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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 "Knuckles" on Dec 13, 2015 16:15:03 GMT -5
He wasn't sure exactly what the cause was, but Austin found himself rather edgey today. There was a lot weighing on his mind. He was still feeling hatred for the loss of a part of him he could never get back. The person responsible wasn't around to be found and this only made him angrier, his thought processes growing more violent.
Human beings in general were getting on his nerves. He still had a few people he could call friends, but the number was thinning. His heart was growing weary, what little love for the those he had was diminishing with every day that passed. He was beginning to feel like he couldn't go anywhere without something or someone pissing him off.
And now that single hazel hue glared toward a figure in front of him. He didn't know this person. He only knew the kid had bumped into him and cut off his walking path as thr school bells rang and the halls began to fill. And just like that a switch had flipped, his right hand pulled back mercilessly thrusted forward, cracking his knuckles against the back side of the student's head.
The kid dropped without even knowing what had happened, his body crumbled to the floor and the roaches scattered. At least, most of them did. This one had friends. Stupid friends. Three rushed forward, calling out to their unconcious friend as they came forward to unknowingly meet the Blood Dragon. The one in the middle was punched square in the face, before a powerful left leg lefted and delivered a round-house kick toward the left-most student. His leg made contact at his ribcage and he pushed further into the kick, balancing on his right leg to sweep him into his friend and sending them both crashing into the lockers lining the hallway.
All this was done with no words and little emotion shown on Austin's face, all hidden but that brow of his which was furroughed. While the friends were growing, they directed their eyes toward Austin only to see him lift his right foot and stomp on the back of his first target's unconcious head, with a sicken crack sounding out.
That feeling.. I remember it. But it feels different this time, than when I killed my mother.. This time I kinda.. Like it.
The left side of his mouth would curl up slightly, as a dark look seemed to over take that hazel hue. This was likely going against everything his best friend would accept, but Knuckles couldn't contain himself. He needed to let all this anger, this hurt, out into the world. And what better place to do it than within the scum-bag ridden hallways of #552.
He would let out a sick, short chuckle before his hands raised toward his sides and blood began to seep through the surface of his skin. He was going to give these people something to remember. Something to fear. And anyone that stood in his way, was going to regret it. Pillars and regulators alike, It didn't matter to him anymore.
You can all bleed dry! YOU ARE ALL WORTHLESS!
A violent, iradic torrent of blood would seep from his body, spining around him as he began to walk forward down the hallway and everyone was a target. The blood to form razor sharp tendrtils, licking at anything nearby. Some detacting here and there to fling blades of hardened blood to and fro.
Countless students not quick enough to react would be torn open, some wounds superficial while others were potentially fatal. Blood spattered across the floor, walls and ceilings as various pitched screams began to fill the halls and echoes throughout the building.
This was going to be a massacre.
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Post by The Pansa on Dec 14, 2015 11:09:39 GMT -5
notes here. @tagged words: 272 | This is it.
A random student went berserk and started a killing spree in the school. Etsuko had just been passing to her next class when when she heard it...a scream.
Her bow would twitch before she would drop her books and take off to the site of the sound where she was greeted with a room of corpses and other things. It was so familiar; the pain, the guilt, even the crimson color. The loneliness was too much to bare in such situations, Etsuko felt as if she could just fall apart. Now wasn't the time for that, she needed to move, and fast! Murasaki noticed three students in his line of fire, and before Etsuko knew what she was doing, she had already shoved them out of harms way, now the students would run off to seek the safe refuge of elsewhere.
Etsuko just stared at the man known as Austin. Not with a spiteful look, but one of sympathy and full understanding. Experienced even. "Why are you doing this?! Why must you hurt others without a second thought?" Etsuko was already out of breath, and panting hard from the run. It was obvious, this man was much more powerful than Murasaki was. "This must be the day I die." She thought, having many past events flash by, the thought of Kenji came up surprisingly more frequent though, but one thing always came back:the thought of her parents cold corpses, done in by her own two hands, joined by the faces of all her other unfortunate past victims. Ignorance is bliss |
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Post by Kaitaro of Crimson on Dec 14, 2015 11:43:20 GMT -5
Kai was in the washroom when screams from the halls started pouring in from the door and echoed all around him. What the hell is it now? Kai thought to himself. He washed his hands and quickly flung the door open. He was immediatly met by the farmiliar metallic smell, the red splashes covering bodies both living and dead, and the horror painted on the faces of students as they turned to look down the hall. Kai followed their gaze or horror. In the middle of the hall stood a man known to him as Austin, the Blood Dragon.
