A brand new life (all 260 students)

[[LEON] Joust]

Joust was so sure a fight was going to break out that she was somewhat dumbfounded when she saw that for once, the local brutes were using their brains. She uneasily reassumed a casual, if severely irritated posture walking across the stage, behind the Headmaster, keeping him in her vision at all times, even if it was just the corner of it he appeared in, stopping in front of the red cloak. Her gaze shifted from each of the individuals gathered.

"Dragon? I thought we had trounced all your kind back up in New York? Did you get some new psychos?" Joust began, her eyes shifting to the goldie locks, considering him and what he had been called for just a moment. Before her attention turned to the red cloak. "Well... if we're not fighting him, then I guess it'd be suicidal to try and kill the king without an army. So, Red Brains, as I said, I know you. 552, no?" Joust continued, her right hand raising to try and touch the check of the red garbed male. "That means you can help me. See, I'm looking for Arky. You know him, don't you? Violent guy. Kept few friends. Know where I can find him?" Joust finished, letting her hand drop back to her side as she waited for a response. Her jacket, currently laid discarded on the other side of the stage. She kept her ears alert though, for any indication of commotion.

[~†Val†~]

Ooh..Kinky?

Were the first thoughts of a student in the back of the fancy assembly room, watching as the metal bars clasped down around his form and lock him into his seat. It was so awkward to be the new student, and so far this was far different then he'd ever expected for a first day. As the Headmaster went on with his various thoughts and discussions Val couldn't help but notice the similarity between the chair he was locked in and the set up of an electric chair...

Further more his eyes scanned quickly over the other students, but not quickly enough, as jolts of electricity would soon enter into the strange boy's body. Electro-shock therapy? Been there, done that. It never really helped, but it did feel good from time to time as the green-haired boy closed one eye and let out a silent gasp as the pain streaked into his now convulsing body.

Definitely kinky..

But then the pain bad subsided, the system overloaded or some such but the greenhaired child seemed to have only a look of displeasure on his face because of this new revelation. He supposed it was for the best, however, as much more and he might have passed out, never a good thing to do in a room full of ruffians and thugs when attired as he was. It was always best to get it out of the way on the first day, and get it out of the way Val did, wearing a simple black gothic lolita dress, his hair and make-up done up perfectly as well as some black high-heeled shoes. The dresses design worked wonders for covering his body up, and left no traces that he was infact not of the female variety.

Lucky enough for him he had adjusted him self just prior to being pressed against by the metal bars and with the overload of electricity the mechanism for the bars them selves had shorted just a bit, and with a tug forward, a sucking in of the gut, a downward slide, and Val was free of the chair so that he could stand up straight and dust his dress off slowly.

A hand rose, caressing the bruises that had no doubt formed beneath his dress from the pressure of the metal bars wincing a moment before he withdrew his hand and gave a little yawn. It was amusing to watch, really, from slightly toward the back as the students and the teacher continued bickering back and forth between each other all the while that stupid gag-song played, followed by the headmaster screaming CRYPTIC METAPHOR.

Much more of this and his ear-drums would probably explode inwards on them selves, he might have been a masochist but seriously this was too much even for him.

"What a weird school I wound up in.." Said the boy outloud, using the techniques he had acquired over the years to adjust his voice so that it sounded female, it was a trait that anyone could manage if they just practiced and trained their voice. As it turned out, it was possible for male vocal chords to hit the same pitch and tone as that of females...Which ment, like all other things, it could be learnt.

[Katsuri Katashi]

On my watch? YOU SHALT NOT PASS!

Clothing? Such a trivial matter. It did not matter to Katsuri that he was practically naked. It only seemed to matter to other people which was a little offsetting in and of itself. Either way, it did not stop him from moving that massive body of his back forwards, hand having come down to that sword, fingers entrapped about sheath, while he used thumb to crack the seal it had with a rather delightful "shink" to it. His face held no emotion, there was no point to, instead a blank stare was offered to the rest of those students as he had put himself directly in front of that podium. A lackey? Maybe, but either way if the need came about he was going to start pummeling people, it was only right.

