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Post by Alek on Aug 31, 2012 2:14:09 GMT -6
“The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins. It always wins because it is everywhere. It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, and in the kettle on the fire; it is under your chair and under your table and under the sheets on your bed. Walk in the midday sun, and the dark is with you, attached to the soles of your feet. The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.” [/i] -Matthew Stover It was just another regular day at Public High School #8011. The sky was overcast, dark and more than a little dreary, with the threat of rain constantly lingering in the heavy clouds overhead. Inside the school building, most of the students, if they are aware of this, don't seem to care, stuck in the middle of some of their most boring classes right in the middle of the most boring part of the day. You know the time - you've been there just long enough to not care anymore, but not long enough to be able to honestly look forward to getting out soon. Just when it seemed like yet another uneventful, useless day was preparing to wind down to be wrapped up, everything changed. The power of the entire school went down, covering the students in darkness. Lights, computers, overhead projectors, radios, anything plugged into the grid immediately fell into complete shutdown. Before anyone could actually get out of their seats to check on the source of the outage, however, the lights came right back. Power was restored, and everything seemed to be back to normal. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. Unless, of course, you happened to be in the hallways during the outage. Students, who had snuck out of class, or went on a bathroom break, or returned from a trip to the school doctor's, lined the hallways, rendered unconscious from the various beatdowns they had received at the hands of a few new arrivals to the establishment: Large men, tight black t-shirts and blue jeans, wielding such bludgeoning instruments as baseball bats, lengths of pipe, and expandable batons. Moving as one, on each and every floor, the doors to the classrooms were kicked open. A good number of these men, around five to a room, stormed in, apprehending the teachers first before anyone could bat an eye. With them fallen into unconsciousness as well, the men then turned their weapons to the students, tearing through them with a reckless, yet refined insistency. As they did so, a voice, familiar to some, perhaps, but not others, would waft into each room via the PA System: "Hello, students of PHS 8011! As you no doubt have now noticed, you are being sytematically beaten to a pulp! If you managed to miss this, then do not worry, as that only means you have already been beaten to a pulp! I'm sure those of you left able to form coherent thoughts are wondering what you can do about this. As much as I would love to advise simply bending over and taking it, I am duty-bound to inform you that the only thing you need to do is release the whereabouts of those certain students hiding amongst your populace that do not belong there. They go by many names, and occasionally many numbers, but you may know them as Experiments gone amok. We are aware that you are harboring them, so don't even try to play dumb with us.
"That is, of course, unless you're already unconscious. Then I can't really expect you to play anything, now, can I?
"Anyway, I digress. Once we finish with the student body, we will turn our attention to the school itself. So unless you were all planning on being trapped and left to asphyxiate under a school-sized pile of rubble today, you would do ever so well to give up those experiments as quickly as possible.
"And please, while you're at it, have a good day, will you?"
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Post by Azura on Aug 31, 2012 6:29:32 GMT -6
Fingers lightly drummed along the top of her desk, her tongue sliding along her lips as she stared up at the board in front of her. The teacher was going on about something, though to be honest, Azura had lost interest about twenty minutes ago. Now, well her mind kept drifting to thoughts of the overcast sky outside, the dark clouds, the impending threat of rain. God, what she wouldn't give to be outside right now. She loved the scent the air carried, the feel of the wind against her flesh, against her wings. Not to mention, with the darkness cast down upon the Earth, she could feel Legion's demon stirring. He always got worse when the darkness set in, and as such, it set herself on edge.
Softly, she shifted within her seat, unable to get comfortable with the antsy, powerful emotions that ran through her. A soft groan released as she softly bit down upon the corner of her lower lip, sliding down into her seat and leaning back to glance out the window which she currently sat beside. Her free hand sliding over her jean clad thigh, tugging at her blue jeans and then reaching up to readjust the white t-shirt she wore.
Gah! She needed out of here, feeling as though the walls were starting to close in, as if she were losing her grip on control a little more with each passing moment. Of course she knew that these were not her own emotions, her own needs...No, they were Legions. The darkness was his, the light her's. But that did not stop her from sharing his anxiousness.
Then the lights went out, and she would gasp softly, feeling a sudden seizure of pleasure roll through her, eyes closing as she shivered and tried hard to focus on her own need for light, trying to calm him down enough to keep him from going on a blood rampage in the class he currently sat in. She knew where he was even if he wasn't with her, and it pained her not to be with him...but this was the price they had to pay, if they wanted to escape the hold of those that would use them for their own personal bidding.
