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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 Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 18:24:40 GMT -5
This speed event differs from the norm in that instead of fast rounds, you are presented with a prompt and you have a set amount of time to write an in-character post based on the prompt. Whether it's serious or not is up to you, and it can be canon or non-canon. The minimum word count required is 250 words, but there is no limit on maximum word count. Once the time limit is up, I will grade each post and distribute rewards accordingly. Rewards will be based on effort and content of the post. Longer posts won't guarantee better rewards, but rather what your post consists of. Quality over quantity, as they say.
Time limit is 3 hours (7:30 PST). After that, I will close the event for grading. There is no limit to the number of participants who can join this event. Just get your posts in within the allotted time.
If you were in a previous speed event this month, you may not join this one using the same character. Using an alternate character, however, is fine. Limit of one character per event.
Prompt: You're walking out in the city when it gets foggy out of nowhere, visibility dropping down to near zero. You hear a faint whispering that puts you on edge, and suddenly, your greatest fear comes to life in front of you. How do you confront it? Do you overcome it, or succumb to it?
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Nov 17, 2015 19:08:29 GMT -5
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | 'Ding' "Come again sir!"
It was the middle of the night, at that time, Al would be see carrying a bag of convenience store goodies as he was traversing his way towards his home underneath the dim light the moon emanated "Now to go home and watch some netflix." Al would say to no one in particular as there isn't really anyone else on the road at that time.
It was his nightly routine to go to his local convenience store and buy some midnight snacks for himself, after doing it for many months now and being used to this all, it was safe to assume that it was fairly normal outside at that time, nothing was weird or out of place, but it won't be after a few more minutes.
It was all so sudden. Fog began forming, then more formed, and more, and more, until nothing can be seen at all. It was at that point that Al knew something was wrong. "You forgot your Doritos" An unknown voice would whisper near his ear with an airy voice, startling Al and making him drop his paper bag filled with snacks, sprawling with all it's junk food glory on ground.
Thing is, he was pretty sure it wasn't the demon on his head as he left the earring which allowed him to talk to it at the house. In shock, Al wasn't able to react at all, other than maybe wetting his pants a bit. Al would run away blindly, not knowing which way is which with all the fog, but as he can't really see anything at all, it made him hit a lamp post, causing him to stumble to the ground.
Suddenly, something appeared beside him. It can't be. A whole fleet of nurses which strangely resembles someone he knew, and all of them held huge syringes, which strangely looks like a scene stolen out of Silent Hills. He didn't really care about the zombie looking nurses, what made him shiver was what they held. He'd stand up in a hurry and proceed to run away as fast as possible, covering his backside as he did. The fleet of syringe holding nurses would chase him, he tried to run faster, but he can't just outrun them. He was about to get stabbed with hundreds of syringes in his ass. But then, a nurse crept up near his ear and whispered, "Your Doritos sir."
With a jolt, Al woke up. He was sleeping inside the convenience store all along. Taking the bag of Doritos the store clerk was handing him, he'd stuff it in his paper bag filled with snacks and head home.
'Ding' "Come again sir!"
"Now to go home and watch some netflix."
As he was walking away, fog could be seen forming behind him...
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Post by The Pansa on Nov 17, 2015 19:28:06 GMT -5
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Post by Felix Booker on Nov 17, 2015 19:59:00 GMT -5
Felix leaned heavily against the brick wall, his boiling blood tempered by the coolness of the wall. He felt like he was on fire, sweat beaded his forehead highlighted by the dim glow of the street light. He had just got done with a fight, a gang of guys from his school wanted to test his mettle and he had been in the mood to oblige. It had been a sloppy fight, he'd taken more hits than he had intended, but each twinge of pain was like a badge of pride. He stood on shaking legs, from a glance a person could tell he was on the verge of teetering over, but he was held up by sheer will power alone.
He took another slow and agonizing step, the usual fair of getting home was now a daunting task. Not to mention the sudden fog, it had been barely noticeable at first, but with each step Felix found it more and more difficult to see. He had made it to the sidewalk, his apartments only a block or two away. "C- Urgh! Come on legs, don't fail me now." Before he knew it he was blind, smacking face first into a light pole, his forehead smarting from the 'head-on' collision. He lost his footing, falling flat onto his butt, his legs refusing to cooperate.
