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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 29, 2016 21:47:10 GMT -5
[OoC: This is an EASY-MODE event. No post order. One post per round. Rounds will move on every 36-48 hours. If you're unsure of anything, PM this account.] 
7:00 AM, Monday morning. The monorail had just left San Francisco and was heading to Island #552. The students still had roughly thirty minutes to get on the island and do whatever they wanted before class started, only the monorail wasn't completely filled with students. Ling Liqiu, otherwise known as Prototype III, had also boarded the monorail, and made her way onto the campus, blending in with the student body entirely. She stuck to crowds, and eventually made her way into the University, because they didn't take roll-call there. Most of the time, anyway. So far, so good. She was blending in. Only, this wasn't her only goal. She was also meeting with a contact.
8:30 AM, Monday morning. First period had just ended, and Liqiu was back to blending in with the crowds as best she could. A young woman in a sleeveless, hooded vest with a strange code-like tattoo on her right arm was making her way across campus with a briefcase in hand. The monorail had just reached the island a second time for any late-start students, and as it did, a large group of men in black suits made their way off of it and began to move through the crowds, toward the school. The moment they did, the hooded girl turned on her heel and made her way to the courtyard.
Hiding her briefcase tightly against her chest, Liqiu sat at the fountain and faced away from the men, and hoped against hope they would not approach her. Here, there was nowhere to run. Unfortunately for her, however, one man noticed her rather quickly, and he pulled a gun from the inside pocket of his suit coat. Lining up a shot, he pulled the trigger, and a bright bullet of Qi energy shot out at the girl. With her heightened reflexes, she dodged it easily, but it collided with the fountain, forming an instant hole at the point of impact.
The sound of the gunshot caused students to panic and run about in fear, while these men in suits brandished their Qi guns and began to move on Liqiu.
There was nowhere to run, but Liqiu hoped she wouldn't have to.
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Post by 'Drez' on Mar 29, 2016 22:06:47 GMT -5
This day had seemed like any other bullshit day to Badyn. Once again he had left his classroom and this time he had planned to walk the school grounds in hopes of possibly finding another 'target' in which he could have his own sick fun with. Unfortunately though, it seemed there were slim pickings this day. Most people were probably in class, but he didn't mind waiting.
However his eyes picked up the form of a woman sitting upon the fountain not too far away. ..Pretty, pretty.. Pretty dead soon.. Eheheh. She will do.. Drez would walk by her, no emotion on his face while that deep violet eye remained locked upon her as he passed, moving toward the mono-rail station. "H-h.. Heheh.." The large male would take his eyes off the girl for a moment to look ahead, just in time to see a bunch of black suited men leave the rail cart. He would pause, staring at them for a moment before he watched one raise his gun. The yellow qi bullet would zip by the right side of his shoulder as it was sent toward the girl at the fountain.
A jerky look backwards, he would see the damage done to the fountain. Throwing his head forward again, he would begin to slowly walk toward the men in black with little hesitation. With heavy foot falls, he would step into a lumbering run and attempt to grab the closest one by the head, before kicking him in the stomach and following up with a knee to the face.
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Post by Sol Ransley on Mar 29, 2016 22:50:19 GMT -5
 And just when Sol thought it was going to be the same shit, different day. After getting off the monorail early in the morning, to attend his morning class, once that was over, making his way across the university campus, he paid little mind to the young woman sitting at the fountain... that is, until he noticed from the corner of his eye, a group of men in black suits exiting the monorail station, which had pulled in not too long ago. His gaze settling on the men from behind his sunglasses as they made their way towards the school, he would raise his eyebrows as he noticed one of the men pull out a firearm... and fire it on the girl that had been sitting at the fountain.
The sound of the gunshot ringing out causing the students to panic more than the actual bullet itself, which curiously, was bright in color, the young woman managed to avoid the shot, though it did leave a massive hole in the fountain. They say art can be anything, but this was not one of those cases. While the other students ran away in fear, Sol on the other hand, would push forward, wadding through the crowd, occasionally shoving one or two students aside as they got in his way. Okay, maybe it was more than two. Regardless, he would tail the group of men as they closed in on the young woman, and while one massive, hulking man with red hair attempted to pummel one of the men, Sol would take a less physical heavy, but by no means, less efficient method of dispatching one of the men. Quickly but quietly coming up from behind one of the men, Sol would aim a swift strike for the man's elbow, before quickly following up with a strike to the back of his neck, just at the top of his spine.
