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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 8, 2009 23:22:03 GMT -8
Everyone who had been around before the earthquake would know of all the students that had been brought to the correctional fascility. Few knew of what went on inside, the expiramentation on students, the horrible torture and battles that where forced on people in these building for "Data". Yet what some people dont know are that alot of the people being held at the correctional fascility where not sent there the usual way. Some where falsly accused to gain more expiraments.
It just so happens 5 of those people had been successful expiraments. Made stronger, and became closer with each other through their hatred for those responsable for their being there. They blamed not the administration, at first they did, but through the manipulative words of the ruler of the correctional fascility they grew to hate the other students. The ones who where free to do what they wanted while they where forced through the hell. The ones that made the fascility needed in the first place.
But today only four would be present, all wearing the same shoulder guard on their right shoulder. Dark blue uniforms and almost all of them where different in appearance. There where two average sized guys, one had long blonde hair that he seemed to like, the other was bald. The biggest of the bunch had a red mohawk, and seemed constently angry. The other was short and bald. Though he seemed to give off the same confidence as the others.
Within the matter of ten minutes they where in the courtyard and completely cleared it out, students lay on the ground everywhere. And it would seem it was the work of just one of them, the short one. Then the one with long hair stepped forward.
"Bring your strongest to us so we can destroy them! They will pay for what they have done!"
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 8, 2009 23:39:55 GMT -8
A time ago, this place, Public High School #259 had suffered the oddest miracle of time. The students had acted as one under the uniting force of The Militia to free those who had been taken prizoner by the hands of an elite force known as The Enforcers. This act of unification drove them to continue their tirade for unity and equality amongst all other schools. As Militia's word spread to others much like Moral Crest so had Gabriel, a time ago he had left their ranks in search of his own duty, he sought for a world of violence to attain peace. This was what he had learned early on that no peace could be attained without a common enemy. And that enemy had sought them out again, into the night it would seem as if another peril grew from the depths of their own unfinished labors and would come to haunt them again. This time Gabriel had grown and would suffer whatever blow that would come.
It was early now, nearly mid day as the fearsome group made their arrival onto school campus. Gabriel found himself right before the chaos as students looked on woth fear, granted Gabriel was somewhat fearful himself the unknown always came with such. His dark apparel and tight fitting trenchcoat he wore gave himself a certain boost to his ego pressing him up to the stage and stare down this rivaled foe. Certainty was something he'd had once before yet now he had to face a new challenge something he'd never seen before he was sure. Though it resembled every threat the past had yeilded, why quit now? was the only question he could muster as he rose to the challenge defiantly.
"You seek out the strongest? What makes you think they've causd the damage...?" Gabriel made quick banter approaching the now apparent space he'd been given from the quickly evasive students.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 9, 2009 1:17:36 GMT -8
The one who stepped forward, out of the many students running away, was easy to spot, then spoke up. As if talking would get him anywhere with these four. But the long haired male would respond with agitation.
"It doesn't matter, all of you are responsable, bringing down the strongest first saves us trouble."
The short one would take some steps towards Gabriel. He had a huge smile on his face as if every second was an even greater joy than the next.
"Let me have this one guys."
He started to chuckle randomly mixed with exhauled scoffs. The others didn't seem to want to refuse so they just stayed silent.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 9, 2009 6:39:24 GMT -8
Mitsuki warily eyed the sea of bodies that were already on the ground. And all of this happening by simply one person? Why did the strong ones always have to make such a huge fuss? Mitsuki yawned, her left hand coming up to cover her mouth before dropping back down to her side. Gabriel had stood up, asked a question, however it went unanswered. She gave him kudos, however, for attempting to speak with such violent looking people. As if their bald heads and mohawks didn't scream, 'Oh, hi, I'm trying to be badass.' Anyway, if her yawn didn't catch their attention, then she would step up a little ways behind Gabriel, insipid eyes hinting a bit of boredom, perhaps to tick them off? For all she knew, they could be brutes and lack the brains. They did not even try to have a peaceful conversation with Gabriel and wanted to go straight into action, and they were manipulated enough to believe that other students of the school were responsible for... Well, for something.
Mitsuki was only at the school for half of these events - the first half. However, she was able to obtain information regarding what had happened. What kind of a school captain would she be if she didn't even know the history of her own school?
They say if you fight fire with fire, you'll end up burning yourself.
She was silent, but those dull eyes of hers came to with life. She stepped next to Gabriel, briefly glancing him before turning towards the four brutes.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 9, 2009 11:19:33 GMT -8
"It doesn't matter, all of you are responsable, bringing down the strongest first saves us trouble."
Gabriel's emerald eyes short dangerously forth taking on the challenge even if it meant he was alone and outmatched, people who created chaos out of vengence never got their way he'd learned that much himself. His piercing eyes studied the short one who was walking in dangerous proximtiy over. The guy didn't look to be much of a challenge but then again looks could be decieving.
