A brand new life (all 260 students)

[Wyatt]

Wyatt was pretty gracious at Deryk's kind attempts to both lead him to a safer area to recover and warn him of the loud noise...but this noise however wasn't loud enough to make Wyatt feel pain and thusly bleed more from behind the red spectacles. However Wyatt found himself admitting that this noise had to be one of the very few things that Wyatt dubbed annoying.....the other was doing summations and Simpson's Law applications but that was it.

In response to Deryk's noise Wyatt felt the need to discipline the individual with the proper responce...

"I am dreadfully sorry about this but...alas you give me no choice...."

Calmly stated the red student quickly tearing off one of Deryk's shirt sleeves in a quick motion. The good piece of fabric was thusly torn in two and quickly shoved into Wyatt's ears. This would hopefully shield Wyatt from any future extremely loud nosies...and quell the screech from them which resulted in Wyatt previous pains.

Now then....it would appear that Leon would require help....but with Wyatt currently incapable of seeing due to the blood still covering the eyes....a solution thusly resulted in 1.234sec and yes Wyatt could count to the 10x^(-3) decimal position.

"Deryk if you could give me some protection...I am about to give my friend Leon some much needed assistance" said Wyatt a bit louder then before as a result of his makeshift earplugs.

If you were close to Wyatt you could hear him mutter a small prayer asking the elders to give him the strength to accomplish his task. Wyatt had previously been unable to create them...but the situation would be fitting if Wyatt was able to.

Slowly Wyatt brought his hands into the center of his body, cupped his hands together. A small red light began to pulsate and glow brighter with each millisecond. Upon reaching a desired outcome...Wyatt snapped his hands together which thusly made a perfect red pulsating sphere explode around him. The only difference this time around was that the sphere covered most of the stage and no gravity difference's could be observed within the clear reddish orb....just a simple 9.8m/s^2

All except Wyatt knew what was going on...and shortly Leon as well. The technique wasn't perfected yet so it required Wyatt to give his full attention to Leon....using the energies that Leon emitted as a replacement for eyesight.

Leon would feel that when he moved there would be no air resistance to his attacks and a generalized pull to their aimed destination. Faster attacks with less energy imput...Wyatt was sure Leon would have no objections....this was the result of small vacuums created around Leon's body.

There was also another thing that Wyatt could do with the vacuums...but this one could literally kill Leon.....so Wyatt wished that Leon wouldn't get into any trouble to use this little idea within Wyatt's mind. But if Deryk was threatend or Wyatt himself then Wyatt would be forced to up the gravity in retaliation...this was all that he could do right now due to his lack of vision.

OCC: Void will last for 3 Leon posts before needing more energy input from Wyatt. Only 1 more void well can be created within this thread.

[[LEON] Joust]

Joust watched the entire scenario as it unfolded. This is what she was expecting, a fight. She was already ready to intervene but she wasn't going to do so right away. However cause she wasn't entering right off didn't meant she wasn't going to be ready. She watched people doing things she had never seen before. Strange abilities, but cause something was strange didn't mean it didn't have weaknesses. She would watch, learn, and when she felt it was the time to enter, she'd plan to deliver critical strikes rather then a brick wall charge as so many preferred.

She kept sizing up the one in front of the stage and the headmaster, trying to determine which one would enter the fight if it escalated. And which one she'd strike against. Careful planning is how one won, but being careful to not overplan is another factor of winning.

[Farren]

I rolled my eyes and hung my head in exasperation. Which meant I was frustrated plus annoyed. Hadn't I made it clear that Leon was to fight, and Leon alone? Instead I get the techno kid and the blind avenger trying to lend a hand, while little miss muffit sat on her tuffet staring at everyone else. Having made up my mind I snorted and turned to face the stage. With a small tap and a large leap I hopped up to the stage top and took a moment to look at all the pretty colors and...stuff. Man, whatever happened to keeping things simple?

Ignoring the juggarnaunts about to take flight, I approached Wyatt and Deryk and stood in front of them, blocking their view of Leon and the others. I crossed my arms over my chest, assuming the same posture I'd had in front of the stage, and said in a calm but tired tone, "Look, guys. No interference okay? Leon wants a fight, he's getting a fight. If you two wanna fight, that's why I'm here. But you LEAVE LEON ALONE!"