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Post by `Alvari on Mar 30, 2016 2:33:04 GMT -5
 He just couldn't mind his fucking business, could he?
Right before all of this nonsense occurred, Kevin waded through a sea of students passing to and fro, all of them with a destination in mind. He had a first period algebra class that he was doing outstandingly sub-par in and could do without running late. Kevin learned from the last time he missed the opening bell that taking a protractor to his knuckles from his teacher was unpleasant. Do you want to know what else is unpleasant? Dodging gunfire!
Kevin hadn't even noticed the black suits advancing on the young woman until it was almost too late, brandishing guns and firing with intent to LITERALLY put a hole in someone. There were a few moments where Kevin followed the flow of the crowd that dispersed for fear of their lives. Kevin was a knucklehead, but he knew that you don't bring knives to gunfights. Unfortunately, Kevin didn't even have a knife. However...he knew that he wouldn't be able to sit right if he didn't get involved. As always in these situations, his mind recounted similar instances. More recently was the back alley brawl with himself and Bel after that sick bastard stabbed and assaulted some woman going for a jog. Kevin fought Bel, but didn't do his best to actually save the victim. Further back was the incident that got him locked up---he saw all of the thugs he ran with proceed to maul a defenseless kid that left him disabled for the rest of his life. Kevin was repeatedly haunted by the memory of that boy, bleeding out of every orifice on his head.
Before even he realized it, Kevin pushed back to the scene. The big guy shoved other students out of the way as he barreled onto the scene. A glance at the shooters gave Kevin the luxury of watching at least two other guys taking them on. He still felt grim about the chances of taking grown men with firearms, but he had an idea. Stepping out of himself for a moment, Kevin ran right up to their target. "Yo!" He shouted, placing a hand on Liqiu's shoulder in an attempt to get her attention. "I can try and cover ya, but we GOTTA get the fuck outta here!" Sure, Kevin. Outrun energy-infused gunfire with no immediate cover. The thought was asanine...
...but was it impossible? "C'mon!" Kevin placed himself in between Liqiu and her assailants' sights. If they got fired on, they'd have to pop him first.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Mar 30, 2016 10:25:27 GMT -5
 | i've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar There was a certain charm in warm coffees and toast that made Ira grudgingly accepting of mornings. 552 was nothing if not alive; people buzzing about, blithely skipping class, remaining ignorant about their future as they sought to live, and only live, in the present. Ira strolled past the university, her eyes resting on many things; the girl that looked like a cat just slept on her head, the male that looked like he enjoyed knitting, and the men that seemed to derive their way of dressing from every single James Bond movie ever made. Heading towards the fountain to further examine it's beauty, Ira twitched and skittered away from the pretty thing when it possessed hole made from a gun-shot. Her pupils dilated and her muscles tensed up; ready to fight.Her eyes narrowed on the men, but her attention expanded and became crystal clear the moment she saw Liqiu. She knew the girl, or at the very least, someone that looked similar to her. Their last encounter was brief and entangled with deception, but seeing her once more brought an unpleasant taste in Ira's mouth.For now, she would be docile; assuming if her definition of docile was universally seen as such.Silver mist coalesced around her while she changed. Ira Defaire shed herself, like a snake rising after it shed it's old skin for the sake of a newer one. She turned into a blonde woman, with a significantly bigger bust than the one she originally had. Her eyes turned a cerulean blue rapidly, and her lips curved up into a mocking smile. Raising a hand, she pointed a finger straight at the men subtly, hiding her malicious intent by staying behind the fountain. However, the rose-gold flower clip laying innocently among her golden hair would gleam harshly in the sun, concealed by her equally bright hair. "Nique ta mere! (fuck your mothers!)" She shouted all of a sudden, drawing as much attention to herself as possible by presenting herself as a vulgar french woman. She snapped her fingers grandly. "Laissez-la tranquille. (Leave her alone)' Ira ordered as she stride towards the men, ensuring a careful space of at least five feet between her and them. She was mildly grateful that her scarce knowledge of french swear words came into handy, for all she could really say in swedish was "I don't like pickled fish" and "if you wrap me in furs, you can call me your fluffy pea." A pair of wings slowly began unfurling from her back as she readied herself to escape, should they begin shooting. There was one thing she needed to clarify with herself and her non-existent conscience.She didn't give a single fuck about the girl.On the contrary, her care only extended to curiosity about the girl's actions, for she finally guessed that her actions weren't merely from a lone wolf. A group of someones might be behind this, and that was enough for Ira to decide that she would, and she could beat the truth out of the girl after she take on the men. The reason was simple--the girl was one, the men were many. It was also easier coaxing the truth out of the girl if she presented herself as a gentlemanl- er, womanly heroine first by saving Liqiu's sorry ass. The girl was either from Vietnam, Taiwan, Japan, Korea or China. Sizing up the possibilities, Ira began with a language that pained her to speak, for she associated it with unpleasant memories, and buried it in grief and spite a long while ago. It was the most common language in the world, and she detested it so badly, it burned her tongue to be speaking it. However, the men would not know; they did not look asian to Ira. “如果我帮助你，你会告诉我你的目标吗？” (Will you tell me what your goal is, if I help you?) Ira's eyes meeting the men as she wield a poker face. She was ready to leave, if she wanted to, and that was all on Liqiu's shoulders. Ira paused.