"As the blood of the innocent washes away our sins, the sea of crimson will form. And every man who opposes will be plunged into the depths of the bloody pool, only to drown in their regret."
Kai hadn't been expecting this at all when he came to school that day, but it sure pleased him. He ran a hand through his grey hair while many students ran past hin, some even knocking into him. He started walking toward Austin when a girl had ran out into the halls and started convering with him, asking him why he was doing this. He walked to where he was a few feet behind her, mabye six or seven, and leaned against a locker.
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Dec 14, 2015 17:32:26 GMT -5
"So, what' are you doin' here?" An elbow nudged at Kaitaro's arm. If he were to turn, he would see Nyka leaning against the lockers with him, pale green eyes focused on the scene in front of them. Nyka had been in the hallway when she saw the one-eyed male clock the kid that ran into him. She had simply moved to the side of the hallway to avoid contact. She wasn't really in the mood for a confrontation, especially with that guy. He just looked straight pissed today. She had seen him a few times around school, but not often enough to have caught his name. She was lucky enough that he had passed by before that blood came out. Ah, yes...blood. There was no denying that coppery tang in the air. It would probably taste powerful... Nyka crossed her legs, a light tap resounding from the heel of her boots. One hand brought her thick braid forward and began to pet it. "Do you know this guy, Kai? What's his deal today?" She stared on as another girl ran up towards the guy. Wasn't that......Etsuko? It sure looked like it. That bow in her hair was a tell-tale sign that it was her. Nyka wouldn't interfere for now. Observing seemed best. But if needed, she supposed that she could pull a fight out of her.
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Post by Kaitaro of Crimson on Dec 14, 2015 17:55:54 GMT -5
Kai felt something brush his arm. He turned around to find Nyka"Oh, hey. I heard everyone screaming and I came out of the washroom to find what it was." Kai turned back to Austin. "The guy causing the chaos is Austin Huntsman: The Blood Dragon. Some people refer to him as Knuckles though." Kai turned to see the students running away from the madness. One of them ducked into the washroom where Kai had come from. As he did, Kai noticed that the kid's shoes were leaving a large red stain with every step. "This is going to be one hell of a cleanup, I'll tell you that."
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Dec 14, 2015 19:02:26 GMT -5
'Anger is blood, poured and perplexed into froth; but malice is the wisdom of our wrath.' - William Davenant --- There's a ticking bomb inside everyone. The clock is set for an undetermined amount of time. Every step. Every moment the seconds tick tick tick away. Life starts to chip away at you. Tick tick tick goes the second hand. Sooner or later things that didn't bother you so much bother start to eat away at everything within. Start to nibble at the very corners slowly inching their gnawing teeth closer and closer to your core. Tick tock tick. The turning point; the breaking point it was the crescendo of the human spirit reaching it's limitation - it's capacity. No. It was it's evolution. It was it's breaking through that barrier that held it closed behind harden gates. Its revolution against all that held it back. Against all that cast pain upon it. The angel of vengeance. The bringer of wrath. It was all a matter of tick tick tick boom.
--- Today someone's proverbial time bomb had gone off in the most explosive matter. Cereza had just exited a class when students wildly ran down the halls screaming in terror. Honestly at this point none of that really phased her after all in this school there was always yelling and running from something - point was what was it this time? Her attire was different than her usual wearing a gray hoodie with the hood over her head, dark denim jeans and a pair of sneakers. Her chocolate locks falling from either side as those grey hues shifted towards where the students were running too and then down the hall to what they were running from. The sight she behold caused her to raise a brow before dipping back to avoid another student whizzing passed. Whatever it was that had set him off the world was going to feel every bit of it. Cereza could feel his fury emulating off of him but still it did not move her. She wasn't frozen in fear or frozen at all. The curious beauty was intrigued at his display. She saw the footage Harley had showed her regarding the bout with LG and his personal with that Aaron Hollows. She'd be pissed off too if that happened to her. Cereza remained on the side of the locker which provide mild cover, if anything she could always dip back into the classroom behind her but no she decided to remain where she was - arms crossing over her stomach loosely. Idle eyes watched as a girl came running up getting dangerously close actually attempting to inquire about this massacre.
