Matrim Gallagher
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Apr 20, 2009 4:03:07 GMT -5
"He's looking to start another riot. He wants us to attack him. Call Linda, tell her to start organizing any pillar supporters to quell any student outbursts to this as best as possible. You may need to help her. I'll stay here with Damien, and keep these people in here calm. I don't know where this will lead us, but if we can keep anyone from attacking anyone, we may yet see through this. I've locked the auditorium doors, just lock them behind you if you feel you should go out with Linda."
All the while listening to this, Matrim was humming to himself, not thinking much, but mindlessly pulling out his phone as he hummed, he would text Linda vs talking to her since they were in the middle of an assembly. Besides, it was more convenient then phone.
Purple declared no more weekend, riots likely to ensue, gather supporters, prevent riots. Do you need my help? Or should I stay with Damien and keep an eye on Purple?
After texting this, and humming 'Hey Ya' in his head, the lyrics coming to mind as he did all this, he eyed the room.
Gabriel, Thirteen, Trizen, Travis, Emily, girl who saw me naked, Damien, Adrian, Leanne, and one other person whom I don't know....
Matrim looked up at the podium. Still humming the same old tune in his head.
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Sara Quinn
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Post by Sara Quinn on Apr 20, 2009 13:12:46 GMT -5
Sara made her way slowly down the hallway, growling in frustration as she tried to work the crutches she was on. Sara was pissed. Beyond pissed. She was in a murderous rage. That bloody orange bugger had shattered her knee. With some surgery and a plate in her knee, she was already back on her feet... Foot... Sort of... She tripped, slamming into the locker next to her. DAMMIT
Adjusting the crutches she managed to gain her footing again. Literally footing. All her weight was supported on the crutches and her uninjured leg, her injured one in a brace to stop her from moving it while it healed. If she ever saw that guy in orange again... She sighed as she continued down the hall again. Her hair was tied back out of her face. It was hard enough to be on the crouched without her hair in her face. She was wearing a tank top and sweat pants, like she usually did now. It made trying to walk a little easier, and kept the clothing loose on her knee.
She was on her way to the auditorium thing... The place with the meeting. She didn't really care that they were increasing the number of school days... What did it matter to someone who never went to class anyways? Her goal was to start shit, cause some havoc, try to make the interfering parties lives, like that orange guys, hell. She knew she had missed the beginning of the meeting. That was fine, like she said, she didn't care. Not like she was going in through the normal doors anyways.
She smiled evilly as she thought about the items in the pockets of her loose pants. Three heavy metal locks in each pocket. They weighed her pants down, and a few times she had almost lost them, but she had managed quite well to keep them up. Thankfully. She growled as she tripped again, this time almost falling forward. It hurt. A lot. Her knee hurt, her pride hurt... She was so PISSED. It was going to take a few weeks before she would be able to even walk on it. She had to be careful until then.
Hence why she would attack from the shadows.
She knocked softly on the back door to the stage. It opened slowly, a scared looking boy popping his head out. she smiled sweetly at him. "Can I come in please...?"
He opened the door a little more. "Well I.. uh..." She cut him off by stepping back and lifting the crutch and jamming it into his chest, knocking him back. The door caught on her crutch and she eased it open, slipping slowly and clumsily inside. The boy was running off to another door, to scared to get involved. Looking around, she could see it was pretty much empty back stage, and no one had noticed the boy she had hit. A small chuckle and she eased towards the front of the stage. Reaching the side of the stage, and the gap where people go on and off stage, she peeked out at the people on stage. No one would be able to see her from here except the people on stage if they looked over here, and right now, their backs were to her.
Seemed things were getting slightly heated. She smiled, reaching into her pockets. She planned to make it that much worse. Hell, what was another injury if it didn't go so well. She was more then willing to break another bone just to see what would happen if she did this.
She pulled out a lock as quietly as possible. The remaining locks banged against each other gently. The other one on the stage was that pillar with the sound thing... He might know she was here. Didn't matter, it wasn't him she was aiming for... At least not yet >3 She leaned a crutch to the side to free up and arm, and weighed the lock in her hand. Wait... She took another small step forward, pushing her leg out for easier access.
