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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 Mar 26, 2016 20:05:38 GMT -5
[OoC: This is a canon, semi-serious speed event. Comedy is accepted, but will not be provided by the GM. Stat tiers will not matter for the duration of the speed event. Let's try to keep posts nice and short, maybe average two lines unless you NEED to do more. By joining the speed event, you accept the offer. Describe your dream and entrance upon joining.]
At night, in your dreams, your weaknesses come to light. You are placed in a situation where your greatest fears overtake you, be it losing a loved one, losing yourself, failing at what you thought yourself best at; whatever the fear may be, it was felt to be realized in a nightmare with imagery bordering on realism. No matter how much progress you'd made, you couldn't escape what you truly needed to.
The next day, at a random hour, you were approached by a man in a black suit who described your dream vividly to you. "You weren't good enough," he said. So, he handed you a card and made an offer to make you more powerful, more capable, so that your dream would never become reality. All you needed to do was to call the number on the card and go to the location provided to you.
Would you accept?
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Post by Umbra "Lumiere" Lucani on Mar 26, 2016 20:17:42 GMT -5
[nospaces] i think there's a flaw in my code you're part of a machine, you are not a human being. Umbra was on the way home from a job, angry at herself for performing poorly. Her resolve wasn't entirely intact, having had a nightmare the night before that she just couldn't shake off. A dream where Nero and Bianca were the ones who met her end instead. She watched them die painfully, bleeding out as they begged for her, before the blade was turned on her next. Why she couldn't shake it, she didn't know. It bothered her more than normal.[break][break]
On the way home, she was approached by a man, sharply dressed. Umbra had her guard up, and was ready to just leave when suddenly her dream was described to her in vivid detail. Her eyes widened as she stared at the man, but before she could interrogate him, he was gone. He made her an offer, and she looked at the card she was handed. Muling it over in her head countless times, she would finally decide to call the number, taking a chance to see what this was.[break][break]
"You said you could give me power. I'll take it. Everything you can give me."[break][break]
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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 26, 2016 20:29:29 GMT -5
| i've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar Ira hesitated. As her dreams struck terror and forced her heartbeat to increase drastically, anything with the promise of more power was a bad idea. However, the young girl gripped her phone and dialed the number somewhat impassively, provoked entirely by her curosity and perhaps (even if she would not admit it), her pride.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Mar 26, 2016 20:36:42 GMT -5
Xaier was confused at first, by thr man dressed for a funeral, that approached him and described to him a dream he had the night before. At first he dismissed it, but the more he thought about it, the stronger thw urge to call the number. Eventually his curiosity would break him. He would pull out his phone and dial the number. When he was given a location, he would make his way and let his curiosity get the best of him.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 26, 2016 20:37:10 GMT -5
The serrated knife was in her hands this time. Not Velours. The feeling of the slick blood coating her palms and face was so real it made her feel nauseous. The dream was basically a repeat of the time Vivi's sister tried to murder her in an abandoned building only a few hours before an important family dinner... except this time, Vivi was in Velour's place, and Valentine was the one being attacked. Watching her eyes glass over and become dull as the sightless ones of a statue was bone chilling to say the least. After the deed was done, she was found by Sir. He pressed the cold barrel of his gun to her forehead as she sat against the wall of the dilapidated building.
"Self righteous piece of shit. Out of all my children... you have the least use. Waste of air... Even Valentine did more for the world and her family, and not only was she weak of body, but suffered from mental disorders. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Vivi stayed silent. There was nothing to say at all... So he shot her.
The next day as she walked home from the grocery store, images from her dream the previous night plagued her mind. But things got worse and a man approached her, describing her dream in detail. That was impossible... or it seemed to be. She'd seen a lot of shit the past year so she wasn't exactly in a position to doubt.
Though she tried to convince herself to turn the guy down, she accepted the card. Vivi stood outside her apartment complex and dialed the number, glancing up at the sky as she waited for a response.
"You've got my interest."