"Let me have this one guys."
Gabriel chuckled lightly in admiration of the character feeling a surge of confidence now. If it was going to be a one on one at this point Gabriel would just have to destroy this one quickly.
"You take me?" Gabriel mocked, "I'll crush you and throw you into the wind." (ooc: yea Vegeta = epic win!)
With all the theatrics set aside Gabriel noticed the arrival of Mitsuki at his side. Once more he had trouble reading her expression but could tell now that she wasn't much of a talker, he remembered how different the people where here from Moral Crest. Here they proved might through actions not buffering their own bravado. Gabriel gave her a small nod acknowledging her but never submissing to her leadership quite yet. He needed her to live up to the position she'd kept such a long time ago, he wanted to see it to believe it.
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Post by David B. on Aug 9, 2009 22:13:24 GMT -8
A deep sea blue, the white mounds of evaporated water floating carelessly above the soon to be battle field. He wore white today- all white. It was unnatural for him, but recently it seemed to be all he wore. He remembered wearing it at the battle for the title of School Captain- that being a certain time ago. He lay dowl on the room of a building behind the intruders, making sure that, as he snuck up the other side, he would remain totally unseen and unheard. He kept his energy and Qi utterly low, though he did charge it. He kept everything supressed- he would not be entering this fight unless he was asked. Gabrel was too proud, as was Mitsuki- thats what he counted on. He would make sure that she was not seriously injured, but until that time was confident she could defend herself adequetly.
He took a deep, steadying breath.
'Time to see if these kids can work together....'
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 12, 2009 1:19:05 GMT -8
Walking in from behind Mitsuki and Gabriel was a young man, a Junior. Red Blood hair and biker goggles. There seemed to be small beeps coming from it as he started to read the information going on here. He'd then walk over to the two students standing across from the five.
"Mr. Asiv told me to find the ones who would challange the four. My name is Areon Fury, I'm supposed to help you, and give you information you may not have."
He wasn't sure if they cared or not, but he would give them the info he currently had anyways. He looked to Gabriel, then to the small guy.
"You can take the small guy. My readings are showing he only has 246. You though. Your showing 338. No contest."
The bald one laughed. He folded his arms and would taunt his own team mate to make him angry, one of their regular tactics.
"Hahaha, look at that Kuhn. They've already called you a nothing compaired to them."
The short one got angry from this and would shout at the three present.
"Dont think your little psychic there can give you hope, I'm still going to trash you like nothing!"
The short guy would charge at Gabriel at increased speeds lifting his right hand back fingers curled not pointing in any specific direction, his left hand raising the same way only kept closer to his body. Energy entering his hands as he activated the Qi and thrust his left hand forward fingers pointing at Gabriels chest. Qi in his hands causing a slight extention from the finger (8th of an inch) to cause a flesh wound to cause pain.
Str: 46
Dex: 70
Con: 40
Int: 30
Wis: 30
Cha: 30
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 12, 2009 20:01:37 GMT -8
"You can take the small guy. My readings are showing he only has 246. You though. Your showing 338. No contest."
Gabriel's eyes shot to the figure now appearing at his side. The odd red color to his hair definatly made him stand out if the goggles and beeping didn't send the message. A brow cocked, Gabriel hadn't been afraid of the guy on the other side merely ready for a good challenge from a loud mouth, but the kid at his side had warped it into something like D&D. A small trace of wonder tinkered at his skull as he wondered how the kid could even do it...
"Dont think your little psychic there can give you hope, I'm still going to trash you like nothing!" The small one called out echoing his prior challenge.
Emerald visionaries darkened into grim hues as the death glare began. "We shall see..." He whispered low enough for very few to hear at all.
Gabriel shotgunned out of a neutral stance in a single bound closing the distance as he rocketed off a single shot with his right and leaving his chest open for an attack. But wait there was more, while there was a beat to it the right fist would probably come down across the face should it not be interupted and an instant later his left would be brought up like a vice choking of a healthy retreat. With Gabriel's forward motion being pressed in his heel he'd continue forward on the assault.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 15, 2009 10:26:11 GMT -8
Areon's head turned to watch as things played out, the readins fo the power of each movement changed as it would seem a Qi had been charged, though with Areon's eyes he could already see that, as the aura field of Qi is visible to him normally, but his goggles where also warning him of potential dangers. Instead of warning Gabriel, who would probably find out faster than he could be told he simply spoke in general for Mitsuki to hear.
"He's focusing his Qi into his hands to cause make shift fingernails, looks like it could cause some pretty bad cuts."
The small guy hadn't expected such a hard impact from the males attack, the fist smashing into his face. His head turned sharply to the side, as he was pushed back, the finger nails of the Qi missing flesh and only slicing cloth as he was detered from his original target. The surprise lasted long enough for the next attack to wallap the other side of his face, saliva shooting from his mouth, but he was more focused now, being able to shift his body enough to avoid the next strike.