Just as suddenly the light was restored. A mixture of relief washing through her as did a wave of irritation, causing her to once more shift about within her seat. Her hand lifting to massage her temple with her small fingers, eyes closing briefly. It was not something she could get used to, feeling somebody else's emotions so strongly...but it was something she was going to have to try to do. However, as the door to the room was thrown open, men rushing in to take out the teacher and dispensing of him rather quickly...she would shoot out of her seat.
Hazel eyes looked upon the figures, dressed all in black and tactical gear, with confusion and uncertainty. What the hell was this!? They looked similar to her team, but there had been no raid or mission issued for today, at least none that she was aware of. Her mouth opening to speak, to try and ask what the hell was going on, perhaps gain some kind of answer, but before she could, the PA system would cut on, and a voice she knew all too well would fill the school around her. Her eyes widening as she looked to the speaker that resided in the room, almost as if she expected to see him there...a gasp of pure and utter shock.
"Alek..."
What was he doing here? He had disappeared not long after "Father" had been killed, going nuts when the news had been handed down to him and then days later, vanishing. She had thought he had left the country, perhaps gone to some place "Father" had always talked about. Never in a million years had she thought he would be here. Not now.
His demands issued, she would furrow her brow slightly. She didn't understand what was going on but one thing was for sure, most of these students didn't stand a chance, and if Alek succeeded...the school would be destroyed...everything would be lost. No, she didn't care about the school...well not really...But she did care about her own mission, one he was right now, throwing a rather big monkey wrench in. Problem was, she couldn't go after him, without going through his team...and she couldn't use her full strength without giving herself away...
Shit..
Eyes turning back toward the men that had invaded the room, stepping forward. She was just going to have to try...because she would be damned if Alek screwed this up for her. If anyone did.
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Post by Ryu Hikari on Aug 31, 2012 11:03:21 GMT -6
What time is it? Is it almost the end of class yet? Man I'm bored, if I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to...
"Mr. Hikari!"
A voice broke Kazuki's train of thoughts, as a loud wham rang through the classroom, making the people around Kazuki jump in surprise. Kazuki however, merely just looked up, his chin cradled in the palm of his hand.
"Welcome back to reality Mr. Hikari, now kindly pay attention, or else."
The teacher having slammed his hand down on the desk that Kazuki was sitting in to wake him up, and after seeing he was awake, he then walked back to the front of the room to continue the lesson. Kazuki however continued to cradle his chin in the palm of his hand, what class was he in right now? Social Studies? Yeah, Social Studies, the teacher was now talking about the territory the Romans had conquered.
This is boring, why am I in Social Studies class again? Oh right, I was forced to. This sucks...
Kazuki held an expression of mild interest, though his mind was once again beginning to wander. As soon he saw the lights go out however, his eyes would slowly glance upwards at the darkened lights, while all around him, some of the students had gone into a panic, not that he could blame them, this was just like that time in the library. However, just as quickly as the lights went off, they were restored, with most of the class still in the classroom, though it looked like some had decided to bolt.
That had been a bad mistake on their part, as the doors suddenly crashed open, men rushing into the classroom and quickly beating the teacher to a bloody pulp, causing some of the female students to scream in terror. Kazuki quickly bolting out of his seat while he still had the chance, his eyes glued to the figures dressed from head to toe in black and tactical gear, his eyes would flare as the PA came to life. Experiments? What the...? Did he mean Raven and that girl dressed in all black? And harboring them? What was he talking about? Kazuki didn't quite understand what was going on, but he certainly wasn't going to let the school end up as a pile of rubble... No way...
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Aug 31, 2012 19:09:09 GMT -6
Kevala was bored out of her damn mind. No, really, she had been having a mental discussion with her demon for the past half hour over the matter of tootsie pops and how they compared to blow jobs. Yep, that was where her mind was at. Perhaps it was her new plaything, perhaps it was that very intriguing boy she had met in the halls the other day. Whatever the case, she was bored and that was what her mind was on. Not the first time mind you. Though it tended to happen anytime she sucked on one of her lollipops, the sugar free strawberry ones that she loved so much.
