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Post by Fyre on Nov 27, 2009 16:41:51 GMT -8
The sounds of the breathing apparatus…
The sight of bandages upon bandages, a mummified figure…
The smell of burning flesh…
Truly a sight to behold as the electric motor whirred to propel the wheelchair onto the school grounds, in the seat a boy who looked as though… well, those that saw him had one question really…
“Is that guy dead?”
The dull labored wheezing that came from this man seemed out of place in this school yard, more suited for an I.C.U. but this was as well as Tyler Fyre would ever get. Slowly the chair moved through, much of crowd separating to let the body through simply to avoid the smell. Smoked, ashen, bloodshot eyes were the only bit of visible movement as they darted about the area taking notice of the surroundings. The wretched beings that polluted this world, so many that needed to suffer… so many that needed to die. But is was too soon for that, he needed to get a bit more information to make sure he could remove every last one of them from the face of the earth in one shot.
Slowly the chair came to a stop, the noticeably efforted turning of the head to gaze back at the gawking crowd of vermin. Their time would come. A labored wheeze… and another. The effort to survive, the will… the rage. It was all that was left. Again the chair whirred to life as it moved on toward no particular set destination. What was the point of class when one had so little time left?
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Nov 27, 2009 17:36:37 GMT -8
Kevala was making her way through the school grounds, her mind lost on different things and not really paying attention to what was going on. Funny how that kept happening. But it was just the same..
Then a sound came.
One she actually knew and hated with every part of her being. The sound of that breathing apparatus and the mechanical breathing sounds of the person wearing it.
Instantly her eyes shot up to look about for Arthur. Just because she had not run into him before at school did not mean that it could never happen. Eyes instantly red as she scanned the area, only to settle upon another figure.
The source of the noise was another guy.....just as badly burned it appeared as the one who had made it his mission to harm her.
At least she thought this was a different guy. If not then Arthur had taken a turn for the worse and she would be happy as a clam. Heh.
Shaking her head as she watched him. Not about to speak to him, as he came near...She would just let him pass and then go about her business. Best not to push things you know?
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Post by <DeVoN> on Nov 27, 2009 18:21:39 GMT -8
((OOC: Hope you don't mind. =P))
*MunchMunchMunchMunch*
Devon walked down the hall, chewing rather furiously on the half-eaten carrot in her hand. Today... was not a good day for her. No reason in particular... except for the fact that she had gotten no sleep at all lately. But either way... she basically felt like shit. Felt like everyone else was shit. She felt like that stupid jock over there was shit, felt like that loli-gothic whore over there was shit, felt like that charred-up corpse in a wheelchair over there was shi--
*---....Munch.*
....Charred-up corpse in a wheelchair?
She stopped in her tracks, her even-more-raccoon-like-than-usual gaze staring at the dude in the wheelchair as he rolled on down the hall. She continued munching on the carrot slowly, then started walking right up to the kid in the wheelchair, not making eye contact, not saying a word as she walked beside him for a few moments. All the while, she just kept on chewing on the carrot in her mouth.
*MunchMunchMunchMunchMunch*
Just munching away. Damn, this was a fuckin' munchy carrot. You know how you can't help but just keep on chewing on those fuckers for minutes and minutes? Yeah, that kinda got on her nerves a bit. At least they were good to take out your anger on. All that chewing and stuff kept you busy from thinking about other things.
*MunchMunchMunchGULP.*
"So.
How many necromancers'd'it take to get your crispy ass moving?"
.......Did I mention that she felt particularly bitchy towards perfect strangers when she couldn't sleep?
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Nov 27, 2009 18:57:02 GMT -8
(OOC: Hope you dont mind. But yeah.....Heh....)
Well then, that was an interesting turn of events. She really did not need this kind of stuff in her life...She had much more fun and important things to take care of. So, with one last look toward the pair, she would roll her eyes.
Hmm..Some people really had no tact what-so-ever. OH WELLS!!!
She would shrug her bag up onto her shoulder and yawns softly as she glanced down at her watch.