It was just now when Felix realized how unnaturally thick this fog was, his heart pounding in his temples, a bass drum of uncertainty and worry. "What the hell is going on?", he panted, each word punctuated by an intake of breath. When he spoke a misty haze exuded from his mouth, almost in stark opposition to the fact that it was spring. A chill ran up Felix's spine, something was very, VERY wrong here. He managed to work himself onto one knee before he heard a sob. He froze in place, his heart beating like a jack hammer. He noted the familiar shape of a person in the fog, and then more shapes. The sobbing getting louder and louder until he realized it wasn't the cry of one person, but multiple; and they were all heading his way.
Felix couldn't move, he was quite literally paralyzed, his legs still not responding. "Shit. Shit. SHIT!", a deep dread took root in the pit of his stomach, for some reason he got the hunch that whatever was heading his way was not friendly. And then their faces appeared, the faces of the dead, and for the first time Felix was silent. Phoebe, Aaron, Allen, Al, Jude, Luna, Ira, Leon, and even Hexx appeared before him. But they weren't their usual selves . . . they couldn't be alive, not with the way they looked. Each of them sported a gruesome fatal injury. Aaron's eyes had been gouged out, the eyeballs dangling from his face, still attached to the stem. Luna's mouth had been literally torn to pieces, and Hexx was a walking seven, almost eight foot monstrosity that would make Frankenstein's Monster look like a kitten in comparison. His arms- er arm, dangled limply, the bones sticking out in multiple places, while the other was just gone completely. A little sharp stump of bone at his shoulder was all that remained.
The others sported similarly grave injuries, and through it all he could say nothing. Felix couldn't breathe, let alone think, and their cries, their cries of agony were almost incoherent -- almost. When they were farther away it was hard to tell what they were saying, but now he could hear it clearly, and they were saying his name. Even their words were horrifying, a cacophony of sound as they chanted his name out of unison. They each spoke in their own voice, and spoke in their same speech patterns, but the message was the same, "Felix why did you do this to us?" He couldn't even find his voice, the answer in his head, but it wouldn't translate from the world of thought to the world of reality. 'I didn't! I would never!'. But it didn't seem to matter as they seemed to understand his answer all the same, "It's your fault you son of a bitch!", Aaron shouted at him. "I should have known, you were always a piece of shit. What a mistake to let you into LG.", Leon spoke steadily, almost quiet, but the words rang true in his ears either way.
They had been slowly creeping up on him, forming a circle of hate, and slinging obscenities at him, as they closed the distance; and then suddenly and violently, like a signal had been sounded, they were on him. Their blood spilling over him, splattering into his screaming mouth as he tried to fight them off, but they were too much. And then he saw it, he watched himself murder each and every one of them. He shut his eyes tight as he felt the zombies of his friends and adopted family tear into him. Closing his eyes did nothing to alleviate the visions, he watched each and everyone of his friends die.
They all stood before an unstoppable enemy. A demon whose face was obscured, but Felix felt he knew the demon all the same. They were all injured, all tired, all defeated. It told him if he let them die, he could live, or he could die for them. Felix watched himself quiver in fear, and give in, choosing his life over his friends. He could do nothing but watch as it brutalized each and every one of them. He had failed them, he had been weak when he needed to be strong. It was his fault they were dead, it only made sense to join them.
Just as he resigned himself to his fate, the pain stopped. Felix looked up to find himself in an empty street. No zombies from hell, no fog. Just him laying face down on the sidewalk. He brought his hands to his eyes finding that his face was wet, he had been crying. His legs finally obeyed him, as he stood back up. His hands shook uncontrollably as he realized that was the most scared he had been in his life. Even though it wasn't real, he had gone back on his word, and let his friends down in the ultimate way, and lost them. The thought alone made him wish he were dead. Felix was too much in shock to even wonder why that had just happened, only that it had.
Felix walked the rest of the way home, his mind heavy with thoughts and emotions. He barely registered opening the door to his apartment or falling face first onto the couch. He buried his face into the cushions, the tears coming back as he silently vowed, 'I won't let anyone die, never again.' He flopped over, looking at a picture of his dad that stared at him from the coffee table. "I was too late for you, but I won't be late for them, I promise.", and with that absolutely cheerful note he passed out.
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Nov 17, 2015 20:39:33 GMT -5
'Remember....'