Several people had stood up, one of them seemed to have quite a knack for generating and altered electricity.. that was interesting. Instantaneously, however, Katsuri flexed every muscle in his body at once, and instead of looking as if he were trained by hardwork, it looked as if the male had been popping steroids, adrenaline beginning to surge through his body in their minimal doses allowing his muscles to wake. "Back away." Two words was all he uttered in that slipped tone, his eyes following them closely as a vein was beginning to form at the top of his forehead, swelling due to the increased blood flow which was now running rampant in his system. His entire bodily had easily ramped up, adrenaline was ridiculous in some degree, it could make a worried mother life a blooming car, what would it due to an 8ft beast I wonder?

A flick of that thumb and he brought just a little more of that blade into view, tilting it sideways as it rested within the sides of that fundoshi, nestled into his right hip. The only thing to keep in mind was this blade was reversed, unless he desired to kill it was kept as a normal sword would be, the thing was used to stun, break bones, and generally just fuck someone up without causing lethal injuries, although they were capable. He was well aware of the fact that his "employer" as it were could take care of himself, but that did not mean that said employer needed to get his hands dirty with something like this, when kids just could not recognize his attempts to mold and toughen.

[Wyatt]

"Yes..indeed I know Ark...but his where-abouts are only rumors and guesses with the information that I am in possession of....I do however know that my good friend Leon here most likely knows more then I"

calmly stated Wyatt to the individual who seemed to known him...but Wyatt being completely honest had not the slightest idea who she was. Wyatt then quickly redirected his attention to wards Leon's next move and Mr.H's reaction....

Wyatt wouldn't attack unless 1 of the 3 conditions where met.

1)Mr.H would use another torturing method upon the masses of 260

2)If Katsuri was to take immediate action upon the people who were on the stage.

3) Leon attacked.....Wyatt may not agree with what Leon attacks over but leaving a friend to the dogs was one evil Wyatt couldn't allow.

[Mr. Kaar]

The damn megaphone again. It was too loud and annoying. But when Leon looked to his friend Wyatt he was on a knee, and obviousely hurt more than anyone else. He noticed Wyatt's regular gloves had been stained red slightly from wiping away... Blood. Hmm, not the most interesting of things. Then the female from before walked over, and his eyes caught the sight of the big naked man standing there begin to move to place himself between the Headmaster and the group. Farren? Yeah even Farren said this guy was out of his league? Right, if anything everyone in this room was out of Leon's league, but that was just him anyways.

Leon didn't pay any attention when the female and Wyatt began talking about the Blond Senior and the Dragon title, and the Ark. Because he was busy unstrapping the weights on his legs and arms. He'd take a step closer after removing them, throwing them to the side and off the stage, they would fall slowly, before reaching an alarming speed and crashing through the floor off the stage causing a rather large crater. Flexing the muscles in his upper back/neck region like he had seen a similer looking large man do, his own muscles increasing in mass, as Adrenaline began to pump through his body. Looking to the man with the similer fighting prowess as A one Hiroko Katashi, he would simply say.

"Make me."

Leon was super serial right now. This Manbearpig was goin down. If there is one thing about Leon for people to know, being TOLD what to do.... Not so much a good idea if you want to remain on the Lightning Dragon's good side. Even the injury Wyatt seemed to recieve, which did make him concerned was nothing more than subconciouse annoyance at this point. The colar on his neck beginning to spark as anger began to well deep within his conciouseness.

~This is the end for you, Manbearpig.~

[Mr. H]

A small smile would play across Mr. H's lips as he watched the scene unfold, from Wyatt's reaction to the loud sound, and what looked like blood coming from behind his glasses, to the loyalty of his faculty already being proven. He would file this information for later, and if worse came to worse he had a weapon against the man in red. As for Leon, he was well aware of his transfers, after all he did have their permanent records. He knew about this so called Lightning Dragron and what he could do, and of course he knew who he was taking in to his school. That gave him the advantage, he knew his enemies.

