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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 7, 2009 7:00:30 GMT -8
Matrim's first day back... it seemed like no matter what school he went to he couldn't successfully complete his senior year. I mean, seriously, not at Point Hope, not at 259 the first time, and not at 42. God he got so bored of that place, the only challenge there was Linda, and he got some mixed feelings after seeing Sara go nuts on her. He had always imagined Linda was a bit stronger, but maybe it was just her ability to endure that made her so incredibly terrifying. Oh well, back to focusing. Let's set the scene for everybody shall we?
It's your typical school, your typical entrance. And here, nobody knows who the hell he is. Problem with that is, dumbshits give him dirty looks that make him want to tear their heads off... but he knew better than that, he knew better than to bring attention to himself before his big entrance. After all, he'd much rather catch everyone who knew him by surprise.
*thump*
"Watch where you're going ass---"
FWHAM!
"UMFFFF!"
Sure technically Matrim bumped into this guy, but he spoke up.... he deserved this... right? Matrim's right hand gripped the guys face hard, raising him up against the row of lockers so his feet didn't touch the ground.
"Let me explain this to you. This school feels small to me, I feel a little claustrophobic in it, and getting a remark like yours just tends to set me off.... so we're going to play a little game called property. If you can manage to say clearly 'I'm sorry sir, I'll never talk back to you again' without any changes in the words, then you get to keep what little good looks you have left. Otherwise, you become my property.... and trust me.... everyone will know."
"Fuck you!" He managed to say clearly through the hand somehow. If the kid had played the game right he probably would have been let off free.....
"Oh... that was not the right answer."
Matrim's hands ignited in flames immediately, just another trick he learned to do. Not having to focus his Qi any more to start it was one of the tricks he wanted to show an old friend or two. Luckily, he had been standing in the same position long enough that to the bystander it would appear as if he had waited.
The kid screamed and screamed as a hand print burnt into his face, the parts of his hair being touched singed and filled the hallway with a sickening scent. The kid would be scarred for life... the hand print was a sign of his, something he did to Sara, but he would never do that to anybody else... not in that same spot anyway.
The kid started kicking his feet as he was asphyxiated from the flames consuming the oxygen around him, making it hard to get any of it. Then he fell unconscious, and then Matrim let go....
"Well, there goes keeping my cool....."
(OOC:
Str: 53
Dex: 54
Cha: 55)
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Sept 7, 2009 12:15:16 GMT -8
[white] - Takehiro had been observing the halls as usual during the hour, and for a while everything seemed to be calm. That was, until his eyes were set on the scene before him; a boy setting another on fire in the middle of the school, during school hours. His eyes widened and he pushed off of the ground using his full strength, which would allow him to reach the boy's location within a second's time and he would bring his right fist around and slam it into the kid's ribs. His strength combined with speed and momentum would most likely send the boy flying down the hall with broken ribs.
[green]"I'm sick of kids like you.. You're going to be put in your place."[/green]
- If his attack were to hit, he would dash after his opponent and take hold of one of their legs. He would grip the boy's ankle tightly, spin him around, which would cause his scalp to scrape painfully against the lockers, and he would slam the boy into the tiled floor.[/white]
[green]"I won't go easy on a kid like you."[/green]
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 7, 2009 13:56:31 GMT -8
A man showed up, a relatively quick man to, and while he knew what was coming all he could manage to do was shield himself, pulling a locker door off of the locker in front of him and bringing it in the path of the punch, both hands pressing against it to support the door and prevent it from breaking and allowing the punch to connect. The locker door still gave in, and a huge amount of kinetic energy was transferred into Matrim's palms as he slid back, quite far back too. Matrim threw the locker aside, and decided he may have to use his big guns.... but it was best to test the waters a little bit first.
"I'm sick of kids like you.. You're going to be put in your place. I won't go easy on a kid like you."
"Oh?" Matrim said, extremely tempted to heat things up a bit... so he did, but only slightly. Matrim's entire arms and legs set fire, leaving just his torso and his head uncovered. His eyes went up to the man who had charged him earlier, "You know what they say about playing with fire, right?"
