Fate

[Zack Asiv]

It Is The Day




The word had been put out to be prepared. Today would be the first step in a much larger scale of destruction than anyone could of imagined. A select few had the displeasure of knowing just how bad it was going to be. The world would be flipped upside down, chewed and spit out.

The students would likely be going through their normal reutines. Well those that remained after the announcement was made for a warning, the assembly having never happened, it was more Asiv and John Ong visiting all the class rooms and letting everyone know.

"There is a chance no one will live through this... There is a chance no ones family will be safe."

Those fool hardy enough, maybe loyal enough, possibly crazy enough that stayed would be able to feel it like a sixth sense. A pressure in the air, covering the entire area, no matter how hard they would be ignoring it, it would be in their mind. Putting some on edge, others uncomfurtable.

Asiv had those he had under his command post around the school today. Leon and his son where watching the tree line for movement behind the school buildings. Leon had his black battle suit on holding the helmet, while Spike wore Leon's old weighted coat, his Lightning Dragon Boots, the chest plate and right arm wraps. In his right hand was the bokken handle, and on his back was the power pole. Each had a good ten students with them as a kind of first line of defence.

Asiv himself was in his lab John Ong outside the door to the main office with ten students of his own. Wearing his mask, Hammer in hand, he was prepared as ever. Any funny movements he looked like he'd hit someone.

Thats when it was visible, the first few expiraments seeming to manifest themselves as their images cut from the tree's. The white, or grey hair the sign of Barker's expiramentations. Attempts of control through manipulation and drug exposure. Behind the fifty five expiraments would be almost one hundred of Barker's enhanced enforcers. Leon sent the signal to John, who sent someone into the main office to announce to the whole school that the attack was now.

"Hey everyone, just like Asiv said. Those guys are here. They just showed up behind the school."

The word would get out too slow though as the expiraments where told to attack, Leon and Spike would be in combat already with their meager 20 allied students, most of which didn't even know what Qi was. Others only just beginning to grasp it. While Barker's expiraments had more than one, or enhanced to the point it didn't matter.

[Amakusa Takehiro]

[teal] - Takehiro was in the Gym at the time of the announcement, setting weights into sacs to be used effectively like flails. In each little sac, he'd have placed thirty pounds of weights, and he'd made five of them. Then, he'd fitted a belt of weights around his waist to use just in case he lost his sacs. All that was left to add on to his repertoire was a barbell with fifty pounds on one end, and he'd made his toward the scene. Damn there were a lot of them, weren't there?

- The barbell would fall to the floor, as would four of the weight sacs, and the one that was left would be hurled over his shoulder and toward the closest of the experiments, and quickly, the other four would follow suit, raining out into the crowd of enemies. With those in the fray, he'd charge in with his barbell club and start smashing at heads, trying to aim as close to the temple as possible. No matter how hard your head was, your temple would always be a weak spot.[/teal][/list]

[Orion]

Not all Heroes are on the frontline...

While Leon, Asiv, and Takehiro could fight one-on-one with most of those experiments and win, Orion didn't have that level of physical strength. So he went with a different option: a supportive role.

The stairs up to the roof were being used constantly as the 86 members of the Student Liberation Front passed by, listening to Orion's plans. Orion himself was sitting nearby on a computer that he had wired up to the school's emergency systems and sprinkler systems, numerous crates around him. These crates held dart guns, tranquiliers filled with half again the human norm, and tasers. When he had heard the first warning, Orion had moved quickly to set himself up. There would be others who could take the frontline better then he could. He had gathered together the supplies and brought them all here, to the entrance of the roof.

With Roth and Jayr missing, Orion was truly the only active member of SLF still around. With that said, he apparently had enough weight to have them agree to help, all of them. Then again, this battle would be keeping the school out of the thumb of a mad scientist, which was sort of their goal. As each member passed, they took out of the crates one taser, one dart gun, and 15 tranqs as they headed up to the roof. There they would take positions that would afford them easy access to the battlefield. Orion heard the announcement as the final man of the SLF got into position. He keyed the intercom he had hotwired to his position and spoke through it.

