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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 Aaron Hollows on Oct 12, 2015 17:21:25 GMT -5
Aaron looked down at the hands on his ankles, his legs being jerked out from under him. His back smashed into the ground, more cracks erupting, yet he kept his eyes on her. He felt slightly winded, but didn't need to adjust what she was doing. His left hand extended out to the left slammed down, fingers in a claw as they would crush into the ground and give him a handhold. As she jumped he pulled his body just a little to the left as her feet would hit the ground.
Assuming he grabbed her, he would grin.
Pulling hard, he intended to jerk her off her feet, Aaron scrambling up and still hopefully holding on to her leg just above the ankle. He would attempt to lift her body and smash it repeatedly into the ground, like Hulk to Loki. If it worked, he would smash her into the ground a final, third time, before he would try and stomp on her sternum with his right leg.
OOC: Activating LG Tattoo. +10 Strength. New Stats:
Strength: 60
Dex: 50
Con: 105
Wis: 30
Int: 40
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Post by Vivi Perish on Oct 12, 2015 17:37:59 GMT -5
dead star shine, light up the sky
| I'm all out of breath, my walls are closing in
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Somehow, Aaron had avoided the stomp and she landed on the ground. Her gaze quickly shifted to has hand as he reached out to grab her ankle and her heart immediately sped up. No way was he letting him grab her leg. When she fought a big person and they got a hold of her legs, that had neeeever gone well.
She let out an audible yelp and she leaped backwards a considerable distance—say five or more feet, and tucked her legs in as she did so before landing in a crouching position and skidding backward a few feet. From there she would launch her self forward (assuming he’d still stood up) and try to slam her the forearm with her Blood King’s gauntlet against the side of his knee before dashing past him. She would then leap and push off against the wall with both feet and attempt to strike Aaron in the neck again with her fist—whether it was the throat or the back of the neck all depended on whether he was facing her or not.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Oct 12, 2015 17:44:02 GMT -5
Missing the grab, Aaron grinned. So close. He came to a knee, still grinning. His right knee was on the ground, his left foot was up and planted, propping him. He brought up both hands in an X, crossing them while trying to keep his eyes on the blur that was the Third Pillar. He would speak to her as she attacked him (assuming the leg strike never happened, since he was now taking a knee), waiting for the next strike to come. " Boy, you're way stronger than Shugo. You should take his spot." OOC: Due to his change in posture, I figured it might change your path of attack, so I didn't respond to the neck strike just yet  |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Oct 12, 2015 18:06:34 GMT -5
dead star shine, light up the sky
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Ohp—seemed she’d been a little to hasty. Vivi went barreling past him and aborted the knee strike when she saw he wasn’t going to stand up completely, but still came up to the wall as originally planned. She would still jump and push off against it with both legs, but adjusted so that she’d come flying at him low enough to where she could still strike.
Vivi would attempt to slam her gauntlet clad forearm into the side of his neck, before kicking off of him and landing in a roll a few yards away. She scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding and adrenaline causing her to shake ever so slightly. At his words, she paused for a moment.
“...I’m the weakest Pillar,” she insisted, "Speed's all I got going for me."
ooc: I was a bit confused, I hope this is okay!
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Oct 12, 2015 18:29:30 GMT -5
OOC: This is perfect!
Aaron would turn as the blur rushed past him. She ran up the wall and jumped. Now, thing about taking to the air or using a wall to push off? You get power, but it kills that momentum. So while she'd be airborn, She would no longer be a blur of speed as her speed wouldn't contribute to how her gravity affected her weight and mass while flying. Not to mention, when you jumped into the air you had nothing that could affect change in your course of flight. You were committed to the attack.
Aaron would aim to reach out and grab the front of her shirt with both hands, turn and slam her into the ground, likely shredding her shirt a bit assuming it wasn't tight and compact as he didn't intend to let go of her again. He would move into the mount position, straddling her waist....where he would begin to rain down blows.