Demons... Everyone has them, everyone struggles with them, some are an ever present urge while others are a small voice you wish you could use. The night was cold and Leon was on a run to clear his head. He had changed quite a bit from the time he spent in Texas as the Emperor of Lightning. That person was something he wanted to leave in the dirt, and change himself, and his organization for the better. The problem was he constantly had the urge to revert back to that person. It was easier and he lorded over one of the largest gangs in a few cities worth of distance.
His eyes scanned ahead as the fog rolled in, rising quickly and suddenly from the moist ground. Keeping his pace he felt something hit his feet and he tripped forward catching himself with some strain from the amount of weight he was wearing. Looking back the image of his sister's body lay there. Eye's open and dull, mouth hanging open, clothes torn to shreds, blood coming from her neck, a hand rising from her form to reach for Leon.
"Remember..."
She said, but with his voice. Turning to look away he saw bodies, broken and bleeding laying all around under the guise of the mist, silent, motionless. However they slowly began to groan, most looking to Leon now speaking words of confusion and rage, words that haunt his dreams, words that bring him back to that demon, the emperor, the tyrant.
Finally a dull thud, bone on bone crack and the voices become silent. He knew the sound, it's the one that usually woke him from these nightmares. However this time, as he turned to his left, his eyes having forgotten to blink this entire time. He saw it. He himself standing over someone wearing LG colors and insignia. Across from his own bleeding form was a few guys holding his sister with a knife to her neck.
"Don't be stupid Leon... We have your sister and enough dirt to ruin her life forever."
He watched his silent form step over the body at his feet and approach.
"Didn't you hear me? Not another step!"
The guy tightened his grip and pressed the knife against her neck.
"You won't do it... A coward like you would lose the only thing keeping me from ripping your throat out."
The guy grimaced and stepped back, but what Leon had ignored was the look on his sisters face. She wasn't even there, she was just limp, there was no emotion left in her eyes, she pressed her head forward and sliced the knife across her own neck. Leon knew this scene and had tried to close his eyes, look away, but it was like the fog wanted him to see something.
"Remember."
He heard again and Leon exited the now burning area laughing and crying, bleeding and broken. Falling to his knee's the and sobbing into hysteria. Leon remembered his thoughts at that time, he wanted to be more like his sister, and that day he vowed The Emperor had died, and he would never go back.
Is that what all this was for? Was there some hole in his resolve somewhere? Was this needed? Why can't he move on? Why did it all come back to this? The fog cleared and he was in the middle of a sidewalk, on his knee's, tears streaking his face. He breathed deeply and composed himself before pushing himself to his feet. He turned to jog back to his apartment, he needed some Dr. Pepper.
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Nov 17, 2015 22:18:52 GMT -5
When Hemera set off, the sky was clear as water. The stars were shining brightly, adding to the artificial lights of the towers so high into the dark landscape. She was walking in a residential area, so all she heard at this time of night was crickets and the occasional dulled television that someone forgot to turn off. The lawns were mowed, some fresh, and the smell brought her back to her younger days. She would grab her book bag, kiss her momma good-bye for the day, then walk down a street like this towards her school. She would attend her lessons, learning about the world's history and culture. In the afternoons, she would dress in her archer's outfit with her hair braided and stand calmly as she notched her arrow and let it fly free like a bird striking it's prey. Those days were always the best to think about. While the girl reminisced, she had managed to make her way to the upper-class neighborhood. A gentle breeze was blowing through and ruffled her pink skirt. Her arms were covered and protected by a long-sleeve black shirt. Her hair was braided in two areas in front of her ears while the rest flowed freely behind her. All of a sudden, a fog began to roll in. "I don't recall there being any weather system coming in..." murmured Hemera. "Be careful, Hemera," Nyka stated warily. "This isn't....." Her voice trailed off and disappeared, leaving Hemera to be alone for the first time in 6 years. The fog came closer and closer before finally enveloping the white-haired girl. It covered everything, leaving a white field in her vision. Shakily, she called out, "H-hello?" Her voice only echoed against invisible walls. Nothing