As was the case now, twirling the candy about her mouth, tongue circling it. A little sigh pushed past her lips....leaning back into her seat, fingers tapping along the wood top of the desk, slowly and steadily. Icy hues scanning over the series of monitors that filled the wall behind her bookcase, shivering with each clap of thunder that rolled within the distance. Then...the lights went out, and for a split second, panic set in as she gripped the edge of her chair, nails biting into the leather.
Then, just like that, they were back on and what she saw in the hallways, through the monitors caused her brow to arch slightly, noting the students laid out, the men in tactical gear moving along...toward the classrooms. Reaching out, she was grabbed up her earpiece and shoved it into her ear, about to push the call button, before the intercom came on and an oh so familiar voice came over the system.
As he spoke, a grin would curl upon her lips, a light snicker given as her hand fell away from her ear for a moment, hearing him out. Hmm, this was interesting...Very. Pushing herself up from her desk to head toward the door of her office, knowing Carmine would be rushing to her any moment now. Was she mad? No, in fact she was highly amused. Though that didn't mean she was about to let Alek destroy her school.
Her hand moving to her earpiece once he was done speaking, she would push the call button, speaking up in a rather calm southern accent. "Pull back and remain at the entrance to the school. Secure my exit and ensure that my family is safe." Her hand falling away once more, reaching out to grab the handle to her door and pulling it open. Figuring she might as well get a handle on what was going on.
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Post by Cael Seran on Aug 31, 2012 21:27:56 GMT -6
Cael strode down the hall, as usual he wasn't one for taking in his classes. Sure he was at the top of them stil compiling homework and his test scores were peak but his attendance record was abysmal and only accounted for because his father made a rather large donation, mainly that invested in Kevala's trusts to let the boy skip class so long as he kept up in his studies. Dressed in a plaid button up and some torn jeans with a pair of slick navy converse the boy strode, an arm drapped around a pretty blonde number smirking as he talked about his random shenanigans here and there constantly boasting of his own regards when suddenly the lights go out.
Body frozen he'd feel the swift wind rustle through the halls. "Think fast." He'd mutter into the blonde's ear before his hands jostled her shoulders. "Wha..?!" She'd barely make the sound out as Cael throttled her shoulders in his grip into the hall before him before stepping back himself into a bathroom corridor making to turn his back and veil himself from sight or existence as the girl was brutally beaten to a pulp by some large hulking figures. Cael did not take pleasure in throwing her under the bus, in his mind it was better her than him.
Cautiously he'd turn his gaze skyward towards the speakers as the voice rang out, the subtle background noise of fists battering down doors and beating in kid's faces in the background. He made mention of familiar figures, the experiments, yes he was familiar of them reminded all too well of their intents and purposes but what more was interesting is why one of them would flood the others out. Was there chaos in their neat little organization. A wry grin settled in place. He didn't want to reveal his hand but he needed to know more. He needed to seek Azura out, the others he couldn't care less for no they were secondary measures just like the girl before to throttle under the bus if needbe.
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Post by Aryanna Katashi on Aug 31, 2012 22:54:59 GMT -6
She hated this class. With a freaking passion. So naturally her attention was on her phone as she texted on of the boys she had met a few days ago during swim practice. Slowly a smooth little grin would slip across her lips, suggesting that he had said something that she rather liked, which given her rather promiscuous nature as of late, could only involve one thing.
She couldn't explain it really, but it felt like she was finally starting to fall into her natural pattern of being. She was becoming more outgoing, more in tune with her body and her mind and the urges that lurked within them. Which, to be honest, consisted of very few things...blood, pain, suffering and sex. That was about it. Yet, the strange thing was...the more that she fed those urges, the less and less real emotion she actually felt. No longer did she feel sorrow or regret like she used to. No longer did she have things such as "crushes" on boys. She saw them as tools, ones that were meant to serve a purpose and nothing more. Well, save for one....maybe. Though as of right now, that was very iffy and had only been a one time deal so far.
Yet as the lights went out, she would lower her phone, looking out the window of the class to the overcast sky outside, only to find herself blinded as the lights suddenly flared to life once more. A slight furrowing of her brow as she heard what sounded like fighting from out in the hall, moments before the door was ripped open and men, dressed to fight, came through attacking the teacher and knocking him out cold...then turning their attention on the class.
