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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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Liar Liar ( minor event )
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I'm a killer, like Rambo.
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Post by Lexington on Feb 19, 2016 14:12:04 GMT -5
While Lexington was stuck in his own train of thought for the several passing moments, he manage to snap to. He watched as everyone's heads rolled upon Zoe was still alive. Lexington heard through the grapevine what had happened to Zoe, tragic, but it had little to no effect on Lexington. So, when Zoe stood before him... not looking like Zoe. It confused him as to what was going on, for the sake of the dramatic moment and everyone being awe struck, Lexington thought it would be best not to ask too many questions. Instead, he reverted to playing the sideline. He watched as inevitably Knuckles died, when the shot went off. Lexington didn't blank out for a moment or look away, he was entirely focused on what was happening. He brought his right fist up to his chest, pounded his chest twice, bowed his head and stuck his fist in the air. It was clear what had happened, the rioting students still carried on, those that made it to the top of the building all stopped what they were doing. It was somewhat hush among some of the rioters. They followed Lex, all pounding their chest and bowing their heads, sticking their respective right hand into the air. It was power in numbers, something that had failed them now, but would not fail them in the long run. All of the other events that had preceded this didn't have as large of an attraction as it did now. No tears from Lexington, no philosophical words or phrases. Just silence, hell if he had 21 bullets he'd fire every round off. Not as a show of military, but solely honor. Lexington never did manage to get a rematch with Knuckles...
Lexington watched as Macht broke down, mentally and emotionally. Out of everyone that was present, Macht was the only one that Lexington was closest too. Watching this unfold in front of him, it was eating at Lexington from the inside. Quickly he made his way over to Macht, got down on his right knee and wrapped his right arm across Macht's back and shoulder, bringing him into a tight hug. Lexington didn't know how Macht was feeling right now, but just a fraction of this type of emotion is powerful. "I'm here for you man, I know we've been separated with all this shit that's been going on, but I'm here for you bro. When you're ready, just say the word and we'll make things happen..." It was entirely true, every fight, challenge, burger joint. If Lexington and Macht were ever in the same room. Chances are, they were standing together shoulder to shoulder.
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Feb 20, 2016 0:35:10 GMT -5
Levi heard the cracking sound and glanced over, his eyes widening as the wall began to break. He had only the time to turn and cross his arms in front of his chest just in time to absorb the worst of the impact. He flew into the opposite wall, grunting with the impact as the plaster cracked and caved behind him. He fell to the floor, landing on his feet and covered in plaster dust as he stared ahead. The man before him was cyborg of some kind, reminding him immediately of Macht, though the prosthetics were not nearly as human. He smirked as he made a snarky remark.
"Where's Macht when you need him?"
His sense of humor faded quickly as he took a few steps towards the man, his dragon eyes glowing as he glared dangerously at his new foe.
"Begone, I'll kill you if you interfere."
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If I don't have to do it, I won't. If I have to do it, I'll make it quick.
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Post by "Xei" on Feb 20, 2016 9:30:13 GMT -5
He didn't get paid enough for his job.
Life was tiresome in a way that Xei had originally embraced, if not for the aching feet and the way each vertebrae in his back snapped back into place upon standing straight up. He frowned once more, finally tired of what he had orchestrated by his own hand. He was entirely indifferent to what he had actually done.
He didn't blink, even as he watched Knuckles' blood splattered mercilessly on the floor, courtesy of someone that he ruthlessly snatched from the masses, and forced under his control. He didn't blink when Xaier collasped, he didn't blink as Levi and Aldritch begin their assault on the building. He was powerful enough to give them a desperate run for their money; there was no need to fret.
However, his heart skipped a beat when Knuckles left his final gesture to Xei. Xei's lips pulled back into a vicious snarl, as his eyes fixed themselves upon the actual threat of his precious dome. At that moment, his hands would grip Xaier and Ira, while signalling Tatiana to follow him. His heart thumped furiously against his ribcage now, while the magma of fury bubbled up slowly inside him.