--- Cereza noted two others not to far from the girl a few feet at that just diagonally across from her own positioning; though not hidden behind any cover. That wasn't her problem if they wanted him to easily tear into that flesh. She was content where she was for now. How amusing Cereza found it all to be. Heroes entertained her in their ways. Everyone wanted to be one but she often wondered what made them choose to be so sacrificial? Whatever the case maybe one day she'd ask one. Presently she found her lips curling into a smirk, lightly shaking her head as she decided to speak up towards the brave if not foolish girl.
"Don't you know it's not wise to interrupt the Huntsman while he's on his hunt? Let alone wise to approach someone who isn't afraid of the darkness within."
--- Whether she knew that with certainty or not was debatable but from the vibe she felt, she didn't think he was. Her tone was nonchalant. Words of wisdom uncaring if they were heard or not. Normally Cereza gave nothing away in her mannerisms let alone her eyes but when she glanced at Austin if he looked at her at all and was able to see she silently was saying she wasn't going to stand in his way. In truth she was also saying let it out. He might've called her Snow White but there was no sweet, singing to the birds princess present ever. Safe to say he had a supporter here no? Funny enough this reminded her of that note she slipped him that night as his club; just a little.
-So who will you be when faced with the end? When the vultures are circling And the shadows descend Will you cower? Or will you fight? Is your heart made of glass? Or a pure Snow White?- ["Knuckles" , The Pansa ]
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Post by The Pansa on Dec 15, 2015 5:49:45 GMT -5
notes here. @tagged words: 178 | Etsuko, without turning her head from Austin, turned her pupils toward the chocolate haired individual.
What a fool she was. The words she had spoken were nothing more than that, words and excuses. Excuses to hide, excuses to sympathize, perhaps from past insecurities, maybe something deeper?
"If a foolish man were to poke a bear with a stick, the bear will surely rebel." Etsuko thought of Austin as the man, and the authorities as the bear of course, in the long run she hoped to help him...yet...there was still a certain level of resentment in Murasaki's morals. Mostly coming from spite of her past self and incoherent acts. If this were to keep up, Austin might find himself in top security prison, or worse.
Etsuko turned her focus back to Austin in front of her, feeling it might provoke him if she would get in an argument with another non-related person, giving austin the impression she doesn't recognize his strength and malice seeping from his pours. Ignorance is bliss |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 15, 2015 8:46:43 GMT -5
Ira bit her lower lip, confused by the screaming. Peeking out from a corner, she was certain that it was simply another ongoing party that involved pandas, blow up dolls, and quite a bit of balloons.
The amount of blood disproved her theory.
'Hi Knuckles." She said brightly when she saw him and rather obliviously at that, standing approximately a few inches away from him.
Her fingernails dug into his palm while she eyed him; his stressed eyes, his exhausted body and his battered face. Someone was going to die, and she was -somewhat- curious how much she could prod him blithely, until her head was served on a silver platter.
Whilst she talked to him, her hand frantically reached for her phone in her pocket, and it quickly typed a message to Macht; familiar with the buttons involved.
"Knuckles. Snapped. School."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 15, 2015 17:55:41 GMT -5
Knuckles heard the voice, but he wouldn't respond right away. Instead that single hazel eye would survey his surroundings, taking in all the blood and the bodies of those not fortunate enough to escape in time. And in the midst of the chaos a girl called out to him, asking for a reason.
He didn't need to explain himself to anyone, let alone a stranger. But the girl had some balls, that was for sure. He would glance past her to see a couple more brave souls, but his attention was pulled toward another female who spoke. He hadn't turned to face her, but he could recognize the voice easily.
"Get the hell outta here, Cereza.."
Austin didn't want to hurt her, she was still one of the few that mattered, at least a tiny bit. His words came out as a growl, but he was pleading for her to go. She didn't need to see this. It was there the blood became a little less volatile, though still swirling about his body. He would close his eye for a moment and all he could see was red. Upon opening, he had been preared to advance when Ira spoke and he felt her hand dig into his.