A little bite given to her lower lip, not sure what to do really, knowing she wasn't the best fighting in the world...Not even close. However, attention once more was averted when she heard that voice come over the intercom. Instantly her eyes widened a bit, hearing him speak of what he was here for, of what was happening. Her hand absentmindedly going to the inside of her thigh , over her jeans, where that tattoo sat. Wait.....he....he had surely seen it....
But he had not said......
What he did say though likely suggested that.....
She couldn't finish the thoughts, her stomach turning a slight bit as she stood from her desk and backed away from the men, moving behind some of the rather large boys in her class to let them deal with it while she tried to figure out what the hell to do to get out of here unharmed, her phone clattering to the ground in the midst of all the commotion.
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Post by Legion on Sept 1, 2012 13:16:43 GMT -6
Legion sat in his class, rather restless. Just another day of this bullshit. He hated being here. Especially as the day grew darker. His foot shaking anxiously as he just waited for this damn class to be over. What the hell was she going on about anyway? Who knew, Legion had lost track of it quite awhile ago. The whole class thing just wasn't his forte, it wasn't that he couldn't do the work, he just was having trouble paying attention when there was so much fun to be had. Especially with this dark sky. All he could think of was using the darkness to slay those around him. Wanting nothing more then to feel their blood pouring out of their bodies, the feel of their hearts stop beating.
Legion shifted about in his seat as he tried to ride the class out. Waiting for that time in between class where he could cut loose. Anxiously waiting for that damn bell that was taking far too long to ring. Oh, he really needed to get out. Cause some suffering, it had really been too long. So when the lights went out, well, Legion inhaled in pleasure. Ready to use this opportunity to leave the class unseen and prowl around for a victim. Or perhaps he'd just cause a bloodbath here. Though he felt Azura's presence, it just wasn't enough to completely calm him down. She was just too far away.
Unfortunately before he could begin anything, the lights came back on. An irritated sigh escaping his lips. Wanting nothing more then do just get out, to be free. But before he could contemplate any of that, he heard the door burst open and saw the teacher savagely beaten by some armed men. This along with the PA message caused his eyebrows to raise in interest. Slowly standing up with the other students in fear and confusion he was glad that today he had chosen to wear a long sleeved shirt along with his jeans, covering up the tattoo'd number and character on his arm.
More then ready for action he patiently waited. Knowing that to get out of this room he'd have to be smart. Wanting to get out of this room as quickly as possible to reconnect with Azura, and then make new plans from there...
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Post by Alek on Sept 5, 2012 2:24:39 GMT -6
"Don't forget to check their arms and legs, boys! These experiments will likely be hiding the numbers and markings we put on them to determine who was who! I could give you some physical descriptions, sure, but what fun is that? Just beat down everybody!"
The men took Alek's advice, tearing through student, ripping off shirt sleeves and cutting through pants legs with pocket knives if need be, checking everyone. In Azura's room, the men paused, looking at her with grins on their faces.
"Hey pretty girl, you must think you're all kinds of tough, standing up to us like this, huh?"
She was met with a baseball bat heading for her head, two batons coming for either side of her ribcage, and a lead pipe swinging at her left kneecap. The last one, the one who spoke, was the biggest of them all, bald and mean-looking as all get-out. He hung back, waiting to see what she did before making a move of his own...
The men in Kazuki's room were taking a far less coordinated effort in their attacks, each one simply grabbing and beating anyone within range of their arms. He had something of a straight shot out of there, insofar as all five men were busy hurting someone else already, but the fact that he'd have to find some way to get around at least three of them directly between him and the door may stand to cause some trouble.
Kevala would open the door to find Carmine currently under siege by three of the men himself. They were coming at him in a concerted effort, striking where he wasn't blocking and keeping him from mounting an offensive, but he was managing to keep himself from getting too hurt fairly well. He looked back at Kevala and urged her to move back. Two more of her security team was coming down the hallway, but at the rate they'd get there, it may just be too late for Kevala's Bodyguard Elite.
After Cael's girlfriend of the hour was beaten down, the two men, not being assigned a room, turned to inspect the rest of the hallway. "Hey man, didn't you hear somebody say something a second ago?" "Yeah, it sounded like a guy or something..." "He couldn't have gone far, and if he's hiding then he's probably got something to hide. Ahhh..." One of the men points at Cael's bathroom hiding place, and the two wander inside, looking for him.