Damn she had a man at home who needed some loving!!!
Hurrying past the two love birds she would make her way to the parking lot and pull out her keys, hitting the button on her keychain and unlocking her car.
Hopping around she would take off toward her house.
FUN TIMES!!!
(/Thread Participation)
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Post by Fyre on Nov 28, 2009 12:19:44 GMT -8
Slowly the eyes shifted to gaze upon this mouthy little whore girl as the other one moved off. This sad child had no idea what she was doing, not that any insight would have changed her actions. All of them thought that they were tough enough to simply walk into hell and spit in the devil’s face, they knew nothing. It would be interesting to see how they would fare against someone who’d glimpsed into hell… a true demon.
A hacking chortle started from the figure as the victim spoke, truly it sounded more like a dying cat trying to hack up a furball but let’s see how well you sound after being burned alive. Was she funny? Not really… his amusement came from what would be her lack of knowledge of what she was really doing. Fyre would speak, more so hack and wheeze, to this victim…
[glow=orange,2,300]“How many… will it… take… to put you back together?”[/glow]
As he spoke an odd heat would start to emanate from him, the voice changing to a low guttural growl, the expansion of his muscles mass… all signs of the hell to come and even though she might notice them, she was far too close. With no more hesitation, Fyre would launch from the wheelchair with his Qi activated thus making him beyond and mere child’s capabilities, flickering flames surrounding his body as the bandages burned away to reveal the extent of his injuries. His fist would slam into the girl’s gut at full force. She would suffice as a showing of the extent of his mercy… in that there was none. A another lost soul…
She would have an instant to think on her mistake before Fyre would continue what would become a relentless assault. His hand would press against her chest and be focal point as he would explode with his full speed and use the child as a battering ram against the wall, which would give way to form a large Devon shaped crater. The hand would remain to hold the child there.
[glow=orange,2,300]“Tell me… does it hurt? To know how utterly helpless you really are… pathetic.”[/glow]
If she hadn’t escaped before this, there would be little she could do to deter him. Not only was his body almost invincible but he could not feel pain, even if he still had the major weakness of all males. A demented lipless grin would form on what was left of his face as the ashen eyes peered at her. Poor poor Devon. Fyre would slam his free hand into the girl’s gut again… and again at full force. But to truly show his strength he would then proceed to take her hand in his, ever so gently, before snapping it backward so that every bone would break creating an L shape. One could say he would have done enough at this point but that would be merciful. Fyre would grab the girl by the throat and proceed to hurl her across the hall at the other wall.
A few steps toward where she would be… a grin, fire-filled… yes, 259, there are worse things than Gods…
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Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Nov 28, 2009 14:13:15 GMT -8
Ryu had been there in the background. He'd just walked out of building one, and was standing at the top of the steps, watching as some burn victim was wheeled into the school. [The hell is someone like that doing in this place?] He thought to himself. They'd have no business in a place where they couldn't even move. Someone was bound to fuck with them. Hell, they had no business in even a normal school. They should be at home or in a hospital. Or...shit, anywhere but the corporal punishment system.
And lo and behold someone walked up to the fucker. Is that-? ...Yep... Idiot. What the fuck was she doing? Then it happened, the guy exploded in a mass of flames. Going wide eyed and not having a chance to react before he would have struck her, Ryu blasted back into the school, bashing any one even remotely in his way aside.
Turning a corner to the side of the entrance, Ryu whipped the fire hose off of the wall and threw a kid to it, screaming at him "Turn it on!" As the poor bastard fumbled to do so, Ryu got back to the entrance. As he felt the water loose down the hose, he pulled back the nozzle and braced himself.
His aim faltered as the water blasted out of the hose, then adjusted, blasting the rampaging burn victim right in the back with who the hell knows how much water. By the time the water got to the guy, he would have already had the girl pressed up against the wall, but he'd still be running his mouth.