”不然，我也可以先杀了你。"
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 30, 2016 16:40:31 GMT -5
LAY STILL LIKE THE DEAD
❝ First period had just ended, and Vivi made her way out into the courtyard with her back pack slung over her shoulders. The new school had actually been pretty nice and peaceful lately. Since coming to San Fransisco she hadn’t seen any terrorists or gang action and… well, she was starting to feel like a regular old high schooler. It was nice. Brushing her purple hair from her eyes, she glanced around for someone she might know like Valo or Christa—but unfortunately she didn’t recognize anyone past a general familiarity. Too bad she was too much of a loser to go try to meet new people. Setting her back pack down on one of the benches, she rummaged through her things to find her phone. A moment later and there was a loud blast. Vivi whipped around to see a hole had been put through the fountain, and somehow men with black suits and guns had managed to get into the school. They were after a young woman, too. Oh, the irony. Here she was thinking about how peaceful things had been, but nope. An irritated look came over the girl’s features and she perched on the bench, waiting to see what would happen next.
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Post by Orion Smith on Mar 30, 2016 18:49:53 GMT -5
Orion rolled his neck, sighing as he stepped off the monorail. He had decided last minute to skip classes today: as a university student, his professors did not much care so long as he turned in his work on time, meaning he had far more free time than most students attending the high school. He grew bored quickly of just sitting around at home, however, so he figured that he may as well go wander the campus, maybe talk to a few of the professors he didn't have, as they seemed likable enough. Plus, it never hurt to gather information on a place whenever he had time. He had left his school bag at home, carrying with him instead his utility bag: that is, his backpack with tools, miscellaneous health care products, survival gear, and duct tape. He excused it away as helping the janitorial staff with repairs in his free time; it was true, after all. At least for the tools and duct tape. Everything else was him admitting to a mild bit of paranoia, so he prepared accordingly in case he was forced to live away from the city for a time. As he stepped off, he took a quick analysis of his surroundings.
Nothing out of the ordinary... Except for the large group of men in suits directly in front him. How the hell had he zoned out on the way here so much that he hadn't noticed them? I'm getting rusty, that's really irritating to realize. Orion mentally scolded himself as he carefully delved around in his pocket for one his two self-defense devices he tended to keep on him. And then they pulled out guns.
Fuck, are you kidding me? Please tell me they're not...
Orion watched as one of them shot at a student (not a normal bullet, Orion was aware of QI projectiles but he had yet to see a weapon that actually fired one. He made a note to acquire one of those when he had a moment) who dodged it with apparent ease. Damn good reflexes on this one, it seemed. Orion's other hand immediately went into his pocket as he carefully maneuvered so as to not be pushed back by the panicked crowd. He was intrigued by the equipment on display, and the fact it was being used to hunt one specific student. This type of situation felt... familiar.
Everywhere he looked, no matter the place, no matter the time, those with obvious signs of undergoing experimentation by Barker or anyone else were mistreated or hunted for who they were or what they promised.
Gah, damnit. Focus. Get lost in memories later!
Orion withdrew from his pockets an air horn and a can of pepper spray, but he made no move to use them. He calmly held back behind the group of men, watching as two students (they looked VERY familiar) assualted the group of suits from in front. After them appeared a woman of some power, somehow possessing wings and speaking in a language that Orion was completely unfamiliar with. He would withhold his action for now; he wanted at least one or two of those guns for personal use or study, so if things swung in the right direction he would make his move. Until then he would wait and see what the major players would do.