In Aryanna's room, a few of the football players decided to take it upon themselves to save the day, and threw themselves at the men, managing to bring down one and render him unconscious before anyone else knew what to do. The remaining four struck back, and hard, leaving one of the three footballers down and out, and one injured but still fighting. They have them boxed in, but Ary can't help but notice the nearby window is calling her name. It's only a second story leap...
Legion remained seating, not drawing attention to himself. Unfortunately, solace was not to be his on this day. "Oh boys," the PA came to life in his room once more. "That one right there, in the jeans and the long sleeves, you may want to prioritize that one. I hear he's the school captain, though my dossier shows he's just far too old to be anywhere near a high school anymore. I think that's creepy, you should kill him for me, will you?"
With grins as wide as their faces, two hang back to block the doorway while the other three push past the other students, trying to throw him down in the chaos and commence stomping down upon his face and ribs, looking to cause as much damage as quickly as possible.
Tough Guy Stats: STR: 30 DEX: 20 CON: 30 INT: 10 WIS: 10 CHA: 5
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Post by Azura on Sept 5, 2012 10:49:14 GMT -6
Azura just tilted her head to the side as the big guys spoke to her. Those hazel eyes never leaving his own, even as she caught sight of the four other men coming at her, all of them carrying some sort of weapon. Now, usually Azura took her time in casting judgement upon people, but in this case, it was easy to determine what she had to do, waiting until she knew for certain that they were going to attack before shaking her head in disappointment and sighing softly.
With the four men surrounding her, she was quick to play over her options in her mind...trying to figure out what they best course of action was. Her first thought being to take the hits of a few and then destroy them all...but just as she thought this, the voice of her "brother" would once more come over the PA system, his focus on the School Captain now as he spoke. Instantly she knew that he was speaking of Legion, and whatever decision she had made was altered.
"To hell with it..."
As the men swung at her, her wings would spring free from her back, wrapping around her instantly, and in the same moment her form flickering from existence. She was still visible, though now only a ghost of the girl which had been there before. A soft white glow surrounding her figure as the objects being swung at her passed right through her.
Now if the men did not pull up short on their attacks, the result of the instruments passing right through her would be that each of them ended up smacking one of their fellow team members with their weapon of choice. If they did pull up short, well then they would save themselves a small amount of pain compared to what she was about to unleash upon them.
Shooting out from the center of them, she would re-materialize, not holding back in the slightest as she shot forward and placed one hand at the back of Guy A's head, the other on his chin and then jerked to the side. Her attempt being to snap his neck. Clean, quick and deadly.
Whether she achieved this or not, she would not stay in place long. Moving on to Guy B and jerking the bat from within his hands before jerking it upward and into his face as hard as she could, splintering the bat upon his face and likely completely shattering the bones within, if not killing him instantly upon impact.
Guy C was next...hand wrapping within his hair and jerking him down onto her knee. One, two, three times...before finally tossing him into Guy D...who, if hit, would find himself caught within her grasp moments later and his head being slammed into the floor repeatedly until he had ceased any and all movements.
The entire attack taking only a matter of moments, and if completed successfully, would leave her previously white clothing and her pale, delicate flesh coated in blood. Those hazel eyes trained in on the man who had spoken to her only moments before. "I don't think....I know."
Taking a step forward, she would dare him to come at her, not attacking first, though she had already decided he was guilty within her own mind. She waited to see if he would dare try and take her on, or if he would run like the students around her tried to do. Whatever the case, he was going to die, be it today or some other time....her main thought being that she needed to get to Legion and then find a way to get to Alek before he destroyed everything in his search for her....Thankful Raven was not here today....Yet concerned about what could be happening to him at this moment without her around to protect him.
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Cha: 115 (for remainder of thread) Con: 90 (for remainder of thread or until Intangibility is used once more)
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Post by Ryu Hikari on Sept 5, 2012 12:42:51 GMT -6
Kazuki keeping an incredibly close and focused eye on the five men as they began to grab and beat anyone within range of their arms, he had a good shot to get out of the classroom, they were all busy with hurting someone else, but there was a small problem. He had to get around at least three of them that were directly between him and the door.
