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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO.
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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Post by Arose Yamato on Mar 23, 2015 20:08:39 GMT -5
As the potentials would step into the shipyard, they would be met with a slight chill from the cool breeze. Upon exploring, they would find the shipyard completely devoid of any living soul. The largest ship in the yard could be seen from any angle of the yard. Flying boldly and with unwavering conviction atop that ship was a large flag bearing the crest of a Phoenix emblem. It appeared before the students as a beacon of hope that seemed to draw them in. Once they reached the ship, they would notice that it indeed read MV-Phoenix, the ship they were told to look for.
The students would find a set of rolling stairs fastened to the ship to allow them to board. The lights on the deck would be on, with arrows guiding the way for the young travelers. Upon arriving on the ship, they would notice Yuy Corp emblems. Originally this ship had been used as a cruse ship by the Yuy Corp for employees and their families, but they had since purchased a newer ship for that purpose. This one had now been sitting in the shipyard unused. Despite the lack of use the ship seemed to be in perfect condition. This in combination of the Yuy Corp symbols might lead one to believe that Shugo Yuy had secretly been aboard this ship in his absence. His absence of course meaning the time since the NYPD had proclaimed the boy was dead. No body had been found, but there was enough evidence to call the case a homicide and pronounce Shugo Yuy dead.
The arrows would continue to lead inside of the ship into a reception hall. The reception hall was well lit and decorated as if for a party. Tables were adorned with fine silverware, beautiful blue tablecloths, and gorgeous center pieces. To the side of the room, a buffet of appetizers had been spread out with non-alcoholic drinks. And at the very end of the room... there he was... sitting in a large throne-like chair with an equally massive dog laying in front of him lazily was Arose Yamato, the man who called this entire event.
[[OoC: I'll do my best to keep this going one round with 24 hours. If you want an invite to this thread, send me a PM on Shugo Yuy or message me in the Chatbox or on Skype.]]
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Post by Levi Kayamei on Mar 23, 2015 20:47:24 GMT -5
Levi smiled as he folded the letter, placing it in his dresser and walking to his closest to find something nice to wear.
Interesting...
Levi had learned much from his time in the Yakuza, despite his young age. One of those things was that information was power. The message was interesting on it's own merit, but the more connections Levi could have, the better, especially since Mikey hated surprises. A group rising up to get in Riot's way was something Mikey would want to know about. Twenty minutes before the time on the letter, Levi donned his black business suit, not unlike those of the Yakuza and drove to the south shipyard, parking in a nearby residential block and walking the rest of the way.
Nice...
Levi paused his gait to admire the ship before walking up the stairs, noting the Yuy emblems and the arrows that he assumed would direct him to the man who invited him to this party. Sure enough, eventually he walked into a large ballroom decorated for a party. Levi scanned the room, noting it's features before spying the man of the hour. Levi approached casually, hands at his sides, paying mind to the dog. He stopped a respectful distance from the dog before speaking cordially.
"My facilitator I presume?"
It didn't take genius to make the assumption, though Levi was aware that he could very well be wrong. If he was, he was still addressing the only other person in the room at the time.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 23, 2015 20:57:44 GMT -5
Macht pocketed his letter, a look of indifference on his face. He'd called for something similar, and it was a call made to everyone at #552 - he got a handful of people out of it. The letters told him this was something much more personal, and with such a huge drop-out rate, he figured it was a waste of time. Still, he would check it out, seeing as this was almost identical to the pitch he made for Equilibrium.
Macht showed up to the pier on a motorcycle, parking adjacent to Levi. He was clad in a white suit, from the jacket all the way to the shoes. His tie was loose, and his shirt was untucked, however, making his look more of a casual one than a formal one. Without much admiration for the scenery, he made his way to the specified location.
Arriving in the hall, Macht immediately spotted Levi and Arose, a small frown crossing onto his face. Wordlessly, he simply took a seat at the back of the hall and waited for things to kick off.