My eyes narrowed and my tone became serious. I didn't know who had started the beeping in the speakers, but the blonde kid was the only one who seemed...unfazed by everything. Plus I didn't know him, and I didn't like the look of him. And I was getting pissed off. So I choose him. "You, blondie. I have a feeling that damn dial tone is your work. I suggest you find a way to turn it off, NOW. And Wyatt, I don't know what this...red stuff is, but I also suggest you turn it off. Unless you want to push the issue...?"

[Mr. Kaar]

Well now, it seemed the big guy was going to take this seriousely, Wyatt and Deryk had taken his advice... Somewhat. Deryk got back on the stage and Wyatt had unleashed an odd... Gravitation field of sorts, but as Leon prepared himself with a small bounce to loosen up he felt like he simply drifted in the bounce.... He had those weights on for so long, but he knew it didn't feel like that when he took them off... Was it the red thing? Mmm. Farren was getting on the stage to make sure he didn't get help, which was interesting... They where actually spoon feeding him a teacher? Who was this guy? His style of fighting, he knew he had seen it before.... The red hair esspecially.

Questions questions who has the answers? And that girl wanted so badely to know where Ark was? That was also interesting. He'd have to find out why considering the kind of things they had been through together so far. But it would be wise to make sure Wyatt and the other blond kid stay out of harm. So without taking his eyes off the big guy he'd say towards the others.

"Farren is right. This is my fight, if you want to help, keep everyone else busy so the FACULTY, don't interfere."

Leon's neck would pop to one side, as a face of primal stone appeared, he was not angry, no it was the tingle of Adrinaline that gave him sauch feelings, it was a mixture of complete focus, muscles being tensed, and utter enjoyment of battle. The dark blue eyes of the boy sharpened as they peered at Katsuri, the battle was on now. Since the big guy made no movements, that meant Leon was to attack first.

Bending his upper body forward he would dash at uncontrollable speeds, his arms drooping down infront of him easily being whisped up by the forward momentum, this was his favorite style to use against new opponents. It was all a show, every movement seemed sporratic and uncontrolled, but that was to stay unpredictable.

He would come up on the big 8 footer, turn his upper body sideways, while his head kept a look on the guy and he would turn his upper body back at Katsuri throwing a left punch right for the big guy's mid section, his feet already in the sloppy form needed for his sporratic movements in case of an attack apon him. Of course if Katsuri was shorter this punch would oh hit him in the head. The obviouse power behind this would be visible by the stage that was ripped up in his wake, and the utter concussion from the fist being thrown if it impacted anything.

[~†Val†~]

The head of green hair had disappeared, wandering freely in the back of the auditorium since everyone was oh-so-busy up front as his head twitched and throbbed from the annoying crap that was being played through the speakers.

He didn't care about the water anymore, oh no, first he'd been rick-rolled and now he was being connected to a 56k Connection? Whoever these idiot students were they were most definitely making life more of a pain then it had to be and thus is why Val had gone on his hunt.

"This..Is....ANNOYING!" Came a shout, followed by nothing but silence.

And a moment later the sound of silence was coupled with the very distinct zzt of electricity making contact with water and a rather loud yelp from the victim of the sudden shock, well, at least he'd managed to rip the wiring away and disable the stupid speaker systems effectively putting an end to that obnoxious sound.

Several painful moments later he waved his hand and brushed smoke away from his clothing where minor burn marks had been created and plopped back down in his seat in the backrow and continued to stare up at the stage, like he was going to get up there and start fighting? Puh-lease.

[Deryk Bayard]

"You... The annoying staff member... Sound like Leon's gay lover or something... 'LEAVE LEON ALOOONE!' ...Shit..." Deryk almost spat out his words, as if he were in the same league as the rest of them. "But I got some news for you, I have no chance in hell of turning that crappy-ass noise off. It is not at all in my control. But Wyatt, keep the anomaly sphere going. We might as well keep every advantage we have, yeah?" He looked behind him at Wyatt, giving him a nod as if everything was okay. Farren wouldn't do anything if there was no offensive action. And there was no way he could tell what each section of the anomaly sphere was doing. As it was, only Wyatt fully understood the dynamics of the area. Deryk could only feel how the area was affecting him, and a little bit of how the area was affecting others. He'd seen the anomalies before and understood their basics.

"I'm sure you can handle this pissant, Wyatt. I have a feeling the noise will cease soon enough. Tech crew is probably at least slightly competent. I want to deal with the ringleader of this circus of boredom. If all they can muster up are those electric belts, a hairy bastard in his underwear, and a minor case of feedback... This school is going to be learning a lot of lessons fairly quickly."

