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Post by Mr. Purple on Apr 30, 2009 12:04:30 GMT -5
With a few more moments of focus, I would push the chair into the whole Travis had created, effectively blocking him in. I was sure that if he REALLY wanted to, he could get out, but at least it gave me some piece of mind.
I looked over to see Matrim carrying Emily out of the auditorium. One attack and she was done? Aww too bad. These 'Chillin's' had got me going, and now there was no one left to vent on... Except the two individuals attacking Damien. Something had to be done... certainly I could not let the lonely Pillar fight two opponents at once. With the extension of my hand, I would take control of that extra nifty little fan Emily had left behind. Hovering to my side, I knew just what I wanted to do with this... I scraped its edge on the ground, igniting it as Emily had done with the other, she was a great teacher. Then, without a moments notice, I propelled the flaming battle fan at the student coming up on Damien's backside. Nobody liked cowardly attacks, and there was nothing more cowardly than attacking a school representative from behind.
As the bladed fan, now engulfed in flames turned top over bottom as it flew, I took comfort in knowing that it would really, really, hurt.
"Heads up Mr. Kross."
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Post by THE Justin on Apr 30, 2009 14:07:51 GMT -5
Stu watched, and began moving forward, as soon as Matrim and Emily were cleared from the room. He came across Gabriel, leader of the Militia in his mind, and gritted his teeth. Gabriel wasn't going to win this fight, not alone.
His shotgun was pulled up, and that's when he saw it. The fan.
Fuck. Wait, was it headed towards Damien? Or was it headed... No time to think. Pull the trigger? Might give Purple more ammunition to use against them, those rubber pellets packing quite the sting.
Fuckkkkkkk.
He holstered the gun quickly, and launched himself into the attack. With both boys keeping Damien's attention, he threw himself to the ground, and threw out a sweeping kick, his long legs attempting to catch Damien's as he wasn't looking. Hopefully he could end the fight and get everyone out.
Its a damn crying shame that he didn't know that Travis was still there...
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Travis
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Post by Travis on Apr 30, 2009 14:10:18 GMT -5
Travis had been paying attention to the sounds above. And it seemed the action right above him had subsided. He had no idea what was going on, but he felt a slight pang of guilt for not staying up top and helping Emily out. There was no way to tell for sure whether or not Emily was still fighting. But it didn't seem to Travis like Mr. Purple had moved from his former position. If that was the case, Travis had an advantage. Or at least he'd like to believe he did. And then he heard the muffled words from Mr. Purple above. Travis believed this was his chance. Who knew what would happen.
Travis' knees would unbend and he force himself to stand up as his right arm shot up in the lead and he'd look to rip another hole upon underneath Mr. Purple. His right hand would be looking for a leg, and Travis had hopes that he was taking him by surprise and he'd be able to clamp one of those hands would Mr. Purple's ankle, and squeeze with all the strength he could muster. The male was obviously helping Jester in some way, so it was possible he was too distracted to know what was about to happen. And if he got his ankle, he was going to try and yank him down under the stage with him, and slam him into the ground.
And if he managed that, his left arm would shoot down and he'd try to slam a hammerfist into his chest and pin him to the ground. He didn't know if it would get that far though. This man's abilities were great. He didn't think people like this actually lived out in the world. But if it was possible for other people to get this strong, it was lighting a fire in Travis' mind. Some day he'd be strong like this Mr. Purple here.
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Post by Trizen Takano on Apr 30, 2009 16:08:34 GMT -5
POP! CRACK!
"ARGH!" He boy cursed as he popped a few configurations into place. Trizen was breathing quickly and massaged his leg with intense heat of his hands. There was a lot happening and the boy felt terrible that he could not have been in better shape to help... but he was in some kind of shape nonetheless.
"Someone...? Anyone..."
The boy sat up, his right hand now massaging his left shoulder. He saw the other boys that harassed him earlier make their exit as things were getting beyond hectic. It seemed they couldn't take the heat. Literally.
Turning around slowly, Trizen saw that it was Aurora. The young lady he met time and again. They bumped into each other at odd times. This one being no different. She seemed totally afraid and if it weren't for his resolve, he probably would have been in the same state. The boy struggled to open his swollen eyes. They were a little calmer now that he had been out for so long.
"Thirteen, it's me, Trizen. C'mon, we should get you out of here," he said almost feeling entirely guilty as he said it. In the distance he saw Ryuu fighting Damien along with Gabriel and others. Mr. Purple was still up, though something seemed off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Whatever the cause he thought he should try to help them instead of leaving. The wild haired boy saw Matrim and Emily make their exit and was glad they managed. "Thirteen, can you hear me?"
