Fantasy Clash of the Cliques: A Modern Fantasy High School RP

[CSA]

Ryuji reacted immediately to the offer of a sparring match, like a cat glancing up at a loud noise. The spork fell from his hand, and he regarded the Cyclops immediately with a wide grin.


"A sparrin' match!? Hell yeah, I've been rarin' fer a good fight since I got here!"


Ryuji stood up quickly.


"Think I'd better warn ya, though; it ain't often that I lose a fight! An' even the tough bastard that manages ta beat me gets it back twice over soon after!"

 

[Blumenkranz]

The punk's rolls were still being laughably low. Perhaps it was that his mind was still stunned by his nail gore, perhaps it was that he was blinded by the sexy mime flashing in front of him. Probably the former, though. Sephirot didn't seem the kind of guy interested in the latter, after all.


The knife slid under the kid's jacket, leaving behind a fairly large yet negligible (or at least, for protection purposes) scratch behind. Damn, the punk wasn't going to like this.


Maya made two step backwards, getting ready to jump away out of this situation to a safer place. She really didn't want to be around when that metrosexual punk realized what the nerd did to his leather jacket.


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• Heavy Leather Jacket started with 18 SP = 18 SDP
  
• Parry caused 20 damage to left arm, 2 points went in. 16 SDP, 17 SP.
  
• Monoknife is AP. 17/2 = 9 (rounding up) SP. 4 points go in. 12 SDP, 16 SP.

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[MechaGhoul]

At the Jock's Table


The Cyclops smirked as Ryuji accepted his offer. He emerged up from the table, standing in his short majesty of five feet. Cracking his knuckles, the Cyclops gave a nod to Ryuji. "Expect nothing less. Right, come on, let's go outside. Can't do a friendly spar in here." Many of the jocks gave nods of approval. After all, what was better than participating in manly feats of sparring practice?


Petrov stared down at the Cyclops as he gave a nod towards him. "Don't go too hard on him Gorth, can't train if too hurt." Gorth the Cyclops gave a nod towards Petrov. "I won't just a friendly starting spar." Gorth peered back at Ryuji as he gestured him to follow.


After that bit of note, the cyclops headed out of the cafeteria. Today was going to be fun, as he was going to see if this guy could be a decent sparring buddy. After all, if Rey felt he was worthy, there had to be something to this kid. And Gorth was eager to find out what it was.


In the Receptionist's Office


The Receptionist casually opened a drawer from her desk as she pulled out another piece of gum. She idly tapped her fingernails on the desk as began chewing through the gum. The kid was shouting out something that didn't make any sense to her. "Riiiiight, now why would a German High Court send a kid abroad to the States? Well unless it was extradition for a crime you did here. And Cyrus is not an idiot; Hell he takes his job more seriously than the other students."


Cyrus the Swampman spoke up rather loudly, "IF HE HAS NEVER BEEN IN JAIL. THEN HE COULDN'T BE ON PAROLE. PAROLE IS ONLY FOR PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN IN JAIL AND HAVE BE-" The Receptionist popped a bubblegum bubble at Cyrus. "Sorry." She just gave him a bit of a dismissive hand gesture, as she held the phone to her ear. "Right, I don't want the kid shouting while I chat up with the officers. ...Hn, I think the Headmaster's Office, or at least one of the Vice Principles' Office is available."


From one of the rooms came a loud shrill scream. "...Headmaster's is taken then. You just got here a bit late, fellow Prefect came back with three other students. Darnest thing."


Outside in the Dealer's Realm


The two ogre guards continued to stand watch. The one on the right spoke up, "Y'think he's gonna brew some good stuff for us? Like Sake?" The ogre guard on the left shook his head. "I don't think so."


"Why's that?" The one on the right inquired, "Oh right, he only appreciates American drinks." The one on the left nodded sagely. These two, they were fine guards, at least the Dealer Dakota thought they served their purpose well. Or he had some other reason for hiring them. Either which way, they continued to stand on guard.


As they kept watch, they noticed a sexy mime flashing her goods. The ogre on the right glanced down at the Mime, "Hey! You. No." The ogre on the left paused for a moment, "...Maybe it's just one of Ryker's groupies?"


The right ogre turned to face his compatriot. "But our orders are to not allow anyone unless we are sure." The ogre on the left turned to face him. "But he has a lot of groupies, how can we be sure it isn't one? Aaand doesn't the Boss have special rules on this?"