1... 2... 3... WHIP
The lock flew across the stage at the back of the guy in purples head.
She reached into her pocket, roughly pulling out a second lock, and whipped it into the crowd without an exact target. Just randomly. She cringed, waiting to see how this one turned out as she reached for her crutch again, stepping back lightly.
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Post by Damien Kross, Jester on Apr 20, 2009 14:09:45 GMT -5
Things were getting very bad, very fast... Something needed to be done about this before Purple went ape shit.
The crowd, for the most part, remained silent- thrown off by Purple's apparent power... Whatever it was, it allowed him to throw shit at people... With glowy eyes... God dammit, why does someone with good fashion sense have to be the enemy?
As I scanned the room, a number of familiar faces looked back at me... The one catching me off guard the most was Matrim. God dammit Matrim, you useless bastard... You should be UP HERE helping me control this fucking situation...
Then, the young moneyman caught my eye- Mister Adrion Hanlon. And he was saying something...
Keep talking.
Okay, thank God, someone had my back in all this mess. Okay, list of priorities... Calm Purple down, prevent riot, stay alive... Wait, no... Stay alive, calm Purple down, prevent riot... That's better.
Speaking in a low voice, one in audible to all except my self, I used my Qi to float the sound waves directly to Matrim.
"Matrim, this is obviously Damien. Help me the fuck out bro."
However, Adrian was right. Whether or not I'd get any help, I needed to continue my job as Pillar.
"Purple, the last thing we want is for another riot to break out. Please, for the sake of the student's well being, sto-"
Time would seem to slow down- bullet time style- as a heavy metal lock was flung from somewhere unseen, headed straight for the head of Purple.
Oh Jesus...
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Post by Mr. Purple on Apr 20, 2009 14:45:19 GMT -5
"Purple, the last thing we want is for another riot to break out. Please, for the sake of the student's well being, sto-"
The boy's words suddenly stopped, however it was not because he didn't have something to say. My head was forced forward as a pain rang out behind my skull. Has some student actually clocked me one? I waited for a few seconds, expecting a combination attack... I waited in vain. I turned around to see just what had happened. Much to my surprise, I found a lock on the stage floor behind me... covered in my blood. I moved my hand to the back on my head, I felt wetness. I looked at my hand, it had a bit of blood on it.
"You will pay for that." I spat at the girl who had so obviously thrown the lock at me.
This was the last straw... There was nothing here worth saving, not one student, not one spec of dirt. Fuck this hell hole!
I brought my hands up in front of me, my fingers dangling, like a puppeteer about to begin a performance. The lock on the floor before me floated up, and with equal force, launched itself at the crippled bad tempered girl. If she was lucky, she would be able to dodge it... But I was willing to bet that Orange had done more damage to her knee than that. It also helped that I was aiming for her face... See how she likes a lock being vaulted at her head, lil sow.
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Matrim Gallagher
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THE ORIGINAL MR. CHEEZECAKE[M:58]
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Apr 20, 2009 15:55:34 GMT -5
"I am helping you out, I'm just trying to figure this guy out...." Matrim whispered, he knew Damien's Qi now. It had to do with sound, it had to. There was no other way his voice would reach him in that manner. It was a low sound but it carried far. It reminded Matrim of listening to Luyu Kodiak speak. She didn't have usable vocal chords but could mimic any sound with her Qi, including her own voice so long as her mouth was able to open up uncovered. Of course, if there abilities were the same, which he doubted, he would be able to blast the lock away with the force of his voice alone. This wasn't the case.
What the hell?!?
Matrim saw another lock and caught it in his hands. It stung slightly as it made contact, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Part of him wanted to do something about it when he saw the bloody lock rise and shoot out.
Reira's Qi he has Reira's Qi! Moving objects using his Qi, sometimes even people... in an environment like this there are plenty of objects for him to maneuver, Travis Qi can blast him, possibly blast objects. It can possibly counteract some of the objects that are being controlled by him. If Damien does something with sound waves this guy obviously can't do anything with that. If I can get a hold of him I can hold on for dear life while concentrating my Qi, use my strength to fight against his Qi power like I used to with Rei...... Aurora is blind, she would do well to take cover.....