Once again the megaphone would raise up to his lips, his body hidden behind the large form of Katsuri. He had already prepared for this once he had selected Leon for transferance. What better way to show his Methods worked then to fix one of the worst problems in the city. Once again he would shout in to the megaphone, to make sure he was heard.... and to see the effect on Wyatt now that he noticed this seeming weakness in the man.

"Excuse me, we interupt this pissing match to give you an important weather update, today's forcast is rain!"

He would finish as the sprinklers would kick on, the backup plan for what he called 'code Leon' which would be Leon not overloading from the shock of the chair. He was however getting tired of these students disrespecting him and disrupting his assembly. So he would sidestep the giant of a man protecting him before chucking the megaphone at Leon's head. This was just to get his attention.

"I am afraid I have to ask you to go back and take your seat. If you don't I will have to assign you detention." He would say with a small confident smirk on his face. Despite what images one might conjure up, his idea of detention wasn't fun. "I am afraid that goes for the rest of you students too. If you have any complaints about how I do things please feel free to leave a note on my desk." He would finish in a completely serious tone, so serious that it was almost hinting at being condicending. After all there was no way Mr. H could be serious.... right?

[Katsuri Katashi]

Tag. You're it.

Oh. He was quite willing to take care of this "whipper-snapper" himself, but it seemed with the sudden intrusion of Mr. H and his slide around the side of him to make himself seen from behind the massive male, Katsuri's problem was solved, at least to a degree. A forecast of rain was predicted by him, and down came the pour of water from the sprinkler system above, mind you the megaphone and the microphone were both very dangerous things right now. Rickroll had been shorted out by the sudden down pour of rain as well making the silence all the more deafening. In the end it could have went either way, the simple fact was his employer had just short circuited the little male standing in front of him, or at least, SHOULD have short circuited him, but also left Katsuri without his own technique to wield flame, not that it mattered much.

"Do not tempt me little boy." Of course, he said that in that cocky yet serious manner, the sort of tone you held when you were trying to be professional, but at the same time wanted to get a knock down drag out brawl started. Either way, with Mr. H's reperival of these students he would have locked the blade back in its place and slipped back away from the edge of the stage, now glad the fundoshi was as thick as it was and held the extra pieces of cloth like a loin cloth over his junk or else the audience would have been getting a show that was the sort of thing Winklewood enjoyed doing. For now he would settle back to where he was, although, quite amused by the fact the megaphone H had been using was hurled at the blond haired kid in such a manner, that was almost worth the rain being dumped down on him.

The only thing that could be complained about was the fact he had been forced to wince for a moment, ears ringing even still as he sat back away from the crowd which had approached the stage as if they honestly planned to do something about what had just occurred. He had to admire Mr. H. He made this sort of thing look as if it really was just a job, but some how he found that the man had to have enjoyment in it, rather it was from the torture, the irony, the humor, or just the simple fact he was indeed molding and toughening up young minds and bodies for tomorrow. Admiration, however, was not easily achieved, and only one other person in this room had gained such a thing, no need to be a name dropper though. He resumed his post and would easily be prepared to step back into the line of fire.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon had been starring down the naked man with the sword, in a standing position, a rather cokcy standing position, head tilted down, right side slightly turned towards the very large man. He did not expect a megaphone to bounce off his head, making it tilt to the side slightly. Irritation. But the announcement he made... Made him twitch. Water... Leon did not like water now a days, ever since he found out what it did to him.

As the water fell Leon tried to warn Wyatt and the others near him as fast as possible, but it was too late, as the electric properties of his body had storred so much energy he was going to short circuit. His body would glow intense for a moment as all the electricity in hos body would disperse in every direction in a hell torrent of lightning. The damage would probably be a good amount plus the water, Leon's usually extremely spiked hair would be down messily as if he where normal.

Leon's collar falling from around his neck. His hands pulling both Strike Gloves off picking up the collar he would turn to Wyatt, to see if he was okay, if so he would bow and move towards the man, his trinkets in hand.