This took the ogre on the right back a bit. "I'm not sure. But I think the Groupie Rule is they have to be with the individual in question at the time of inspection." Scratching his head the ogre on the left stared at him, "But what about the case that happened last Tuesday?"


As they discussed, they failed to notice the mime just sneaking past them.


In the Dealer's Tent


Dakota looked at Lacey as he gave a loud whistle, as he vigorously shook Steve's greasy hand. Truly a man who knew his way around parts. Steve was gonna be a good one. He felt a twinge of guilt letting go of it.


"Whooowie, nice pair y'got there. How maneh drinks it take to get yonder peak?" Lacey smirked at the comment, "Depends whatcha got." She said as she pressed them up a bit.


The Dealer smirked as he wiped at his nose and gave a laugh. "Only tha finest o'brews. Pabst Blue Ribbon." He then turned his attention back to Steve, "Good Ol' MURRICAN CARS. Can't tell ya how many dagnum foreign parts people wanted me t'get. Won't do it. I ain't a man who'll import foreign goods. My customers deserve only the best 'Murrican made projects. Ah break calipers! Lemme think. Ya got som."


Ryker casually peered towards behind as he saw the mime and her exposure. "Guess Seph-y couldn't keep all the groupies back." Quickly in a practiced fashion, Ryker pulled out a sharpie and stared at the Mime. "Aight, what's ya name?" After all, he had to write the fans name there as well. It was his duty as a Rocker.


The Battle Rages ON


"...I'm going to have to spend such a long time at Ky Lan Spa and Parts. Maybe I should go with rose red for the nails this time. Or maybe I shall go with a shade of purple. Have to pick a color that'll stand out against my usual attire. Think I'm getting low on eyeliner." Sephiroth mused to himself as he realized he his claws had became even more scuffed than they already were. The pale sexiness, was not nearly as important maintaining his own ravishing good looks.


After all, he knew he was fabulous. He was a Punk with style. But unfortunately, he had to be with Ryker often, who had so much style. But here, he could stylishly engage in battle as he wished. Sephiroth should've had the opportunity to be stylish. To delve his claws deep within the girl's veins and pitiful manner of dress.


She really could use a makeover. The nerd didn't seem to understand how just out of season her fashion was. Truly it brought Sephiroth to possibly feel pity for her.


But his jacket, there were tears in the left arm section! The strands of fabric were strung about unorganized. Sephiroth immediately re-focused his attention from his clothes to her. "You!" His eyebrow was twitching. "Do you know what you just did!? MY JACKET! It was perfectly stylish and in pristine condition. BUT YOU TURNED IT INTO THE 'WORN AND TORN' STYLE! THAT WAS SO LAST FALL!"


Maya decided to try to jump backwards, probably knowing full well the extent of her crimes against fashion. She had committed several horrific war crimes against all that was reasonably aesthetically pleasing and beautiful.


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Sephiroth couldn't allow that to happen. He lunged in and pulled her back before she could finish the maneuver. "You! YOU, YOU AREN'T GOING TO RUN AWAY!"


And so Sephiroth swung his clawed nails at her left leg.


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However, in his fit of fey fury, he probably wasn't going to hit correctly. Truly fate was cruel to Sephiroth. Perhaps he needed to sacrifice a life goat to appease the fickle Gods, because life was being horribly unfair to him. Or perhaps he would need to find some way to just slash away at her as he truly felt like. Needless to say, this series of horrible, wretched, somber, gloomy, and all down-right agitating events did not sit well with Sephiroth.


Namely the fact his claws were scuffed and that his jacket had been torn up.


"...If only my claws were as pretty as they usually are. I really do need to go back to the nail salon. Think I will settle with rose-red for the claws. Hngh, oh so many colors to choose from."

 

[Boomrocker]

"Ryker, I like this guy!" Steve exclaimed, turning his head in Ryker's direction. He disregarded the exposed mime. Probably one of those ICP nutters. Regardless, she was just another one of Ryker's floozies. Far more importantly, his bro had introduced him to a kindred spirit! They would have much to talk about.