Matrim mouthed words towards Damien, 'what do we do? He looks more than pissed off, and I'm willing to do anything to protect this school..... anything.' He mouthed. And then he added, 'and here I had him pegged as a mind reader.'
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Sara Quinn
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Post by Sara Quinn on Apr 20, 2009 17:51:15 GMT -5
Sara burst out laughing as the lock hit him in the back of the head. Oh that was good. The way his head shot forward! Nice. That was beautiful. She continued to pull the crutch towards her and adjust it under her arm. The lock clattered to the floor covered in his blood. The sight of blood only seemed to make her laugh harder.
"You will pay for that."
The laughter died down, leaving a sick smile on her face. She looked to him, her eyes wild. He thought she would pay for it eh? "HA, right!" She threw her head back and laughed. This guy... Right. Like she was going to pay for it. She was completely oblivious to anything he was doing as she laughed away, finally getting the crutch under her arm. Now to get the hell out of here before he- OH
She tripped, landing hard on her ass, her leg spasming in pain. She let out a growl of frustration and pain at the crutches as something shot over her head. Her gaze flew up to the guy in purple, her expression one of shock as something was hit behind her. What the hell had he just done? He had been aiming for her... Oh crap. Well that wasn't nice... These guys were really turning out to be dangerous.
Just like they had told her they would. Her mind went blank for a second at the thought of them. The ones who had trained her. She needed to bring these people down... But maybe now wasn't the best time... Her hand touched the bulge in her pocket. Or maybe it was... She pulled out another lock. 3 down. 3 to go.
This was so not going to be her best idea. She wanted him to come to her. It was that simple. And what better way then to make him attack her. She hadn't seen him pick up that lock, so she had no idea what he was capable of. But if he came at her... If she could just get her hands on him...
"Bring it on you stupid shit!" And then she whipped the second lock at him.
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Gabriel Seran
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Apr 20, 2009 18:26:42 GMT -5
Gabriel watched through an eager eye watching the chaos develop, he knew that now Mr. Purple had a small patience something of a weakness you may say. As for the Pillar Damien had a fear of conflict two weaknesses he could use to his advantage. Grinning he formulated his plan sitting calmly as the events unfolded and the Pillars moved to make a diplomatic stand.
His eyes traced the familiar figure of Sara come out and take Mr. Purple by surprise. Blood, blood from the grand dictator here, they had a weakness and Gabriel would extort it perhaps not here numbers were not in their favor nor strategy. He was becoming to like his hostile little pet run amok and surprise the elder fool. That was until some Qi was let loose. Ahhh he was some for of psychic impressive.
“Sara!” Gabriel stood calmly as he shouted her name, “Its time we stopped this foolishness…” he said in a lower calm voice trying to control the situation, he gave her a small unnoticeable wink as t suggest that she’d done well, thanks to her there was a plan and soon there would be a new assault ready to begin.
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Post by Mr. Purple on Apr 20, 2009 18:51:17 GMT -5
"Bring it on you stupid shit!"
I moved my hand forward, stopping the second lock a few yards away from me. With the motion of my hands, I brought both locks within a few feet of my body, they began to spin. Like small orbiting planets traveling at extremely high speeds, they circled me.
With full speed, I would dart forward toward this crippled crazy princess. She was on the ground still which was all too perfect. As I would quickly come to close the distance between the two of us, once she was withing range I would punt her like a foot ball with a kick straight to the face. I was sure it would land, however, not so sure that she would go flying like an old football. She would probably just roll backward, that should feel great for her leg and face.
