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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 Ira Defaire on May 2, 2016 6:06:37 GMT -5
OH WHEN I CALLED HER EVIL, ❝ It burns.
Her pale flesh smothered, but her eyes blazed with a kind of fury that mirrored the most devastating infernos. She took a deep breathe to look at him in the eye with a kind of grim satisfaction and the knowledge that she could harm him, as much as she wished, however she wished.
Letting out a shriek that mirrored a thrashing, wild animal, Ira looked at him. Without any regrets, with every deity, every human, every animal, and every single possible being beating down upon her, she plunged her sword ruthlessly right into Aldritch's Hexell heart.
The moment she plunged her sword right into his heart, two clones appeared, forming a triangle as they too, plunge their swords right into his thoracic curve, and the other, into his lumbar curve.
An explosion caused ground to detonate at everyone that was within 10 feet of her. The explosion proceeded to attack every part, every limb, every heart, that existed near her; regardless of friend or foe. Siobhan was barely away from the impact, but deep, deep, down, there was something to be grateful about--something to hope about.
The explosion proceed to destroy the tar of the ground into pieces, crackling up the roads as it blew everything away from Ira with a force that seemed relentless, even against the most malicious disaster nature could give. The ground cracked beneath her from the impact.
"Get the fuck away from me!" Ira screamed as the ground continue showering everyone with debris from the original impact. She flew upwards after blowing Aldritch away from her with the explosion. The explosion wasn't a joke; it detonated upon contact, and part of her, oh part of her, was wiping their hands off and looking down upon these mundanes, living a prosaic lives with a small bit of satisfaction that they could feel just a little pain.
Just a little.
stats lock: str: 05 - dex: 30 - con: 40 - wis: 105 - int: 150 - Cicero's Curse (Damage: 150) God tier qi 3 -- Once per 15 int, Ira may create an invisible force field that excludes an immense amount of heat as her eyes turned crimson in color. The force field is 10 feet, and will will shine as brightly as the sun, and will detonate upon contact with anyone within 10 feet radius of her. It will deal with them 100% of Ira's intelligence in damage to every single possible part of their body (crit points + hard points); a curse of Cicero has befallen them, and only the gods will know what happens after.
- Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi ( Damage 225 (x3)) Kusanagi no Tsurugi : A tattoo on the top of Ira's chest, this is symbolic of the blade Susano'o found within Yamata no Orochi after slaying it. Once per thread, in a round where she takes no offensive action, Ira can summon the Kusanagi no Tsurugi from her insides, unveiling a blade made entirely of steel. During this round and all that the blade is used in, Ira suffers from -50 to Con. Following this round, Ira may now wield the Kusanagi no Tsurugi for one post per 15 int. When striking with this blade, Ira deals 150% Int in damage. Simultaneously, the first strike she makes with it in any round it is used creates two "shadow" versions of herself that form a triangle around the opponent. These shadow versions mirror her own attacks, and deal damage equal to her own. Treated as three separate attacks, not one. After all uses have been exhausted, the sword is returned and Ira cannot make any offensive action for another round. During this time, however, she receives a boost of +50 Con for the duration.
- Reverie (speed: 150) The user may have a pair of icy wings springing from her back. The icy blue wings gleamed in the dark, and it allows her to glide/hover through the air at the speed of her full intelligence. One use per 15 intelligence.
SHE JUST LAUGHED. Gino Reisi `Alvari Aldritch Hexell Kazuya Hikari Siobhan Arden
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Post by Jack Griffin on May 2, 2016 6:48:06 GMT -5
...two...one- ah hah!
Jack had chosen the right moment to start moving. Aldritch was the first to attack, though Ira was quick on the draw with her devastating retaliation, and two of the other boys looked like they were about to engage as well. Jack's frown became a smile, as his head bowed a little and his eyes narrowed. This was more like it.
The soft sound of his steps grew louder, and more regular, as his walk became a jog and his jog became a run. Accelerating hard, Jack was closing the distance- and fast. His arms began to move in time, pumping along with his footsteps as he ratcheted up his speed all the way to sprinting pace. But unlike an ordinary track runner, his posture was slightly stooped, his gaze not quite ahead of him- and he wasn't going quite as fast as he could just yet.
And he wasn't charging in, either.