"I know, man. PBR, nectar o' the gods, brother. An' man, y'know how many lil' shits I seen drivin' around in them riced-up ol' Hondas with huge-ass spoilers an' exhaust pipes for days coverin' up one hunnert brake horsepower? Man, that some bullshit right there, aight? Naw dawg, y'got your Chevy. Your Dodge. Your Plymouth. Your Shelby. Ain't nothin' like authentic American muscle, y'feelin' me man?"


Steve apparently had never heard of the phrase 'preaching to the choir'.

 

[Bob Brawler]

Siegfried somewhat calmed down "Okay, hello My name is Siegfried i am a Cheetah clansman, if you haven't heard of us we are, outlaws by birth, a crime in Germany, our ancestors made a lot of... lets call it evil deeds and in my country we have been hunted and either executed or put under unbelievable restrictions, i wont tell my whole life story again, but you can call this number," he said as he reached his hand into his jacket pocket pulling out a piece of paper with a number on it, "this is the phone number of my parole officer if you are going to call the police at least grant me this request and call this one, he will clear everything up and explain my situation properly," he paused again taking a sigh of relief, "Cyrus, right... hi we started on the wrong foot here, I am sorry for calling you inappropriate names, i am just not used to being... swooped of my feet like that and i was definitely surprised by you accusing me of a crime, if you can do me the honor and put me down i promise i will not runaway for i have nowhere else to go."

 

[Xenonia]

Étouffé smiled dumbly for a moment, before reaching into her partially-off overalls... And removing something. Something invisible. It was impossible to tell what exactly it was, from any visual clues, but it was clearly long... And somewhat tube shaped... And being brandished as though it were a weapon. She held it out, as though she wanted... Whatever it was, signed. As she did so, she slowly reached one of her hands back to begin fixing the overalls. She figured she no longer needed to rely on indecency to remain here, spying.

 

[Blumenkranz]

As Maya was about to leap backwards, she felt the vampire's sharp claws digging in her arm. Well, or at least trying to, because they weren't able to pierce her armored synthetic wool jacket.


Sephirot's grab wasn't very good, so skulking proved fairly easy. Still, it had stopped her whole maneuver, and now she was vulnerable to the kid's attack. As expected, the punk was enraged due to the ugly damages inflicted on his wardrobe, and he was ready to attack. With a swift movement of his arms, the vampire threw his claws... to her left leg.


A step backwards later, the punk's nails sliced through the air. Not that she complained, though.


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[Supercomicbookgirl]

Her eyes still very focused, seemed to now wander and analyse the situation.


From the air the girl gave off she could tell she must belong to the Nerd faction.


Then again why would a Nerd be talking to her, she just didn't get it anymore, she should really do some studies on society.


Aiona put her hands behind her back, eyeing another way, as the girl implied she seemed very lonely.


She taught for a moment.


'How would you know?! have you felt alone before?'


Even tho her tone might be a little attacking, she doesn't mean bad, she is actually pretty lonely.


It's a relief she can finally talk to someone maybe, with some kind miracle, they could become friends at some point.

 

[MechaGhoul]

At the Dealer's Tent


Ryker glanced at the mime curiously, for a moment. It appeared that she didn't want what the groupies usually wanted signed. The strangest thing about the request was the fact that she was miming at something she wanted signed. However, Ryker wasn't one to disappoint a fan even if they had strange requests. Lacey just stared at the Mime for a bit and gave out a huff. As long as she wasn't trying to, get Ryker, all should be fine.


Ryker twirled the sharpie a bit between his fingers as he approached Etouffe. "Let's see..." Ryker mused to himself, deciding upon what to sign upon it. "How's about 'Stay Golden'?" He inquired to the mime. After all, he couldn't just sign anything willy nilly. Well he could, but the fans were an important part to the rocker and the life-style. Ryker cocked his head back to Steve as he gave a knowing smirk. "Figured y'would."


Dakota smirked at Steven. "Damn Tojos can't build a decent car with muscle to it." The Dealer went towards the cooler that was established in the back. He quickly cracked it open as he pulled out a can of PBR, "Steven! Catch!" And so the Elf tossed a can of PBR towards the man. "So what kinda 'Murrican Muscle ya need Patriotic Calipers fer?"