"Hello, boys and girls. This is Orion Smith, acting leader of the Student Liberation Front until someone with higher rank shows up. If you are having second thoughts about fighting, stay in the school and let the fighters deal with it. To our guys on the ground: I have SLF units shooting tranqs at the bad guys. You find any on the ground, use em with stabs. Oh, and please do not allow the water to break you concentration.

To those of you not fighting, I repeat, stay in the school. SLF, open fire on Barker's troops.

To Barker's troops: Go back to hell, because this is our school, and your not gonna kick us out! 259 forever, hell yeah! That is all."

With that, the first wave of tranquilizers fired by the SLF members was launched, 86 of them flying into the enemy's ranks. The sprinkler system kicked in as Orion turned on the cameras he had installed earlier and began to watch, being where his abilities were best in something like this.

At the tacticians view.

[Roth O'Roak]

Where had Roth been you ask? Training. Extremely hard. Both as Roth who had been revaleed as taking out many of the school's stonger students. And under the guise of Blacksmoke. A heroic figure that had been trying to help out the school one small step at a time. Known well for facing Leon Sudeki with many others trying to prove himself. He was currently wandering the halls of the school as Blacksmoke. The motorcycle helmet on, the dark trench coat and his signature black metal bat on hand.

Silently he would make his way into a small computer room to meet an old friend. Roth would enter Orion's office of command taking off his helemt revealing himself as Roth.

"Hey Orion, it's been a while. I've been away for quite a while, and I didn't leave on the best of terms. But, with Jayr gone I've come to make it official. You're in charge of the SLF and it's members. I know you'll lead them well."

Roth would give a smile and a nod after handing over the leadership. He hadn't seen Jayr ever since he fought to betray her in the early spring. But without much more word Roth would be gone.

He would walk to the battle field in his Blacksmoke regalia. In one hand was his metal baseball bat. In the other would be his barbed wire bat from his days in Philidephia. Two bats from both sides of himself. He would amke his way to the battle front seeing the white and gray haired expiraments. He too was an expirament, but not one of Barkers. And he would refuse to be on that side.

Roth would jump into the fray, literally. Using his Heroic Leap to crash land on a various amount of enemies making a crater around him. He had defietly been trainging hard. His bats would be swinging as well keeping a range from the other expirmaents as he would work on taking them down, one by one with a heavy blow to the head.

[Deleted]

Student? Pillar? Student Liberation Front? Paladin?

There was a long list of things that he were and standing for each of them was growing tiresome. All that Jaus knew is that he was a warrior, and by effect, the shield of those oppressed. With a drawn arm up behind his back he'd peel forth the terraforming blade and feeling the weight extend to the ground grinning.

*Click*

The shattering of ground around him would inflate the area with an immense energy. His entire body was glowing at this point focus with entirely charged energy feeling the power drawn into the blade, and his fists.

"I like the spirit, but today I suppose we're out for blood."

A wry grin as he'd charge forth, blade tearing the ground behind him swirling into a pyre and whip of flame and steal. *Shrink!* As it cut into its foes it melted away flesh and dug deep into bone. *Crunch* His fist crushing another one's face. This was battle. This was War.