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Post by Raina Scylar on Mar 23, 2015 23:31:58 GMT -5
Tears rained down on the letter in the girl's hand. Like the heaven's themselves welcomed a new angel into their bosom. The girl did not know how to handle the news. Shugo Yuy is dead. Shugo... Her friend is.. dead. Was she really cut out to answer this call? Was she strong enough to take care of what was needed to be done. Was she really strong enough to fight in his name? He was a pillar, one of the best in the school, and yet he never treated her like an invalid. He was her friend. One of the few she had. She cherished his friendship, even if it was a budding one.
She had to answer this invite. In his memory she must become strong and defend the ones who cannot. She searched her closet for something nice, but all the colors made her cringe. Color is not something she needed right now. She needed something. Something that was the absence of color. She needed something black. A shade that was unusual to be clad on her form. She pulled out something she has never worn. A long silk dress that exposed her chest and was split on the left leg. She pulled on a pair of fishnet stockings and black stilettos and reread the letter before walking out of her room. Rose, her Guardian, watched her walk down the spiral stairs of their luxurious manor. Her eyes full of worry and concern. She tried to speak to the girl as she passed her but all replied was, "I.. I can't right now. I'll be back soon."
She had never been to the Southern Ship Yard. This place was new to her. It was quiet. Very Quiet. The only sound heard was the sound of her heels clacking against the stone ground. Her long pink hair swaying in the breeze as she walked through the night. She found the ship "MV-Pheonix" and slowly walked into it. She followed the arrows down until she noticed the Yuy Family Emblem embroidered on the wall. She had to stop and pay her respects, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She shook her head a little and brought herself back to her senses and continued through the passageways.
She finally entered the reception hall and saw the lights and the lavish surroundings. She walked right up to the man sitting in the lavish throne-like chair and stopped in front of him and the huge dog. She bowed politely, like she has done a thousand times and spoke and her angelic voice, "Raina Lynna Dawne Scylar, Reporting."
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 24, 2015 0:55:22 GMT -5
Vivi sat on the edge of her bed, and gritted her teeth as she read her letter. Why anyone would recruit her to help was beyond her. Then again, she had been improving… but she had a feeling this might have to do with the fact that she had tried to stand up to Riot in the first place. Dress formally…? Dammit.
Vivi didn’t own a single scrap of formal clothing, so she opted to look through some of the clothing Stormy grew out of. Fortunately, she found something that fit. She didn’t know if it could be considered formal, but it was at least more feminine, and nicer than her typical attire. Stormy insisted she clip her bangs out of her face and wear high heels, but Vivi refused. There was no way she was wearing those freaking lady-stilts, and she still had an ugly gash on her forehead from when the masked rioter slammed her face into the ground. Sadly, even thought she didn’t clip them back, it was still painfully visible. Vivi arrived at the pier wearing a dark fuchsia button up top, a pale lavender skirt, black tights, and a pair of boots, hoping they’d suit the occasion to a certain extent. The small violet haired girl ascended the stairs to the boat, and headed inside, a little bit surprised at how nice everything was. Not really having anything to say, she came to a halt near the table, and kept silent.
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Post by Adrian "Valo" Morei on Mar 24, 2015 1:42:57 GMT -5
I refuse to believe that you're gone.
"The MV-Phoenix? You have to be kidding me..."
Valo crumpled up the letter and tossed it into the trash can, grabbing his jacket and leaving his home. Climbing onto his motorcycle, he drove off quickly towards the South Ship Yard. It wasn't too far from his location, and he was sure he'd make it on time. The letter said to dress formally, but he was far from it. Brown leather jacket, black shirt, and black jeans. He didn't even care right now.
As the wind hit him in the face, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. Another reminder of the truth that Shugo was dead, and he still didn't want to believe it. Valo and Shugo helped work on the MV-Phoenix together, and he didn't give any authorization to use it. He wasn't going there to attend, but rather to get answers. He had no idea who had organized the event, as it didn't state a name, and he was sure that Yuy Corp wouldn't just hand out their ship like that.