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Post by <DeVoN> on Nov 28, 2009 19:27:51 GMT -8
((OOC: Reason two why you caught my attention. "Bitch stole my unofficial theme song!" xD))
~“How many… will it… take… to put you back together?”~
...Huh...? What's... with that heat...? And what the hell is with his body...?
Before she could move away, she felt what could only be a fist-sized flaming bullet hit her dead-on in the stomach, a harsh, guttural sound escaping her lips as she was sent flying back. Regardless of her insomnia, she felt like she was in a rather odd state of mind. It was like a dream, almost, feeling such intense physical pain. Hadn't felt it like that in a while... actually, not for years, really. Dan really had kind of spoiled her, hadn't he...? Plus, the whole thing with this guy's body SPONTANEOUSLY FUCKIN COMBUSTING was... you know... a bit surreal.
At the same time, though.. she possibly felt more awake, more alive than she had felt in... fuck... almost ever. (Almost.) She looked up at "crispy", her eyes wide open, seeming like perfectly circular black wholes. This wasn't out of fear, though. It sure as fuck wasn't out of fear. Fear was possibly the last-- okay, perhaps not the last thing on her mind, but it sure as hell wasn't the first. Instead, she felt... wonder. Confusion. A bit of flabbergast.
...What... the fuck... is that...? How can this... be happening...?!
She was unable to collect her thoughts in time for that flaming hand to slam her right into the wall, causing a harsh hiss of pain to escape her between her teeth. Those wide, confused eyes stared right into this odd man's, somehow still retaining that odd look of inhuman emptiness.
~“Tell me… does it hurt? To know how utterly helpless you really are… pathetic.”~
She managed to speak a bit, her voice obviously strained, but still oddly confident-sounding, despite her confusion.
"...Nope. Hurts physically... but can't say... this is... teaching me... anything new..."
She stopped for a moment, coughing as a good bit of blood escaped her lips.
"...We're all helpless in the eyes of fate... To go against it is... pointless. You have yet... to see... your own... helplessness... You can fight all you want... but it won't be long..."
Her practically-spherical gaze pierced into his ashen red, her next words quiet, but clearer than any of the other ones of before.
"...You will die... and accomplish nothing."
...Full-blown delirium, or true prophecy? One may never know... perhaps not even Devon herself. All of this was quite a bit of a shock to her, after all. Perhaps she hit her head harder onto the wall than I thought...
((OOC: I'll leave my post at this for now, and will react accordingly to what Fyre's reaction to Ryu's involvement is. Damnit, I wish I could do more, but... yeah. Sorry. ><;))
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Post by Fyre on Dec 3, 2009 14:09:09 GMT -8
This girl had a talent… for pissing off the beast. Perhaps she’d misunderstood his question and assertion of her inadequacies, however telling this man that he had not seen his own helplessness. What reason did she think was behind how he looked? He knew, perhaps more than anyone in his school, knew his own helplessness. Watching someone he loved be burned alive… die… and being unable to do anything. He knew. These thoughts spurred in his mind, rage slowly starting to boil up more so to the point where merely sending a message with a beaten body was insufficient, leaving her mangled corpse before the front gate seemed a better idea now.
However she had a hero… a champion that would come to save her from these evil thoughts and foreseeable fate as the water spray blasted into Fyre’s back. A normal would have been smashed into the wall by the force, but we know there is nothing normal going on here. All that happen was a momentary flex before Fyre applied this strength to stand tall against the jet of water coming at him, the flames surrounding him flickering slightly however undying. They would not die without him… they were part of him… his rage manifested in physical form. A cloud of steam began to rise around him, any water finding refuge in his wounds boiled away. To say that this event was expected would be correct, it had happened at his last school and people always looked for water when a Fyre burned around them.
So what would he do… use the weapon at his disposal. In an instant he would break away from the path of the water and hurl this female directly at the man trying to save her. In essence he would get the girl, but not in the manner he would have hoped. So now there was a distraction at least, which Fyre used to burst toward this hero at full speed while adjusting his path to avoid anymore resistance from the fire hose. However he would not harm this man upon getting near but merely grab the nozzle and point it away from himself to give a moment for him to speak to this hero.