Jaus' Stats
(Noted that these are w/ weights removed and Sight of the Infernal Dragon taking on 2 of John's Items.
Str: 209
Dex: 208
Con: 241
Int: 43
Wis: 42
Cha: 75

str: 200 +9 = 209
dex: 210 -2 = 208
con: 243 -2 = 241
int: 40 +3 = 43
wis: 42 = 42
cha: 40 +35 = 75

-10 Cha Per post, +10 Cha Per Post

Item Abilities:
Ballistics Mask
+25 Qi; -2 Dex. -2 Con

60%
Hephaestus Assistants' Hammer (+5 +3 Strength, +5 +3 Intelligence, +10 +6 Strength Everytime When User Is In Quest Thread, -10% Cost From All Item Shops, +Special Move List [See Below For Move List])
Erupting Schism: [+5 +3 Strength, +5 +3 Dexterity, +Fire Splash Damage Per Use. Does Not Stack. -4 -2 Charisma Per Use. Requires Hephaestus Assistants' Hammer] When Swinging Either Side Of The Hammer's Head In A Downward Manner, With Intent To Hit The Ground, The User Can Activate This Special Move. It is up to them if they wish to shout it out or not, but if they choose to shout it out, their whole body will briefly erupt with flames, though it does nothing except look cool. .
Strike Of Vulcan: [-10 -6 Strength, +25% +15% Dexterity, +5 3 Dexterity. Does Not Stack. -8 -5
Charisma Per Use. Requires Hephaestus Assistants' Hammer] From any angle, the hammer can suddenly be used to strike with frightening speed wherever the user desires.
Hephaestus' Warmth: [+3 +2 Charisma |Capped To Max| Per Post] The user of this item has the innate ability to regenerate his power from his own ability. So long as he can breathe, draw the oxygen to fuel the fire in his spirit, the fire in his veins, in his item, cannot be ceased. The temperature of the battlefield is raised up 10 degrees naturally.

[Gabriel Seran]

A warzone, curious. Gabriel grinned whilst hanging over the edge of the roof of the school building. He had no interest truly in fighting this battle there was nothing to gain and all the more to lose, he did however have a few "rogue projects" of his own tearing up the battlefield. Both of his Paladins were off running on the battlefield endangering themselves and causing him a sort of headache for the present, he needed to keep a tighter reign on them.

A soothing chuckle in his throat finding something out of this battle to take home to play with. Today would be a great day for the Paladins to make themselves known, even better to establish dominance over the region.

Always a game with this one.

Leaping from the roof Gabriel would land softly focusing his strength in his heels and lunging forward with the sleuth of an assassin and charging forth to the battlegrounds still some few meters away and taking his time to get there.

[Adam Silver]

"Go home, stay there, take the next two weeks off. A nice summer vacation."

That was clearly all Adam had heard as a resounding battle cry erupted in the hallways and echoing down into the courtyard.

"FUCK YEA!!!"

Adam quickly fist pumped into the air knocking four other adjacent students out of his way and quickly bounding to his feet and atop the desk pulling free his shirt and twirling it around his head like a lasso.

"FUCK YOU SCHOOL YOU'RE MY BITCH!"

His hands turned into imaginary guns and firing into the air as he spun around in circles until coming to the edge of his table and falling on his ass happening to hit his head on the corner of the table and passing out for a few moments.

By the time he'd woken up the class had all but left, a note written on his forehead in sharpie and a pair of his underwear pulled up over his head. The note read "Dumbass".

(ooc: Zanny Antics shall ensue!)

[Nakamura Atsushi]

Mir would have, at first, wanted to avoid a scuffle like this. But then he realized that would be improbable. It was meant to happen, and he had to be there. He wasn't Bel anymore, no, but he was still a master of knives, and he cared about people enough to fight for them. So he'd headed over to the cafeteria where they'd kept all of the kitchenware, and he'd taken every knife he could get his hands on. Those, plus his extra twenty, they would prove most useful.

Heading out to the field of battle, Mir had his wire of blades fastened neatly and created a trap in the center of the opponents, a single section of the wire that, when disrupted, would cause thirty knives to rain down on them. He loved knives, but hated them so much at the same time. He was prepared for a QI attack as well, and would negate any sort of QI to come within fifteen feet of him.

[J Lethal]

And then there was J Lethal. He had been pretty inactive as of late. Dealing with his past as a Blood and focusing on passing school. That was something he wanted to do very badly. Make something better of himself. Go beyond what was expected of him. But he had been keeping up with his current events. Sean Barker and his expirements were on their way to attack. J was ready to fight back for his school. It was all he had left.