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Post by Shoji Wakeshima on Mar 31, 2016 2:29:18 GMT -5
One didn't have to always show up to your morning class when you were sleeping with the teacher. Tongue skilled with words and pleasure, Shoji slept in after a good, long night of romping with no repercussions; it was the least she felt she could do, considering. Making her bed and gathering his things, the young man left his literature teacher's home.
Dressed for second period, gym class, where he was able to continue his studies in kendo (the only excusable reason for his carrying a weapon onto school grounds, only after it had been checked in quadruply), Shoji stood on the monorail, one hand holding an upper bar and the other leaning against his bokuto. For such an observant creature, it was difficult for him not to notice the men in suits, with whom he watched curiously from his peripheral vision. They certainly were not apart of the school, and he couldn't help but wonder about their presence. The air they gave off would have been disconcerting if the Japanese man wasn't so confident in his own abilities. Plus... it was incredibly doubtful they wanted anything to do with him, so there was no point in being concerned. Nevertheless, he internally decided it would be wise to keep an eye out for them, just in case.
Of course, Shoji went on his merry way when the monorail came to a stop, giving his ID and being carefully accepted. It wasn't long before he made his way onto the courtyard, where he had every intention to directly head to his physical education course... that is, until his crimson eyes caught sight of the lovely Ira. A couple of the women were familiar, including Vivi from some time ago, but most were not. Beyond the briefest of glances, he scarcely noticed the short-haired Asian woman at the fountain, immediately stride sweeping to meet with Ira. After so many interruptions before, perhaps now would be the perfect chance to 'cozy up' to the beauty. He prepared a charming smile filled with warmth and was just raising his hand to wave and about to give a greeting, yet those very men who had captured his attention earlier caused quite the scene, resulting in havoc. Instead of being particularly concerned about the gun and qi bullets and the possibility of injury or death, Shoji's eyes narrowed and his brow twitched in annoyance. Was everything out to be a damn cockblock when it came to this woman?! For fuck's sake!
While certainly capable of fighting and relishing conflict, Shoji hardly saw the point in attacking the men unless necessary, where it could be proven without a doubt it was defense; he did not want to draw undue attention to himself considering his nature and engaging in violence out in the open would surely do that. And so he hung back, bokuto at the ready.
The man's gaze immediately determined the men's target and, beyond her attractiveness, he had no real interest in her, instead glancing over at Ira, whom had been his own target. And his eyes widened at her transformation. He had heard of abilities, certainly, but to witness them was another thing altogether. And at the different languages she spoke, with which he understood (for the most part), considering his connections and history, and, more specifically, just at what she said, a smirk crept upon his lips. Oh, this one was more than meets the eye and far more than a pretty face. There was a darkness there he not only appreciated but found rather... delightful. He had been right to hone his sights on her.
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Apr 2, 2016 14:37:10 GMT -5
Levi watched as the men walked past him, unsure of what they could want on campus, but he was certain it meant trouble, it always did. Whenever a new group came around, it nearly always spelled trouble and it was a pattern Levi had gradually begun to recognize during his years at 552. He smirked and shook his head as he kept his eye on the men while they made their way through the crowds.
Never a dull moment, even in San Fran...
The men had made a little distance form Levi before his eyes widened as the man pulled his gun and fired what was clearly not a normal bullet. His eyes traced the part of the bullet's path he could follow and spotted the intended target, noting the damage it did to the fountain.
Yeah, definitely not normal!
He charged immediately from behind the group as the crowd scattered. If he reached the attacker, he would quickly make a grab for the man's gun hand and, if he managed to grab it, torque it to force the man to release the weapon as he punched the man in the face with his other hand. He didn't know who these guys were, but bounty hunting was not something he was going to allow.
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Apr 6, 2016 0:15:33 GMT -5
[OoC: Apologies for the delay. It will move much more quickly from here-on-out.]
So many events unfolded so quickly, and Liqiu's eyes caught all of it. The boy who'd run up to help her, the winged Apostle from the District, and the three who directly attacked her assailants, all of their features were immediately engraved within her mind. It was a lot to take in, and before she could even respond to Kevin, she found herself being confronted about her goals and was lost to the sea of voices. Her concentration was broken, and every sound within the island suddenly amplified, causing the girl to be taken aback. For the moment, she was incapable of responding to anyone, and simply stood where she was, clutching her head with one hand and tightly clinging to the briefcase with the other.