Instead of heading directly for Ira, or even straight into the fighting, Jack had turned slightly and was streaking towards the mayhem at an angle. Within a second or so, he'd pass by Kevin and Gino, and after that his course would take him dangerously close to Siobhan, but he wasn't on track to actually crash into anyone. A commitment to engage, but not yet attack.
In the instant before he closed in, however, Ira's power tore up the ground surrounding her. Jack was well out of range of the blast, though he winced slightly at the sudden bright light and rush of air. Nevertheless, he was paying careful attention at this moment. Things were being shaken up, and that meant openings would soon appear.
Statlock: STR: 21 [41 armed] | DEX: 20(75) | CON: 17 | WIS: 14(29) | INT: 10
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on May 2, 2016 7:42:11 GMT -5
You see, he wasn't prepared for a sword fight, he would've at least bought pipe.
Having enough time to reel his arms back in, Aldritch went ahead and tucked both his arms on to his torso as tight as he can in order to block the three simultaneous stabs.
Just before that, he felt something strange. It was the snake toxin escaping his pores.
Both hands blocked the middle of his chest with palms facing outwards, he thought maybe the blade was blunt, what a silly tought. The middle blade, the one which Ira shoved, cut his left hand clean from the wrist with all three blades piercing through the palm of his right hand. Aldritch clenched his right palm, stopping the blades. Immediately, he pushed himself away.
Looks like he'll have to train being right-handed now.
There was a delay from the pain, and just as he was feeling the agonizing pain from his cut off hand, there came an explosion. His ears ringed as he gritted his teeth, now his whole body was in pain.
"You lil'... Bitch..."
Aldritch gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. He's not falling, not now at least. He charged, now with less of an option in terms of punch attacks seeing how where his left hand was before is now but a bloody stump. Yet, he proceeded to charge towards her sending a quick uppercut towards her abdomen. Of course now, he's more wary of her sword.
Yup, he really is suicidal.
"You really are to die for"
Stats this round: BOLD=Stat change *STR:35 (102) | *DEX:35 (32) | *CON:35 ( 127) | *WIS:35 (32) | *INT:35 (69) Abilities used: >T1: Hell's Light [Once Per 5 Int]
Usage: When used, the user is able to imbue his attacks and any physical touch with heat that may burn anyone and anything he touches. During the duration of the ability, the user glows and will be able to illuminate the immediate area around him. If the user touches anything long enough, it might be set aflame, the fire will burn at the size of 1/8 feet of the user's Int.
T1 Int Pool: 3/13 Uses
>Hebi no Konran
Ability: Once per 15 Int, Aldritch's pores begin to exude the snake toxin, and he receives a Con buff equal to 25. Every use, attack received, and attack sent out, generates a single stack. After all uses have been exhausted, Aldritch gains a burst of 5 Con for every 1 stack he has built up, that lasts a total of 1/2 the rounds he is permitted to use this item, rounded down. (I.E. four uses = 2 rounds, 6 uses = 3 rounds, 9 rounds = 4 uses, etc.)
Hebi no Konran Stacks: 6
T3 Int Pool: 1/4 Uses
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Post by Siobhan Arden on May 2, 2016 12:50:52 GMT -5
| [attr="class","harum"]JUST BELIEVE AGAIN EVERY MESSAGE IT WOULD LEAVE HER, THE NEXT WAVE CAREFULLY ERASED
| Siobhan attributed Ira's reaction to her akin of a cornered animal. From how the girl shrieked and spoke so bitterly, all of it stemmed from a deeply rooted pain. Siobhan could empathize; both girls had their hearts broken so cruelly, it could only manifest outwards as a fury that erupted from the depths of their souls. And as the girl slaughtered the boy in front of her, who was the easiest scapegoat Ira could manage to lay hands on, Siobhan envisioned the girl to be the most beautiful tempest yet to witness. The very earth crumbled with her power, and staggered any who dared to come near her again.
A power so similar to Siobhan who had yet to release the same kind of venom to the others who had failed to protect her, the girl felt a smile grace her featured. If Ira were to turn to her, the wind whipping brutally, gravel stinging her cheeks she would see the girl looking up with a face of understanding and approval. Sloane's voice melted into sugar water and warm honey, rasping hot and vicious thoughts into her ear. Briefly she cast her eyes about the wreckage, wondering who was left to stand against this fire, this queen who ruled the skies.