A wild HENDERSON has appeared!

"Megaphone whore... I challenge you."

[[LEON] Joust]

Joust smiled, a chance was given. She moved, lightly, swiftly, the grace of a runner, a fighter. She moved forward, towards the principal. The other guy had his attention with that statement most likely, Joust wasn't going to let such a chance slip by. This guy had electrocuted her and ruined her hair. She stepped forward, another step, a quicker step, she raised her hand, her fingers curled inwards forming a fist. Another step, her elbow pulled back, he was almost in reach now, Joust didn't stop, she wouldn't stop. She was going to initiate the first blow, she knew that, but soon, everything will erupt, so it wouldn't matter. Things will erupt and the flashiest person would most likely be crucified as the one who performed the first hit. And she certainly wasn't that person.

Another step, her front foot fell flat on the ground, her body twisted, her smile was replaced with a flat look, and like the hammer of a gun, she moved to hit hard and fast to send events in motion. She aimed her fist for the back of Hendersons head, hoping that Hendersons attention would be focused on the other student. Whilst to her this seemed to proceed in slow motion, to many others this would've all gone down in quick sequence. But such is the difference between those who were slow and those that were blessed with speed.

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Jousts drug addicted stats for this thread:
Strength: 25+2
Dexterity: 50+2
Constitution: 15+2
Intelligence: 20+2
Wisdom: 15+2
Charisma: 5+2

[olesya]

"*&#@*(&....I didn't sign up for this."

Olesya sighed in a frustrated fashion as Risk Astely's voice boomed over the sound system. Now that she had called down a bit from her initial panic attack, now she was simply aggravated. Hands fell to the bind around her torso and tugged, the metal groaning as the join in the front separated forcefully. Well that was one good thing to come out of the whole facility ordeal, she was much stronger than she had been before.

But now what? All this chaos was giving her a headache, and she wasn't just about to stand down and let this fool have his way. Not after what she'd just gone through. Flipping open her cell phone, she pushed a few buttons before closing it again. A text message. To a single recipient. Sliding the phone back in her pocket she balled up her fists, her gaze set on the scene before her. Up on the stage was Spikey, the blonde haired boy she had fought in the courtyard all that time ago, good fighter. And it looks like he was transferred here as well...that could be a good thing. Olesya almost felt a tinge of hope among this wreck of a scholarly idea...all of her friends were back at 259: Emily, Mitsuki, Stu (though they were no longer friends..), maybe some good could come out of this, ja?

And then the sprinklers went off.

Not to say Olesya would melt, but it was now almost like there was a little raincloud over her head, you can imagine the expression on her face. Well, what to do now? The people up on the stage seemed occupied enough, but they would need a door to get out of here, right? Pushing her way into the aisle, the junior would stalk up toward the back of the auditorium where the burly guards were keeping watch over the locked auditorium doors.

"You watching that door, Tiny? Keeping all the bad little childrens inside?"

She taunted, picking up a book bag from one of the end seats, laden down with books and swung it like a shot put into the man's gut, following a milisecond after with an aerial roundhouse kick to the face, launching herself from the ground at him. After fighting Potemkin, this guy would be a piece of cake.

[Katsuri Katashi]

Za Warudo

He had not the slightest bit of trouble following the boy as he charged, instead, he seemed rather bored with the manner in which he was moving. Drunken motions? Please. Hiroko had tried the same thing at one point, and lets just say both of these people were not the greatest Drunken Boxers in the world. Those eyes shifted, following closer and closer, leaving less and less blur on the males movements as the adrenaline in his body began to up itself by leaps and bounds, sending streams of endorphins through his body, it was like he was popping a rainbow of pills. The oncoming strike was regarded, he did not have enough time to dodge, it would take too much time. Instead, dear Leon would have found another mode of attack being launched from the male, one very similar to his deceased brother, but would have seemed more vicious, calculated.

A knee rose, launching at an angle and colliding with that hand, he had noticed the power of it, the upkick of the stage was not lost on Katsuri. This, however, did not stop him from doing what he did. The downfall though was he used Leons own strength against him, as once that knee struck the oncoming fist, it would have launched back, and he let it, taking little recoil other then the damage from impact, and given the power in such a blow, regardless of the sort of movement he was keeping he would have had to have trouble in regaining his composure upon finding an opponent whom was more "flexible" if you will with power. The problem with Drunken Boxing was it was unpredictable yes, but it was not meant for power, rather for speed of strike. It was to catch your opponent off guard and then strike with a speed unlike any other, to bring power into the equation would be to fuck up the balance.

