gush of wind. Anthony liked wolves, they were such fluffy yet deadly creatures, but that was not the case right now. As a nearly 6 feet tall grey wolf snarled at him. Or was it brown? Maybe it was a brownish grey or somethi- 'OH MY GOD!' Thought Anthony as the wolf tried to bite his neck, thankfully, he managed to dodge. As the wolf hit the ground, the freshman looked around, seeing three more wolves in the room and a black haired child spurting nonsense.
The wolf jumped in Anthony's direction again, but he soon got used to dodging its attacks, as long as the beast didn't rely on anything more than pure instinct the freshman had the upper hand. However, he knew it would be impossible to win if he didn't start an attack of his own. "I'm not sure if this will work, but I tried my best to create this, and you'll have the honor of being my guinea pig!" Then, a purple rose formed on Anthony's right hand. "Piranha Rose!" The sharp rose hit wolf's right eye, making it squirm in pain. "Piranha Rose, check. I'm getting good at this!" The boy celebrated, forgetting about the situation.
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Post by Gino Reisi on Apr 13, 2016 9:21:01 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]i write sins [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]not tragedies [attr="class","sinbody2"]Personally, Gino thinks wolves are quite endearing and almost adorable, bigger and less tame versions of dogs that have more pride and less discipline than their counterpart. The curly haired male is honestly quite fond of the creatures, but hearing wolves howl for god knows how long is grating on his nerves. The howls have started without warning when Gino was eating snacks (rice crackers to be exact) at a family friend's house, visiting more for the promise of food than any kind of self obligations, and they've yet to stop. His hosts have actually gotten to acting downright strange for some reason, screaming " WOLF HUNT" to the extent that he had no choice but to leave their household to go somewhere else. Somewhere quieter. Sadly, nowhere was quiet, because Gino has been walking aimlessly for a few minutes, blithely ignoring any warning signs to go back and tragically not finding one ounce of quiet in this formerly quaint little village. His steps led him all the way to the maker of the cacophony, a little inn styled in a Japanese manner; paper thin walls, tatami mats, wooden boards, things that no doubt have absolutely horrid sound insulation- It makes the young man stare at the place for a few moments, before he walks forward to open the door and ask the neighbors to quiet down so Gino can calmly eat his rice crackers in piece. His unhappy gaze shifts to a completely blank one as he finds himself in a room with an altar, large wolves of varying colors attacking several of the people in the room. He has half a mind to ask if any of these people were doing a demon ritual gone terribly wrong, because that's the only logical explanation for this right now- But he keeps his mouth shut, instead, because now some of these guys are doing things that seem like superpowers, and what. (Was that a glyph? Did someone just sprout a purple rose from his hand? What?) His face is still completely blank, revealing nothing about the complete confusion in his mind as he looks at the scene. Should he just turn around and leave again, is the question. (Maybe he should actually help these people, come to think of it. Yeah. He should do that instead.) The only sound coming from Gino would be the crinkle of his rice cracker wrapper as he slowly pulled it out of his pocket to munch on.[attr="class","sintag2"] @tag x str:40 - dex:50 - con:70 - wis:70 - int:70 x As told by Rire, current stats replaced with a distributed 300 stat points for this event. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald] [newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:35px;color:#721f1e;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:10px;word-spacing:5px;margin-left:10px;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:58px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 10px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 15px;width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass]
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Post by `Alvari on Apr 13, 2016 14:54:24 GMT -5
It's a little refreshing for Kevin to fight something that actually meant to harm him.
The sudden gale that beset them was only one out of a list of freaky and frightening occurrences throughout the evening. Kevin was forced inside just like everyone else, the winds whipping so hard that he almost lost his hoodie. "Jesus..!" Kevin threw his arms over his face in an attempt to block the gusts from breaking across his face and disorienting him. The feeling here was helplessness---he felt powerless against this unearthly force that loomed over them. There was a moment where he remembered (or was forced to remember?) past times and events that made him feel as feeble as he did now.
He would have to put those emotions away when they found themselves locked in the room with the others. The altar and the boy that stood before all of them screamed of forces that Kevin couldn't quite understand. It only made Kevin feel as uneasy as ever...and then the wolves arrived. Kevin's eyes went wide as the beasts came literally out of the walls; everyone could hear Kevin growl out a low and guttural "Shiiiiiiiiiiiit!" in response. However, listening to Xaier helped to refocus him---not because Xaier was directing, but because he wasn't going to be so weak that he'd let Xaier do such.
STR: 60 DEX: 70 CON: 70 WIS: 60 INT: 40
Kevin steeled his nerves just as one of the feral creatures took a snap at him---Kevin tucked in his gut to barely avoid disaster, though the beast got a jawful of his hoodie and tee, ripping a sizable hole in the fabric. For its trouble, Kevin dropped a hard fist behind the wolf's neck. He immediately followed up by lifting his knee, drawing back and thrusting his right foot straight out. If it connected, it would plant straight into where he assumed an oversized wolf's collarbone was in an attempt to drive it back.
And right after, he made his way to the only wall that didn't have monsters coming out of it. Y'know, just like Xaier suggested.
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