Siobhan dared them to claw at her wings, because her own daggers would sheath themselves to their ankles, dragging them deep into the depths where her own enemies resided.
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Post by Ira Defaire on May 3, 2016 4:50:58 GMT -5
OH, WHEN I CALLED HER EVIL ❝ Staring at Aldritch after his absurd comment, Ira began feeling a small pool of annoyance at her failure to injure him badly enough to ensure that he couldn't move. However, deep within, there was a small void of regret that was rapidly causing fissures in the supposed stabilized ground of her mind. Was she that accustomed to killing, to a point where she would be indifferent to killing another she once deemed close to her? Perhaps so. With that burden in mind, she propelled backwards, right into the air diagonally. Unfortunately, before she could do so, she was stunned enough by the albino's comment to a point where she spiraled upwards, and her hands clamped onto her gut with a small wince. She wasn't distracted enough for the silver aura to cloak her that merely split second before he did. Even so, it was careless. Stupid, stupid. She cursed internally she did not attack. The rose-gold, metallic flower among the mass of her dark hair gleamed in a conniving manner. Truly, her words could be as infantile as her outward appearances, and Ira frowned, whilst she propelled herself backwards, before halting by digging her feet into the gravel of the road. Pebbles skittered about as she did, and Aldritch was regarded for a brief second, with an expression that no one could decipher. "It's not too late to run away."
stats lock: str: 05 - dex: 30 - con: 150 - wis: 105 - int: 150
- Queen of Hearts (constitution: 150) This allows Ira to create a barrier around her body. When activated, Ira would be seen wearing an armor. The entire barrier has the constitution of her full INT. Once per 20 INT.
- Neptune's temperament (priming) Once per 25 Int, Ira can create a dome with a radius of 10 feet that has a Con stat equal to her total Int stat. The dome blocks the victim from seeing what is outside; it's an entirely opaque dome with planetary movements charted on it as a design. They would feel immensely cold inside the dome. They can, however, see what is inside the dome. Those who are within five feet inside or outside of the edges of the dome when it is erected take splash damage equal to 50% of her Int stat. To break through the dome, players must either wait a round and leave after it expires, or deal damage equal to, or exceeding, its Con value to break a hole in the area they strike.
- Time-walker (112.5 dex) She may manipulate the dimension of time, allowing her to move at a boost of 3/4 her int. Once per 10 intelligence.
SHE JUST LAUGHED. Gino Reisi `Alvari Aldritch Hexell Kazuya Hikari Siobhan Arden Jack Griffin
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Post by Leon Sudeki on May 3, 2016 11:49:47 GMT -5
Leon watched, his grin still plastered on his face, stained in crimson that was drying on his face now cracking in places. He'd step forward onto the ledge, then off falling to the ground with all his weight, up-heaving dirt, rocks, and cement. Yet from the plume cloud Leon would walk forward, the pain a mild annoyance compared to the fight he had on the roof. He'd watch the battle intently still, ignoring Kazuya for now. He wondered how far Ira would go in this instance, and besides that, would Aldritch go just as far to keep up?
His chuckle would return at the thought. However the blood shed between the two already got Leon's blood pumping. There would be more... Or else.
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Post by Lexington on May 3, 2016 13:04:30 GMT -5
Lexington heard a commotion going on outside and it caught his attention. He dropped his pen and looked outside to see people flying around, it looked like a free for all. Unfortunately, Lex wasn't really in any mood to fight, picking up his knapsack and his pen, Lexington quickly ran out to the battlefield and took a seat by a picnic bench not too far off. "Huh, looks like im a little late to this party" He said as he unraveled his sack and looked for a granola bar he stashed.
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on May 3, 2016 17:34:36 GMT -5
Aldritch propelled himself backwards just as Ira did, putting more distance between them. She didn't retaliate, how nice. She's a dangerous girl alright, both on far and melee range. He needed some countermeasures for her blade, at least when he has, hell have no trouble rushing in. But for now, it's time for some literal out fighting.
Although first things first, he was losing blood, he needed to stop it. Holding the stump of his cut off hand with his right hand, Aldritch began to burn it. He burned it just enough to stop most of the bleeding and close at least a fair bit of the loose skin. It looked painful, but it's even more painful to experience. He really did fuck himself this time.