In the Receptionist Office


A small bird flew in, carrying a suspiciously familiar wallet. It proceeded to drop it on the Receptionist's desk as it flew out just as quickly as it came in. The Receptionist glanced at the paper, for a brief moment. As this went on Cyrus stared at Siegfried, "IF YOU TRY TO ESCAPE. IT WILL ABSOLUTELY CONFIRM YOU ARE CRIMINAL SCUM." But, despite his better judgement he decided to loosen the grip slightly upon the cheetah man, as the Receptionist was dialing up the local authorities.


Battles... Battles Never Seem to Change


Sephiroth's right eyebrow continued twitching. He was a creature of mystique! He was a man of beauty and power! Sephiroth was the Vampiric Bouncer, and he was a Punk not a punk. On his face there was still a scowl of anger, from the misfortunes that fate had struck upon him. "Why, must my beautiful style have been tormented so?" It was then a dawning thought occurred to him. Why should he allow such misfortunes to happen to him in the first place. He was a Punk.


The Vampiric Bouncer knew in his heart he was a predator of mystique and finesse. Sephiroth was not about to let a series of unfortunate events get the better of him! Not today! Not this time! He would need to fight harder even against fate itself, to protect his own beautiful style.


Staring at Maya with his blood red eyes, he gave a quick bow. "My apologizes fair maiden. I have not given you a proper showing. My aesthetic has been bound." He said flicking a bit of hair back, "By most unseemly omens. I was too focused on the OUTER aesthetics of the scene. In my rage, I forgot about the inner beauty. Allow me to unwind a taste of my



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With a renewed sense of beauty, Sephiroth elegantly ran towards Maya. His face, which had before been marred and tainted by his anger, was now replaced with a genuine smile. The warrior of beauty gave a quick twirl as he swung his clawed hands at her right leg.


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Knowing that he was a most beautiful being, he had to give her a proper taste of his beauty. "Fufu-eheheh... AH, this is more like the beauty I wished to demonstrate earlier! I was so wound up, that I couldn't just be free to express my beauty.... slightly."


[All Actions for Turn Completed.]

 

[Boomrocker]

. As though time had slowed down for just this moment, the can of PBR came into contact with one of Steve's fingers. Then the second. Then the third. They wrapped around the holy nectar and with an inexorable pull his hand tugged that glorious can out of the air. He smiled, the self-satisfied smile of one cradling the item they have sought for so long. His mind was ablaze with thoughts of patriotic fervor. Fireworks went off. Women lost their underwear. ZZ Top played the national anthem in his honour. Presidents, past, current and future, saluted the monumental event taking place in this here tent. The beer was cracked open with a glorious carbonated hiss and a quarter of the liquid inside was promptly made a permanent resident of Steve's stomach. His free hand shot out in front of him and his thumb erupted in the manliest display of the thumbs-up ever seen in recent history.
God bless America.


"Aw yeah, a 1970 Dodge Charger. R/T model, 440 HEMI, custom built five speed stick shift that took th'better part'a six months t'get the bits for, y'dig? Got a whole bunch'a modern Dodge parts in 'er as well, managed t'get the engine up t'five hunnert eighty one brake horsepower. Chassis's in th'shop gettin' painted. Sheeeeit, son, this beast'll rip th'tuner boys t'bits."


Yes, there was an exposed mime in the room. Yes, Ryker was signing and Lacey was grumpy. Yes, Steve completely ignored it. It was CAR TALK now.

 

[CSA]

Ryuji shoveled the rest of his food into his mouth, quickly stood up, and followed after the Cyclops. Grinning and with a gait that gave away only confidence and fire, he tapped his wooden sword over his own shoulder.


"Right, we'd better relocate! Don't want any innocent people getting hurt in our clash," replied Ryuji seriously, "Never decked no one that didn't need it, and I ain't about to start now!"


Ryuji could only hope that this Cyclops kid had the ability to quench his thirst for battle.

 

[Blumenkranz]

An ominous theme started playing out of nowhere. Maya didn't usually talk during fights, but this was completely unfair. "Oh, come on. Are you serious? I want a battle theme too!".


Perhaps distracted by this injustice, perhaps dazed by his Platonesque speech about the idea of beauty, Maya took too long to notice Sephirot charging at her. The nerd tried to jump back again, but it was too late: the punk's claws dug through her armored skin and into her cold legs as she was taking air.