Arriving at the pier, he would park his motorcycle near the others, climbing off and proceeding towards the ship. It was indeed the MV-Phoenix, and there was no mistaking that. Following the arrows as he boarded the ship, he would pass by several others, likely here for the same purposes. He wandered into the main reception hall, seeing how well decorated it was. The first thing he looked for was where the facilitator could be, and he figured the 'throne' at the end was the most obvious thing.
Time for some answers... he thought as he approached quickly, noting the small crowd forming around. He would move to the front, stopping short of the dog, and he would see Raina for a moment, stopping in his tracks. "Raina... you're..." She was here. And the two hadn't seen each other in so long. But now wasn't the time for that, he would confront her later. Turning to the facilitator, he saw someone he knew very well.
"Arose... you arranged this little event? How did you get ahold of the MV-Phoenix? I gave no authorization for this..."
He had dropped the formalities, despite Arose being a teacher he respected. He was far too angry about this.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2015 5:42:06 GMT -5
Tsubame scratched her head as she looked over the letter she had been sent. "So then...what is this?" Turning the letter over she looked over the blank back before going back to the envelope, her inner detective mind working over time. "Shugo is dead then. Not sure I fully belive that" Folding it back up she stuck it inside of her jacket pocket. "Dress formally then? Well then...I suppose a fancier jacket then...hmm" She had to think about that one, after all she normally wore business casual.
A few hours later she was walking towards the ship that she had been instructed to meet at. The short girl was wearing an navy blue Armani trench coat under which she wore a light blue dress shirt and a yellow tie.Visually it was not much different than her normal clothes but ths outfit cost far more. as she reached the ship the Yuy corporation logos jumped out at her as she narrowed her eyes. "How interesting." Making her into the ship she followed the arrow to the reception hall. "so then what is all this I wonder" She muttered to herself before making her way over to a far wall studying the room and everyone in it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2015 10:14:29 GMT -5
The paper crumpled in her hands. So, the rumors were true. Her friend, the kind boy who bought her lunch, who took charge on the runaway bus and trusted her intelligence...he was dead. A brilliant spark gone off the face of the earth, just like that. Her eyes were wide, shining like dark green emeralds as she stared at the words, now slightly askew from the death grip she had on the paper. She would not cry, in her company they celebrated the life of the one who passed, not mourned their death. Though her chest was tight, she forced herself to focus on the good he had brought the world and what she could do to perpetuate his goodness.
Mireli did not quite understand the concept of formal attire. She wasn't born and raised in a world of suits and ties, but she knew the circus performers dressed to the nines on performance nights. So that was what she did. She showed up on the docks in a green cloak that covered her body for warmth, the hood up and shielding her eyes. Once she was inside, she took a look around at those who had gathered and discarded her cloak in a smooth movement. Beneath it she wore green and black striped leggings under tall black boots, a black and green leotard and jacket whose tails covered her sides and back like a short shirt. A small top hat perched on her head, seemingly defying gravity when really it was clipped to her long dark hair. Her eyes were lined with dark liner, her sign of mourning, and her lips were pressed together in a firm line.
She didn't speak in greeting, simply looking around at those gathered and the adult figure everyone seemed angled toward. She faintly recognized the blonde boy and the blue haired girl in the fuschia from the bus incident, as well as from the search for Shugo. It had been a very long day, lots of chasing shadows, but in the end it had been too late.
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Post by Lexington on Mar 24, 2015 12:21:54 GMT -5
Lexington rode up to the pier on the same bicycle that he 'borrowed' from some teenager a few days back. The bicycle handlebars were kept stable with his right hand as he read the letter that was in his left hand for a second time. He folded it up and looked around for a ship that read MV-Phoenix. It actually wasn't hard to find since it was the biggest one there. Skidding to a stop, Lexington dropped the kickstand and left the 6-speed bike in a parking lot space. "This should be more than formal enough" Lexington was wearing a Black and Purple Coogi sweater vest, underneath was a flat purple dress shirt. Down below, Black pleated dress pants with black loafers. To finish it all off he pulled out a purple clip on bow-tie with white polka dots.