Aldritch then started scooping up big chunks of the cracked concrete. All thanks to the explosion that Ira made, he now has a fair amount of ammo. With only his right hand, Aldritch began throwing them towards the brunette, chunk after chunk. With his mere power, it was probably enough to embed the thrown chunks on concrete, at least he thinks so. He threw the first chunk with a spin. After releasing the chunk of concrete, he spun once more with a crouch to scoop up his second chunk.
"Y'know, that armor looks nice on you..."
With a running start, he threw the second one with all his might. However, he held his third and last chunk that time for a bit longer, he waited for to blaze in flames.
The third chunk of concrete in his hand, now turned into a fireball with a nine foot flame engulfing it. As always, he threw it as hard as he can aiming for the girl. If only he had his other hand then he would've thrown double the ammount, but oh well, it would do for now.
"...Too bad it won't help that much."
Stats this round: * BOLD=Stat change *STR:35 (102) | *DEX:35 (32) | *CON:35 (102) | *WIS:35 (32) | *INT:35 (69) Abilities used: >T1: Hell's Light [Once Per 5 Int]
Usage: When used, the user is able to imbue his attacks and any physical touch with heat that may burn anyone and anything he touches. During the duration of the ability, the user glows and will be able to illuminate the immediate area around him. If the user touches anything long enough, it might be set aflame, the fire will burn at the size of 1/8 feet of the user's Int.
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Post by Ira Defaire on May 4, 2016 1:17:13 GMT -5
FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER ❝ The new found thrill of fighting kept her aware, and her shackles rose when he charged. Aldritch Hexell was colossally stupid, Ira cursed him once more, and waited for him to close the distance between the two. The flames might have taken a toil on her stamina, she wasn't close to defeat--and neither was he, it seemed. She didn't want to risk ignominious results either by relenting, and humoring him by saying two simple words, "Screw you." Aldritch took it upon himself to respond to her insult, and she glanced at him with a defiant squint before taking a deep breath and flinging her soda can right at his crotch once more. And then it hit. A soft dome coalesced on the floor, circling Aldritch wildly before raising up 10 feet to trap him within. Externally, the dome was displayed as a midnight-blue sky, with constellations charted and swirling about frantically on the surface. Everything would be entire devoid of sound and sight for him--Ira had truly thrown him into an accursed void. She stood outside of the dome, unrelenting and unloving, Before he vanished, both of them -excuse the pun- left on rocky terms, and met once more, in a rocky place. The situation was an unforeseeable one, and it left a sharp and sour taste in her mouth. "You know what else would look good on me?" Ira shot back as she flew into the air once more, knowing perfectly well that the voice, and only voice he could hear was hers, despite the fact that he couldn't see her. "Your head in my hands." Shutting her mouth after, she flew to the back of the dome, where his back was to, and waited, with Kusanagi gleaming; an amused sword of a stinging magician. "That sounded wrong." Ira muttered as an afterthought. - - -
stats lock: str: 05 - dex: 30 - con: 90 - wis: 105 - int: 150
- Soda can (225 dmg, 225 dex) Once per 25 Int, the user can create and throw a can of soda at a target for a damage output equal to 125% of her total intelligence. Additionally, this can explodes upon contact, dealing splash damage of 50% of her int to anyone within a five-foot radius of the target. (splash damage: 75dmg)
- Neptune's temperament (con 187) Once per 25 Int, Ira can create a dome with a radius of 10 feet that has a Con stat equal to her total Int stat. The dome blocks the victim from seeing what is outside; it's an entirely opaque dome with planetary movements charted on it as a design. They would feel immensely cold inside the dome. They can, however, see what is inside the dome. Those who are within five feet inside or outside of the edges of the dome when it is erected take splash damage equal to 50% of her Int stat. To break through the dome, players must either wait a round and leave after it expires, or deal damage equal to, or exceeding, its Con value to break a hole in the area they strike. (splash damage : 75)
- Reverie (speed: 187)
The user may have a pair of icy wings springing from her back. The icy blue wings gleamed in the dark, and it allows her to glide/hover through the air at the speed of her full intelligence. One use per 15 intelligence.