"You too, Ira! LEAVE!"
It was there Knuckles would burst forward and look to brush past Ira and bump her off to the side. Macht would likely be upset enough as it was, that last thing he wanted to do was break that bond. But his head was clouded in darkness, he just wanted other to feel the same way.
"None of you should have came here willingly.. YOU'LL REGRET IT!"
He would direct himself a little toward the right and reel back his right arm before swinging a haymaker into the row of lockers lining the hallway. A section would bend, break and detach before being rocketed toward Kaitaro and Nyka.
Knuckle's left arm would pull back in a similar fashion aiming low as he intended to bury his fist into Etsuko's stomach and push through with the punch to knock her down the hall as well, a delayed trail of blood resembling a tail followed in suit as he pushed further down the hall.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Dec 15, 2015 19:15:47 GMT -5
{ "Knuckles"} {Just being an owl} 'Anger is blood, poured and perplexed into froth; but malice is the wisdom of our wrath.' - William Davenant ---------------------------------
-- Often at times Cereza's words held something beyond the exoskeleton of their content but not this time. No there was no hidden double meaning. They were as they were. If the girl she threw her warning to didn't want to heed it or think otherwise that was again.. not her problem. The brunette didn't have to say anything she could've kept her mouth shut and merely watch but alas sometimes Cereza just had to instigate a little. More so since her little vacation away. She hadn't returned one hundred percent the same, no, there was a subtle difference slowly rearing its head as of late.
-- That girl that originally approached him wanted to ask the burning the questions yet was she really prepared for what happened when one poked the bear? Cereza knew all too well about provocation. It was a well known tool in her repertoire. Something she particularly excelled at. Many said she had a way with words and her tongue could lash like a viper's bite at times. She knew how to press the buttons to get the gears turning just right. Whether it be a slow process or not didn't matter so long as the seed was planted all it needed was the proper nourishment. Whilst another female approached him he pleaded in a growling tone towards mafia princess. However she noted how his twister of blood had calmed in that instance he had addressed her. Interesting.
~Well isn't that sweet. He cares about my safety.But I'm a big girl.~
-- Stubborn. She was always stubborn. She didn't think now was the time to make the decision between fight or flight just yet. In truth she had no intention of fighting at all so safe bet the choice would be flight. He warned the other girl, Ira, that attempted to get the closest and attempted to shove her out the way. A wounded animal tends to become fiercer when cornered. Had he succeeded the next target, the lockers stood no chance. Poor metal. That amount of malice that oozed off him carried a heavy if not almost suffocating aura. Options were to put him down or let the creature free to release what he needed. Stopping him now only meant bottling it up for later. Letting it fester once more but so it goes right? Once would never be enough. There was still a hint of safety in her positioning from the fray while she watched him then attack the questioning heroic girl. If it landed she could only imagine the world of pain the girl would be in.
"Let the games begin."
-- Words she muttered under her breath, pushing her hands into her hoodie pockets. So casually Cereza would walk down the hall if all went according to Austin's doing if not then she would remain idle by still onlooking at the chaos and discord. Though he wanted her to go clearly she had not and if he thought she was going to think of him any different by his display well he didn't know her very well. Actually he really didn't but she'd like to think he caught on enough to know. Maybe they were due for another conversation considering all the new development since their last.
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Post by The Pansa on Dec 16, 2015 9:22:47 GMT -5
notes here. @tagged words: #### | Dreadful.
That was the one word Etsuko could think of as the one known as Austin punched into her gut. She felt every fiber in her body disorientate. Something snapped, although Murasaki was not entirely sure what. She hadn't made an attempt to defend herself, feeling violence was not the path she wanted to walk.
Etsuko flew across the room at a great speed, bouncing off the floor a few before finally skidding to a halt on her back. Even through all of this, even through the blood that had been coughed up from somewhere; she remained conscious, but just barely keeping her gaze to the ceiling.