responded to her request. It was eerily quiet....even the crickets had gone silent. Uneasy, Hemera kept walking in the same direction she had been going, hoping the fog would lift. It wasn't long before she had a prickling sensation crawl along her skin. "Nyka?" Hemera called. There was no answer. A sense of panic arose within her. She was all alone. All. Alone....The thought alone made her heart race, her eyes tear up.... Out of nowhere, she saw it. The house...her house. Her hands began to shake violently as memories began to come forth. She saw a little girl....a miniature version of herself with black hair walking up to the house. Horror set in and Hemera ran up to the girl, trying to get her attention. "NO! Don't go in! Go to a friend's house! Break the rules, just once, break the rules!" But the little girl didn't listen. She was always punctual in her schedule and not once had she ever broken the rules. It was how she was brought up in the world. She was very proud of that fact as a young girl. One, two, three steps and she was at the door. Hemera screamed at the girl still to no avail. She walked with the little girl to the door, knowing what was going to happen. Then suddenly, she was that little girl again. Hemera saw herself reaching for the doorknob and turned it, slowly opening it. The coppery smell was overwhelming. 'What was that smell?' she had thought. 'Maybe Momma is making something odd again.' Momma loved making new recipes. They had money for a cook, but Momma loved to be the one to feed her children. It made her happy. Hemera went inside the home and shut the door behind her, setting her book bag on the floor. She wouldn't leave it there. She would greet her parents then take it up to her room like a good girl. Turning to her right, she began to walk towards the living room. The air felt extremely thick, clinging to her skin like fabric. "Momma! Poppa! Esther! I'm home!" she had called. No, no, no, no, she couldn't do this again. Please don't let her go through this again.... Suddenly she stopped. Hemera had stepped in something thick. Looking down, it looked like it was red. Bending down, she had used one finger to swipe the liquid up and stare at it. In the light of the home, it was a darkish-red. Sniffing it quickly, she has jerked back quickly. 'This is where the smell was coming from.' She had continued in to see her worst nightmare brought to life. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO!!!!!!!!!!! What she saw at first was unrecognizable. Then it dawned on her. All she could do was scream. The noise pierced the air just like the arrows she shot so expertly. There in the living room were her father, mother, and little sister slaughtered like cattle. The only way that she could identify her family was from the heads remaining intact. Surprise lined their features. They had never expected it, never expected an attack like this. Hemera had slipped and fell in the blood, covering herself in her family's lost essence of life. Scream, scream, scream....the noise continued until she could scream no more. Looking down with lifeless eyes, she looked to her left and saw the head of her darling little sister. Tears welling up in her eyes, Hemera had reached forward and grabbed her sister's head, placing it on her lap, wailing hoarsely at the sky. Inside, she felt herself crumble all over again. All of the structure, the love, the gentle tenderness that she knew growing up...the memories of her playing with her sister, the days she cooked with Momma, the way that Poppa wished her a good day at school....all of it crumbled away until there was nothing but hatred. It was happening all over again. Her meeting with Nyka..... Hemera had retreated deep inside of herself. She didn't know what was going on. She had probably passed out from the shock of it all. She could see a small light, though, and she was desperate to keep anything that could keep her sane. As she got closer, she began to see a creature curled up. It looked like.......her... When she got close enough, the girl moved and looked at her through raven hair. She only spoke one sentence.
"Are you alone? Do you want my help? Do you want the strength to find those that harmed your family and defeat them?"
She uttered one word..... "Yes..." The light shined brightly and she covered her eyes with her arms......... Suddenly she was back to herself, in the fog. Shaking, she began to cry all over again, the horror fresh in her mind. "NYKA!!! Nyka!!" she screamed.
"Hemera! Goodness, there you are. I couldn't hear you for a minute there." It seemed as though Nyka had no idea what was going on. Tears streaking down her face, Hemera simply began to run on the sidewalk, praying to arrive home. Home........home was only a nightmare to Hemera...... All that could be seen was a running girl with her ruffled pink skirt and her white hair flowing through the air, trying to run away from it all again.
