Therefore... I CHALLENGE YOU! (Special/Open)

["Unfettered"]

Time To Wake Up
Theme Song: Madness 6.5 by cheshyre

Time and time again, Public High School #259 had shown its colors to survive the worst. The absolute worst of situations always made students transfer out and back in when things were deemed "safe" again. In truth, the fact that the school was still standing after everything it had gone through, that the school was still going through was nothing short of a miracle.

Then again...

---"Unfettered" slowly strode his onto the school grounds, close by to the familiar clock tower in the courtyard where he had that incomplete sparring match with John Ong when he first became inducted as part of the S.H.C.P. The same courtyard where the German himself cornered the courtyard into a blazing ring of fire with molotovs to awaken and fight the apparent legendary "Lightning Dragon" of Public High School #552. Yes, it was that same courtyard where the bomb incident nearly occurred as well.

So many memories flooded the German as his slow, but deliberate figure figure made its way in a white t-shirt, blue jeans, black Nike sneakers as he typically wore these days. His hair knotted into a pony-tail behind his head. So many people had graduated, transferred out, or moved on. And yet like always, he had stayed.

He was a super-senior now.

...A few tears rolled down his eye, looking onward at them all as he sat in the stands. That glorious graduation. Amazing how so few of them actually had parents to support them in these years and even more so to how they had all grown. Gabriel... Bastille... Emily... so many were---

Militia was disbanded, whether people knew of it or no.

"Yes. Until or unless a time should arise again and I decide and succeed in attaining support in the school az a gang leader, this vill be our last meeting."

"It haz been an honor serving und vorking vith you all."

Tai had...

Blood trailed down his chin, as he stood there, the rain coming down as hard as ever. He could still feel the wet warmth on his back, as they stood, arms and guards up, legs bent, stuck in an alleyway.

"Yeah, ya' fuck... lookit whatchu' got us into now."

"Keh..."

"IT'S BEEN MY HONOR!"

*WHACK*

...

"...TAI!!!"

...He had liquidated his restaurant's assets and donated it to the rebuilding of Public High School #259, as a payback to Mr. Asiv's initial kindness for the loan that got the boy started in the first place.

Marina looked at him, a small smidgen of hope in her eyes as "Unfettered" held up a picture of them. All of them. His face began to cradle a smile, as his eye began to water up at the memory, but even smiling... he had to shake his head and closed his eye.

She whimpered at the sight, before looking down at the small box he had always carried about with him for emergency medical purposes.

"...Boss..."

"...I'm not your boss anymore. Call me John," he replied solemnly.

"Well, um... where will you be going?" feigning an obviously fake happiness at everything that was going on.

But things had to occur like this, or there would be no movement. "Unfettered" understood this and had explained it as best as he could. What good was a gang in Public High School #259 that only existed as himself in Public High School #259? Many of them were incompatible with 259's mannerisms and didn't have a Qi like he did. Survival rates would be...

"...A small little two-room apartment. Rather spaciouz. ...It'll give me time to think..." he looked up at her. Tilting his head, smiling slightly...

"It iz not like thiz is the final goodbye, ja?"

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...That fight had...

People were slowly starting to gather around the courtyard, in the form of a circle, not daring to enter it even though the school day was only beginning. But today had to begin somehow, some way.

The lack of fighting... the reasons for Public High School #259's shutdown for these past few weeks had left many of the students deteriorated in terms of skill, but there he stood. "Unfettered." "Thrush." Jonathan Winters. That German boy. His fists were bloodied, as his foot was on the chest of a still breathing fellow, who looked up defiantly at him.

"...Zat's it..." he smiled back at his fallen opponent. Then, with a heft, he pulled up the fellow by the hand before leading the boy's hand around his neck, while leading him to the outer ring of watchers, some perplexed by the action, but the opponent himself smiling as if he himself understood while his buddies dragged him off to the school nurse. Meanwhile, "Unfettered" had come back to the center, his arms outstretched defiantly, pleadingly, his eye wide open as he sways his hands about with strong strokes.