The girl noticed two things. First, she felt her leg twitching in response to the kid's attack; indeed, he perforated the entirety of her skirt and pantyhose, leaving behind an ugly little hole that acted as a window for... another black pantyhose? There was a single black cable coming from it, which looked more like pulled out of its plug than actually broken. Fuck, she would have to take care of that after this fight.


The second thing she noticed was that Sephirot's nails got entangled with the hole in her skirt. Despite not having a really tight grab around her leg that way, it was just enough to throw to the ground her escape plans. Quite literally.


Maya flew back into the pavement with impressive strength, roughly. However, it didn't hurt as much as it was humilliating.


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(Skirt SDP reduced to 11. Skirt SP reduced to 11. Right leg SDP reduced to 29. HP reduced to 19.)

 

[ComradeSenpai]

"Shhhhh." Yumi whispered, placing a single hand on Aiona's cheek.


"I know more than you might think. Lying in a hospital bed with a dozen tubes sticking into you is a great way to get acquainted with the sound of silence." she said, thinking briefly to all those weeks and months. Indeed, she was well versed in what it was like to be alone, often immobile as she was stuck in the infirmary with only her mother to relay information between shifts at the diner.


"With that kind of answer, you must be suffering. If you need a shoulder to lean on, come here.... Not literally though, or else I might collapse."

 

[Xenonia]

Étouffé kept her stupid grin as Ryker signed the object, before slipping it back into her overalls. That could potentially get her out of trouble, later... She saw two greasy creeps discussing... Cars? Or some kind of video game? Something moronic, at least, with an almost sexual interest from both parties. Whatever. One of these two must have been the dealer... Probably the one that didn't come in with Ryker. The other was... Well, he had a sort of charm to him. It was easy to see how he could be a lieutenant to Ryker. Étouffé began doing some math in her head. Ryker was clearly taken by the dirty dwarf, so that wasn't an in for her... So clearly, her best chance of embedding herself in the organization of Punks, (though truly, she despised them), was to 'make a pass' at one of the lieutenants. The shit-beer drinking, car-humping idiot would do nicely for such a scheme.


Sidling up alongside the buffoon as he talked shop, or maybe he was just babbling like a mentally-challenged ape, Étouffé leaned in close and put her arm over his shoulder. A great start.

 

[Boomrocker]

Of course, Steve's bragging had to be cut short as he felt something on his shoulder. Or, more accurately, someone.


He turned his head and looked down. The mime, or was it a clown, was leaning on his shoulder. Now, Steve liked floozies as much as the next guy, but unless she was secretly packing a V8 under her overalls he really wasn't too keen on this one. I mean, she was all black and white and stuff!


"Who is this clown?" he asked of no one in particular.

 

[MechaGhoul]

Heading Outside


The Cyclops walked out of the cafeteria. It was a brisk stroll down a the hallways, before he found a door to leave through. Every once and awhile he cocked his head back to see if the boy Ryuji was following him. He pushed the door open and stepped outside.


There was a chill wind that blew through the air, as the Cyclops waited just a few paces from the walls of the school. He began stretching out his arms as he waited. Truly today would be the scene of a fine battle. A glorious encounter of man vs man.


The Battle


"Ahahaha! Finally, a bit of beauty demonstrated." Sephiroth chuckled as he pulled out his claws from Maya's legs, and glanced at the destroyed wardrobe. Truly he was doing her a favor, by hacking at that ugly style.


Smiling with a sense of vanity and happiness, he licked at his claws. "Ahhhh..." Sephiroth slowly ran his tongue across each one, "Delightful. Just with the sense of mystique as usual." He paused for a moment as he did look on at the scratches that were still there. But he was not nearly as concerned with them as he was during the start of the battle.


Sephiroth smiled at Maya as he waggled his left index claw. "Oh I fully understand your concern Nerd. It is a nice feature, which helps further the beauty of combat. After all, combat isn't truly complete if it lacks a sense of beauty within it. If you so wish, I can look for a song to be pleasing to my sense of beauty, which represents what you would feel as your beauty." The ominous track seemed to continue to play out of nowhere.


"As an aside, you really could use a makeover, clothes, nails, really everything. I would've said this earlier, but I was distracted with my own beauty, as it isn't easy being as alluring as I am. Oh, and of course you weren't chatty. ...Shall we re-roll for initiative?"