Assuming all this went through, of course.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Oct 12, 2015 19:39:41 GMT -5
dead star shine, light up the sky
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Vivi had hoped her pure leg strength would propel her at a considerable velocity but the man somehow managed to grab onto her as she attempted to strike him. He latched onto her shirt and she was slammed onto the ground. And to her never ending embarrassment, from being swung around by her clothing at such a force, the front of her shirt tore quite a bit exposing some of her bra and mid-riff.
She let out a grunt as she hit the ground and a sense of panic set in when he mounted her. This was a really REALLY bad position in a fight—how did she let herself get here? The violet haired girl did her best to swat away his blows by striking them off course or just catching them on the hard part of her palm. When she saw the chance, Vivi would hold on tight to one of his arms and move her foot to trap the leg on the same side. By doing so, she’d taken away both ‘kick stands’ on that side, leaving him with nothing to catch himself with when she rolled him that way (besides his other arm, but you’d have to be pretty fast to move yourself to be able to do that). Vivi would buck her hips and roll him to the side onto his back, where she’d quickly stand up before she could get trapped in his guard--
--And try to aim a stomp for deez nutz.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Oct 12, 2015 20:26:25 GMT -5
She would block his left fist, and he could tell he probably wouldn't hit her like this. So when he threw down his right fist and she caught it (assuming she did), he would explode in force and magnitude, his own shirt shredding as his repulser would activate on impact, aiming to slam into her fist and either smash through it and into her face, or take it down with his arm to smash into her face.
At the same time, a concussive blast of red electricity would hit her, course through her body and up his, the thankfully tasteful teacher keeping his eyes off the exposed chest and stomach. He would fly off her after, laying on the ground jerking from the jolts and laughing at the same time.
"Gods! If everyone fought for keeps like you!"
Assuming all this went through, of course.
OOC: Repulser cannon - Every post it goes unused, it stores energy equal to 1/4 his INT for a maximum of 10 posts. It can then be blasted outward with a red energy like explosion equal to total INT stored via a punch. He has 5 posts after full energy storage to post before it short circuits and explodes on his shoulder, doing full damage to Aaron. Can be used once per thread. Damage of attack = 100.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Oct 12, 2015 21:03:01 GMT -5
dead star shine, light up the sky | i'm all out of breath, my walls are closing in |
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Vivi would take the hit to the face, but turned her head to the side to avoid having her nose broken, so his fist connected with her cheek. But all of a sudden, a massive wave of red energy wracked her body and sent Aaron flying off of her. The violet haired girl convulsed and let out a piercing yell. For a moment, she laid still, breathing hard. Seconds later, she sat up and coughed a mouthful of blood, the red liquid dripping down her chin and out of her nose. Her whole body ached and screamed with pain, and she didn't know how much longer she could go from here.
But now... now she was pissed.
The heat of her anger boiled in her chest as she stood up. She probably looked like a mess, clothes torn, face covered in blood and hair disheveled, but her expression was cold and focused.
The next moment, before he could move to get up, a ring on her finger gleamed and she tore forward at blinding speeds, hopefully quick enough to where he couldn’t even see her coming.
Once the distance between them was closed she would aim a blindingly quick and powerful punch straight for his nose--probably with enough force to shatter concrete but then again, this guy was like a stone wall.
Returner's Ring: The user can absorb half the blow of 1 attack per 10 int, and add it to the strength of any attack of her choosing.
Str of attack: 100 / 2 = 50
+50 Str
Use 1/4
Emblazoned Markings: For one post per 10 Int, Vivi can gain a burst of +15 Dex in a forward charge. During this charge, Vivi builds up momentum, and any strikes she makes or receives add one counter to this pool. Once all of this item's uses have been exhausted, Vivi gains +1 bonus Dex for each 1 counter for half the posts of the total uses she is allowed of the item.
Use 1/4
Stats for this post:
*Str:40(109) *Dex:40(100) *Con:40(61) *Wis:37(60) *Int:40(45)
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Oct 12, 2015 22:15:29 GMT -5
Now, as he sat up, his resistance proved futile as his eyes glanced down at her torn clothes, exposed midriff and chest. He actually...felt bad for the embarrassment that probably caused. He looked up and studied her face a moment, then smirked, eyes closing as he grinned, cheeks a little red.