(OOC: Wasn't sure if you'd do your next attack or not given the whole setting his limbs on fire deal as well as the somewhat blocked attack, so sorry if I make you retype anything D=
Str: 58
Dexterity: 59
Con: 68
Cha: 50)
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Sept 7, 2009 14:05:09 GMT -8
[OoC: No problem, my attack didn't really succeed ^^;]
[white] - The boy was quick enough to pull a locker out and use it as a shield, but he was still pushed back quite far. Takehiro shook his arms a little bit, feeling a little embarassed. He should have destroyed the locker and decimated the boy's entire torso like he would've done in New York, but the twelve years of inactivity had taken their toll, it seemed. He popped his neck and straightened his tie, continuing to walk forward. [green]"So it would seem you have some skill, boy, but there is no meaning in strength if not used to protect."[/green]
- The boy threw the locker aside and decided to pull a 'flashy' technique, something that people around here did often, and it didn't really phase Takehiro much. His own ability was lost long ago since he failed to ever practice or do anything to help himself, but he wouldn't need it here, not now at least. [green]"Oh, fire. I'm so scared. What're you going to do, burn my clothes off? Singe my hair? Flashy tricks won't get you anywhere, especially not with me, and now you've got another reason for me to discipline you; damage to school property."[/green]
- Takehiro dashed forward at his full speed, heading toward the destroyed locker. In a second he was right in front of it and he sent his right foot into it with his full strength. The locker would fly toward the boy like a frisbee, it's force great enough to break bones upon impact, even if the impact would be a small one.[/white]
[OoC: Any questions, PM me.]
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 7, 2009 18:42:15 GMT -8
"So it would seem you have some skill, boy, but there is no meaning in strength if not used to protect." And with that Matrim was pissed. And a little sad. If only this guy knew just how many he had failed to protect, if only he knew that no matter how strong he was, it didn't matter. Not one bit..... "Oh, fire. I'm so scared. What're you going to do, burn my clothes off? Singe my hair? Flashy tricks won't get you anywhere, especially not with me, and now you've got another reason for me to discipline you; damage to school property."
The man moved again and it was fast, when his foot moved, Matrim dove to the side, which was smart because it would have hit him head on. Matrim's shoulder slammed into the lockers and he pushed off the ground, "Damaging school property, don't even joke about something so silly. You aren't protecting this school or it's students, you're weakening them. The longer you protect them, the weaker they get since they rely on the likes of you. But you won't always be there, you can't always be there."
Matrim ran at the guy, close quarters was his best bet with this guy, allow the Qi to do it's work. As he got in he realized that he'd have to step it up, but not quite yet. "You're strong, and fast......" Matrim said as he got just out of reach, pulling back his right fist and launching it towards the guys nose.
Are you fireproof?
(OOC: Since my stats have recently changed up I'll put all the stats up I had when this thread started so I don't forget mid fight.
Str: 58
Dexterity: 59
Con: 68
Int: 65
Wis: 100
Cha: 50)
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Sept 8, 2009 20:29:23 GMT -8
OOC: Because it's open! :D I won't interfere. >_>
Mitsuki was making rounds. It was pretty simple. Break up the fights, and if they don't comply, break them. Hopefully, they learned their lesson - but chances are, the student body would continue on with their violence, and this would simply be a never ending circle of fighting and stopping the fights. It was her job to protect the student body, but when two students are fighting, who the hell is she supposed to protect? The bystanders? She wished that the students were less edgy. It seemed that even the males in this school had their time of month where a single glare would send an entire wall of the school to collapse. Ha! How ridiculous is that? What a violent school. It wasn't like this her freshman year; perhaps the school captain before her was much more successful? She would ask him what he did, but too bad he graduated when she was a freshman. How unfortunate.
Mitsuki was there when Matrim (we'll just call him by his name, though she does NOT know who he is, nor has she ever seen him) drop the boy onto the ground. Her eye brow automatically rose at the sight of the burnt face, eyes flashing momentarily as she began to observe the boy in silence. She saw the teacher coming, and through his words, she easily came to the conclusion that she wouldn't need to interfere. Lockers went a-flying, and the teacher was hella fast.