"You and this boy." He would say pointing to Deryk. "Should go back to your seats. I'm in the mood for some fun. Hmhmhmhe hahahaha."

Leon would stand up then, the scars on his hands from when rail road spikes had been hammered through them visible. He may have been short circuited, but now he wasn't held back. The weights, the collar that controlled his Qi and emotions, and the gloves that drained his energy to safe levels and weighed him down as well... He was completely free.

"You may think you know what you've gotten yourself into... But you have no idea."

They may think by taking away Leon's Qi that he was no longer the Lightning Dragon, but they didn't know that before that he was one of the most powerful fighters in New York and EARNED his title through fighting for his life, day after day, barely surviving each day with that preciouse life. Until he was strong enough to take up his title as Lightning Dragon, then it was here his genetics where played with to unlock this power. All the things Leon did and used for fighting was meant to hold him back, now he was completely unbound.

((Stats for the rest of the thread:
Strength: 110
Dexterity: 120
Constitution: 70
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 40
Charisma: 43))

[~†Val†~]

Water....

With a firm sigh a bag was heaved upwards, being lifted above the green haired boy's head in an attempt to shield his dress from the down pour that had been initiated. What a troublesome school, he thought as his body sunk back into the chair. At least the dress was not one of his more favorite outfits, and luckily enough his make-up was basically moisture proof. Yep. He was safe.

But still annoyed, why couldn't the school just be normal instead of having electro-shock therapy, a principal that threw megaphones at the heads of students, and some dude that was apparently from what he could gather, a miniature power generator. To make matters worse, there was an eight foot tall semi-naked man now soaking with water.

An interesting sight, to say the least. But still he remained quiet, sitting in the back row with his bag over his head watching the water spill over it and onto the floor. He hated these people already.

[[LEON] Joust]

Joust was hurled violently away from Leon when he exploded. Although from the way she was standing she expected red cloak to take more damage then her, she was mainly hit by force. It did however manage to leave some seriously wicked red marks on part of her arms and upper body. She groaned as she stood back up, just in time to see the guy imitate Rock Lee. She shook her head and stood up.

"Goldie Locks, whatever you do, I hope you don't get killed. I'm sure we can work something out to have you show me where dear lil Arky is." Joust stated to him, before turning on her heels and making her way back to her discarded jacket. Her intent was to stay on the far side of the stage, so in the event something did happen to the best lead to her prey, she'd be able to keep it alive with her speed. And so, with that, Joust put her jacket back on and zipped it up, protecting most of her body from the sprinklers. Off handedly though, whilst Joust began to watch as things would unfold, she made an off comment. "Ugh, this water is going to mess up my hair."

[Wyatt]

Wyatt had forgotten an old Eastern proverb...

What happens rarely once will never happen twice....But what happens twice will surely happen again.

Wyatt had thought that he could control certain body reactions quite well but apparently some reactions couldn't be avoided...like the one you get from a very loud noise. Wyatt made a mental note to prepare for this next time.

The loud sound this time brought Wyatt to both knees this time there being a bit more blood mixed in with tears on this reaction. Repeated reactions had made the pain a bit more intense behind the deep red shades that Wyatt always wore. Sight was becoming hard...blood was currently washing over his eyes but Wyatt dare not take his shades off to use his eye medication that he always had beneath his overcoat in one of the many pockets that lined said coat.

As the sound once again subsided, a sigh of relief was apparently interrupted by Wyatt appeared to be the sensation of an electrical storm washing over Wyatt's body. The force of this sending him flying slamming against the side of the stage with a loud thud.

Wyatt couldn't help but think how a perfect day could turn so rotten...but alas that was life.

Wyatt's body was covered in small wounds from the electricity entering and leaving his body....plus a large bruise was forming on his back from the physical impact to the side of the stage.

Weakly the red man stood up...a bit shakily to add as well. A few more drops of blood fell from beneath his shades as Wyatt looked in the general direction of Leon's voice who appeared to be addressing him and Deryk.