That knee swung low and he rose, all four-hundred plus pounds of his body soaring up from the strike, curling in air in a twist and bringing that foot of his back down on a most likely still recovering Leon, this of course hypothetical, but the fact was, if this attack hit the bout was liable to be over just like that if the boy did not have a skull of steel. It was aimed to collide with the top of his head, and he had four-hundred fifty seven pounds soaring downwards, the strength he had, Leons transferred energy, and on top of all of that gravity which added even more deadliness to his strike. Leon would learn that when Katsuri struck in a real fight, he struck to take you out in a single blow each time. Something he had to learn due to his size. "Die peacefully. " The only words said upon the impending doom.

( Edit: Damn it. Thats twice. )

Katsuri -

Strength: 125
Dexterity: 50
Constitution: 125
Intelligence: 85
Wisdom: 85
Charisma: 45

Adrenaline: 30%
Current Cap: 60% )

[Mr. H]

"Go back to your seat little girl." The first man by the door would say folding his arms over his chest. He had orders from Henderson not to let anyone out, let alone a little girl. The man would stand and take the book to the gut as well as the kick to the face without so much as moving to avoid it. He would turn his head back to the girl and grin, a small trickle of blood coming from his nose.

"Hehehehehehe that wasn't a smart move sweety." The other guard would say making a kissy face at the girl. He would move away from the door to face her as the one that was hit just stayed where he was. The second guard would crack his knuckles as he looked the girl over with a grin on his face.

"I suggest you go back to your seat before I have to punish you."

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Mr. Henderson would look at the blond kid that challenged him or so it would seem. He had poured over the transfer records and knew a little bit about most of his students off the top of his head, at least names and whatnot. After all a lot of these students were hand picked. This one didn't stand out as much, but he knew a little bit.

Name: Deryk Bayard
Grade: Sophomore
Threat level: insignificant

However a bigger threat was approaching, he could hear the footfalls coming at him despite the noise of the area, he could almost sense the attack, but this was what he wanted. He was going to destroy these children so that they could reform as men. Mr. Henderson would turn away from the blond kid to see the girl coming at him with an impressive amount of speed launching her attack, however it wasn't fast enough. Sidestepping the attack Mr. Henderson would grin as the punch hit empty air.

"To slow."

Was all he would say before bringing up the air horn to the kid's ear and letting out a loud blast of sound right in her ear. He wasn't quite ready to stop playing with them. He was going to make it clear that they couldn't do anything to stop this faculty, even if they didn't stamp down rebellion right away. Crushing someone quickly was demoralizing, but crushing them after a long period of them trying in vain to harm you could break them. As each attempt failed their moral would sink further and further until they were ready to be molded in to what you needed them to be, what they needed to become. It was all part of the plan.

[Deryk Bayard]

Deryk watched with a sense of imminent doom as the rather trashy looking girl ran in to attack Henderson, taking advantage of his challenge. Not cool. Seriously. Some people just had no respect for a challenge anymore. Challenges meant one on one. Glove slaps. And that whole honor thing. Seriously, nobody understood the concept anymore. Leon and Katashi got their one-on-one fun time. Why not him? Bitchwhoreasshumper. When the H-man did his little turn on the stage and blasted the horn, Deryk sighed and slumped his shoulders. Damn noises. Soon enough, he was going to be able to stand next to the speakers at a Metallica concert without fear of hurting his ears.

Seeing the resulting train wreck of stupid, he sighed again, this time laying his right palm over his face. His palm slid down his face slowly. The so-called "Cleric Face-palm." A habit he'd had when he'd played D&D. Players would do something stupid, and expect him to heal them. Go figure. Clerics were supposed to be more than just a med-kit. And he was supposed to be more than a disregarded mess of blonde hair on stage amidst the fighting.

"Oi... Assface..." Deryk took quick sidesteps towards Joust, launching his whole body into a sideways kick for Joust, wherever she may have been. "Show some respect for the guy. He said he was a school captain. He's got the skills to back it, yeah?" He growled and stepped away from the mess of worthless trash. "...Pathetic..."