Then came the announcement. It was about to begin. The Loa would swarm into his mind.

"Go. Fight! Win!!!"

"J, you are stong, but your enemy is stronger and has numbers you do not possess."

"Go J, prove your worth to the ladies out there."

"Lethal! Be wise! This is not your battle!"

"Haha! Come on J! Cause some chaos in dis place!"

"J, live to fight another day. You may not live if you fight."

J would hold his head from the headache of all the voices. He was tired of being told what to do by these Voodoo gods! J would scream out in anger with a fire in his eyes.

"I do what I want!"

And with that J would head for the battle field. In his ultimate decision he wouldn't just activate, he would take the Qi from the Loas. Each and everyone by force of will. He was going to fight! J would make his way to the battle field glowing in an aray of colors. Each from the voodoo Loa power.

"Let's do it!"

J would happen upon a belt of tranquiliers from the SLF. He would take two of them around his shoulders and use them as hand held weapons to take down what he could. J would rush toward the first expirament he saw and stabbed two tranqs in the neck, then backing off to get two more.

(ooc: Combined Qi/Voodoo stats: Str: 37, Dex: 29, Con: 30, Int: 11, Wis: 17, Cha: 22. Minor Clairvoyance.)

[Ark]

Ever have that feeling that… for no reason what so ever a shiver runs down your spine, the feeling that you should take flight, run for your life as if there was some beast stalking, biding its time before it would appear to drive its fangs into its prey, the sensation that something was out to kill you, the murderous intent exuded that manifested in simple body language.

This was the feeling that anyone left on the roof of 259 might have been feeling as a large man would appear, his hair black as pitch, abnormal red ringed eyes glaring toward this mass of students firing weapons over the side, his face adorned with a grin and a cigarette latched between his lips. With little time wasted he would look to his side, a box full of something would only lead him to snort.

“Where is Leon Sudeki?!”

He demanded as his leg cocked back, with a soft exhale it would snap forward shooting the box into the spine of gunman forcing him over the wall while letting his head cock to the side.

“Just to make sure you heard me.”

His tone taking on the sound of amusement when his eyes settled on Orion, he was on a computer… he seemed to be the brains, not a stretch… he would be the most likely to have an answer.

[Patrick O'Connor]

"On my mark," Patrick said quietly to the others through a mouthpiece on the right side of his face. He was in a building somewhere to the west of the school, roughly 200 yards away. Patrick watched the progress of the battle so far, observing every detail. For the moment he himself was in a supportive role as well. Observing the battlefield, reporting movements to the other forces not currently in battle. The battle started how it should have, behind the school, nothing too eventful, until...

"What do we have here?" Patrick asked rhetorically through the mouthpiece as he watched Orion and his group of SLF's get onto the roof and pass out devices that looked like firearms, "Looks like they have some firepower on the roof, this could be trouble."

Patrick assumed that it was Orion that was in fact in charge so he kept his eyes on him, waiting for him to open his mouth reading his lips with those damn fine eyes that Barker gave him;

"To our guys on the ground: I have SLF units shooting tranqs at the bad guys. You find any on the ground, use em with stabs. Oh, and please do not allow the water to break you concentration."

It was now that Patrick would issue his first warning, "Be advised the kids on the roof are firing tranquilizer darts. In addition the head on the roof plans to flood the school. Their number is roughly eighty"

Patrick continued to keep his eyes on the kid watching him play with his laptop turning the sprinklers on. The water would be annoying but Patrick was sure that wasn't the only toy that he had connected to that computer. Perhaps he was wired into the cameras in the school. With his rooftop view he became a legitimate threat to Barker's plans. Not that he could stop Patrick at this point but make things painfully annoying. The irishman improvised, making his current objective taking out Orion's ability to view the battlefield.