Drez's assault would break the first man he encountered, though he would quickly find two others grab him by the arms and pull him back. A third would throw a haymaker for his solar plexus.
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Sol's assault was just as effective as Drez', and he would be able to see his attacker charging him head-on. The man looked to tackle Sol at the waist and lift him into the air, before slamming him down into the ground as hard as possible.
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Levi's assault on the gunman would not go as well as he'd hoped! Though he managed to grip the man's forearm, it seemed his hold on the gun was like iron, and he would not drop it. He took the hit to his face calmly, reeling back but showing no signs of pain, even as his nose was broken. Forcefully, he would twist his forearm into a favorable position and shoot a Qi bullet at Levi's abdomen that would propel him backward. In the event Levi's grip remained, the man would pull his arm back, ripping through the fabric but otherwise remaining exactly where he was.
Str: 80 Dex: 40 Con: 90 Wis: 30 Int: 100
Qi bullet does full Int damage, does not pierce organics.
Ira's outburst, before Liqiu could answer, would garner the attention of a specific male who emerged from the crowd. Unlike the others, he could see through her illusion. She would recognize him, though his likeness was not the one that would come to mind. No, it was his brother's, a man she helped slay, and he knew her face well. It was engraved within his memory.
["The China-woman belongs to us,"] he spoke in slurred, drawn-out Japanese as he approached with a slouch. ["Forget her goal, forget killing her. Step away now, and we'll be out of your hair. She just has something that belongs to me."] He bore no weapons, at least none that were evident. Were he anything like his brother, however, his tattoos would need to be something she kept her eyes on.
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The gunman would ignore Ira as one of his peers handled her. He took the moment Levi was away to aim past her and fire at Liqiu once more. The girl's eyes widened before she shot her right fist outward. The Qi bullet exploded, and the energy began to form around her arm. In moments, it took on the form of a large black ice gauntlet with a blade from the elbow to two feet past the hand. ["Enough!"] she roared in Chinese. Suddenly, the briefcase would be surrounded by a cylinder of light before it thinned out and entered what appeared to be a vortex within her palm. Her eyes shot to Kevin, and from that same vortex she would shoot a beam of energy at his chest. Upon being hit by it, he would hear something no one else did, as if it was within his mind. Only, it would sound like Liqiu's voice. "This power won't last for long. Please, you must help me defeat these men. They will overwhelm me on my own, and running is no longer an option."
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Post by Orion Smith on Apr 6, 2016 21:24:24 GMT -5
Ze MusicOrion kept himself from making any expression as he watched events unfold. One of the men spoke a different language, probably the leader, while the others efficiently dealt with their attacks. Orion's eyes did widen slightly at the sight of the woman converting a QI bullet into some kind of weapon, and then empowering... huh, it's the hero from the alley. Well, Orion supposed he had left a bad impression on him, but perhaps not so bad he'd be attacked on sight, especially with what he was about to do. Orion wanted that gun. It was intriguing, and seemed incredibly useful. However, the man had taken a blow to the face from someone who was easily Orion's better. That's all right: not the first time Orion's been horrifically outmatched. Not the last. And this time, he had tools to help deal with it. Namely, the air horn in his left hand, the pepper spray in his right, and the random array of objects in his overstuffed backpack. Last time, I gouged out a man's eyes. This time... probably worse.It seemed that no one had taken notice of him. That was a good thing. With all of their attention on the woman they were hunting and those who were interfering, it gave Orion time. Only a little bit, but hopefully enough. He would rush forward from his position behind the suited men, out of their sight, and leap at the gunman, hoping to wrap his legs around him to give a semi-secure grip. His left hand slammed the horn part of the air horn into the man's left ear as he leapt, immediately depressing the nozzle and unleashing the incredibly loud sound RIGHT NEXT TO HIS EAR. Orion's right hand, at the same as his left arm was moving, would swing around to bring the pepper spray directly in front of the man's face, and a split second after he used the air horn, he would use the pepper spray to blast him in the eyes, nose, and possibly open mouth, depending on if the man was screaming in pain or not from having his inner ear ruptured from, you know, the fucking air horn. Maybe. If however he was interrupted in his unforeseen rush by any of the other suited men, he would either blast them in the face with the pepper spray or fire off the air horn as close to their head as he could. Because martial arts? Delinquent brawling? QI and QI technology? Please. Meet the power of modern self-defense and human ingenuity... And the one guy dirty enough to carry these tools on him and use them in the middle of a brawl. ((... Probably not his wisest move, but he has done something similar against The Joker. I know you remember that fight. HOPEFULLY he'll do more than gouge out an eye. Yay for being unnoticed and waiting before making a move?))