That must have been embarrassing to the dignity of this school, and more than anything, whatever friends, no, peers may have had to witness it. Etsuko's eye's would drift shakily to the others Austin had attacked. Ignorance is bliss |
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Post by Kaitaro of Crimson on Dec 16, 2015 13:54:57 GMT -5
Kai had managed to dodge the the locker as it sailed over to him, ducking just in time that it slightly brushed his hair. He knew that just standing in Austin's past would lead to violence for him. As he stood back up, he saw Etsuko be launched through the air. "What kind of man hits a girl like that, even if it was here." Kai shouted. He had a respect for women his whole life and thought that the only time it was acceptable to hit a female would be in absolute defense or as competition. No matter how angry Austin was, there was no reason for that. He ran over to her to aid her back to her feet.
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Post by Hemera/Nyka Day on Dec 16, 2015 21:09:55 GMT -5
Nyka had been staring at Austin and saw the lockers flying her way. She miscalculated the time that it took for the lockers to reach her, though, and when she dodged, the lockers clipped her right shoulder. Inhaling sharply, she knelt on the ground and took a quick look. There was a reddened area surrounding her entire joint and a pretty decent gash had been opened from the metallic edge of the flying object. She could almost see tendon. That wasn't good. Reaching down, she tore at her shirt to get a decent sized strip and wrapped it around her injury. Standing back up, she tested her arm. 'Dammit, no good.' It wasn't functioning at full strength. A dull ache had started to settle in. Growling slightly, she looked around to see the two other girls that had made comments. They seemed rather unaffected by the chaos. One had greeted Austin like she knew him. The other had mentioned something about darkness. Darkness...that was what Nyka was essentially. Who knew darkness better than her? Suddenly, she saw Etsuko get punched by the frenzied male and fly through the hallway. What was he thinking?! Nyka hadn't personally met the girl, but she remembered Hemera meeting her late one night. She would not like this at all. Kai had already ran over to check on the girl, and Nyka let him. It would keep her focus on the attacker. Rather, she was looking at the one that greeted him. She wasn't sure how strong the girl was or if she could handle herself. Decisions, decisions... She decided to approach her. Slowly, Nyka stepped over unconscious students to take the wall behind Austin. She eventually reached the girl and tugged on her arm lightly. "Hey...you know him, right?" Nyka murmured to her. "You said hi. What could possibly have made him turn this way?" She had never seen anything like this and was intrigued. If only Hemera had developed more....she would be of more use here....
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Post by Ira Defaire on Dec 17, 2015 10:57:58 GMT -5
Letting loose a soft, rough growl, Ira's eyes widened only for a fraction of a second as she watched Knuckles; his pale demeanor, his exhausted veneer and his anger, wrapping her into bits and pieces of infectious exhilaration. Determined to test the waters, Ira whipped around in an almost playful manner and charged at the person Knuckles didn't hurt--Cereza. An electrical spark sizzled slightly on her fingers, as she sent a quick haymaker into Cereza's temples, almost too eager to observe Knuckles' reaction. Infinite ring: Allows the user to perform a burst attack of electrical energy. Attack does 100% INT damage. Must make contact with enemy to cause damage. Once per 15 INT.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 17, 2015 11:13:13 GMT -5
The Blood Dragon continued forward, running toward Etsuko that had been knocked away by his first punch. But that angry hazel eye of his had locked upon the boy who went to help her, rather than the girl herself. Once he neared, a sick grin spread on his face as he planted his right foot and snapped out his left leg intending to crush Kaitaro with his shin as he went to help Etsuko. So long as he connected with Kaitaro, the boy would likely be knocked away, leaving the hulking teenager staring down toward the brave girl who had initially spoken to him. His left arm would extend toward her and blood would pool at his palm before a jagged blade of blood would form. He would then look to press the point down upon her upper right shoulder area, above her breast and press down to thrust the blade through her flesh and into the floor. He wasn't going to kill her. No, but she was going to feel more pain and would remember this day for a long time to come. He was unaware of the events transpiring behind him and what Ira was trying to do, at least for the time being. He had tunnel vision, focused on those in front of him. Bloodletting: Blood Arsenal Tier 1 This ability allows Austin to manipulate and harden his blood into various Melee weapons, such as bladed weapons, blunt weapons or chains/whips. Said weapon can be produced from any blood on the battlefield. -1/2 Int added to all attacks made while harnessing blood weapons. - 1 post per 5 int.
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