"Eagle group, yer new objective is to take out the kids on the roof before continuing yer previous objectives," Patrick ordered, "Ye remain on my mark though."

Eagle group consisted of eight other men, spread out among the buildings on the west side of the school. They all were either on level or higher then the school's roof, allowing for a clear view of all activities.

Patrick sighed as he watched another vaguely familiar student walk up to Orion. He did not seem happy, well neither was Patrick. This whole thing really left a bad taste in his mouth. Even though he was some what of a social darwinist he didn't like it. Seemed to take away the idea of the warrior, at least the romantic idea. Maybe that was the decency that had crept its way back into him. Patrick knew that this was war and the ideal was winning.

He looked at the computer Orion was holding one last time, sighing before he pulled the trigger three times, sending his silenced SR-25's 7.62 rounds into the screen and keyboard. This would signal the other eight men to open fire on the SLF kids on the rooftop. The other men were equatable good shots with the same type of silenced rifle. This would likely create chaos as bullets would rip through the unsuspecting students who would have little to no idea what was going on as the silenced guns wouldn't exactly be recognizable. The silenced nature of the rifles wouldn't exactly tell anyone where the shooters were. In addition to all of this the sounds of the battle below would likely make their screams unrecognizable from the rest. With twenty round magazines, it wouldn't be pretty. While it was unlikely that everyone would be a casualty, most would be dead or otherwise incapacitated. Those few that survived unharmed would find themselves pinned down as shots with intent to kill rained down on them from a not immediately known direction.

Patrick would also be firing into unnamed students rather indiscriminately to continue his directive as quickly as possible. His directive was different though, with the roof top taken care of Patrick had to quicken up his time frame. With three shots left Patrick turned his gun to a room towards the front of the school. With his remaining three shots he shot out a light. The instant the light was out Patrick dropped his rifle entered the room, teleporting into the newly darkened, empty room.

"I'm in," Patrick whispered into his mic, reaching for his first silenced Mk 23 on his left hip, its twin being on his right in an equally black holster. He figured for the time being, the mobility of only using one would be important.

For this deal Patrick was wearing black tactical pants with combat boots to match, a long sleeved black spandex underarmour-esq shirt, and a kevlar vest that was under his tactical vest. In addtion to all of this were his black fingerless gloves. For one last time Patrick kept his hair black for the sole purpose of sticking to the dark, figuring that for the first part of his mission remaining undetected was necessary.

Patrick moved to the door in a crouch opening it looking at an already soaking hallway. Lucky for him that the sprinklers had turned on the emergency lights and turned off the main lights, which made it much darker. Patrick quickly snuck towards the front of the school encountering only one patrolling student who was looking down an empty corridor. Coming up behind him Patrick holstered his weapon and wrapped his left arm around his neck, anchoring to the student's right shoulder as Patrick's right hand covered his mouth and twisted to his right as he pulled his left hand back to his neck, quietly snapping the kid's neck. Patrick caught him before the kid fell to the ground with a crash ans let him down silently. Normally Patrick would have hidden the body but time was really of the essence here.

Patrick continued around the last corner to the main entrance peering around the corner to the six kids guarding it. Patrick un holstered his two pistols before inhaling sharply and walking around the corner. One of them saw Patrick but did not immediately recognize him as a threat, not expecting anyone alone to come from behind, much less someone with a gun. His surprise would turn to shock as a bullet hit him and another one of his buddies in the chest, killing them both. The other four didn't have much of a chance either turning to seem the same fate. The last two, however, did have a reaction. One tried to charge Patrick while the other tried to run out the front door, both fell so short of their goals it was hardly worth mentioning.

"Gate guards down," Patrick said in his mic, no longer caring about being quiet, "The welcome mat's been rolled out, everyone else move in."

The hard part was over, and it had taken roughly two minutes. Not bad.