- Ring of the Bog Ring of the Bog: (GOD ITEM. CANNOT BE TRADED. CANNOT BE UPGRADED.) This ornate ring has a rather large diamond with an L etched into it, perfect for punching your problems away. One round per 20 Int, there will be an invisible force field in the area where her other abilities are all treated as being one tier higher for the same cost. Bog arena's radius is equal to 1 foot per 2 Int. Does not count as one of the three powers used in a round so long as two other ability types are used.
AND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM. Gino Reisi `Alvari Aldritch Hexell Kazuya Hikari Siobhan Arden Jack Griffin
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Post by Aldritch Hexell on May 4, 2016 21:25:56 GMT -5
Ain't no nothing's hitting his dick anytime soon... but I guess it already happened so...
Hitting him right in the crotch, Aldritch gritted his teeth and hissed before eventually letting out a growl.
"I'LL FUCKIN' SPAY YOU!"
Believe him, he will.
The attack sent the albino a few feet backwards, and as he did, a dome began to circle around him. Even if he wanted to run out whilst the dome was being made, he doubted it would be possible, besides, he's currently laying on the floor pounding his fists. Seems like it, he has absolutely nothing he can do about the dome for now. It was probably best to start thinking for a plan of attack. What about coleslaw?
Well? What about it?
Flinging his coleslaw bomb upwards to hit the dome's ceiling, it would explode, covering the whole dome in slippery veggieness. He would only guess how the dome would hopefully disappear, and once it does, all the coleslaw inside it would hopefully rain down on anyone around him. Just like a piñata filled with coleslaw. What a surprise would it be.
Having nothing else to do, Aldritch kept laying on the dome's coleslaw covered floor. He then knocked.
"Knock knock..." He would say. If someone were to care to ask 'who's there?', he'd reply.
"Coleslaw..."
Stats this round: * BOLD=Stat change *STR:35 (102) | *DEX:35 (32) | *CON:35 (102) | *WIS:35 (32) | *INT:35 (69) Abilities used:
Coleslaw Bomb: (Consumable): Nobody likes coleslaw. Nobody, and that is the very reason this nefarious contraption came to be. This bomb explodes into a mess of the worst side-dish imaginable when it makes contact with any surface. Everything within a 10 foot radius from the point of impact is covered in a slimy mess! All parties caught in the explosion become slippery for three rounds. This includes sliding along the surface they walk on, and strikes can slip off of their intended targets. Likewise, strikes can slip off of them as well. Does not need to be treated as actual coleslaw. We understand.
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Post by Jack Griffin on May 5, 2016 0:55:07 GMT -5
Jack had been holding back, hoping to get a solid idea of each fighter's position, but it was becoming more and more clear that this was pretty damn hard to do. Siobhan was easy enough, having remained relatively passive so far, but Gino and Kevin hardly seemed to be moving, even as Aldritch and Ira rapidly attacked and counterattacked with immensely powerful moves. An uneven battlefield, and one Jack needed to figure out, fast.
Ira was his target, but as things stood, he wouldn't be able to get close to her or Hexell without getting fried. He had a plan for that, when the time came, but right now there was too much potential interference, too many players still on the field. That needed to change.
Jack's course changed, suddenly swerving to one side, re-positioning.
Siobhan may have been on her own and in the open, but although she seemed to be paying close attention to Aldritch and Ira, she was likely watching for an attack. Gino and Kevin, on the other hand, were close together, as one attacked the other. Easier targets... but also less of a threat. A tricky decision. But then who said he couldn't try for all three?
His little turn served to bring him closer to both of the boys, and ensuring that he'd pass behind Gino's back. Now, he swerved again, and crashed straight into the boy from behind, slamming an elbow into his spine. It was a sneak attack, a strike from behind while his opponent was distracted by Kevin, difficult to anticipate and even more difficult to defend against. Even if his target had been on guard against other strikes, Jack was traveling at a speed roughly equivalent to a car streaking down a freeway, and his sudden change of direction left little time to even react, let alone avoid or defend against.
It was very likely that Gino would take a sudden and massive hit from this- but the strike wasn't only aimed at him. Kevin had moved into close quarters with the boy, attempting to uppercut him, and this had not escaped Jack's notice. Alvari would probably find that his attack struck home- but Gino in turn would be flung straight into him by the impact from behind. One boy hit by an elbow, which would likely jeopardize any defense he might have mustered against Kevin's uppercut, and the second boy hit by the first, as Jack's attack forced Gino into Kevin. The latter attack was indirect, and would likely have less of an impact, but Jack was counting on the two being hurt and possibly knocked over, and having to disentangle themselves after the fact. If he was lucky, he'd take one or both of them out, if not, they'd have to get off each other and find their feet before they could make any attempt to come after Jack.