Back at the Dealers Tent


Ryker twirled his sharpie around as he returned it back into his jacket, and replaced it with his comb. Quickly he brushed through his hair, "Guess I don't have anything else to sign just yet." He noted as the comb went through his pompadour. Lacey glanced towards Ryker and smiled, "Well it isn't the concert just yet." Ryker chuckled as he brushed through his hair once more. "True, gonna be one Hell of a gig. Always are."


Meanwhile Dakota just stared at Steve, "Daaang son! Custom built shift, -" The boy was smiling with enthusiasm as he jumped on from subject to subject "Ooooh an' juiced up t'engine all nice like. Where'd y'fetch parts from? Five-eighty-one horse!? Whooowiiiie! OH! OH!" As he stood next to the cooler, he reached for a lengthy gnarled branch, just seemingly laying there, and picked it up. He turned around, holding onto the branch with his left hand. "Y'said last bit ya needed were Calipers yea?" Then he stared at the Mime for a bit, before coming to a horrible realization.


"Ain't a gypsy ain't it!?" The Elf quickly spoke up with a sense of urgency. "Commie? Gypsy Commie?!" Lacey glanced back at Etouffe, before glancing towards the Dealer. "She doesn't look like a Gypsy. Just, some sort of mime. Aaand yo, can you toss me a beer?"


Dakota stared at Etouffe suspiciously for a moment. Then his attention was focused back towards Lacey, "Ah shoot! Ya Missy, lemme toss ya one." He reached back into the cooler as he tossed the beer towards Lacey, who caught the beer. She cracked open the beverage and gave a small raise before drinking it.

 

[CSA]

Ryuji followed the Cyclops outside, where it was chilly. Despite wearing a short-sleeved polo shirt, cargo shorts, and sandals, Ryuji barely felt the cold air. His MANLY PASSION was just too damn hot, and his blood was boiling for battle.


Ryuji thrust his wooden sword into the ground as he approached. Bringing a weapon to a fistfight was about as lame as lame could get. He was much better with the sword, but this was going to be a fair match. Just a man and his fists versus another man and his fists; truly the most manly of fights. He stretched along with the Cyclops.


"So, we just gonna beat the shit outta each other or will we be using safety gear an' a set o' rules? I'm fine either way, but you may wanna think 'bout suiting up. I get into it, an' it's hard ta' hold back."

 

[MechaGhoul]

At the Receptionist Office


The Receptionist gave a quick glance towards Siegfried. "Whatcha say your name was? Siegfried somethin'?" On one of her ears she held the phone close near her ear. In the other, she kept an earbud from her music playing device. Cyrus was humming as he needed to make sure the culprit was brought to justice. The receptionist stared at the computer and just had her mouth agape for a moment. "Huh. No way." She reached for the mouse and began spamming clicks on it.


All the while, Cyrus hummed a tune as he stared at the bird with the wallet. "HI BIRDY." Rolling her eyes the receptionist performed a shooing motion at the bird. It fled, but the wallet remained. "Something's gotta be wrong with the files..." The receptionist noted with some disdain. "Also what did I tell you about bringing birds in Cyrus?"


Staring, the Swampman paused for a moment. "ONLY IF NECESSARY. THIS IS WHY HE WAS BROUGHT IN. THEFT. ...WHO DID YOU STEAL IT FROM." Cyrus growled out, rather perturbed about the situation.


The Receptionist stared at Cyrus for a moment, "Uh-huh." She nodded slowly as she glanced towards Cyrus, "Right, hn, got a bit of a problem to solve right now. Why don't you find whoever kid's wallet that was?" Cyrus gave an eager nod at the idea.


"IT WILL GO BACK TO WHO IT BELONGS TO!" The Swampman peered at Siegfried for a moment. "WHO WAS IT? YOU WILL APOLOGIZE TO WHOEVER IT WAS."


Outside - Site of the Future Manly Battle


Gorth, the Cyclops, chuckled a bit before shaking his head. "I'd normally say to go get safety gear. But right now, the Gym is still being occupied by the Football and Basketball Teams for sure. Well, Football taking the work out rooms, while Basketball is claiming the main gym. Think the Cheerleaders may be doing things there, but not sure. But I'm absolutely positive the Football and B-Ball players are busy there right now. Aaand, I'm not in the mood for the Gauntlet of Towel Snaps, or a lot of their barking at me. ...Not part of the main teams you see. My sport of choice is wrassling."