The dome would shatter into a million fragments.
Everyone would see Ira's and Xaier's bodies flung off the building, right at most of them, if they were anywhere close to the dome. Their bodies would fall, and smash into the concrete if no one were to catch them. [Wis check : < 100]]Those bodies are a illusion, but all of the characters, save anyone with a wisdom of higher than a 100, would be fooled, nevertheless.
Xei begin running, faster than what anyone could even catch up to, with his grip on the real Ira and Xaier. He had to get Xaier to the hospital, and he had a task for Ira and Tatiana--he needed their abilities, and time was of essence, if he wanted to get out of this god-forsaken place as quickly as possible.
"My gift to you." He hissed.
▶ House of Illusions [ S T O L E N ]
Alexei may create illusions. Anyone with a wisdom lower than 100 would be fooled by those illusions.
▶ En Volant
Alexei may leap from one building to another, with speed equal to his full int.
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Please note that everyone with a wis below 100 will be fooled by those illusions, and the characters will really think that Ira and Xaier are being thrown off the building. So please don't metagame and say that your character somehow think that those illusions aren't real, please
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Feb 20, 2016 15:53:46 GMT -5
 Kazuya was frozen. He couldn't even move a single muscle. Absolutely rooted to the spot he stood at. Just as he had taken a step towards the building, where Macht was getting ready to bring the entire building down, the scene on the monitors caught his eye. His eyes widening in horror at the sight of Knuckles' rapidly contorting and expanding body, he would pull Melanie into his arms and hide her face in his chest, to try and spare her the horrific sight, grimacing as Zoe's blade made contact with Knuckles' neck, blood and flesh exploding outwards. Visibly flinching from the sight, his head snapping to the side at the exact moment of contact, Macht's screams of anguish and rage would reach his ears, and at that exact moment, Kazuya was, for once, at loss at what to do.
"K-Knuckles... damn it. DAMN IT!"
One arm letting go of Melanie, he would slam the side of his fist into a nearby wall, putting a small crater in it. As the Third Pillar, it meant working with the Apostles, but at the same time... Zoe had killed Knuckles. Kazuya was by no means, close to the former co-leader of Apex, but it did not, by any means, lessen the impact his death had. The sound of glass shattering reaching his ears, he would lift his head up towards the top of the building, as high above, the dome shattered into millions of fragments. His eyes widening seeing the sight of two bodies being flung off the building, one being Ira's, his brows would furrow as he gritted his teeth, his arms tightening slightly around Melanie. He was nowhere near the building, having gotten as far as he could from it before the building came down, and even at his top speed, he wouldn't be able to reach Ira in time. He just hoped one of the others could reach her in time.
He would eventually have to make a choice: Stay a Pillar and work with the Apostles... or give up his title of Third Pillar. |
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Post by Jack Griffin on Feb 20, 2016 16:20:33 GMT -5
Jack had apparently picked an excellent moment to get the fuck out, because only a little while after he began his descent, shit started to go haywire.
He missed the death itself, since he was still charging down the stairs, but he could guess at what was going on based on the rather disturbing sounds that reached his ears. This only made him want to get out faster. Racing to the bottom, he finally left the building just in time to witness the dome exploding, and a girl and a boy being tossed over the side of the building. What the heck? Were they being executed too, or were they just a distraction for the others up there?
Either way, he couldn't just let them die. Cursing under his breath, Jack ran out onto the street, positioning himself under the falling girl so that she might land on top of him. Hopefully, his body would be soft enough to break her fall- and likely most of his bones. Still, it was the right thing to do, and he didn't have many other options right now, and anyways, if he was going to get badly hurt, he may as well do it with a cute girl on top of him. Quickly reaching the right spot, he stopped, looking upwards and waiting, wondering if he'd actually have to catch her or if one of the crazy guys up there would end up swooping down like a superhero or some shit to grab her before she even came close.