Because he was already moving on to his next target.
If Jack's sudden strike worked as he'd planned, he wouldn't follow it up. Instead, his arm would open up and snap out, pushing off Gino, using the momentary contact to redirect himself before dashing away, now running straight towards Siobhan Arden.
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Post by Ira Defaire on May 5, 2016 5:20:20 GMT -5
LET IT BE KNOWN THAT ONE CAN SMILE, AND SMILE ❝ Ira scrunched her face up as the dome dissipated. However, as she observed the coleslaw with a sour expression, she sprung up into the air and simply launched another soda can at Aldritch's back, before he could spin around. She sealed her mouth shut for a little, understanding that making the slightest noise in the battle could be a crucial pivotal point. She wasn't interested in intensely poetic words to describe her situation, she merely wanted to find the most cruel, cutting type of words that could sear into another's gut, and lacerate Aldritch with them until she was satisfied. She hovered higher and higher into the sky, while her eyes remained on the ground. Come get me, she seemed to say, but her mouth no longer retained that little ghost of anger that wanted to wreck havoc. On the contrary, she felt a type of deadly calm that made her muscles tensed and her teeth grit. Her hands clenched and fell to her sides as she stood there, awaiting him to reach where she was--15 feet off the ground. Her time was running out. Meeting his blood-red eyes with her own scarlet-tinged ones, she calmly waited. She wanted to finish this soon, and both of them seemed to be nearing their end. However, for the others, it seemed to be quite the opposite--merely the beginning. Making her decision quickly, bells rang softly in the distance. Hurry up, Al. Hurry the fuck up.- - -
stats lock: str: 05 - dex: 30 - con: 90 - wis: 105 - int: 150
- Soda can (225 dmg, 225 dex) Once per 25 Int, the user can create and throw a can of soda at a target for a damage output equal to 125% of her total intelligence. Additionally, this can explodes upon contact, dealing splash damage of 50% of her int to anyone within a five-foot radius of the target. (splash damage: 75dmg)
- Reverie (speed: 187) The user may have a pair of icy wings springing from her back. The icy blue wings gleamed in the dark, and it allows her to glide/hover through the air at the speed of her full intelligence. One use per 15 intelligence.
- White Void (Priming) While reversing the space-time continuum, she may create a white hole that generates a powerful shock wave that damages everyone within ten feet from the point of impact for a force of seventy-five percent of her intelligence. The shock wave cannot be seen, but the force field would generate waves of energy that could be felt. Once per 20 intelligence.
- Ring of the Bog Ring of the Bog: (GOD ITEM. CANNOT BE TRADED. CANNOT BE UPGRADED.) This ornate ring has a rather large diamond with an L etched into it, perfect for punching your problems away. One round per 20 Int, there will be an invisible force field in the area where her other abilities are all treated as being one tier higher for the same cost. Bog arena's radius is equal to 1 foot per 2 Int. Does not count as one of the three powers used in a round so long as two other ability types are used.
AND STILL BE A VILLAIN. Gino Reisi `Alvari Aldritch Hexell Kazuya Hikari Siobhan Arden Jack Griffin
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Post by `Alvari on May 7, 2016 6:13:31 GMT -5
Jack just hit someone in the back and soed off like a typical California asshole driver. Everyone learns to fit in somehow.
The timing of things made it less that Gino got pinballed into Kevin's uppercut and more that Gino's head and neck ended up running into Kevin's forearm. What's worse is that Gino's weight came barrelling awkwardly into Kevin, toppling him over. He barely caught a flash of blonde hair before he was sent on his back. "Augh!" Kevin shouted as Gino crashed into him. It caught him off guard more than it actually hurt. Kevin laid there with Gino on top of him for a short time before shoving the Italian off of himself and rising to his feet...
And Kevin was PISSED.
Aside from wanting to put Gino out on his own, Kevin wasn't a fan of jumping people unnecessarily. Jack committed both sins in assaulting Hino from behind. Whipping his neck to and fro to take in his surroundings, Kevin spotted Jack sprinting in another direction. Without saying a word, Kevin charged in with fists cocked back. If Jack didn't see him, Kevin would return the favor in the form of a left and right hook from behind that were aimed for Jack's jawline.