Countering with a strike of his own towards the back fo the left arm before it could retreat from its strike. The nails would slice flesh, to cause Gabriel to bleed, and alot of pain.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 15, 2009 11:55:49 GMT -8
A satisfied grin appeared as the thrusts had made an impact on the small foe but he hadn't grown entirely cocky, Gabriel still needed to retreat every once in a blue moon. His feet bounced back in an attempt to retreat but found that the little man was a tad bit faster. Bones racked through his thick clothing finding their way into the flesh at his left arm seething into it as a stinging feeling remained.
"Gah.." The gutteral noise left Gabriel's lips as he stumbled backwards hefting the arm with a bloodstained grip.
In all the quick movements he'd yet to notice the opposition's nails that had apparently become that of daggers. The sneaky weapon had been veiled and now suddenly come to light. Gabriel flinched at the squimish thought of being impaled by one of those deadly inscissors. His goal would be to break them off and shove it down his throat.
Letting go of his damaged arm Gabriel wouldn't waste any time coming again at a forward strike. The first of which would be another downward jab at the man's face hopefully making contact and to follow it up the instant the punch had followed through or not Gabriel would drop hopefully avoiding any retaliation and sweep his legs out from underneath his foe hopefully tripping him up.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 20, 2009 6:53:07 GMT -8
((OoC: Sorry. I guess I hadn't been specific enough, the "nails" are Qi based. Not actually his nails.))
As the first punch hit square on the side of his face, once again causing hsi head to whip back he'd bolt backwards and slide to a stop. The big bald guy in the group watching slapped his own face in laughter. The others grinning still, this was all a good show to them.
"Look, Kuhn, if you can't beat just this guy, then we should of disposed of you like the others."
The little one known as Kuhn seemed upset by this. Closing his hands obviousely the Qi creating the cutting tools gone he'd burst forward faster than before, zooming to gabrial's left side where he would stomp with his right foot, cracking the ground in that place as he would push all that momentum at Gabriel as he would throw his own right punch at Gabriel's left cheek. His image distorted, stretched from the speed. Wrapped around the fist would be Qi that would explode apon impact causing further impact damage. Right After the kid would seem tired. Breathing alittle heavy. Sweating.
Areon flinched when he saw the energy change. He didn't like it.
"His energy jumped. I couldn't get a clear reading he moved too fast, but he seems to either have two Qi's or he can manipulate Qi in a pure form."
Str: 46 (55)
Dex: 70 (80)
Con: 40
Int: 30
Wis: 30
Cha: 30
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Post by Arthur Ð on Aug 20, 2009 7:22:43 GMT -8
Arthur stood, further back from the battlefield as he watched. A hand going to his face and laughing. Watching what was begining to unfold before him, as he realised his only possible action was to march forward. To learn the rules.
Clenching his fists, he thought for a moment to release the weights that held him down. His hands straying away from the clasps. To improve one had to fight under increasingly difficult situations. And with that, Arthur began to move forward. Sluggishly thanks to the weights of his master. His fist clenching as he initiated Current B, recieving a small boost to his speed, charging for the already initiated conflict.
((Arthur currently has +4 Dex))
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 20, 2009 7:30:35 GMT -8
The one with the long blonde hair saw the charging individual and would seem to vanish from point, so much faster than his little friend, so much that not even Areon's special eyes caught it, he'd appear almost in front of the kid throwing a punch that would grab the kid from the chest and lift him up.
"Thats not how we play the game boy. You will stay back."
The guy would stare at the kid. Dominatingly powerful or acting the part anyways. He was cocky and seemed to portray it in a negative way.
Str: 80
Dex: 80
Con: 80
Int: 60
Wis: 70
Cha: 80
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Post by Arthur Ð on Aug 20, 2009 7:36:10 GMT -8
Arthurs eyes widened as he began to fall back at the sudden appearence of the other figure. Getting ready to move back and around, he felt himself stop moving, and instead enter a period of flight. It took him a moment to realise he had been lifted clean off the ground and instantly he began to flail around.
Shortly Arthur moved into his second defensive strategy, and curled up into a ball as best he could. Which in this case was wrapping himself tightly around the guys arm and feeding as much energy as he could to increase his weights to make it harder to throw him around.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 20, 2009 7:44:45 GMT -8
As the guy was going to let go the guy clamped down. And started weighting a ton.
"The hell?"
The guy was pulled to the ground and started getting shocked by the thing clamped to him. He would grunt as he lifted his fee hand back, Qi wrapping around the wrist spinning whirling. Areon's eyes shifting to watch the other guys abilities, pulling it apart analyzing, learning.
The man would then throw the punch at his own arm and the guy stuck to it. Wind almost as powerful as a tornado would hit the area of his punch ripping up the earth and cement, to rip Arthur from his own arm.
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