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Post by 'Drez' on Apr 6, 2016 22:19:33 GMT -5
Drez's initial victim waa downed quickly. He had intended on following up by stomping his face into the pavent, but would be swarmes before he coild. Two men would grab at each of his arms, while the third punched him in the chest. Drez wouldn't even attempt to try and stop it. Instead he ate the haymaker, his lungs holding in air, despite the blow. Drez would tilt his head toward the left. Strentching his neck at an angle before he would attempt to throw his body weight forward against the men holding his arms.
His goal was simple, extend himself as far forward as he could and attempt to litterally sink his teeth into the throat of the man who had just hit him. If he managed to bite down, he would twist his head the other way and yank backwards. With luck, he would bite this fucker's jugular out, before spitting it into the face of the man at his left.
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Post by `Alvari on Apr 7, 2016 11:34:11 GMT -5
I'm not sure if this is what Chief Keef meant by glo'ing up.
While Kevin was busy putting his fear of women to the side to rescue Liqiu, a number of others came to fight for their own reasons. In Kevin's eyes, it made the option of getting the fuck out of here that much easier. Kevin didn't run away from fights---he ran away from gunfire. However, things took a turn for the worse as more goons ran up, more bullets went flying and a man emerged from the crowd that oddly resembled that Kanu kid he'd seen once or twice. His eyes narrowed to examine the guy just to make sure it wasn't him. Sorry, I had to point it out. In any case, the guy registered in Kevin's brain as bad vibes---the tattoos, his approach and the simple fact that not one of these hired guns aimed toward him made Kevin more than a little uneasy.
All that was cut short when a bullet went flying his way.
He just barely caught sight of it as it came their way, knowing full well that he wouldn't be fast enough to react if he happened to be in the line of fire. Liqiu could, though. Kevin could only watch in amazement as the woman stopped the projectile and saved herself (potentially him too). "Aw, shit!" Kevin exclaimed. That explains it. I feel like I just stepped into some movie about a science experiment that broke loose. Hazel eyes glanced between the attackers and Liqiu herself. This was definitely bigger than him...but he couldn't just abandon the girl now. He steeled his resolve, but was caught off guard when he noticed his not-quite-a-damsel-in-distress aim at him. "Woah, waitwaitwai---" Kevin put his hands out in front of him just before he got blasted.
He blinked a couple of times when nothing happened that he could see, but something spoke to him in his head, the voice causing Kevin to look up from himself at the girl at the center of all of this. Wait...what's goin' on? I... Then he felt it. Whatever she shot into him kicked in and made him blink a few times in shock. This power was tremendous and almost overwhelming, but Kevin didn't take long to figure out what to do with it. "Yeah...yeah, I understand." Kevin's voice shook as he spoke, but the boon he just recieved helped to calm his nerves. He raised both arms and bent them at the elbows, assuming his stance---stepping back on the left leg, planting his feet to the ground, pointing his elbows out and balling his fists white-knuckle tight. He stood in front of Liqiu, giving a clear indication that anybody who wanted her needed to go through him to do it.
"It's fuckin' go time. She ain't goin' nowhere."
STR: 95
DEX: 70
CON: 65
WIS: 80
INT: 40
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Post by Sol Ransley on Apr 7, 2016 16:53:27 GMT -5
His eyes narrowing beneath his dark sunglasses as he would carefully watch his attacker charge at him head-on, Sol would crouch down slightly, waiting until the man was just within striking range, before quickly stepping to his right, to avoid the tackle. As he did so, he would stick his left leg out, aiming to try and trip the man and have him eat dirt, before quickly turning around and move towards the man. If the man ended up on the ground, dropping down beside the man, perpendicular to him, Sol would reach out and attempt to grab a fistful of hair, before lifting the man's head up and slam his face into the ground once, twice, three times.
While he did so, he would keep an eye out for any more of the men that tried to bum-rush or sneak up on him, prepared to attack once he was done with his first victim. |
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