He looked down the auditorium again, this time he leaned against the bricks of the wall as the sprinklers shot off. He got himself to stand on both feet. Trizen grunted as he stood and took another breath as he watched Ryuu. That was his friend. He was fighting until... well... until God knows when. Hopefully the boy wouldn't get himself killed.
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Post by Aternity on Apr 30, 2009 23:37:15 GMT -5
Truly, without a doubt in her mind, this situation was lose-lose.
Even if somehow Thirteen managed to find a way to solve this, someone was going to get hurt. Hell, that was an understatement. People had already been hurt. Alright, people were going to die. Namely...well. She knew who. Let's go simply with that. Thirteen was still frightened out of her mind of course, but with Trizen now coming to her aid, she was gaining at least the composure to speak in some comprehensible language.
"Yes...yes..."
The fire was spreading, just like this fight. There wasn't any longer a point to it. At first, it had been for the good of the school. Now, it was for its destruction. She wanted to stop it. Stop all of this mayhem. For the first time in her life, she didn't want her predictions to come true. She wanted her Qi to stop, so that no one would die.
So much for that.
"Yes...I can hear you..."
She could feel the water dripping down her blonde hair, soaking it into her face...
If only if only, the little girl could stop all of this.
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Post by Mr. Purple on May 1, 2009 11:39:59 GMT -5
A hand came up out of the ground, grabbing my foot.
"Shit!"
I had not forgotten who was sent under the stage, however I had thought him winded and unable to fight... Wasn't this a surprise. This put me in an interesting situation, it seemed I was now at the mercy of this Hulk of a child. In the instance where I felt myself grabbed, I would stop two of the fairly large and jagged chunks of wood, and bring them with me as I was pulled below stage. Once I felt my body slipping under the wooden floor, I would launch the two jagged pieces of wooden shrapnel below, where I assumed Travis to be.
No pain, no gain Travis.
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Travis
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Post by Travis on May 1, 2009 13:47:28 GMT -5
Gotcha bitch!
Travis' fingers had grasped Mr. Purple's leg, and he'd squeeze with all his might as he yanked the man down through the makeshift hole he had just created in the stage. But along with Mr. Purple, came some pain of his own. He felt something stab against the top of his left shoulder, and then another catching Travis' and burying itself into his left leg as well. Those icy blues widened slightly. It felt like Mr. Purple had just stabbed his ass with a knife or something.
Travis would let out a pained roar as those muscles in his right arm would tense and he'd aim to swing Mr. Purple straight down into the ground. he wouldn't let go of that leg either, he had no plans of letting Mr. Purple go so easily now that he had him in his grasp. The only problem with his original plan was that it was hard to use his left arm now. The wooden shrapnel had embedded itself a few inches in both his shoulder and his leg. The for the most part though, they were stopping his flood from flowing.
At least Travis knew he wasn't going to make it out of this uninjured. And while his left arm was hurting, he knew that he couldn't waste his time here. His left arm bent and while Travis gritted his teeth, he'd grab at the large spike of wood and rip it from his shoulder. And in one quick motion he was bringing the same piece of wood he was stabbed with, down with all intentions of slamming that spike straight into the knee area of the leg he was currently holding.
All he had on his mind was this man's destruction. He had no care in the world about his own body right now. He was a fighter at heart, and he had never experienced a feeling such as this before. Mr. Purple was a strong adversary, and Travis wanted to beat him desperately. Everyone would see he was great after that, right? He wanted to be the best. And to be the best, he had to beat guys like this.
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Post by Mr. Purple on May 1, 2009 20:31:19 GMT -5
"Dumb fucking kid." I yelled as my back slammed against the ground underneath the stage. I was not going to let this child get the best of me, no there was no way that was going to fucking happen. With all the force I could muster, I would launch Travis through the bottom of the stage and as far away from me as possible.
Maybe if these kids didn't come at me one by one this would be more fun, but alas... The ants came marching.
I remained on my back for a few moments, catching my breath. That little brat had gotten me pretty good. Curse this damn weak body! I had to get out of here, these children commanded far greater power than I had planned for, I needed to retreat and report my findings to the board.
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Post by Damien Kross, Jester on May 2, 2009 22:35:09 GMT -5
Apparently, amidst the commotion and the battles, I had become a magnet for attention. This was a pity since I held a very high tension lock on Ryuu's arm... To the boy's dismay, and sharp move would cause him immense pain, and maybe even dislocate his shoulder or elbow.