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I can't lose you now. How will I survive?
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Post by Melanie Rose on Feb 21, 2016 15:03:09 GMT -5
I didn't know what to do. We couldn't get inside the dome and Knuckles was about to die... WE wouldn't be able to stop the girl from doing what she was ordered to. That man was... He was awful. He was disgusting. He was... There weren't words for what he was.
Right before the sword came down, Kazzie pulled me into his chest. I buried my face and tried not to hear what was happening. It was no use. I heard the screams and the explosion. The noises blurred together. It was all just noise. One of Kazzie's hands loosened from me and i heard a loud thud. I didn't want to see. I didn't want any of this to happen. I just wanted to stop it.
I never thought i would have to witness my friends dying. It was terrifying. Everything Kazzie said to me suddenly made sense. He didn't want me to fight and this was why. I let a few tears stain his shirt. I knew this was going to be it. I held Kazzie close. If this was the last time, then i wanted to be able to hold him one last time.
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THE IRON DRAGON
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Post by Macht Stärke on Feb 22, 2016 22:46:52 GMT -5
Calming Macht at this point was damn near impossible, but there were very few people in the world who had any sway over him in the slightest. With his emotions so out of control, only someone he genuinely cared about could keep him from going over the edge, be it a brother in arms or the love of his life. In this case, luckily, Macht had the former at his side in Lexington, and as the man spoke he slowly regained his composure. Hands slammed into the ground and his teeth were gritted as he attempted to steel his nerves, eventually managing to nod in a pseudo-response to the man.
"They're gonna pay," Macht started slowly, putting an arm around Lex's shoulders and pushing himself up to a standing position. With one bloodshot eye, he looked into the man's own with a fire like no other that had ever been seen from him before. "You and me. We're gonna break these fucking walls down ourselves sooner or later, you hear me?"
He didn't have time to sit in his anger for long (un)fortunately, as the screens showed Alexei making another... strange, play. His eye shot upward as he saw both Ira and Xaier being launched off the building in some cruel ploy, and without hesitation he aimed his prosthetic arm skyward and fired himself into the air after Ira. Flying high and fast enough to catch her, his hand would reach for hers, only to pass through it. Frantically, he reached for her shirt, assuming he'd just missed, only to pass through that as well.
She was an illusion.
Eye wide, the airborne Starke scanned the area around him in a frenzy, but he was moving at such a speed that he could not do so competently. Where was Ira? Xaier? What did Alexei do with them?
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If I don't have to do it, I won't. If I have to do it, I'll make it quick.
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Post by "Xei" on Feb 26, 2016 20:39:15 GMT -5
It was all over.
Xei kept running. He didn't stop when he heard the yells. He didn't stop when he spotted those that attempted to save Xaier and Ira. He didn't stop as his anger mounted slowly, while he fumed silently beneath his calm demeanor.
He only stopped when he burst harshly into the hospital doors of the Apostle base, and allowed Ira and Xaier to fall from his grip and collapse into a heap on the ground. He breathed deeply and his eyes narrowed in annoyance when he was swamped with questions and people.
"Take care of this one." He pointed at Xaier. "I want an exact report on what happen to him, and while he is unconscious, take samples of his Qi energy and make sure that all his vital signs are alright."
"Tatiana, Ira" He addressed them in turn while their doctors scrambled off. "I want you guys to monitor the leaders of the gangs 24/7. The gangs that I want reports on are RIOT, Orochi, Lightning Gang, Hyperion and Apex Warriors. Do not engage any of them in combat, retreat if you must. I want reports on every single living soul that are in those gangs. Work together if you prefer."
"I also want reports on the activity of Leon Sudeki, Adrian 'Valo' Morei and Macht Starke." He snapped. "Also,"
His tone finally softened, as he touched Tatiana on the shoulder kindly. "Tatiana, do be careful." He said almost gently. "And..." He looked at her.
"Eradicate Hyperion if you deem them as dangerous."
