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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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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO.
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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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Will people ever learn (Ira)
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 30, 2015 3:45:58 GMT -5
"If you weren't doing things like a ballerina, you wouldn't have seen my pan-" Ira flushed once more, and scrambled to her feet. Her face, neck and ear felt unbearably warm, and her hands balled into tiny fists. Pulling the hem of her skirt down, she felt an immense urge to sob loudly; she wanted to induce guilt into his brain.
"Is that why you are acting like a ballerina?' She cried, as she flapped at his chest with her hands. "You are trying to see it, aren't you?! You are trying to see it!"
With her voice raising with every word, Ira would aimed for a kick at his shins once more, while her right hand raised to shoot forward and fist him right in his gut.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Oct 30, 2015 3:53:17 GMT -5
Steven would let Ira beat at his chest, and wouldn't even resist the punch to the gut which had followed a kick to the shins. "God damn it." Steven would grab her wrist in a sudden snap of motion. Before lifting her up, this was so he could stop her with just pushing her to the ground. "I ain't interested in you panties. I'm trying to get you to give up without throwing a punch." His voice came out a little heated. She didn't hit hard, but a shot right to the gut was nothing to laugh at.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 30, 2015 4:09:56 GMT -5
Ira flinched the moment he raised his hand to grab her. Being airborne was never hilarious to her, and she would choose, at that instant, to backpedal once more. Engaging in close combat was unwise, but her prediction that he wouldn't instantly attack when she had attempted to confuse him with a hug was wrong. That was a miscalculation on her part. Blinking out the slight tears that had formed in her eyes, her face clouded over. She lowered her head, and stared at him darkly, before pointing her index finger at his... well. Him. "Tu es vermis." (You are a worm.) Silvery mist begin spiraling out of her finger, as the air around them thickened. A beast emerged, and a giant, hissing lion would throw back it's magestic head and let loose a silent roar, before charging towards Steven, as Ira lobbed another stone at Steven, entirely concealed at the muzzle of the lion. - - -
Mist: Anywhere within a field of (1/2 Int) feet around herself, Ira can summon a duo of shapeshifting creatures that move at a speed of 1/2 her Int stat. These creatures cannot attack and cannot be attacked.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Oct 30, 2015 4:27:45 GMT -5
Steven being completely unaware through what haplened that the lion had suddenly appeared charging at him, would not attack him he reacted anyway. Though he did not the speed a which the leon seemed to move being almost on par with his own so Steven senses blur and he leaped aside dodging the path of the lion and there for moving out of the path of the unseen stone.
Steven turned and rolled as he move rapidly pulling a bottle out of his pocket and cracking the lid open. Steven would lob the bottle at the lion head with enough force to hopefully render it unconscious all the while trailing water behind which would hang in the air.
The water would then stretch until it was a large sheet around the misted area and then would move acroos the area. Mist being made of water vapour would be swept aside as collected against the sheet of the water getting both Ira and Steven wet at the same time.
"That more like it, alright okay I'll get serious then." Steven would stand and walk towards her before building up speed.
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Posioden Water: this 16 ounces of water can be control at will for one post per thread.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 30, 2015 4:39:55 GMT -5
Ira cracked up once more, as drops of water splattered on her hair, face, and clothes. They clung to her body, and she clapped her hands together happily, giggling away.
"I guess I can say you are... wet?" She said happily.
"Now..." Her face flipped into a slightly more serious expression, as she walked towards him, and gently touch his shoulder. She looked up to meet his eyes, before she asked, with a deadpan expression.
"Are you... touched?"
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Post by Steven Rosett on Oct 30, 2015 4:45:29 GMT -5
Steven wouldn't simply let Ira touch his shoulder when she came over bring up a arm slowly and brushing it aside. "Depends on you definition." Steven said before he would stick a foot out quickly and attempt to hook his foot around her ankle and pull to trip her up and cause her to fall to the floor hard. It wasn't as much as he could of don't. A trip to bring her down not a kick of a sweep that risked breaking her ankle.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Oct 30, 2015 5:02:13 GMT -5
Feeling his foot hooked around her ankle, Ira's eye dilated in alarm, and she winced. He was strong, and her rationality were thrown swiftly out of the window in favor of her eccentric humor.
Turning around, her eyes, if possible, became huger when she saw the lion. Forgetting that it was technically her lion, she let out an unearthly shriek and forgot her true foe. Terror crowd into her brain and seized control of her other senses. The lion was monstrous--even when it was staying still, it's eyes were full of hunger.
Leaping straight into Steven's arms, she could only point at the lion and tremble in fear, as that thing yowled and eyed her, bemused.
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Post by Steven Rosett on Nov 2, 2015 15:45:39 GMT -5
Steven would be completely shocked and when Ira as he attacked, started to scream at her own lion and leap into his arms. He wasn't completely taking in, but the display was convincing enough that Steven would instead of quickly pushing her off, speak. "Are you alright? Snap out of it." He said to her, looking at the lion and how it just sat there.
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