Working up a light jog, Lex made his over to the ship "I'm so fancy, you already knoow" He cut himself off when he jogged up the set of stairs. Before entering he turned around "Fashionably late as always..." The fancy teen followed the arrows and came to a large room. Ooh theres Levi! Ooh theres Vivi too and Macht. Hey even the hot chick that likes to climb hospitals is here too. Lex was taken aback by how many familiar faces were attending. Most of the people he had met in class with the exception of Macht and two others. Lexington decided to tone down his energy, so he walked over to Macht and took a seat next to him. "Yo man, didn't think I'd run into you here. How're things goin?" Lex kept his voice low, but loud enough for Macht to hear.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2015 13:18:33 GMT -5
Alicia was in the middle of trying on shoes at home when a letter was slipped under the front door. The teen could care less who it was from, only wanting to know what the contents held. It was neatly written. "Death? ...Everybody dies." Alicia shrugged and tossed the note aside. "Formal attire?" She checked herself out and nodded. "This is going to take a while." The teen pondered the thought of actual going. Would she get in trouble for not arriving at the designated place? Who else was going to be there? "Maybe if I do this then I'll be more popular. Maybe it'll make me feel better." She rolled her golden eyes at herself before throwing on an outfit she'd picked during the thinking process. "What do you think Oreo?" The black and white cat turned away and walked off so Alicia threw a pillow at the animal. "Screw you, bitch. I'm goin'~ Ain't nobody tell me what to do."After an hour of procrastinating, changing outfits numerous times, and arguing with a cat, Alicia finally arrived at MV-Phoenix. Or at least the spot it was in since it was a ship of course. Her heeled boots, matching the outfit she'd chosen, clicked with every step. Alicia had trouble finding the hall being the ditz she is, but eventually, she'd managed to reach where the arrows pointed to completely ignoring her surroundings.The teen spotted Mireli and stood next to her, knowing the little girl the best. She hugged Mireli from the side but said nothing, also not realizing Mireli's sorrow. Or anybody else's for that matter. Alicia still didn't know who Shugo Yuy was, not having become acquainted with the stranger before, and did not care about his death.
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Post by Shugo Yuy™ on Mar 24, 2015 17:43:46 GMT -5
"Take it easy on him Valo. We know his pea sized brain's probably tired after scheming this whole thing up."
Hands tucked into his pocket, the blue haired boy would step into the room bearing a smile on his face. He wore a slim fitted black suit, a crisp, white dress shirt underneath. Bringing the look together was a silk red tie and a simple silver tie bar holding the tie in place. It was as if an aura emitted from the boy. Shugo's personality had been known to be one of two things, a sharp unwavering anger, or a care free joker. On certain occasions, the boy had shown a wider variety of emotions, but never was it like this. The boy exuded an aura of confidence and assurance. With everyone step he too, his form conveyed strength without appearing threatening. His pupils scanned the entire room in almost a single glance registering the occupants. Those with higher awareness abilities might even be able to sense him reading them. There was a change in the boy, more than just his personality.
"Come on Valo. The letter said to dress up. It's supposed to be fun that way."
The boy smiled as his words rung out to Valo, his tone playfully jesting. Shugo would step up to his brother. Once he was within close proximity, Shugo's arms would wrap around Valo, pulling him into a hug. The hug would last a few moments, after all it had been almost three weeks since Shugo had been gone. Patting Valo on the back and rubbing it comfortingly, he would let go. Taking a step back, the boy would take a look at the rest of the room. He had noticed a couple other glum faces around the room when he had stepped in. Shugo could only assume that rumors of his demise had been greatly exaggerated. Probably in part because of Arose's letter. He had to probably take care of that.
"Sorry to cut in Arose. I just feel like if I don't address something it'll draw away from whatever you have to say. I just wanted to apologize for scaring those of you who heard the news. I'm sorry for leaving you all in the dark, I didn't know you guys would think I was dead. Looking back, I should have probably guessed it. Also, I heard what you guys had to go through after my actions against Riot and at the hospital. So I'm sorry for putting you all through that. I want to make amends to all of you for that, but for now let's all sit down and hear out what Arose has to say."