OoC- When fighting Mr. Purple please make a note that objects thrown with his mind and his Qi are based off of his Int score, not his Str stat. Thankies motoz
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Post by Trizen Takano on Apr 20, 2009 19:11:06 GMT -5
((Wasn't there a posting order... )) Trizen looked around and couldn't believe what he saw. There was everything going on all at once all of a sudden. What was happening? People were getting out of hand! Attacking teachers? Each other? Themselves? Or at least that what it seemed like. Some students were having convulsions on saying Mr. Purple threw a podium at them. What? When did that happen? In any case, Trizen made a defensive sort of lean towards Emily and looked around to scan for the quickest exits. But, then again, why would he leave if he knew Emily would want to stay and find out what was going on? He was curious himself, but he figured staying involved in a mess like this meant he would have to fight his way out. He hoped not. "Bring it on you stupid shit!" What the hell? Who was that? Oh no... it was her. The crazy one. Sara. What was she doing now? Fighting Mr. Purple? And for what reason? He heard someone call her name, and recognized it, but he wasn't doing anything. He just stood there. And twitched? He twitches or was he winking? In either case, the boy was looking for answers now. "Gabriel," He shouted on standing this time around, "Shouldn't we be trying to stop this?" Some students were already doing their fair share of things. Trizen was not a fan of what was going on. Not at all. ((Eh.. short post.))
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Sara Quinn
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Post by Sara Quinn on Apr 20, 2009 21:00:06 GMT -5
Sara watched, shocked, as the lock stopped, floating in midair. Then, with a simple motion, both locks were floating around him, spinning. She was shocked. Completely shocked. Well that explained why she hadn't seen him pick up the lock at least. Sara had never really thought about it before, but she guessed it made sense that teachers, and members of the school board would have qi's to... But what he could do with his, Sara had no idea. But the possibilities made her smile.
She watched him come forward, her eyes staying on him. This was going to be interesting. She wondered how this would turn out.
She remained sitting as he came forward. He was fast... But she was faster. If she was correct, his attack seemed to be pretty simple. The locks were an unknown, but with her sitting, and him coming it at her... Most likely a kick... To many unknowns though, and you didn't get to be the head of academics without being smart. She preferred to pretend he was a fool.
She leaned back slightly, as though flinching away from his oncoming form. As soon as he was within range, she threw her upper body forward. This would hurt. A lot. Not as much as it would if she wasn't planning on activating her qi, but it would still hurt none the less. At least this way, she had a little bit of say in this.
She would throw herself into his kick. This constituted as her attacking, of her touching him. The moment he touched her, her qi would activate, the familiar green wind flowing gently over her body, just above her skin. A loud boom would signal her qi was activated and working, and it he would be hit it a large amount of force at the connection point. So his foot. She didn't know what that would do to him... Possibly make his foot slam back behind him, spinning him forward and onto his face. That would nice. Then she could smack him in the back of the head. But if he drew his leg up towards his chest, he would be sent flying back away from her. She really couldn't tell at this point what her burst might do to him from this position. Wouldn't it be nice to know though?
Sara however, would be thrown back, her head snapping back from the force of his kick to her chin. Her back would slam back into the floor, and that would be that. She would come out with a very painful and bruised chin. The orange guy though... her qi hadn't worked on him.. All she could do was hope that wasn't the case here.
OOC - Posts till next 'burst' - 5 STR +5, DEX +5
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Travis
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No matter what, you?ll never take that from me. My reign is as far as your eyes can see.
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Post by Travis on Apr 20, 2009 21:07:49 GMT -5
This is going to get in hectic..
A lot of things had happened before Travis really had time to think things through. Out of nowhere Sara came and tossed something at the back of this Mr. Purple's head, and now it seemed like this were going to get out of hand. It looked like things were going to get interested, that was for sure. And Travis soon leaped into the air, and cleared some of the distance between himself and the stage. It was time to let off some of that pent of rage he had hidden. As soon as he touched down, his right hand and snapped forward and he clipped one of the chairs, sending it flying toward the same, and the male that was about to kick his ex-girlfriend.
Regardless of whether it his or not, Travis was going to use those leg muscles of his to launch himself into the air, do talk hard upon the stage a short distance behind Mr. Purple. He didn't care if other people tried to stop him here, this guy obviously had been prepared to start a fight. And he just happened to be attacking his ex girlfriend, though she might have deserved it in the first place. Regardless, it was time for him to let lose here and have a little fun. It had been far too long since he kicked the shit out of someone.
"I don't think talking is going to cut it anymore.."
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Post by Mr. Purple on Apr 20, 2009 23:50:47 GMT -5
So, the crippled peon did have a trick up her sleeve. Cute. The blast of force that erupted forth was quite interesting, but against one with power such as mine, it was futile- heh, at best. The force shot my leg back, the rest of my body beginning to elevate, but I would quickly freeze in midair, gently floating down to the ground, the two locks circling me like vultures once more.