He did however, have an idea. With all five of the men's attention on putting the hurt to a poor, undeserving (Or maybe deserving, he didn't really know, or cared to find out currently), with the commotion drowning out any potential sounds, getting down on his hands and knees, he'd scruff his clothing up, basically making it seem like he had been one of the students that had been beaten on, he'd crawl on the floor, and maneuver his way through the bodies, men, and to the door, keeping his attention fully on the five men.
If at any time he noticed them just beginning to look his way, he'd immediately lie flat on the floor, and pretend to look unconscious, looking at them through very narrow eyes, hopefully fooling them into leaving him alone and he was able to reach the door with this tactic, and able to slip out of the classroom and into the hallway unnoticed.
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Post by Cael Seran on Sept 5, 2012 14:08:22 GMT -6
Cael remained quiet narrowing himself in the restroom and awaiting in a stall finding himself situated atop a toilet seat his legs strapped atop the butt protector and holding his stature down a bit not to be seen over the locked walls. Like hell they would hold someone back come busting through but it was simply a precautionary measure so that he could manage to think. Eyes flitting around quickly to look for a means of action knowing that in seconds they'd be here. Two by the sound of it, a pair of matching hulking footsteps but potentially more. The problem with escape was Kevala had turned this school into an inescapable deathtrap. Trying to get through the vents resulted in being gased out. So the only true measure was going through guns loaded.
A smirk on his face as Cael awaited the pair to be outside his door, probably only one due to the fact that the doors were narrow enough only for one man to stand in their wake at a time and it only made sense for one to check each stall at a time to cover more ground. Anyways Cael would stand erect planting a boot to the door and before they could knock the door in Cael would knock it out atop them thrusting full weight outwards to hurtle atop crushing one immediately with all his force.
"Surprise motherfuckaa!!"
Qi activated Cael would appear to be glowing as he charged the second one, presuming the second was under his boot he'd throttle off the door like a spring board into the second coming to uppercut him to the face with a left full body pivot. Pulling back Cael's right would burry in the male's gut attempting to throw him back against the wall. As tough as he may have been a surprise attack was more than what most would probably bargain for.
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Post by Aryanna Katashi on Sept 5, 2012 16:50:28 GMT -6
Ary had to roll her eyes at the football players that jumped up to "save the day" shaking her head in disgust as she folded her arms over her chest and watched them get beat down one by one. It was actually kind of sad. "One would think the athletes of this school would not be so pathetic." Scoffing softly as she found herself and the rest of the class boxed in.
Slowly she would back up, glancing over her shoulder and catching sight of one of the windows. Usually those things were death traps waiting to happen thanks to their psychotic Superintendent...but today, the teacher had been airing out the class and left one cracked it seemed. A little grin curling on her lips as she shot towards it, throwing it open the rest of the way and climbing out of it.
Of course....being the LOVELY girl that she was...she would make sure to hang from the ledge long enough to reach up and pull the window closed behind her. Well...she didn't want anyone else getting the idea and jumping out onto her. That would just hurt....possibly break something....like a nail.
Only then would she drop down, it was a second story fall, but damn if it didn't shoot a pain through her as she landed on her ass and collapsed back onto the ground. But....in the grand scheme of things...it was far better than being trapped in a room with the A-Team rejects that had just invaded.
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Sept 6, 2012 15:51:19 GMT -6
Kevala groaned slightly, her hand coming up to her temple and rubbing slightly as she watched the men starting to take on Carmine, beating him down. It wasn't easy, given the fact that Carmine usually put up one hell of a fight, but at the same time he was outnumbered.
Watching for a moment longer, she would look to the other members of her team as they rushed in, before slowly kicking off her shoes and wiggling her toes about just a bit. Well, it did feel good to have them free of those shoes.
A moment later she shot forward and would slam her fist into the ribcage of one of the men attacking Carmine, hopefully knocking him away from the much larger man in order to give him a better chance. Sure, she could have run off in the other direction, but he had given up everything all these years to protect her, why shouldn't she do the same?
If she managed to knock the guy away, she would turn her focus on him, sighing rather softly and shaking her head. "Do you have any idea how annoying this is?" Her brow arching slightly as she would wait for him to attack her then...figuring she wasn't going to put out any more energy than was absolutely needed in this moment, since yeah....Kev was lazy as fuck.