At least it would be on Gabriel's shoulders and not mine... It was his silly choice to try and attack me while I was occupying Ryuu in the way I was... Oh well, Ryuu would pay for i-
Was that a flaming fan flying towards me? Oh Jesus-
Ducking sharply, I would be able to avoid the path of not only Gabriel's punch, but of the flaming buzzsaw coming towards us. As I ducked, my Qi would reject the spinning sound of the fan, taking away any audible chance of Gabriel hearing it coming. Oh, it would be fun as hell for this thing to hit him.
I would be blind however, to the incoming attack from above. Stu's legs would slam into mine, but with the crouch, it wouldn't trip me, but it would sure as hell hurt. I would fall onto my back, my hands letting go of Ryuu in the process. However, with the sudden duck I made to dodge the fan, it would surely dislocate his elbow- not break it however, as much as I wished it would happen.
I would be quick to get to my feet and resume my Hapkido stance, waiting for the next attack to come my way. In a moderate tone, my voice would be carried to Purple by my Qi, allowing only him to hear me.
"Purp, this is Damien. Can we end this please? I'm tiiiiired." I moaned, feigning boredom.
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Post by Travis on May 2, 2009 23:27:12 GMT -5
There was nothing Travis could do, regardless of whether or not Travis wanted to keep his grip, his body would launched away by the strange ability that Mr. Purple had been blessed with. Travis felt his body tugged away, and while yes he was losing his grip he was sure that the sudden tug would have done some excessive damage to that leg as Travis was knocked away. Within seconds he his upper back, and the back of his head slam against the bottom of the stage.
"Gah-!"
The wood would give way as Travis' body ripped through it, sending wooden splinters in all directions as he continued to move into the air. And Travis couldn't respond. Maybe his injuries were finally catching up to him, or maybe when he smashed his head against the stage just then he ended up paralyzing himself or something. He didn't know, but he was getting tired, and as he moved through the air his vision began to darken slightly.
D-Damn it.. Is this really all I'm capable of..?
He was out before his body even touched back down, landing upon some of the chairs in the audience. Some slide away upon impact, overs crumpled under the force. The thud was rather loud, and as soon as he hit the ground it would be clear to the others that he was knocked unconscious.
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Post by Ryuu on May 2, 2009 23:59:02 GMT -5
"Coward!" Ryuu's head whipped to the side as he saw his close friend and ally charge at Damien, who still held a very tight grip on Ryuu's arm, any sharp movement would cause Ryuu immense pain, possibly dislocating his shoulder or elbow. And with Gabriel trying to attack Damien, that would more than likely happen. "Gabriel! Get out of...!" Ryuu started to shout, but stopped in mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he saw a flaming fan come flying straight at Gabriel from behind, courtesy of Mr. Purple. As Damien ducked sharply to avoid the fan, Ryuu was pulled down as well, he let out a roar of pain, as he felt his elbow get dislocated from the sudden duck. Falling to his knees in pain, his head bowed forward as his hair covered his eyes, Ryuu did not see Stu sweep Damien and send him on his back.
He did however, feel Damien release his arm, as he fell forward face first onto the stage, darkness threatening to swarm Ryuu's vision. "Ga... GABRIEL! WATCH OUT!" Ryuu managed to shout out, before he fell unconscious on the stage, his eyes clouding over. Ga.. Gabriel... Good luck... There was nothing more Ryuu could do for Gabriel, he had given his friend a warning before he fell unconscious, down for the count. He was going to need surgery for his dislocated elbow once this was all over. Another casualty to add to the total list of those injured.
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Post by Mr. Purple on May 3, 2009 1:01:53 GMT -5
Then just like that, the boy was gone. I knew that I had dealt him some damage but to what extent I could only guess. I grabbed the corner of the hole, and pulled myself out, with a smile on my face. My head turned around the room as I took in everything that was happening.
"Purp, this is Damien. Can we end this please? I'm tiiiiired." That boy had the most interesting Qi... Damien's sound manipulation did have its pluses, muted chat must have been one of them.
I am so tired of this...
I pulled myself the rest of the way out of the whole, my eyes had finished scanning, having landed upon Travis' unconcious body.
"Children, it would be wise to desist with this hostility toward me. You can't win this fight. The Pillars know what is best for this school and its future. All of you still standing, should be concidered lucky. The board will be back, and until I return. I trust the Pillar-ship enough to run this school. There is no longer any point in fighting a battle you cannot hope to win."
Having announced the fate of Moral Crest, I would depart through the emergency exit located at the back of the room, at the end of the stage. I doubted the students would continue to fight Damien, there would be no point in their efforts. Victory is mine...
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