His tone once more conveyed the confidence his form held. Shugo spoke the words earnestly in an attempt to comfort his friends. His tone was soft and warm, and yet loud enough to address the entire room. Shugo's right hand scratched at the back of his head sheepishly as he figured out what the next step to do was. First things first, he'd put a hand on Valo's shoulder, nudging his head towards a table for them to take seats. Shugo would move towards the table, and pull a seat out before sitting down, undoing the top button of his two button suit coat, the bottom one was already undone, to set the coat free. His head would turn towards Arose, anxiously waiting to hear what the man would say.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2015 23:28:59 GMT -5
Seven was someone Mireli had become very well acquainted with in her short time at PHS #552. She was probably the closest, followed closely by Shugo. Mireli didn't form too many friendships, preferring to keep to herself whenever possible. Mainland kids were loud and rude and generally uninviting, but there were a couple which Miri felt a connection with.
She leaned her head slightly as Seven hugged her, Miri kept her hands in her pockets, feeling as a whole still too uncomfortable to outwardly display emotion. She would contain it until she was sure she could celebrate Shugo's life, instead of mourn his passing. That paired with being asked here by a mysterious letter left her quite guarded.
The hands in her pockets curled into fists as a voice spoke up, trailing up her spine, crawling across her skin. She jumped slightly, kind of like a cold chill, her gaze immediately snapped to the owner, green eyes wide and her face pale. Her lips parted just slightly in complete and utter astonishment when she recognized the shock of blue hair.
In front of them, in flesh and blood, crisp and clean, stood Shugo Yuy. Mireli blinked a few times to ensure that she wasn't just seeing things. But...she could tell something was different. He stood tall, proud, so different than the thoughtful, curious and slightly defeated boy from the pizza shop. It was like he had shed his skin, and was bright, shiny, and new (though the suit could have something to do with it).
Miri pressed her lips together, watching him interact with the blond haired boy. She didn't move from where she stood, though her eyes became less round and a bit more...narrowed. Did Shugo know that the letter had also said he was dead?
Yes. Yes he did.
He stood there and apologized to them for his disappearance, his supposed death. She didn't know what Riot was, but she figured she would soon find out. Eyes narrowed even further, but the rest of her expression stayed carefully neutral. There was a lot about all this she didn't understand, so she remained quiet (and a bit miffed) while the others spoke and she listened and processed.
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Post by Arose Yamato on Mar 25, 2015 12:42:17 GMT -5
The older man would give a nod and a smile to the candidates as they stepped into the room one by one. He could tell, this was going to be a good bunch of students. He was glad they even went as far as to amuse him by dressing up. In his mind, this was a business meeting, and so he wanted all of them to dress formally. Plus, being the only one in a suit would have sucked and Arose came here right after work with no time to change so there was that too. Everything appeared to be going smoothly, until Valo showed up. The large dog by Arose would flop it's ears at Valo. The dog knew Valo, and Valo knew the dog. It was Shugo's dog, Rush. The dog was incredibly lazy, mostly only eating, sleeping, and farting. The flopping of it's ears was his way of saying hello to Valo.
Valo was one of the high-talent potentials that Arose had scouted. It wasn't his physical prowess that set Valo apart from the others, no. The boy was smart and held the truest of hearts. He was someone that would stick to their convictions and protect others. What Arose said next had to be good to make sure that Valo wouldn't leave, but before he could even get a word out, someone else cut in. Arose blinked for a moments as he saw the figure that the voice belonged to.
"Son of a bitch..."
Arose muttered the words under his breath as he smirked seeing the blue hair. He shook his head as the large dog that was next to him perked his head up. A slight chill would run down Arose's neck and back as Shugo's eyes passed over him. Had the boy read him in a single glance? No... that couldn't be possible, the old man assured himself. Arose chuckled at the near notion of the possibility. None the less... it appeared that the boy had come through his hardships better for it. The dog would stand up following Shugo's speech, and follow the boy over to his table. Arose would let out a breath and stand up out of his chair. It was about time to get this thing rolling.