"COME NOW, TWO-FIVE-NINE!"

"WHAT IS YOUR ANSWER!? HOW ABOUT TO YOURSELF!?"

"WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE STRONG!?"

"WHAT MAKES A DRAGON!?"

"WHAT MAKES OUR SCHOOL DIFFERENT FROM OTHERS!?"

"WHY DO WE LOVE THIS SCHOOL!?"

"WHY DOES MR. ASIV ALL BUT BASICALLY ALLOW US TO RIP EACH OTHER A NEW ONE!?"

"HOW HAVE WE PREVAILED SO MANY TIMES!?"

"WHO IS THE SCHOOL CAPTAIN!?"

"SHALL I BE HIM, OR WILL ANOTHER STEP FORWARD!?"

...He smiled what some may say could be his infamously coolly-thought smile.

"With so many questions unanswered... Someone must answer. All must answer. Therefore..."

"...I CHALLENGE YOU!"

Pointing, ever defiantly. Ever-curiously. At her. At him. At you. At me. At the heart of Public High School #259.

Who would answer the call?

...Would you?

OOC: This is a "Special" fight and therein will yield no EXP unless Leon says otherwise. These are the rules for all participants:

-You have 18 points to distribute to all 6 of your statistics.

• You must have a minimum of 1.
  
• There is no cap.
  
• You may distribute the points as you want.
  
• 5 points and above is XIN-physics based.
  
• The statistics are mostly guidelines.
  
• Every point put into Intelligence allows you to set up one "trap" per point in this thread.
  
• Every time you use your Qi, you use up 1 Charisma point.

-You may set up whatever Qi you want---within reason.
-This will be itemless, for simplicity's sake.
-This WILL be an EPIC XIN fight, conversation, story, or whatever. This is guaranteed so long as YOU guarantee it.

Let's ROCK.

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"Unfettered"
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 1
Constitution: 2
Intelligence: 6
Wisdom: 4
Charisma: 3
Qi: Ice Formulation/Ice Elemental Fighting Moves

[Gabriel Seran]

A return to first principles in a republic is sometimes caused by the simple virtues of one man. His good example has such an influence that the good men strive to imitate him, and the wicked are ashamed to lead a life so contrary to his example.
-Niccolo Machiavelli

Duty, so many words of this passed along through many different mouths it'd seem. From those of the past to those of the present sanctifying a justified act of grandeur and yet leaving that memory tainted by falsified backdrop.

The eyes of the graduated student Gabriel Seran surveyed their way about the circle like ring made out before Public High School #259. Searching and doting upon the great many faces. Those he'd recognize from lingering too long at the school and keeping those momentary glimpses in his memory and then again those of which were seemingly new and distant. They all however shared a distance to them, shell shock perhaps, descent even. How the past shaped us it often seemed the most harsh deal on our minds was that which happened but days ago. Terror. Instilled in our waking hearts.

The normally lavish dressed Gabriel approached with a slow and subtly less vigorous garb, his jeans dark and torn by his own experiences having gone but a few weeks without a recent brawl as for his shirt was left black as well the color still pure and untainted by the rushing of blood.

His long and unaltered footsteps made way through th hall to overlook the scene from a wall side, the plastering just inches above the normal walkway to the side. His emerald hues falling upon "Unfettered" Winters. The man who he'd first found his respect for here, and even aimed to prove loyal to. How much things change for this day was far different from their match in the library. Simply put they stood divided most evidently. Gabriel was a Dragon now, and though Militia may have been disbanded Johnathan stood against them.

....or so last he checked.

"Always quite the entertainer..." Gabriel mused his frame breaking the plane slowly. The edge of his voice very quite as to not draw any further attention.

He was learning, slowly enough isn't it so, but learning nonetheless his actions had been bold and careless now he needed to progress in a better fashion. One befitting the Prince.

"I'll accept your Challenge John."

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Strength: 2
Dexterity: 4
Constitution: 4
Intelligence: 2
Wisdom: 3
Charisma: 3
Qi: Radiant Waves / Radiation effects (in the form of heatwaves)