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Post by Legion on Sept 6, 2012 17:41:04 GMT -6
Legion's ears perked up as he heard that PA system chime on again, unsure if it was for the whole school to hear, or just this room. All he knew was that he was the one being singled out, not good. By mere fact of observation he knew that on the large scale he was stronger then any one of these goons, however, there were five of them and one of him. That made this a little bit more of a tricky situation. Doable, but it would be tough. He would have to hope that he was far smarter then these goons put together and that he could manipulate them in the ways that he wanted.
As the three began to push towards him he grabbed an open bic pen off of the desk next to him, nonchalantly, hiding it in his hand, in his palm, that palm facing away pen. Figuring it was impossible to see with the students standing between him and them. Not like he was going to be able to take them out with a pen but it was a good start. This was one of those, one step at a time things, one thing that most people failed to recognize when fighting groups, usually leading to the superior numbers winning, even if the single fighter was of significant skill.
As the three pushed their way towards them, the students and the desk's naturally separated them. It was Legion's intention to exacerbate that separation. That was his plan. As they got nearer he would kick a desk at the two on the right of the line. The goal here was not to hurt them, rather to push them back, intending for the desk to hit their left and right shoulders, respectively, but if they got hurt well that was more then perfect really.
The guy on the left of the line, from Legion's perspective, Legion would just shove the student in front of him from behind, into the man, aiming to have the student's body collide with the man's center left, to cause him to spin slightly to his left. Yes, Legion knew what he was doing, and he didn't care. At this point, everything in this room was an obstacle to be used against the men in front of him. And those potential obstacles were many as he was in the back of the class.
Back to the point though. Assuming the guy spun to his left, at least a little but, Legion would be following quick behind. His right hand with the pen, raising as he shoved the kid, though for the moment it was still concealed by the kid's body. As the kid hit the man, Legion would raise his right hand and stab the man in the side of the neck with the pen, which he held in a reverse grip, allowing for that concealability until the last second, stabbing down his right, to get as much damage as he could. The downward swing getting more power into the stab, the rightward direction attempting to get more into the side of the man's neck. The goal of the rightward direction being to provide a lever when he sunk the pen into the man's neck, a lever so that when the pen when in as deep as it would yank downwards and towards himself to break the pen in the man's neck, the pulling causing more damage and the breaking, well that left a chunk of pen in the man's neck, the piece of which Legion would strike again in a manner similar to how he stabbed the man' to drive it in further like a nail.
As Legion did this he was already grabbing the blunt object in the man's right hand with his left, palm facing outward holding the man in place if he decided to hold on to it, and controlling the man's movements. As soon as Legion finished stabbing the man and driving the pen in, which was over in a second, his right hand would grip the bottom of the club shaped object, inter the man's hand, however his hand would grasp the object on the left side (his orientation), his thumb down. With this grip he would spin the club object, whatever it was, counter clockwise. The result of which would be Legion ripping the object from the man's hand, and if he held on? Breaking his wrist and ripping the object from the man's hand. It was simple leverage and range of movement. Legion had far more of both as he was using his two arms instead of one, and he was twisting against a joint with far less flexibility then his two arms could muster. Basic disarm really.
As Legion pulled the object from the bottom of the man's hand he'd let go of it with his right hand, pointing the object with his left hand towards the man's face, placing his right on the top of the object and stabbing forward to strike the man in the face, aiming to shove him away as he righting the object, holding in in his right hand as he reassessed the situation and his attackers. He wasn't sure if his attack on the first guy would be fatal, seeing as it was just a pen he was using, which in its own right could be deadly, but far less so then a standard weapon, or more refined object. Though it was highly possibly that the man would be incapacitated, which for the moment was good enough.
The total of all these actions combined, just a matter of moments. Provided the desk slowed the other two down he should have had more then enough time to subdue attacker one, before the others came into play. Likely another moment or two before they were on him because all of his actions were designed to be fluid and quick. As he turned towards the other two, he would face them in a manner that meant his back would no longer be facing the wall, so he'd use this opportunity to retreat around another desk. The student's still standing in the room, more then happy to give them all a wide berth as Legion prepared for a continued onslaught...
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Post by Alek on Sept 10, 2012 0:58:54 GMT -6
Azura went intangible, leaving all the weapons to clatter together where she once stood, instead. This caused no small amount of surprise from the men, which would be their last. The young woman took full advantage of their confusion, snapping necks and taking names. All the while, Alek would be shouting, gleefully, into the PA system as he watched.