"I think I am in agreement with you itseems......Deryk could you please escort me to me seat.....it would appear that I am a bit hard of seeing my friend"

Calmly stated Wyatt trying to find Deryk in his almost blinded state.

[Farren]

Luckily I was leaving against the opposite wall when Leon the Lightning Strike went kablooie. Other than the blinding flash I was unfazed, blinking a few times as the spots faded from my eyes. When I was back in action I saw that the other students had retreated a fair ways back, apparently leaving the now soaked Leon to wage a one man war. Hmph, ok. Let's see just how far the man has gone. Katashi had started to move away but I knew he'd be back and swinging any moment. As for me...

I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and slipped it off, leaving it in a heap on the ground. I shook and flexed my tense muscles, hearing a few low whispers and gasps from the audience. Yeah, weren't expecting that from a Guidance Counselor, huh? I warmed up in place, hopping up and down a few times, but I had no intention of getting involved just yet. I'd let Katashi have his fun and only jump in if Henderson was in trouble...or the big guy needed a hand. Other than that, I placed myself on guard duty, keeping an eye on everyone else.

I walked off the stage and strolled to the center, leaning against the six foot uprising with my large arms crossed over my taunt chest. Seems I was the enforcer now. I watched Deryk and Wyatt prepare to leave, Wyatt apparently worse for the wear. The only other one I worried about, the girl, stayed on stage. I'd have to keep an eye on her. Everyone else in the audience...well, that was the other eye.

Let's see what ya got Leon...

[Mr. H]

Mr. H knew what he was getting in to, it was all part of the plan. He was sure that his naked associate could handle the boy on his own, but Mr. H had no problems getting dirty if he had too. He knew these kids, well most of the major troublemakers at least. He would flash the girl on the stage a grin, he knew all about her too, though she had vanished for a while making her file smaller then Leon's and the others. But he knew enough that he might be able to use it. The biggest file he had besides Farren's and Katsuri's was on Leon, he knew about his time at 552, about his time in 259, he knew a lot about the boy. Leon wasn't transfered here on accident. He knew the boy would short circuit from the water and he knew what that meant.

Mr. H's action would be more for show and dramatics then anything else, as the kid overloaded, bolts of electricity seemingly coming from the kid's body and amplified by the water, he would simply jump back an impressive distance landing in a crouch. One hand on the ground, the other one held up behind his back clutching his fog horn, dark eyes peering out from behind the glasses at the boy as he straightened up.

Then the boy would blow it seemed, Mr. H would simply weave past the bolts as they shot past him, as a show of speed. He had decided before the assembly that he would present a strong front, make sure they knew that him and his faculty would not tolerate disobedience.

Pushing up his glasses Mr. H would continue looking at the blond boy since he seemed to be the only one that wanted to fight. Everyone else seemed to be retreating or standing back. If one was to look closely at his glasses they would see that Leon's image was reflected back in them, he would stand back on this one too, a battle of his champion vs the seeming champion of the students. It would be interesting to see who would win. Though he had complete faith in Katsuri.

"You know this means detention my boy." He would say with a small smirk, he already knew that wouldn't phase Leon, he was counting on it. Breaking the strongest would put the other's in line, and that would be just the start. Once this school was perfected then other schools would certainly take up his methods. In a few years it was possible that violence and gangs could be brought back down to manageable levels. One could only hope that his calculations were right, because if something wasn't done about these kids then the world was going to be in serious trouble in a few short years.

[Deryk Bayard]

"...Fuck..." Deryk dove off the stage, taking refuge behind the lip of the stage, cutting off direct sigh of Leon as his body began to glow. He had had ample warning to the effect of being told to back off, but he hadn't expected that. Who flipped the waterworks switch, he didn't know. But things were too well coordinated. Henderson still thought everything was under control. Bastard. But when the lightning did strike, the water on the ground carried some of the charge. The typical reaction was the freak and spasm while the shock carried through.