[glow=orange,2,300]“… noble… why?”[/glow]
A simple question. In this system, as Tyler had been a part of and Fyre sought to destroy, often the students did as the pleased and disregarded others. None ventured to save others against such power as what he could display, only if their decrepit crap hole called a school was in danger, which Fyre had not yet threatened. If this man was interfering simply for his own enjoyment, he would suffer the same fate as the girl, if he wished to save her… this would be over. As mentioned, he’d lost the person he cared about… it was the only mercy he had. However it would only be extended as far as this meeting, the next time they would not be so lucky.
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Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 3, 2009 18:39:35 GMT -8
Ryu's teeth grit as he watched the blaze continue at the end of the hose. Fuckin' insane. How the hell did a fire keep burning under that kind of pressure? Sure, it wasn't a hose fed by a hydrant, but it was pretty damn close... It should have done something to this fucker. And yet the fire kept raging. It seemed though, that Ryu had managed to get his attention... Whether or not that was a good thing was yet to be seen. Most likely not. Not unless Ryu could manage to hold this prick off long enough for one or eight of the gods to show up. Fucks were never around when you needed them, were they?
No time to think of absentee-assholes, however. Ryu's right hand parted from the hose and his aim faltered as his eyes caught glimpse of the small girl twirling over the top of the stream. Same right hand caught the girl by the back of her collar and let her down to the cement by his side. His attention quickly turned back to to the flaming asshole, aim adjusting as the bastard flicked back and forth. The water passed over him multiple times, but never long enough to matter even if a continuous blast would do something, which it apparently wasn't going to....
The man then lept to Ryu-- or it seemed like it any way for the sheer speed-- and gripped the nozzle of the hose. Ryu could have quite well resisted, but all that would have resulted would have been a bent nozzle. Letting the hose turn aside in his grip, Ryu instead prepared to use the strongest attack in his repertoire at a moments provocation. What more provocation did you need?, you may ask. The walking inferno had stopped just before Ryu, rather than plowing him into one of the several nearby walls of the first building.
Then his question. Why? Why indeed? He wasn't wrong in any sense. Almost no one in this school cared about the well being of the rest of the student body, as long as they and their friends went unharmed. Ryu was no different. He could have said something stupid like 'I'm the only one who kills people around here.', but that was just stupid. He couldn't care less if someone else killed someone as long as no one he knew was involved... it was just one less throat he had to rip out. If anything, it would save him trouble... But no. Not this girl. She was different. "She's my student." He announced with much defiance in the face of such odds. "I don't give a fuck if you bring this whole school down to its foundations... You fuck with my people, I destroy you." Quite the opposite of what Fyre had expected of the students here, but the effect was just the same. Ryu was protecting someone he had a connection with, plain and simple.
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Post by <DeVoN> on Dec 4, 2009 9:43:16 GMT -8
Looks like help had come just in time for our crazy little mutt here, as water from a fire hose came crashing against her assilant's back.
...Whaddaya know. Saved by the.....
...........Sensei...?
That's right, it was him. It was rather odd, really... She had not so much as asked his name, or anything about him (besides the fact that she liked his attitude, and that he had some nice moves) before walking on up to him and proclaiming him to be her new sensei. She could see why she chose him, now. Seemed he felt a responsibility to protect... and from the looks at the fighting talent in this school, she was going to need all the protection she could get.
All of a sudden, her thoughts were interupted by the feeling of suddenly being flung into the air.
Ah, shit...
Usually, when flung into the air, she would go on and enjoy herself until she was either able to land safely or crashed into her surroundings, being one forever searching for the lulz in life. However, seeing how she was covered in burns and bruises (and most likely a good bit of internal damage) chances were that unless someone caught her, she would be in for a whole new world of hurt. Thankfully, her sensei was up to the test, placing her down onto the pavement. She laid on her back, almost completely motionless, her head turned to the side as blood dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the pavement. Her breathing was rather shallow... perhaps because of a punctured lung. She wasn't quite sure how much longer she was going to be able to stay awake.