"Hello everyone. My name is Arose Yamato. For those of you who do not know me, I am a teacher at 552 as well as your Facilitator. I thank you all for answering my call. You all have your own reasons for coming here, and I'm not here to question that. I'm here to give you information on the group that I want to see coming to fruition. But first I'd like to speak about another group. A long time ago in 552, there was a massive war permeating. A gang called Nocturne drove this war with their drive for power. This war threatened the lives of students who had nothing to do with it. It was then that a group of students banded together. They protected the students and the school and eventually forced Nocturne to their knees. Eventually, the school called these students the Defenders. This group is where I drew inspiration for what follows."
Eyes scanning through the crowd, he would gauge their responses, expecting at least a couple of bored faces. Moving to the other side as he spoke, Arose would pause and take a breath. He had to make sure that the next little bit had emphasis.
"A.U.R.A. Autonomous United Reasoning Aegis. A special group meant to be the shield of 552. Each Defender this group will hold the special responsibility of acting for the well being of the school, it's students, and it's faculty. Ultimately, A.U.R.A. is meant to be a peaceful group. We want to deter fighting with words hopefully defusing situations that don't need to erupt in violence. Furthermore, we want to care for the students injured in the inevitable massacres that occur at 552. 552 has made multiple enemies, the Riot Gang, the man that took over the bus and trapped students inside of the youth club, or even the mysterious drug dealer that's been peddling his performance enhancing pills to you students. To protect 552, I ask those of you in this room to become Defenders. I have said what I needed to. If any of you would like to leave, I assure you no malcontent. We'll take a short break for you all to talk and come to your decisions. Please help yourselves to refreshments. We'll reconvene in 15 minutes."
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Post by Vivi Perish on Mar 25, 2015 16:34:34 GMT -5
Vivi balled her fists upon hearing the voice. When she’d found out about his ‘death’ she didn’t cry, she didn’t speak, she didn’t do anything really. Instead she provided a shoulder to cry on for others, and did her best to provide words of encouragement after the loss of a pillar. After all that had happened, the loss of the pillar only added to the pain of the defeat, and she hated seeing everyone so down and in pain.
But the question was, had he known they all thought he was dead? He must have. After listening to what Arose had to say, Vivi promptly turned on her heels and quickly walked toward Shugo. Once she’d come close enough to him, she swung a her fist at his jaw. He was fast, she knew that, so she expected him to dodge or catch it. She didn’t really care if it hit, it would still get her point across.
“And where the hell have you been?” she growled, “Did you have any idea how many people thought you decided to take a dirt nap? You’re a god-damn pillar, you should've come back days ago!”
It occurred to Vivi that she was just letting her anger toward Riot get the best of her again. She exhaled and backed up a few steps, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
“But it’s… good to know you’re alive.”
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Post by Macht Stärke on Mar 25, 2015 18:08:21 GMT -5
Macht smile when he saw Lex, greeting the man with a nod. Of all the friendly faces to walk in after Macht, Lex was the only one to greet him, which said something to the redhead. It was a small gesture, but at a time like this, it meant a lot.
"I didn't think I'd be here myself, but I figured I might as well check it out. Seeing if it's anything like Equilibrium."
The German finished his sentence just in time to see Shugo step out, and his eye widened and his jaw dropped. This whole time, everyone thought he was dead, and even the letter that brought everyone out here addressed that. But he was clearly alive and kicking, something that was hidden from the public for what? Macht was glad Shugo was alive, of course, but the fact that his life had been hidden angered him. Everyone else they believed to be dead, was. None of those other students, teachers, or regulators were getting back up, let alone at some lavish party on their company ship. It was sickening.
"We don't need any fake martyrs," Macht spoke angrily, standing to his feet. He was done here, and saw all he had to see. A hand would pat Lexington on the shoulder as a sort of farewell, and the redhead would leave the premises.
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