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Post by Ian Morei-Moody on Nov 17, 2015 22:32:18 GMT -5
Ian was laying comfortably in bed without a single prevalent care in the world, feeling as though he'd slept upon a cloud made of the tears of minorities. He grumbled something incoherent with a smile adorned upon his lips - likely in the vein of "takin' our jobs" or "dirty immigrants" - and firmly grasped his precious AR-15 in his hands. Snuggling it against his chest, Ian lazily opened his eyes to his framed portrait of the lord and savior, Donald Trump. "Today's the day, Donald," he spoke softly, lovingly. "We'll make America great again... together." Lightly, his hand traced the portrait, and he simply stared at it for a time. Removing his confederate flag blanket from his figure, Ian steps off the bed and onto his stars-and-stripes rug and slips into his statue of liberty slippers. He brings his AR-15 out into the kitchen, then puts some eggs into a frying pan. His smile widens as he glances down at them, and with the desire to eat a hearty breakfast, he begins shooting out pellets of freedom and patriotism at the pan, shredding the eggs apart and somehow an omelet is the end result. With his utterly American omelet, Ian steps out in front of the TV and turns it on, eagerly watching the results of the presidential election expectantly. "You can do this, Donald Trump-senpai. I know you can."Suddenly, the worst thing imaginable slaps itself upon the screen, as if to shatter all of Ian's hopes and dreams. It felt as though his world was being torn asunder, as if the communists had won, as though the states had been taken over by immigrants. This feeling was the exact opposite of what Ian felt when Osama Bin Laden was assassinated, and exactly what tore at his soul when gay marriage was legalized. BERNIE SANDERS WINS IN A LAND-SLIDE! Falling to his knees, his omelet began to cry red, white, and blue tears. His AR-15 handed itself over to the police, and his hunting license revoked itself, leaving him with the words "Fight animals with your hands, coward." The patriotism began to leave his body, and even the portrait of Donald Trump on the wall wept with him. "NOOOOOO!" he cried out into the sky, only to see Bernie Sanders looking down at him. "Hello darkness, my old friend..."exeunt |
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Post by Hailey Morei on Nov 17, 2015 22:52:32 GMT -5
There's nowhere to run when you run from yourself. "It's cold out..." Hailey was bundled in her coat, wrapping her scarf around herself and hiding most of her face as she walked down the street. Her footsteps echoed throughout the urban jungle, and the heavy fog made it feel like she was the only person around as far as she could see... which wasn't very far. Since she had arrived at #552, her mission of keeping watch over the student body had commenced without fail. Her position wasn't compromised. Adrian didn't even know she was still alive. She wanted to reach out to him, tell him that it was okay for him to stop fighting. But she knew she couldn't approach him as long as the black mist continued to exist. She'd endanger him, and she knew he was working on a way to fight it. For now, she did as she was told. For now, she kept her distance. He probably wouldn't recognize me anyway...She sighed, the loneliness of her position tugging at her heart. She was trained to be merciless, to be a living weapon without emotion or restraint. But she was starting to have doubts. She was starting to feel like her old self the more time she spent out here in the open. All she wanted was to go home, back to her brother. She didn't care about the truth of her family anymore, as all the truth did was destroy what the Morei siblings had left. If they had never searched for that truth, would they still be together now? Or would the demons in the mist have pulled them apart anyway? "Adrian... I wish you would look the other direction. You're walking headfirst into inevitable death all because of your good heart..." She spoke quietly, but no sooner had she finished did she feel a strange presence. Something was here in the fog with her. Something was watching her. A hidden knife would slip from her gauntlet underneath her sleeve, and she would spin around, throwing the knife behind her. It would sail through the fog and disappear from sight... until she heard the sound of flesh being pierced, a body audible falling to the ground to signal that she had hit her target. Curious to see who had been trailing her, Hailey would walk through the fog. Strangely, she would be walking for what seemed like an eternity. No matter how far she walked in this fog, there was no body in sight, nor was there any blood or any sign of her knife. Something was clearly amiss, and she was left feeling uneasy. She heard shuffling behind her, and the sound of footsteps increasing in speed, growing louder quickly. A tomahawk would slip out of her right sleeve and Hailey would grip it tightly, pivoting on her heel and swinging it in a violent slash, striking her assailant in the neck just in time before she was attacked. The target fell to the ground, gurgling and gasping for air amid all of the blood leaking from their neck, now drowning in their own blood as it left a pool underneath them. Bloodstained tomahawk in her hand, Hailey would walk towards her would-be assassin, staring down at them coldly. However, what she saw caused her eyes to widen, her grip loosening on her weapon as she dropped it in shock. "A-Adrian...?!" It was her brother, his face mask pulled from his face. His hair was white, and his eyes purely black. He looked different, and yet... she would never forget his face. It was Valo, the Wraith had taken hold of him... and Hailey had killed him. "Adrian... Adrian, oh god, no..