And what's this? Ooooh.... Fire.
This was...most certainly interesting. Mitsuki copied Matrim's Qi, or started to, anyway. She leaned against a locker near by as other students approached to witness the whole sha-bang. She began to wonder who Matrim was, and why she hadn't seen him before. Was he new? Perhaps he was? Or maybe he started to attend the school when Mitsuki had gone missing. As for the teacher... He was her art teacher, was he not?
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Sept 13, 2009 18:36:52 GMT -8
[green]"As long as I am here I will do my job to protect those who cannot protect themselves."[/green]
[white] - He stood calmly as the boy would approach, and Takehiro studied him. He was quick enough to get away from the attacks, but not many were as battle-hardened as he himself was, so it would take too much to wear the kid out, and then he would break him. The boy would launch his fist forward, a simple attack and there was obviously some sort of trick behind it, but close quarters was the most ridiculous thing one could do when fighting against Mr. A.
- He would tilt his head to the side and dash forward, bringing his left arm around and wrapping it around the guy's elbow. His right foot would slam down upon the guy's left, and his right palm would come forward and he would slam it into the guy's chest with enough force to send him flying through the wall. However, he wouldn't release his grip, therefore strain would be increased on the man's body, greatly weakening all of the joints and causing him to feel lightheaded and woozy. He would then follow up by bringing his arm back around and slamming his fist into the boy's face.[/white]
[green]"No one here relies on skill, I can see!"[/green]
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Sept 13, 2009 18:59:09 GMT -8
Matrim slid his foot back before the guy could crush it with his own, cheap trick. The guy wrapped his arm around Matrim's, that was fine, but the fact is that his arm would be burnt pretty badly from putting himself in contact with flames, and the longer it stayed there the worse the burn. As for the palm to the chest, Matrim's flaming left hand took care of that, snatching the mans hand at the wrist before he could do anything with it. How did he accomplish this?
Well, somebody watching the fight would notice Matrim's torso igniting in flames.
(Str: 76
Dexterity: 76
Con: 66
Int: 65
Wis: 100
Cha: 45)
"No one here relies on skill, I can see!"
"You really have a way of talking yourself into situations you can't handle," Matrim would say, his flaming right hand would latch up grabbing onto the back of the mans shoulder, keeping his right arm out of the way and getting their bodies together, the flames would burn, afterall they were off of his body ever so slightly, so he'd be in full contact with them all the way with his body, most likely burning the mans skin badly the longer in contact. Matrim's left knee would shoot up into the mans groin, Matrim's head would shoot forward, the forehead smashing towards the bridge of the mans nose. And then Matrim would lower his left knee and swing that knee into the mans right side, aiming for rib, still holding onto his right wrist the best that he could.
"If you want we can end this now, walk our separate ways. This is your last chance."
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Sept 13, 2009 19:10:14 GMT -8
[white] - The man would ignite his torso in flames and close in on Takehiro. To most people, it would seem as if this meant a loss to the tank, but it's not like he wasn't set on fire before. The man would grab his wrist, and at that moment he would twist his arm around to release it, and if that didn't work he would just pull the guy down with himself, and he would do something quite dangerous. He would lower his body and wrap his arms around the guy's waist, of course this meant pulling the boy's arm down with it. He would then bear hug the boy's waist, applying pressure to the kidneys. This would cause the blood to rush up, and no just a small amount. Takehiro's strength was great and he would make his opponent submit at whatever cost, he had faced much worse than burning in New York, although he wouldn't be able to take the heat for too long. If the boy wouldn't submit from the damage to his kidneys, then he would resort to ripping him off of his own body and throwing him into the lockers.[/white]
[green]"If one was to submit from small amounts of pain then one would not be able to call themselves a warrior!"[/green]
[white] - Call him old fashioned if you will, Takehiro never lost to anyone.[/white]
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