This wasn't typical.

Deryk felt every muscle in his body tense up to the point where he couldn't move. He wasn't even able to express pain with the typical scream. Heck, it didn't even really truly hurt. But the world around him did disappear into complete darkness. The first thing he was able to sense after the blast was static, the frequency and pitch being readjusted seemingly randomly. Then random images in lack and white. They were pretty much featureless. They were going by so fast that he couldn't even really see what was in any of them. And as he found himself able to open his eyes again, albeit slowly, the lights flickered crazily before returning to normal. The whole experience left a loud ringing in his ears. Or not.

Phase 3 had kicked in. It was the most annoying sound in the world. Dial-up tones. He'd planned the noise to be used as a distraction, but with the speakers getting wet, it was turning more into garbled static and screeches. It was a pain in the ass. Hopefully Wyatt wasn't going to be freaking out too much. He made it a priority to get to Wyatt and cover his ears, pulling the guy with him as he tried to take the guy to a safer location. As he was doing that, he was wondering how well Phase 3 was really going. It wasn't just sound. The sound was a cover while his hacking ways stole data from the school servers, implanting them into publicly available websites where he could nab them later with no real issues.

"Keep them covered, Red." Deryk made sure Wyatt was looking at him as he said that, hoping the guy could read lips. The noise would be persisting until any sort of school tech support managed to cut off the noise. With the jammed soundboard, that was going to get tough. The quickest solution was to manually unplug all the speakers. But he wasn't going to, he had to deal with the stage crew first. Leon would be needing backup.

"Hope I didn't miss anything Leon..."

[Katsuri Katashi]

Dont you know who I AM?!

Inside The Fire

Hit in the back by the exploding transformer, and that is in the sense of electricity, not the robots, he fell to a knee, that hand placed directly in front of his body flat palmed on the surface of the stage. The eyes of that behemoth had closed more annoyed then anything by what had just hit his back, his muscles twitching randomly due to the electric charge which was running through his form, causing those nerves to misfire. Either way he rose, standing upright that head of his cocked back with his face aimed up at the roof above. He let out a rather deep breath and shifted his neck back and fourth, the veins on his neck beginning to bulge as suddenly the muscles which had been twitching uncontrollably snapped taut. "...silence. "

A single word as his head cocked to the side, three veins now bulging out of his face, one on either side of his forehead and a third running along his jaw line, twitching, his body undergoing changes at an alarming rate. The aura in the room would have begun to chill as he was absorbing energy from the room around him, it was innate, he could not stop it, it was used for that fire, but given his soaked form it did no good in the first place. A heel step and he would have turned, the pupils in his eyes having disappeared as the blood vessels inside of them over extended their boundaries even more then previously seen. Despite what you may have been thinking he was not angry, not in the least, instead a sort of blood lusted euphoria was soaking through his form.

He was literally seeing red as it were, and a single shift of heel back allowed him to roll around forwards to glare at the boy whose trinkets had fallen away from his body. A simple grin, holding no emotion behind it other then the desire to see the precious red liquid flow. His adrenaline had already kicked in, and it was beginning to flow, it would take a while for it to get started, but once it was going Katsuri would literally turn into the proverbial bull in a china shop, that is, unless you had seen the myth buster special where they disproved that... the point still stood. He flexed one more time to loosen his enlarging muscles, at this point becoming visible from under that thick of flesh more and more with each passing minute. "Do not waste your breath... you're gonna need it."

At this point the kid had initiated mortal combat and there was no turning back, all of that weight meant nothing to Katsuri, as in full swing he had yet to find one whom could topple him, and he did not plan on allowing a simple student to do such a thing.. he would rather die then allow him to do so. The love of the fight was a odd thing indeed.

( Edit: Whoops, forgot to do this.

Katsuri -

Strength: 112.5
Dexterity: 40
Constitution: 112.5
Intelligence: 75
Wisdom: 75
Charisma: 45

Adrenaline: 20%
Current Cap: 60% )