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It's rewards time! So aside from the 1exp everyone received for participating (stated in the first post). Aside from them, you guys receive 3 custom tickets, along with a consumable:
Burn Away: When you use this consumable, the roar of Knuckles will resound across the arena you are in, and sending a crow to perch on your shoulder.The crow will neutralize the damage you receive in the last round and cut down 1/4 of the damage you received.
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Do look out for upcoming/existing events as well! Remember, your character stands a chance of receiving a high, titan or god tier item if they participate in events that are relevant to plot, so don't miss out of these events! (All of them are relevant to plot)
Blood Dragon Brawl - here -
There will be blood - here-
Dirty Paws - 27/2/2016-
Incoming Storm - 27/2/2016 -
We will have sign-ups for the last two tomorrow, on the said dates, (CST time), so don't miss out on them! All of you will be notified by a PM.
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Having perfected our disguise, we search for someone we can't fool.
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Post by Siobhan Arden on Feb 27, 2016 14:51:13 GMT -5
Siobhan realized it was all over when she watched the two minor Apostles be flung from the roof. And then Macht screaming below her. It was all rushing around her compacting itself into one sole figure that would not leave her vision. And no matter how she felt utterly alone in this world, or listened to fighters try to rally, friends and family deal with grief, the matter still reached deep into Siobhan's soul and dimmed its brightness. Knuckles was dead. For a second time, she watched her family crumble in front of her, for a second time she witnessed first-hand the death of an irreplaceable person, for the second time- Siobhan felt her heart break.
Fragile dolls were left in boxes, held on shelves, and in closets where they would never be broken- simply admired from the outside. Fragile dolls were not meant to tear open their packaging and seek out the cold tile floors beneath them in hopes that maybe they could fly instead. And even when she had been repaired the first time, the spiderweb of cracks still mapped across her face, a stark reminder to never again leap from a height she would never recover. And with every rung, Siobhan climbed higher, hoping to build wings along the way.
But you can't fly if you're dead.
Death stood before her, the last crumbling bits of hope crushed in his hand. Any chances of Siobhan ever flying away again blurred into the wind. Her legs trembled, face pale, and yet she didn't move when he came to grip her throat. "Time's up."
Siobhan ran.
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I can't lose you now. How will I survive?
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Post by Melanie Rose on Feb 28, 2016 20:03:41 GMT -5
I didn't know what was happening. I wanted to look. I wanted to help. I needed to. I had to.... do something. I just had to. I turned my head to look-if Kazzie let me- and looked at the scene ahead. There was blood everywhere. There wasn't much left of Knuckles. Xei was nowhere to be found. I saw a few flashes, i didn't know if it was a person or just a trick of my eyes.
I looked back up to Kazuya. My eyes threatening to spill over with tears again. Was it over? What would happen now? What would we do? What COULD we do?
"Was there anything we could have done?"
I felt absolutely useless. There was nothing. I could do nothing. I was useless.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Feb 29, 2016 13:57:38 GMT -5
His shirt saturated with Melanie's tears as she held him close, his eyes would watch as the others attempted to save Ira and the other Apostle... only to completely phase through them. An illusion. They had only thought they saw Ira fall, when in actuality, she wasn't even there to begin with. Feeling Melanie turn her head, he would pull away slightly from her, allowing her to look at the scene laid out before them. Blood, Knuckles' blood, splattered out everywhere, shards of glass strewn all around the perimeter of the building, he would turn his head to look down at Melanie, a grim look on his face seeing she was almost ready to cry again.
Shaking his head, even if they had managed to bring the building down, Zoe had been poised to execute Knuckles, and the chances of Macht reaching him in time were slim to none. Even with those chances though, they had been willing to take that chance and risk. None of them had been able to do a thing... and the price to pay, was Knuckles' life. His arms tightening around Melanie's waist, pulling her close, one way or another, he would make the Apostles pay for what they did. All the lives they took, he was pay back ten-fold. |
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