As the majority of Barker's forces made their way in the main entrance and past Patrick the irishman looked at the kids he killed. He gave a disappointed frown before keying his mic again, "Weapons fully free for all forces, eagle group go loud. Kill them all."

That was the two members in eagle group's cue to switch to their M95s and blow away anyone on the roof who might be in cover. This was also the cue for the massacre to start across the world. Barker's madness just plunged the world into the fires of Chaos and all Patrick was concerned about was...

He hadn't felt anything at all. He truly was his old self...

OOC:we got guns too admin approved

[Mekiel Echigo]

"We got trouble inside, Takehiro."

I'd made my way down the hall, looking for the SLF kids and I'd found them dispatched. The moment I saw them, my QI activated and a metal shield began to form around my body. My fist would slam into the wall with a large concussive force, shattering a large portion of the wall, and that debris began to hover around my body as a sort of shield, and it was slowly reinforced with metal. Along with them, shrapnel from nowhere began to appear as well. I had a pretty solid shield that could prevent from a direct attacks, as well as some firearms. Whatever was around, I was ready for it.

Walking up to the door, I saw.. well, shit. A shitload of people at the ready to throw down, eh? Well, this was going to be a little fun.

"'sup bitches?!" I'd take a table and launch it at the nearest person, not fearing much anything at the moment. These fuckers were going down "Looks like a party!" That's when another, metallic me, walked out from behind the real me. The two of us cracked our knuckles. "Let's get this shit started, shall we?!"

[OoC: Mekky made his way to Patrick! Yaay! =D?!

Shield lasts for 33 posts, bullets won't do much. Str: 66+9 with QI. Metal Mekky [Clone] Has 30 in each stat, bullets won't do much for 33 posts.]

[Deleted]

Mood Music: The General by Dispatch

A heavy sigh left the Japanese student as he sat out in the front parking lot merely watching as the battle unfolded. The sigh brought on by the revelation of guns being used by both sides in the conflict, though the enemy had ratcheted it up a considerable notch. How did he know? His sunglasses, though he’d never used them in this capacity before. It wasn’t something he’d expected when he brought the Crows out to fight, for no other reason then their own pride. Was this really worth it? That was the internal debate happening within the gang leader as he watched the battle continue in front of him, the Crows waiting behind for just a order.

“… this fight…”

Kiyoshi spoke rather quietly.

“… is not worth fighting.”

The members close to the leader started to look at each other in confusion as word spread back through the assembled group. A shocking rarity for the insane Akechi to back down from a fight, and frankly without the pressure of other lives, he would be right in the fray. He turned to the two trusted members behind him.

“Mikey, Ryan… you two are in charge unless Fett shows up. Hold this line and make sure those freaks don’t move onto Long Beach.”

The two glanced at each other before nodding obediently to signify carrying out the order. Meanwhile Kiyoshi moved toward the doors with a focused walk, unsure of what in the hell he was doing. He had two wooden swords at his sides and a old double-edged wakizashi from his past. It was only brought as a last resort and a gift for one man in particular. However what would happen when he entered the fray was a mystery to him. Still he walked through the front doors toward the battle.

Kiyoshi entering the school...

[Lisa "Delacroix"]

(OOC: Imma one shot all my characters in one post to explain what they were doing and their whereabouts are while all this shit is happening so I'm apart of it slightly)

Mischa Badoer



theme; Red Hot Chili Peppers- Fortune Faded

She sat in her car staring off towards the school. She wasn't in school, but she heard of the mess that was occurring none the less. She was interested in seeing what would happen... seeing if she should help.

Mischa had her phone in hand just in case she felt it necessary to call in for help from her trusty little goons. Just as she saw movement farthest from her she pulled out her binoculars to see silvered haired strangers. Before she even thought to dial a number her phone rang.

Her light brown eyes stared at the caller ID with slight irritation.

Father...

"Come stai?" the thick Italian voice asked.

"What do you want?"