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Mar 26, 2016 20:40:00 GMT -5
When Ian was confronted about a dream he'd had the night before as a stranger, his eyes widened and his patriotism intensified. "We can't let the socialists win. Fuck Sanders," he mumbled as he pulled out his phone and dialed the number. He'd be there with no hesitation.
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Post by "Aergia" Sophia Jeong on Mar 26, 2016 21:04:08 GMT -5
Sophia not only had the worst dream imaginable, but had it relayed back to her in perfect detail. Awoken in her dream, the little sloth had been immediately forced into work, thrown into vigorous workouts and activities. Still covered in sweat and her lazy bones ready to collapse, she appeared in school, screamed at to do mountains of homework. The loud badgering prevented her from sleep, and the workload never ended. She could not sleep, relax. It had been awful. Horrific. Nightmarish.
The sheer thought of such happening to her in reality made the teen's stomach churn and, while the thought of doing work to obtain some sort of awesome power that somehow completed all work for her or quite literally zipped the mouths and tied the limps of people was unpleasant, she wasn't really given much option to ask any questions. Instead she simply stared at the card in her hands before giving a shrug. Eh, why the hell not?
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Mar 26, 2016 21:12:49 GMT -5
After calling the number and reaching the building, you black out and your memory becomes hazy. You wake up strapped to an upright lab table in what looks like a cell, and your body aches. Looking around you, you can see five other cells, each with one other person strapped inside. Each cell is illuminated by a single light bulb which hangs from the center of the room, and the only way out was a large iron door near one of the corners. A masked man in a lab coat walked in with a cart, and on this cart was an assortment of syringes with different colored liquids in them. On the bottom of it was a tank with an unreadable label on it. Picking up one of the syringes, the man with the coat flicked the needle and observed the liquid. "You all came here voluntarily," he said to you and those around you. "... to make up for what you lack. Now, tell me, what is it you feel like you need to change about yourselves? Do you want to be stronger? Faster? Smarter? Capable of... flying, or some other quality fit for superheroes?"Umbra "Lumiere" Lucani, Ira Defaire, Xaier McCaine, Vivi Perish, Ian Morei-Moody, "Aergia" Sophia Jeong,
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Post by Umbra "Lumiere" Lucani on Mar 26, 2016 21:16:14 GMT -5
Umbra woke up to find herself strapped to a table, and she began to squirm violently against her strappings, reminded of the torture she had gone through not long ago. Eyes wide, she would look towards the approaching man in shock, seeing the syringes. He posed a most interesting question, but this set-up...
"A hero? Don't make me laugh. I want absolute power to burn this world to the ground." She said as a nervous sweat dripped from her brow.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Mar 26, 2016 21:18:57 GMT -5
As Xaier recieved the location, he would begin to make his way toward the building specified. His mind would wander toward the dream he had. A dream his had regularly since the District. In it, there were always people he felt strongly about, with blurry faces. These people died, no matter how hard he tried he had never successfully saved one.
Deep in though, he had entered the building only to black out. When he came to, he found himself strapped to a table. At first he was a little shocked, he even struggled against the harnesses. However, he settled down shortly after the man in the labcoat arrived and began to speak. Xaier would close his eyes for a moment before he said his piece. "I.. Want to have the strength to save those in need."
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Mar 26, 2016 21:19:25 GMT -5
Ian woke up in a room that felt like it was the physical representation of socialism itself, and squirmed trying to get free. But one quality he needed? Well, he suddenly thought back to dying in New York.
"I don't want to die. Can you make me immortal?"
He ignored the edgy chick who answered before him.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 26, 2016 21:22:07 GMT -5
Vivi opened her eyes and grimaced. Showed up at a shady location after talking to a shady guy and got strapped to a table... go figure. Doing her best to control her racing pulse, she eyed the syringes and other materials. If things got bad, hopefully she could find a way to break out of this thing.
"I don't want to be worthless--" her voice came out raspy, "Just wanna be able to stand with the others..."
She couldn't think straight.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 26, 2016 21:33:33 GMT -5
| i've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar Ira considered this briefly and she remained on the floor, with her head bowed. She stared at the floor and waited, her breathing bated as she contemplated their questions. Their voices were odd, and there were five other victims.