"You are beautiful too."
He would cough and sit up, taking off his jacket (His shirt was shredded, but his jacket seemed intact) and would just get it off when her ring flashed, as he would come up to sit straighter one knee on the ground again and the other foot planted. She vanished for him and he would speak calmly.
"Would you like my coa-?"
A fist- no, a fucking sledgehammer slammed into the side of his face before he could finish, his chin chucking up a little the only thin that prevented his nose from taking the full damage. Instead, his body was lifted off it's place on the ground, his coat dropping from his hand and laying at her feet. He saw stars as his body smashed through the wall into a dark room beyond. He hit several desks and chairs, his body skipping off the ground and slamming through another wall, plowing through students and smashing through the wall into the outside before a tree stopped him. His back smashed into that, a loud snap being heard as the trunk of the tree saw a huge crack line up the middle.
His eyes lulled a little, and he shook it. Damn...that was like a Felix level punch. He grinned a bloody smile as a small bruise appeared around the cut that opened under the eye at the cheek bone. It swelled a little, but his steel like bones kept him intact. Pushing himself to his feet He dusted himself off, pain blistering across his face. His arms and body seemed fine despite the wreckage he went through, through his back had a few large splinters in it. He would clear his throat and start walking back through the holes his body made before he would step back into the gym, forearm resting on the opening as he looked over at her, cocking an eyebrow and letting out a heavy sigh. His other hand hung loose at his side, his rather large frame surprisingly unscathed, though covered in dirt.
"Ow."
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Post by Vivi Perish on Oct 13, 2015 17:39:18 GMT -5
Dead star shine, light up the sky | I'm all out of breath, my walls are closing in |
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Vivi’s fist connected with Aaron, and sure enough, he went flying. Not just a few dozen feet either, the guy went smashing through multiple walls, sailing through multiple rooms, and from Vivi’s vantage point it she could even see he went all the way outside. The violet haired girl was still breathing hard with a rather ferocious look on her face and she lifted her arm to wipe some of the blood of her face, but it began to subside and reality set it.
Oh damn.
She just damaged school property. Really bad. And was he even still alive? Did she kill him? Well… she’d deal with that later. Vivi walked over to a bench and flopped down on it to catch her breath. Her whole body was still in pain, it was difficult to breath, and she probably look liked she just survived some kind of disaster with all the blood, her torn clothes, and messy hair.
But man, that last punch had been satisfying in it's own way.
Now that she had time to think, she recalled before she falcon punched him off into the distance he had called her beautiful. That was something she didn't hear often. And had he been blushing a bit...? Vivi glanced down at her exposed chest and let out a sigh of exasperation. This whole thing was humiliating, even punching him through the walls. As a Pillar she shouldn’t be causing such destruction to the school buildings.
Vivi crossed her arms over her chest as Aaron reappeared—man, that was quick. And he wasn’t dead. Was this guy freaking indestructible? Sure seemed like it.
"Ow."
“…I smash you through a couple walls and all you have to say is ‘ow’?” she arched an eye brow, “Okay, then.”
He gaze shifted down for a brief moment when she noticed how tattered his shirt was as well, but it quickly shot upwards toward the ceiling.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Oct 13, 2015 17:49:28 GMT -5
Aaron reached up, gripping what was left of the cloth and tearing it off as he walked back into the gym. He stooped, grabbing his coat as he walked by and again offering it to her. On his right shoulder was a large harness", which covered the right upper half of his torso and wrapped a strap around his back. He would grab his bag from the bench beside her and pull out an extra T-shirt, pulling it on. He would also grab some cloth to gently dab at his cheek, wincing a little. He would clear his throat and sit beside her. " I got nothing else to say. Was a good hit, and it hurt." He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his legs. " And just so you know, you aren't weak. I fought Shugo too, and he barely scratched me, let alone cut me. But I'm curious- why are you here at 552?" He hadn't been able to dig much into her past, like he could the others. Vivi was a bit of a mystery. He would turn to look at her as he held the cloth over his bleeding cut, waiting for a response. OOC: +1 Exp, +1 Draw |
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Post by Vivi Perish on Oct 13, 2015 21:10:52 GMT -5
Dead star shine, light up the sky | I'm all out of breath, my walls are closing in |
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Vivi's gaze seemed to soften slightly as she accepted the coat, sliding it onto her shoulders and pulling it to a position where it covered her up. While she was deliberately making sure she didn’t stare, she did note he was pretty damn buff. The guy was a tank. And not only that, it seemed like actually doing damage on him was something that didn’t happen often. So when he told her she wasn’t weak, and that even Shugo didn’t make a scratch on him… well, that kind of meant something to her. Of course, there was always someone stronger than her but, maybe she wasn’t as pathetic as she always made herself out to be?