"Oh you're good? Oh me too thanks for asking."

Mischa simply rolled her eyes in annoyance. She knew why her father called. He wanted her to go on a job. That was the only time he would think of paying her a visit or giving her a call... unless it involved him tinkering with her personal life by kidnapping her girlfriend and threatening to kill her if she didn't end it... hmm... maybe she should have ended it...

"I thought I told you I was done? Send Rino."

"You know I won't do that...You're perfect for the job... besides everyone misses you down here in Venice!"

Her interest dwindled further than it already had been. "I don't want to do an out of country job thank you very much."

"It pays handsomely... and this one isn't too long... three to four years tops... and a bonus... Demetri is here along side Reira. They asked about you you know."

Mischa bit the inside of her cheek as she gave it some thought. She hadn't see the pair in quite some time... and maybe it was good for her to clear her head from the tedious American drama.

"When do I leave?"

"Tonight."

Olivia Green



Theme; Linkin Park-Numb (Dubstep Remix)

Olivia hid in the shadows watching and hearing the mayhem. Oh how the anarchy excited her in ways only a fucked up mind could. How desperately she wanted to join sides of the opposing group.. the unwanted...the under treated beings.... The people like her.

Her eyes glided across the different faces and of course falling to the one running... Gabriel. Oh how she wanted his blood poured across the ground more than anything. The hate she saw saw in his eyes when she tried killing her twin... his new found lover. It made her sick simply to see him look at her like that.... he was to blame and she didn't see why he scrutinized her for what he had done.

"There you are."

Olivia didn't move an inch. These bastards had been on her trail for quite some time... she also knew they were behind her for quite some time... foolish they thought they had the element of surprise.

"I thought you learned not to sneak up on me, Eric."

I am counting.... seven...

She turned around to stare at Eric whom had a look of shock. He was obviously puzzled as to how she knew who he was when they had only met once and briefly. Little did he know she was trained well... she studied everything and got to know him very well. Her next glance was to see how many FBI agents were there this time.

Eight? Close enough.

"Your coming with us, Olivia."

Whether they caught her or not she would be free. It didn't worry her too much.

"And this time we built a special cell for you."

Her ears perked this time. Of course slightly worried... "special cells" could only remind her of her captivity.

Then... she felt the dart penetrate her skin in her neck. The area they hit was bruised and scabbed from the several needles they had injected her with from her previous containment experience.

How unoriginal... even in the same spot.

"See you next time." She said slightly slurred as she collapsed to the ground. All men ran up with guns armed and ready to transport her to the facility.

Alexis Seran



Theme; Plumb-In my arms

Alexis held Zeke in her arms as she stared out the window of one of the upper rooms of their home. Gabriel was at the school while Alexis was made to stay home. She wasn't on maternity leave yet, but he didn't want anything happening to her... This time Alexis would agree to stay home only because she didn't want to jeopardize the lives of the pair that was growing in her womb. Another reason was that Zeke wouldn't be able to handle yet another loss in his life... though she was hoping Gabriel would return home safely and Zeke could sense the worry in Alexis thus far making him worried as well.

All Lexi could do was pace around the house... she would make Zeke a snack and lay him down for a nap so she could go down stairs and watch the news without him seeing what was going to happen. She knew the news wouldn't cover it all... they barely cared of the going abouts of the school... they thought nothing was new within the walls.. just the same chaos... but she felt this was different.

"I have a feeling the school is going to fall."

She would say staring at the TV, yet directed towards one of the paid help, Jessica.

"I have faith."

Alexis simply shook her head. "If those things don't destroy I'm sure someone on our side will...This is all too familiar."

Jessica's brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"774."

Jessica knew not to further question, because she knew all too well what happened to the Seran Family. A school whom held Alexis' sister as an experiment... Gabriel finding out and destroying the school and anyone apart of the X-774 project of which was his sister-in-law.

Donovan Green



Theme; Hollywood Undead- Everywhere I go

Where was Donnie?