They were the selfish.
No, she was jumping to conclusions at this point. They were the curious; the needy. Her lip curled up in disgust as she felt the urge to destroy the cell and investigate this source, but one thing was egging her on. Despite her wariness of power, she knew that she wanted knowledge--she wanted the knowledge to wreck this world, she wanted the knowledge to rebuild this world, she wanted the knowledge of the stars, of the moons, of everyone's minds.
Finally, she took a small breath and open her eyes.
The scene greeted her, but Ira was anything but shocked at this point. From FEAR to Orochi, it was as though capturing people and making them test subjects became the norm. However, she was nervous, and her right hand clenched.
Chewing on her lips, she paused.
"Give me the power to control time." She said rather cheekily, unaware that it was an entirely inappropriate moment for snark.
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Post by "Aergia" Sophia Jeong on Mar 26, 2016 21:42:06 GMT -5
Opening her eyes, Sophia blinked tiredly before glancing around slowly. Strapped in, white walls, surrounded by others... "Home sweet home?" she murmured questioningly, not a lick of fear upon her expression. It was all too familiar and, oddly for most, comforting. The little sloth half-expected her father to show up, but wasn't particularly disappointed when he didn't.
Everyone's answers were so serious, so heavy, so... well, anti-Aergia. But it wasn't as though the indifferent creature particularly cared she didn't fit in. Arching her back and stretching the best she could given the current circumstances, the dark-haired beauty yawned and replied nonchalantly, "Honestly, I just want to not have to do anything. I mean, if I wanna, sure. But... hours of homework and walking and, well... anything but sleeping is exhausting. And demands are so... tedious. Can people just... not?"
Aergia wasn't even sure if she understood her answer herself. Quite frankly, she just wanted to continue being lazy and only have to do things when she felt like it. Granted, she did that much of the time, but those looks of disapproval, glowers, or shouts from teachers, students, Ku... Sophia simply didn't want to deal with it. Why couldn't they just... do that shit for her or leave her be, to her own devices? Now that... that sounded like the most ideal of worlds~!
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Mar 26, 2016 21:58:57 GMT -5
Without even batting an eye, the man would select and administer the syringe he had that closest matched the description of what you needed. Once administered, the serum within would burn your body, and you would feel as though your nerve endings were being fried off. Only, it didn't stop. The pain would be intense enough that you would, once again, black out. Upon recovering, this time, you and the other five would all wake up in a 10 yard square, stone room, free of restraints. There would be one door on either end, with large mirrors on each wall. Random objects laid strewn about, such as bricks and stones and blades, but for the most part the room was wide open. Your body would no longer burn, and you would feel... different. For Umbra: Your blood would burn hot, as you would be granted the ability to control fire. For Xaier: You could not protect enough people as one, but as two you could do much more. You would be granted the ability to duplicate yourelf, but only once at a time. For Ian: Death would never again become acquainted with you. You gained accelerated healing, and the possibility of recovering from even the most deadly of wounds. For Vivi: Your worth exceeds what you may have thought feasible, allowing you to stand beside the others as their shield. You gain the ability to turn your body into steel, while not inhibiting your dexterity. For Ira: Time bends to your will, though not in a way that is easily noticed. You gain enhanced perception, the ability to see anything and everything as it is happening around you, and enhanced reflexes to act accordingly. For Aergia: You must never lift a finger again. With a thought alone, you are capable of accomplishing nearly anything. You gain telekinesis, capable of lifting multiple objects up to 1/4 your weight with ease. "Your gifts," you would hear over a PA system you could not see. "They will be tested, here and now. The last one standing receives even greater gifts, and the rest who we deem worthy will be everything they dream of."//Treat this as a statless fight with everyone on a higher playing field due to the abilities. Umbra "Lumiere" Lucani, Ira Defaire, Xaier McCaine, Vivi Perish, Ian Morei-Moody, "Aergia" Sophia Jeong
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