"No you fools, that's one! You have to watch for her-oh, well, nevermind, you're dead. At least your friend still has his ba-oh, oh, no, no he doesn't, annnnd ouch. Oh he's totally dead too. BUT THE REST OF YOU CAN-oooooh, nevermind, three strikes and he is OUT. You're not even gonna last a second, buddy, maybe you should ru-uhh, yeah, get your face slammed into the ground, that's what I was gonna say."
The broadcast was punctuated by a delighted cackle from the man in control. He seemed to enjoy the destruction of his own men just as much as he was enjoying the decimation of the students.
Azura stood face to face with the leader of this room's toughs, who, much to his own credit, stared at her unwaveringly. He didn't make a move, though, not for a tangibly long amount of time. It was until Alek spoke up again that he did.
"Well you're clearly outmatched, you may as well just try and kill her."
Taking instruction fairly well, the man, moving rather quickly despite his size, drew a pistol from where it was tucked into the back of his pants and opened fire on Azura.
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Kazuki attempted to outwit the big dumb fools beating down his fellow students by crawling out the door, inches by inches, pretending to look like somebody who's already had their face punched in. It takes a long time, and I mean a LONG time. Every few seconds, one of the toughs searches around the room for someone who's face still needs beating in, and with all five toughs looking every couple of seconds, interspersed between each other, Kazuki only was able to move at a rate of about an inch every six seconds. Eventually, he made it to the door, which presented another problem:
The door had been locked behind them. He could unlock it from the inside, sure, but such a thing would require blowing his cover.
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"Surprise motherfuckaa!!"
Cael's surprise attack was, in Pokemon parlance, super effective, as the men, expecting someone in the bathroom, certainly did not expect an offensive quite so sudden. The first tough is thrown backfirst into the sink, shattering the sink, but also his spine in the process. He dropped, and Cael kept the offensive up as he launched towards the other man as well.
This guy was quicker on the draw, however, these were fairly well-trained men after all, and anyone who had as much experience in a fight as Cael should have known better to lead with an uppercut. He grabs Cael's wrist and shoulder and spins, slamming him into the tile wall of the bathroom hall, just by the door out.
"Surprise, mother fucker."
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Aryanna shut the window behind her, effectively cutting off the escape routes of anyone else, who would all go on to be brutally wounded. It was perhaps for the best that she did not put the injuries of any of her fellow students upon her conscience, however, because upon her landing, she would turn to find enough problems of her own to worry about:
A large group of the same men were just outside the school, forming a perimeter to ensure no one escaped. Upon seeing her leap, they had encircled her, leaving her without any kind of an escape plan from her, at least, not one immediately noticeable.
"That one," the voice on one of their radios pipes up. "Bring that one to me."
They begin to close in on her, in an attempt to grab her and drag her to where Alek was situated.
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Kevala's sudden strike did, indeed, knocking the man off balance long enough for Carmine to mount an offensive of his own: blocking a punch from one of the men, he swung his arm back, slamming him into the wall with enough force to daze him slightly. This, in itself, was long enough: Carmine immediately swung his arm back and grabbed the last attacker with both hands by the head, digging his thumbs into the man's eyes until they popped, blood running down the man's shirt as Carmine's thumbs dug in as far as they could, tearing through eye socket until they reached the brains, silencing him for good.
The attacker that Kev distracted turned to face her, hopping back a little from the unexpected force behind the strike. Before he could attack, though, Carmine did his little number on his partner's eyes, causing him to look over in horror. This was all it took for the other two security guards to come in, throwing themselves on the remaining two men with tazers, bringing them down fairly quickly. The superintendent seemed to have a clear shot out from here.
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Legion's desk managed to separate the men, splitting them from one congealed group of five into two groups, one of two and one of three, however, by this point, they were more than ready for ongoing shenanigans. When the student was pushed forward, the tough in the way caught him, instead, and as Legion came forward with his pen, he would put the student in the way of the pen instead, causing Legion to sink the pen into the back of the student's neck, instead. Blood spurted from the wound, and the man angled it to attempt to splash it over Legion's face and, hopefully, eyes, to blind him and render him useless in the fight.
While that happened, another of the toughs was bringing his own club across Legion's jaw...
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