~“… noble… why?”~
Weakly, she slowly tilted her head up, her eyes attempting to focus on the two men above her. In her mind, she was, of course, glad that her sensei was there to rescue her, but... part of her was a small bit confused. Didn't she force him to be her sensei? And this was fairly recently, too. She was unsure how someone would feel enough responsibility towards her to save her from what many would agree was rightfully coming to her.
In the end... it was simple...
~"She's my student. I don't give a fuck if you bring this whole school down to its foundations... You fuck with my people, I destroy you."~
...Destiny at hand.
...I see.
So that was why... that was just the type of person he was. Devon knew it was a good idea for him to be her sensei. She had that feeling... destiny telling her that it was meant to be, as was this entire event. It had shown her a lot... reminded her things thats she had not felt for a while. Pain. Mortality. That hadn't been so much a problem at the last school. Most of the kids there had been total pussies. All talk, little action. She'd gotten rusty... real rusty. And a bit too confidant, though Devon would never admit to that, not even to herself.
Chances were, had her sensei not saved her, she would be not much more than a crispy smudge on the pavement by now. She had learned how she really compared to a great deal of the people at this school. She wasn't at the bottom, of course, but she sure as hell wasn't anywhere close to the top. If she was to survive, then she would need to get stronger... much stronger. And the one to help her get to that point would be this man... whoever he was.
...It was destiny alright.
Just before Devon slipped out of conciousness, though, one question remained in her mind...
...How the FUCK did that kid do that...?
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Post by Fyre on Dec 4, 2009 17:41:19 GMT -8
For a long moment nothing was said as glaring ashen eyes stared at the hero as though boring into the man’s soul in search of the truth. The only perceivable reason for falsehood would be a clever attempt at finding mercy in the burning man, however this hero did not seem like one that would play at anything. Straight-forward… blunt. Knowing that this answer was indeed truthful a cackling laugh started to come from Fyre. What was so funny? Well, consider his body… the burns, the scars, the corpse he was… now add the threat.
[glow=orange,2,300]“Hahahahaha!… I’ve already been destroyed…”[/glow]
A single finger surrounded in flames was brought up toward the man’s face as a signal of this. In truth there was nothing to stop the two from clashing but the small tinge of momentary respect, and the fact that he had already sent his message to this school with the girl’s mangled body. Another moment passed as he waited to see if there was a reaction from this man in any physical manner, thus giving him a reason to crush the hero.
[glow=orange,2,300]“… one warning… this place will burn. Next time… I will not stop until everything is ash.”[/glow]
With that Fyre would turn to leave this place, not to close to his limits however he did not wish to push so far on the first day. It would show his weakness and embolden the student body to press their luck against him, the more invincible he would be left alone by those with sense… the others however would always press their luck. In the end they would all meet the same fate… consumed by the fire as he was…
… as she was.
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Post by David B. on Dec 4, 2009 20:14:34 GMT -8
OOC(( I'm using this thread to test the Qi i wish to use to replace my current one. It is not my official Qi, and i will take no exp from any battle. If this is unsavory, lemme know  ))
David would suddenly step out in front of the male, utterly blocking his way. In his mouth- a lollipop, and his hand in the side pocket of his pants. He had heard everything, listened to the man talk of burning the school to the ground, of his strength and how monumental and massively strong he was. It disgusted him, to think someone could step into Dragon territory and think to breathe fire on everything he loved. The ground cracked beneath him as he crunched into the sucker, chewing on it as his hair rose as his power quickened with him, a calling voice deep inside his soul rebounding in his mind. 'Woah, you sure are calling on me quick!'
'Well, this guy obviously isn't fuckin' around, so why should we?'
'Well, im not complaining, i just don't like getting awoken so abruptly.'
'...'
'This is where you apologize.'
'...'
'Apologize or im not helping!'
'Good god. I'm sorry ok?'