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she cried since the first time since she was taken from her brother, and she would hold his lifeless body in her arms. Holding his head to her chest, she would sob loudly, looking much like the little girl she used to be back when they lived together. It felt like a lifetime ago, and this was far from the reunion she had always envisioned with him. "You killed me, after everything I had done for you."Hailey's eyes opened, her vision blurry as she looked down. Valo's eyes had opened and he looked up at her. She panicked, jumping back as he lunged for her. Falling on her back, she would crawl away frantically as Valo stood up to his feet. The blood continued to pour out of his neck as he walked towards her slowly. "I gave up everything for you. I put my life on hold to take care of you."Dark energy formed around the Wraith's palm, and he struck down at Hailey viciously. She rolled out of the way as his energy struck the ground, causing immense cracks to shoot across the pavement as a crater formed underneath him. "Adrian, please! I didn't mean to! I always--" "Loved me? I can't say the same about you. I always hated taking care of you. You were always so frail and sick that you could do nothing on your own. If you weren't around, I could've had a normal life."Hailey's eyes widened, and Valo would rush in, palm striking her in the chest and sending her flying back, skidding along the ground painfully as she landed with a roll. Groaning in pain, she would cough out blood as she struggled to push herself up to her feet. "I wasn't living, and neither were you. You were barely clinging onto life the entire time. And after all of that, you got me killed. You got me turned into this!"He let loose a demonic roar as the Wraith wailed inside of him. Hailey covered her ears desperately as he howled. "Why was I the failure? Tell me! After all I had gone through, after every step I took to become stronger, father killed me and he picked YOU!"Valo reached down and grabbed Hailey by the coat, lifting her off of the ground as she struggled and tried to break free of his grip. Dark energy would begin to resonate into his free hand as he slowly raised it. "You're the one to blame for everything that happened to our family... and now, I'm going to make sure that you die like you should've died all those years ago. You're a blight on my life, and I'm going to make sure that you suffer."Valo would thrust his palm towards Hailey's heart, and she had no choice. Clicking her heels together, boot knives would extend from the toe of her boots, and she would stab it into Valo's thigh. The Wraith would wail as she pulled the knife from his flesh and his grip on her loosened. She fell to the ground, and she would grab her tomahawk quickly, turning to lob it directly into Valo's skull. A sickening cracking noise could be heard as he fell backwards onto the street. Hailey would be panting heavily as she wiped the blood from her chin, shaking at what had just happened. Looking at her brother's body, she would see the black mist begin to envelop his body, and he would fade away slowly. She felt empty as she watched, and she would see a floating, dark head come out of the fog from the direction her brother had fallen in as soon as he had faded. Behind that head was a body, following closely. "So you managed to kill even your precious big brother. We are impressed."The Banshee's floating head would smile darkly at Hailey, and Hailey would shake her head frantically as she teared up. She didn't want to believe that any of this had just happened. It had to be one of the mist's tricks. "The Wraith was a failure of a toy. When we inhabited your body to retrieve the Aegis, you saw how he sided against us. He didn't stop anyone from trying to hurt us.""But--" "We have seen how he has replaced you with the one known as Vivi. He calls her his sister now. You are nothing to him anymore."Hailey couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and she began to cry loudly. The Banshee held her in its embrace as the head spoke to her more. "We must erase your weakness... we must take vengeance on them. We must make them feel the greatest of fear before we extinguish their hope."Hailey wiped her eyes, nodding as she tried not to cry more. She nodded solemnly, her voice breaking as she replied. "A-all is... for Strakh..." The Banshee's lips curled into a smile once more. "All is for Strakh..." It replied, wrapping Hailey and itself in a veil of darkness. The fog would lift as the two of them disappeared from sight, the Banshee's hold on Hailey's heart tightening. | THE DANGER IS I'M DANGEROUS AND I MIGHT JUST TEAR YOU APART |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 23:11:18 GMT -5
Event closed.
Pending grading. Rewards will be posted in the next post and players will be tagged.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2015 18:37:51 GMT -5
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"Welcome to the end of your life, and I promise it's going to hurt."
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Post by Leon Sudeki on Nov 18, 2015 18:46:09 GMT -5
taking 5 exp
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Hi ho! Hi ho! It's off to work we go!
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on Nov 18, 2015 18:58:19 GMT -5
I'mma get my EXP
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Nov 18, 2015 19:06:29 GMT -5
I will graciously accept the +5 exp and +1 item upgrade. Thank you very much.
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Post by Felix Booker on Nov 18, 2015 19:15:33 GMT -5
EXPlease and that item upgrade!
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Post by The Pansa on Nov 19, 2015 12:12:44 GMT -5
I accept the 3 exp(Which I'm putting to int) and the custom upgrade, thank you.
Name:Standard Ninja Wear
Stat:+5 Con
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