Fighting the mass of experiments threatening the lives of many as well as the school?

No.

At his sister's house protecting her?

No.

An orphanage helping the less fortunate chldren?

again no.

Donovan Green, the womanizer, was in a club. He had a fake ID and was getting Crunk. Yeah it was early, but a lot of people seemed not to care... As long as Donnie was away from the chaos he was fine.. He didn't want to die nor did he wanna see people die.. He wanted to see a strippers boobies.

BOOOOOBIES!!

He had two girls sandwiching him unknowingly aware he was probably five years younger than him.

"YEEEEHHAAAAA!"

Lisa "Delacroix"



Theme; Paper Route- Carousel

She was in class. She had special help with all her classes because she simply didn't know how to read. His name was Kent. He was her age, but he had finished school early on his own time, but for some reason they were making him stay until school was over. So he used his time to help her in her courses. They were getting a close friendship which was odd for her... she never really made friends with the exception of Lukas, but they were no longer friends as she saw it... partners if you will... a means to survive.

The whole school was in a frenzy due to the events taking place. Lisa wanted to go home and possibly move to another town with Lukas. Clearly this place just wasn't going according to planned.... unless all schools were like this which would be completely fucked up.

As everyone was packing up their books to leave Lisa sat there...she felt rather dizzy and light headed. Kent asked her if anything was wrong, but Lisa shrugged it off saying she was fine. When the both got up she would walk... losing her balance and she wouldn't be able to walk straight.

"I think there is something wrong..." Kent's voice would sound as if she were under water... as well as her vision. Her lips would start to tingle and begin feeling numb until it was the tips of her fingers going as well... it felt like she wasn't getting enough circulation to the head... then she would pass out... luckily Kent knew something was up and stuck around. He caught her before she did further damage by smacking her head against the floor. He would take her to the hospital... one that was relatively further way from the school... last thing he wanted was some raid going on while she was comatose.

[Zack Asiv]

As the front line raged with combat, Qi powers began to fly everywhere, ice waves spiking outwardly forward into the student body, lightning, fire, mist, fog, explosions, energy, bullets. It was a regular chaos factory.

Takehiro

Making good use of the weights he'd smash through expiraments and enforcer's alike, with little problem. That is until a rather lanky young man around 13 stood before him, he looked as if he hadn't eaten in weeks, dark bags around his eyes, bruises and scars from abuse. It looked as if he where brought as a sacrafice.

Mekky/Patrick

As the front gate had been thuroughly opened and the back guard had been dispatched up strode six well armed men, and a seventh lightly armed man. in his late twenties. A sickeningly wide smile on his face, the white eyes and whtie hair of expiramentation from barker apparent. He wore a simple pit of body armor unzipped on his chest and cargo pants. Looking to the young man who let this crew in, both Patrick and Mekiel would be able to feel just his presence, such a power could paralyze the bravest of fighters. It was dark, unrelenting, and otherwise the feeling of someone who would kill you over look at you more than a second.

Thats about when the entire city lit up in sirens and noise. Gunfire, explosions, screams. Fire's began to rage as it finally became obviouse that 259 was not the objective.

Jaus/Gabriel

Smashing through enemies with little problem it would seem this would be a winning fight, unless he noticed the state of the city.

Even the ambitious Gabriel Seran would likely be surprised by the show of military mite... But how strong was it exaclty, to attack the city would be to attack california. To attack california was a statement of war against the united states.


Kiyoshi

A member of the Crows one who followed Areon as an information gatherer would make his way as quickly as possible to Kiyoshi Akechi.

"Sir, Areon says this is far worse than imaginable. There are hundreds of locations being attacked at one time around the world. He says we need to see about controlling the amount of damage to the school and its surroundings. Its about all we can hope to accomplish."

Unbenownst to probably even those msot loyal to Barker himself, each location was specifically chosen because the true Qi users where in those locations.