'Thats better.'David slammed his fist into the wall to his left, water leaching out over his arms at a steady pace. If the man attacked, the pace would quicken, but he chose to talk for a moment as it covered his body, a strange change coming to his eyes. No multicoloredness anymore, instead a chrystal blue, nearly white. "Funny, you talk like we should be scared. Try fighting the strongest, make us scared- kuz words only get you so far cryptkeeper." He obviously suggested himself as the strongest, and as he did so his right arm quickly popped a fruit-substance into his mouth, multiplying the power of the Qi he was now controlling, doubling its effect. The Energy and water spread all over his body, hardening to a black armor, his helm the form of a Dragon. The helm roared with a beastial fury not capable of coming from a human. It was black in color but simmery, made entirely of ice but harder then diamonds. He cracked his neck underneth it. " Co me ki d, s ho w m e w ha t y ou go t!" OOC((Stats:
Str: 1600
Dex: 112
Con: 1600
Int: 113
Wis: 100
Cha: 25
Lasts for 5 posts. After five posts, must be deactivated. Cha transmitted to other statistics, -5 charisma per post. upon hitting Zero, Must be deactivated. If not Deactivated, Gets one post, and at the end of the post instant KO.
Armor is utterly impregnable. Weapons have no effect, and neither do Qi effects such as, in this case, fire and Heat.[hence- he's surrounded by ice.]
-1 Fruit. Doubles effect of Qi.
Again, if you have a problem with me testing this here, lemme know, i can still use my current one.))
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Post by Ryu Hayabusa on Dec 5, 2009 17:08:01 GMT -8
Ryu's jaw tensed and a vein in his temple throbbed as the living inferno laughed, the flames of the mans rage reflecting in Ryu's blue eyes. Ryu's arm tensed as the mans hand raised. Veins started to bulge from the limb at his side as the man continued to speak. Ryu had arrived before the guy had exploded in his flames, when he was still a mummy in the wheel chair over there. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened. Even with no care for who this guy was, a wonderance of how he'd ended up burned like that was standard. Had his own power done it to him? Had he been caught in a fire? Had there been a fire here some years ago?
Responding to what he said next better than the laughter, Ryu simply dropped his arm as the subdued blaze walked away. They would simply have to be ready for it. Ryu glanced at the crater in the wall, then down to his clenched left fist. [That's more than I could do... The bricks bent around his power... Mine would just smash through it.] He thought, dropping the hose. Looking towards the front gate now, he spotted the new arrival to the cluster fuck.
"Well, speak of the bastards...." he said to himself, watching the display for a moment. Time to get the fuck gone. Ryu scooped up the girl and bolted toward large fence surrounding the campus. Holding the girl in one arm, he jumped, ran and climbed a tree that was only a few feet from the fence, and jumped clear over it, landing in a crouch on the other side. From there, he'd proceed to bolt full speed for the nearest schmuck getting into his car.
Leaping into the air, Ryu flying kicked the poor guy away from his car, scooped up the keys, laid the girl in the back, and peeled out of the parking lot. To the hospital they go.
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Post by Fyre on Dec 20, 2009 14:34:23 GMT -8
Exit interrupted by another, this one looking to challenge the power as well. Time was winding down that was the concern, not the power, not whatever was eaten, not the display… it was too early in the game for him to show what he was fully capable of. How much he would enjoy to show his full abilities and destroy this one. Let the strongest among them die like a rat. Claimed and consumed by pride in power… pathetic. No decency among them… proof of the need for the banishment from this earth.
[glow=orange,2,300]“… waiting until the damage is done to play savior… coward.”[/glow]
With that Fyre threw forward his fist at the face of this miserable vermin, with knowledge that this armor that had been created would likely provide a worthy adversary to say the least however it was worth humoring this child. As the first attack came in the second would be launched in almost unison, this being a good old fashioned kick to the groin. This being had no respect for these cretins, only one had been spared due to the gesture and the fact that what was the goal had been accomplished. This one was just another beast who believed in nothing…
… garbage. His work was environmental… burn the garbage.
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