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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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Hard-Knock Days [ School Captain Challenge ]
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❝ Iconoclast ❞
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Post by Ira Defaire on Apr 28, 2016 8:53:46 GMT -5
FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER ❝ It would be thought of a fool should someone imagine a dark hair female vying for the power of the position that wield the most influence in the school. Ira acknowledged the huge difference marking her individuality from her predecessors; she wasn't interested in 'saving' others or 'protecting' others. To her, students were side characters of humanity that she would regard no more than the blade of grass she tread beneath her foot as she walked towards the school captain office.
She wasn't an impressive Zoe that stood tall and extremely formidable, nor the Shugo that rambled on endlessly about responsibilities that made Ira more than just slightly tempted to slap him right across the face, merely based off what she heard about him. As far as she was concerned, she didn't need to be heroic in any sense; heroism is a concept that thoroughly blinds people. She became the first pillar because a pillar has more freedom than anyone else could claim. She could do as she wished, as long as she went undetected, and challenging for the School Captain title merely adds to the appeal of having pillarship.
Raising a finger and pushing the door open with one finger, she raised an eyebrow at Macht Starke, unwilling to give him even one second of retaliation before she threw a bolt of fire at him with full force, followed thereafter by a soda can as her ring glinted in the light that entered his office through the windows.
"That seat is mine." She told him rather nonchalantly, as she pointed at the seat of the school captain.
- Fire: 187
- Soda can: 225
- Ring of the Bog AND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM. |
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Apr 28, 2016 9:04:49 GMT -5
To say Macht was expecting Ira to visit today would have been a lie. To say he was expecting her to challenge for his title today would have been laughable at the absolute best. As far as he'd known, she didn't want the responsibility, and found the reasons for having it were outweighed by the reasons to not have it. Of course, because of this, when she walked into his office he was quite surprised. Happy, even. Of course, that was until a bolt of fire flew across the room and struck him.
Having no time to react, Macht was flung back from his seat and slammed into the wall harshly. It was heavy, and the soda can that followed it would have destroyed him had his body not naturally hardened as a response to Ira's random onslaught. Once the soda can hit him, the wall would crack heavily behind its force and the mass of his body slamming against it.
"What the fuck?!" he'd shout, panting. It'd been a long time since he felt legitimate pain. Still, he figured Ira wanted a fight - this was a challenge, after all - so his arm revved up and he fired straight at her. His body mass ripped through the desk as he flew toward her at blinding speeds, aiming center-mass to smash into her stomach.
//Behemoth Ring: Absorb 1/2 of an attack and add it to your Con once per 15 Int. 1/4 used.
187/2 = 93, 135+93=228 for soda can
Piston Punch: +30 Str -20 Dex, move at Str speed for one punch once per 15 Int. 1/4 used.
Str: 167 Dex: 20 for punch.
Reaver's Aptitude: +40 Int -20 Wis once per 20 Int. 1/3 used.
Int: 100 Wis: 10
Stacks:
Reaver's Tattoo: Absorb 1/2 force of three attacks up to Int.
Stack One: 187/2=93.5
Stack Two: 225/2=100
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Post by Ira Defaire on Apr 30, 2016 8:25:09 GMT -5
FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER ❝ She did anticipate his upcoming punch, but Ira's eyes widened slightly when she witnessed the stretching of his metal arm. She took a gander and presumed that his arm could do quite a number of things, but reality caused the experience differ quite widely.
Insolence.
Upon Ira's arrival in the bizarre school, her goal was to crush everyone under her foot, but a humble part of her -a shockingly small part- knew that it would be immensely difficult to do so. Tasting just a little of the danger everyone went through... well, no one could blame her for being addicted, just a little, to the feeling of an impending death.
Her lips twitched into a nervous smile that she crushed ruthlessly, unwilling to expose any signs of feelings while she responded to Macht's punch by launching another soda can at his gut and taking a few steps to her right. She never claimed to not be subversive; and deviating from the norm equates to the lack of fear when facing the person that had a reputation for the most monstrous person in school.
Her bangs flew slightly across her sweat-slicked forehead while she grimaced at his pure strength. She might have underestimated him a little, she thought, as she stamped onto the floor. Circles of ivory light radiated on the floor, each ring's size exceeding that of their predecessors. The rings were flying ruthlessly on the floor, but they were merely light; nothing of true damage. The rings would extend to the parameters of the room effortlessly.
Ira's lips finally adopted a sardonic smile as the delicate silver ring on her finger emitted a painful glow, while a soft light became attached to her entire body.
"Use that strength to build yourself a coffin, bad-boy." She taunted. AND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM. - Soda Can : 225 dmg
- Priming AOE (T5)
- Barrier : 187.5
- Ring of the Bog
- Macht Stärke
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Apr 30, 2016 12:06:51 GMT -5
 The sound of a someone shouting followed by a loud crash against the wall catching the attention of the Third Pillar, the door to his dormitory room would open, as Kazuya would step out, wearing just a pair of long shorts and a towel hanging around his neck, as water ran down his bare chest. ... What, he had been washing his face, what did you expect? Closing the door behind him, he would see Ira fighting against Macht, which could mean only one of two things: Either they decided the Pillar Office was the best place to spar, or she was challenging him for his title of School Captain.
Though he was more inclined to believe it was the latter. Drying his face with his towel with one hand, he would wave his other hand back and forth lazily, leaning backwards against the door of his room.
"You may begin, don't kill each other, don't destroy our rooms, etcetera, etcetera."
He was well aware neither of them would probably hear or listen to what he said. This could very well be the fight to end all fights... or could go horribly wrong. |
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on May 6, 2016 0:10:09 GMT -5
The next soda can threw him off course and kept him from following after Ira, which then caused his massive metal fist to crash through the wall. He coughed up a small amount of blood - it stained his teeth - and felt Ira's familiar energy pulsating within his own palm. She wanted a fight, it seemed, so she was going to get the fight of her life. Macht had hundreds of tricks up his sleeve that no one - not even Ira - knew of.
After Macht made contact with the wall, his eyes would glow for a brief moment before a wave of energy rippled out from his body, smashing into Ira and destroying what was left of the wall that previously held his hand. Prying it free, he whipped around and flicked his left wrist in her direction, sending a soda can much like her own flying toward wherever she might land. His left hand, meanwhile, pried the nearby door off its hinges and prepped it for use as a shield.
So far, Macht hadn't even noticed Kazuya.
//Reaver Aptitude: +40 Int -20 Wis 2/3
Wis: 10 Int: 100
Reaver Tattoo: 93+100+100 1/3
Str: 300 AoE
Riot Core Vest: 1/4
- Soda Can: 150 str, 75 str splash
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