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Post by Gino Reisi on May 7, 2016 17:00:57 GMT -5
Gino Reisi is not a kind person;
Gino's face was blank, but he rose and tilted his head as he gazed blankly at Kevin running after a mop of strawberry blonde hair. His head hurt, and so did a lot of other parts, but he simply stood up anyways, because he did manage to shift in ways that meant he didn't get the brunt of those attacks. They still hit, and he has to take a moment to regain his breathing, but they're nothing he isn't used to, so he's fine. The blonde's sneak attack made his back ache though, fucking Jesus, Gino kind of really wants to shoot him dead–
Wait.
He can shoot the guy, can't he?
His face is still passive, his back still aches, but Gino holds out his right hand so the sun glints off his black mood ring. (Still showing a color of black, because Gino is a bit irritated and discontent, but not to the point to make it change its color, since he's an emotionless little shit.) There is no chant like in cliches, no words eliciting from his lips to bring attention to him like in those animes, but what may garner some looks is the black color of the mood ring coming out into the atmosphere, forming an ashy powder that's shifting and converging until it's no longer just a ring but a gun, snug in the Italian's hand.
For the first time today, Gino smiles. It's an unconscious thing, but he can't help but grin a bit at the familiar weight of cold hard metal in his hand, and God, he's missed this.
Wasting no time, the Italian raises the gun without any preamble. Kevin just went forward to punch the blond, and Gino takes the chance of the blond having his attention on Kevin to shoot him in the leg.
Taking off the safety is easy, and pulling the trigger even more so, his hands are steady like they always are, no shaking in them because Gino is many things but hesitant to shoot is not one of them. The leg would be the best choice so it would be harder for the blonde to move, make his steps unsteady when he goes to fight someone else, and maybe it'll even make him crumple when hot speeding metal meets flesh and maybe bone, and Gino would definitely have no qualms to take that moment of weakness and exploit it.
( He's not completely rude though, he made sure not to hit the femoral artery. If he did, then the blonde is in for bleeding and high chance of death. So really. He's thinking while shooting. )
Gino's pretty damn sure his bullet hits on course, because he's confident but not to the point it's crippling, but if it didn't, it probably hit Kevin, and eh. Whatever.
The gun disappears back into the mood ring as if it was never there a few seconds after the bullet leaves, and if anyone looked towards Gino, he'd be silently lamenting that he couldn't shoot the guy a few more times before dashing forwards himself to try and uppercut Kevin, hoping the guy had a moment of shock at someone being shot right next to him to take him by surprise.
Black Mood Ring ; Once per 20 intelligence, a pair of ebony gun will manifest in Gino's dominant hand, and he can shoot someone with the gun. One use = one bullet. The bullets travel at 100% of his intelligence.
HE MAY BE A BIT OF A SOCIOPATH
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Post by Siobhan Arden on May 7, 2016 17:40:59 GMT -5
| [attr="class","harum"]JUST BELIEVE AGAIN EVERY MESSAGE IT WOULD LEAVE HER, THE NEXT WAVE CAREFULLY ERASED
| Siobhan's eyes rolled over to the boy charging at her, and at first, she regarded him mildly, musing at what exactly he might think he was trying to pull off. But then his face came into view better and suddenly it was the cheery boy from the plane ride, demanding answers out of her lifeless corpse that could barely breathe past the water she was vomiting in an effort to survive.
If Siobhan hated one thing it was ignorance.
And this child was by no means above it either. From his confident strides, he intended to hit her. The idea of being nice was quickly passed out the window when the next pane of memory flashed from the back of her mind. Hadn't this boy- asked Ira? how she was on that plane? Siobhan was definitely good at pinning relationships, and while definitely at the time had been at a disadvantage, she wasn't stupid.
Her lips puckered quickly, eyes narrowing in annoyance. Siobhan didn't know the whole story and frankly didn't care to. Only one thing was clear in her mind: Ira was wounded by how she was screaming in the air, some fifteen feet above the others, and yet this blonde still wanted a fight? A growl sounded deep in her throat, Siobhan's passive stance no longer becoming so neutral after all.
"So. I guess I look like an easy target."
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