[[LEON] Joust]

"ARGH!" Joust yelled, her hands clamping over her ears as the air horn blared, defeaning her almost. But this didn't mean she'd slow down. She became fast for a reason, and one point of speed is momentum, and to keep it is one thing she learnt. She pivoted on one foot, her other foot raising quickly as Jousts body leaned back slightly to counter balance, she was attempting to perform a kick to the upper body region, if not the head, of this clown. However, as if they were in some kind of comedy, this just so happened to be when Deryks attack came in, and missed. Passing just over her body as she leaned back for the counter balance. Joust was a little suprised to see a foot where her head had been moments before but she wasn't going to care, this didn't effect her. And so if her attacked missed, she intending to keep it carrying, slamming her raised foot into the ground and raising the other, for a sort of whirling motion. Overwhelm the enemy with a torrent of attacks. It usually worked, so why not?

[Mr. Kaar]

An easy mistake, but a mistake non-the-less. This was not drunken boxing Leon was using, though the methods where similer, this was a style without style. It was sloppy, lazy, and pretty mutch off balance to begin with. His attack was meant to do such a thing, Leons experience in fighting alone meant he could tell simply by the way Katsuri carried himself that he was no push over, but the tall-tale signs of the individual simply screamed out one thing to Leon.

~Katashi...~

As Leon's fist bounced off the knee, it threw him around with the arm, he'd duck down, pivoting on his toes as his hand pushed off the ground to get him out from under the falling giant, as he would push up he would send out his left foot in a heel kick aimed to snap apon contact as it would fully extend across the side of the head of the big man. He knew the chances of Katsuri dodging where slim, but he also knew getting full contact was not of high chance either considering the kind of ability the guy showed.

Leon had been faced with people who faught as brutaly as this guy before... But none had shown his intent to destroy him. Leon was still going to attempt to enjoy this fight, but he would have to play straight up hard ball with this guy if he had any chance of staying in the game. It was the kind of pressure one felt when they met someone who could and had the intent to possibly kill you. This man had followed a way of an old style clans member, which reminded him of what he had heard about the Katashi Clan. They had similerities in regards to their warrior ways to the Sudeki clan, just a much more brutal clan.

After the attack Leon would be thrown upright by his own force, he would back peddle a step or two, but he would stop playing the fool and get into it. As his words would be muttered.

"Your still holding back."

[olesya]

Olesya wasn't surprised to find that her attack hardly phased him, afterall, it was like she was kicking concrete. Though, determined, she kept her ground and stared him down as she laughed.

"Hehehehehehe that wasn't a smart move sweety."

Ugh, what was it with large men and ill-wanted affection? Potemkin had made crude comments to her as well, and where was he now? Oh yeah, dead. This guy was like half the oaf's size, she could take him down..just this time she didn't have Saint to back her up.

"I suggest you go back to your seat before I have to punish you."

"You think you can move that fast, Tubby?" She sneered, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I'm sorry but I think I'm going to take a rain check on this stupid assembly, it's messed up my hair."

She shook her head quickly, droplets of water falling from her disheveled auburn hair that was now sticking up in mini spikes where she ran her hands through it.

[Farren]

"Mmmmarrghhh...!"

Hey, it's hard to write sounds okay? It started as a moan and transformed into an aggravated growl. Least that's how it sounded to me. That blonde kid, I think his name was Deryk, was being a typical snotty teen and blew me off, instead challenging Henderson. Not smart to begin with. But then that other girl, little miss muffit, decides she's not getting enough attention and attacks first. Deryk gets pissy and attacks her then! Seriously, at least stay with the target you challenge!

Henderson could hold his own as he was aptly showing, but I didn't want him to ruin his suit. It was a nice suit. So as my growl faded off I smacked my head once or twice to wake up, gave one last steely glare to Wyatt, and chased down the girl. She was fast, maybe even a little faster than me, but that was her only strength it seemed. Even Deryk had managed to hit her. So as her second kick came whirling around I stooped low and literally took the kick in the shoulder, blocking for Henderson and allowing it to smack full force into my braced arm.

The impact was loud and my back foot slid a few inches before regaining a hold on the floor. Not bad, that could leave a welt. But my face was stone and didn't change the entire time. "You seem a little agitated kid. We'll have a meeting later." With that I drove forward, trying to catch her before she managed to bring her foot to the ground again. My right arm extended full length out to my side and cocked back. And with a terrifying swing I sprinted forward and a sent a clothesline screaming for her neck. A clothesline from hell. To give you an idea, here's a video demonstration...The Clothesline From Hell

Deryk, you're next...