"Quaint. So there are some students in this school that can back up their talk." I smiled. "I think however, that you need to be- brought down to earth."
As I prepared to fling the ragdoll into the crowd, a loud thud sounded behind me...
"I don't think talking is going to cut it anymore.."
"For once, we agree." A lock would drop from orbit into my hand at the same time the two students- both the cripple and the rabid dog- would be flung into the audience. The power behind my Qi would prevent the two from retaliating during their flight.
The lock would resume orbit around me, joining it's brother.
"Are you going to make a serious attempt this time? I truly hope so..."
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Leanne
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Post by Leanne on Apr 21, 2009 0:18:30 GMT -5
Just transfer and get out?
It was hilarious how the school cared about the population's grades but not about the number of people who would transfer out due to the changes being implemented. Then again, perhaps the massive amount of students can take the hit, along with the already diminishing reputation of Moral Crest High. But still, in Leanne's point of view it was all just a little too funny.
What was even more hilarious was the fact that a girl had popped out of nowhere with a seemingly unlimited amount of fire and energy. Leanne didn't know if the people fighting against Mr. Purple was stupid or just plain courageous. It was all too surreal to have idiots just running back and forth throwing feeble kicks at someone who was obviously stronger than them. Even if they weren't stronger, they had political control of the students.
There was also the method of blackmail and other sorts of bribes these school leaders have. Then again it was always refreshing to see people fight against the system. It was cute and amusing! Leanne merely sighed as she sat comfortably in her chair ready to jump out of it if someone came flying at her- hey you'll never know!
As for now she'll just watch. She wasn't much of a fighter anyways.
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Travis
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Post by Travis on Apr 21, 2009 0:20:25 GMT -5
Travis was soon knocked from the stage, back to where he had started from. He'd land into a roll, and finding himself sliding into a few of the empty auditorium chairs. He'd push himself back up and onto his feet, and those icy blue eyes would glare toward the male up on stage. He didn't know what the hell had just happened, but whatever it was there had to be some kind of trick to it. He didn't know what it was just yet, but he was going to have to try and figure this out.
Again he'd rush forward, kicking off the ground to launch himself into the air, and toward Mr. Purple once again. He didn't know what it was going to take to make things work here, but Travis would keep trying until he hit this bastard. And when he hit him, he was going to be feeling it. Travis was damn sure of that. As Travis moved through the air, he'd throw his body into a front flip, and lift his right leg toward his head mid-air, and aim to slam his right heel down upon Mr. Purple's head as he came down.
One good, solid hit! That's all I need!
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Matrim Gallagher
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Apr 21, 2009 22:02:53 GMT -5
(OOC: Didn't put a note in my last thread pointing it out all obvious and shit, but Matrim did stay in the same spot the entire time just an Fyi.)
Matrim's hands burst into flames as he looked around the room, trying to see who was fighting and who wasn't. Matrim ran onto the stage and just as Travis leapt into the air aiming to crash his heel down on Mr. Purple Matrim would use both hands which were on fire to grab the ankle of Travis, catching the kick by planting both of his feet firmly. The strength of his attack pushing Matrim into the ground a bit, his hands in pain from the force of the kick. Travis was strong, and Matrim was definitely not near as strong as he was.
"Sorry to interrupt, but you are to end this fighting and leave this place NOW!" Matrim yelled and called over to Damien, "I could use some help here!" He kept his eyes on Travis, ever vigilant of any other incoming attack. Matrim's hands would both grip around Travis' ankle, and keep a grip. "This guys extremely strong Mr. Purple, it'd be best to avoid getting hit by him...."
and then Matrim would make an announcement to everybody in the room, "Those of you who wish to remain neutral do so, those of you who would be so kind as to help with our mystery attacker and Travis here, feel free to give me a hand, otherwise if you wish to cause a riot you will be brought to justice!"
(OOC: Qi Info Constitution: 50 [-2 every other post] Charisma: 37 [-5 Cha for ignition] Posts of continuous use: 1)
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