Vivi glanced over at him when he sat next to her, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
“Thank you,” she said, “It was a good fight. You’re pretty damn strong too. Really did a number on me.”
The slight smile she put forth seemed to slowly fade as he questioned how she ended up in five-five-two. She’d been here for a long time, met lots of people, made plenty of bonds… and yet all that time very few people actually questioned her back round.
She was never prepared for it.
“I—well… I’ve made mistakes,” she said after a moment.
“I was arrested in Michigan and relocated here.”
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Oct 13, 2015 21:43:42 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Vivi, he had absolutely no clue that she wasn't interested in chatting about it. He nodded a little.
"Ah. I was arrested once. I stole a computer form a store when I was a teen. One of those thick bricks, y'know? Running windows 98. Anyway, an officer asked where i got it and i told him i stole it so...he busted me. Suppose being taught never to lie can be taken to the extreme."
He would scratch his head, having ignored the comments about his strength. Students ten years younger were fucking him up- he knew he was strong, but not relative to them. Give them ten years and he'd be obsolete. He would use the back of his left hand to gently tap the side of her right knee.
"Well? What did you get arrested for?"
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Post by Vivi Perish on Oct 14, 2015 21:30:40 GMT -5
Dead star shine, light up the sky | I'm all out of breath, my walls are closing in |
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Vivi listened to Aaron and nodded a bit. The fact that he was willing to talk about some of his background made her want to relax a bit and maybe share some of her’s like he seemed to want. But still, unless he was leaving out a lot of details, or really sugar coating things to hide the fact that maybe he’d done much worse… well, she doubted he’d understand what drove her to act the way she did in her circumstances.
“Ahh. Nice. You must’ve had good parents,” she replied, “Someone to teach you morals. Aside from the stealing a computer part of course, it seems like it must've stuck with you pretty good, huh?”
Vivi bit her lip and felt her heart rate pick up a bit when he tapped her knee and asked her what she got arrested for. Oh man… she really didn’t wanna come across as rude and abrasive, but her reaction to stuff like this was usually becoming super defensive. This time though, she tried to control herself. Was there a way she could put it so that it wouldn’t sound so bad? Maybe tell a half lie? Or… she could just completely lie. She’d been raised with different morals them him after all.
“I… threw a brick through a window,” Vivi’s hand went up to her chin as she spoke.
She was unaware of it, but that was her tell. When she was worked up and told a blatant lie, she’d subconsciously reach up and touch her chin. Yup, Vivi was a liar, among many other things. Now it just remained to be seen if Aaron was good at picking up on stuff like that. It probably wouldn’t take much… her lie honestly really sucked.
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Post by Aaron Hollows on Oct 14, 2015 22:02:16 GMT -5
Aaron had no idea what her tell was. But the pause, the thinking? Trying to find something to say he would believe. She decided on a brick through a window. He laughed aloud, leaning back and resting his arms on the bench behind them.
"Bullshit- theres no way they sent you here for that. C'mon, what did you really do? And Cross my heart, I won't tell a soul."
He held up two fingers, like "Scouts honor" but would watch her all the same. She was reluctant. She didn't have to tell him but, rather than lie, why not just say "Hey, old guy, none of your fucking beeswax!" At least that was an answer he'd let it go with. Otherwise, curiosity got the better of him.
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