Stretching out his hands once more, Gorth smirked at Ryuji. "Besides, in this day and age, getting the Hell kicked out of you, shouldn't detract too much from training. Probably." Gorth cracked his knuckles and smirked at Ryuji, "So that said, first one to tap out loses the spar. We're gonna use the Honor Code in it. No eye shots, no below the belts, no gouging, no scratching or maiming. Etc. etc. Got it? I'll let you make the first blow."


And with that, he did a 'bring it on' gesture towards the hero.

 

[CSA]

Ryuji cracked his neck as he eyed the Cyclops carefully. Ryuji knew jack shit about actual wrestling, but was versed well enough with the stuff on TV to know what to expect. Folding chairs. Lots of folding chairs. This might actually be tough.


"I dunno, testin' our might against the bastards in the gym might be fun! But since we're here, I think I'd rather get to fightin'! Lissin up; name's

RYUJI KATSU

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an' I'm gonna be number one in this school! Yer about ta fight with a future legend, so ya better be ready!"


Ryuji pointed at the Cyclops and grinned confidently.


"Gorth, right? Let's go!"


And with that, Ryuji charged at his opponent with a level of speed that was surprising coming from the overweight teenager. He threw a punch at Gorth's stomach, hoping that getting in the first hit would turn the tide in his favor from the very beginning of the match.

 

[MechaGhoul]

Manly Fight Scene


Gorth just stared at Ryuji incredulously, knowing damn well what horrors would happen if the other more important teams were interrupted. He dreaded that thought. While the Jocks were brothers and sisters in arms, interrupting the great rituals and practices of training and planning for the game was a most horrid and sickening task. Patience was the way; and many of the Jocks knew that if an area was currently being used by the other teams, you should wait or suffer the towel snapping.


The Cyclops listened to the speech. This kid was arrogant, and had no idea what he was getting into. But he had a dream, and that is what mattered. Gorth began chuckling as he pounded his ham sized fist against his chest. The Cyclops nodded at Ryuji, as he went into his own speech.


"I am Gorth, Son of Balgrath -He Who Records the Dragon's Hoarded Tributes!" The Cyclops declared before realizing, Ryuji was charging at him. It appeared dialogue was not a free action, and he was punched square in the stomach. Gorth gritted his teeth as he glanced back at Ryuji.


Smirking he gave a simple grunt. And so Gorth lowered down and extended out his arms. He charged towards Ryuji as he attempted to grab a hold of Ryuji's outermost leg to get him into the position of a single-leg takedown.


To the Greenhouse


Harrington paused for a moment, as he stood in front of the Greenhouse with Dusty. "Did you hear that? ...Swore there was a whole lot of screaming earlier. Especially about nails."


And there was, after all, the section where that other battle with Sephiroth and Maya was occurring not too far from here. Harrington stared at Dusty for a moment. "Right, shall we go then? Or... perhaps where that other source of disturbance came from.


Outside at the Fountain


A student with two jet black horns sticking out of his head idly flipped a single coin. He needed someone to take down; after all the rest of the Bullies needed to collect the tribute he owed. He wanted something easy to get a hold of.


His eyes smoldered a bit with the flames of anger. The horrific creature smirked as he saw someone who he could clearly get a quick buck from. The creature approached Yumi as he began snarling, "Your money. NOW!"


In the Dealer's Realm


There were much holdings that the Dealer kept protected and well guarded. One of these was the 'Car Graveyard'. It existed just slightly off school property, and held some of the more important things.


It was called the Car Graveyard for the fact that, Dakota had several scattered car-parts and broken down vehicles in that area. It was nothing compared to the cars that were kept in the Shop Class garages, but they were still there. Those who were close to the Dealer questioned why he had this mountain of parts. However he would sooth their calm by noting how they were common requests by quite a few students. Any and all things mechanical were kept among it.


An employee of the Dealer, a young boy with scruff on his face held in between his teeth, the day's last cigarette. Though the night was yet to begun, he blew through this pack as he was an avid smoker. Needless to say, he was reluctantly to light it up. However, he needed his fix. And he craved his fix.


The boy flicked the lighter as it sparked up with a bit of flames. He realized that, he had a package he still had to deliver to the Dealer. Knowing damn well he couldn't leave it, he started walking as he was preparing to light his cigarette.


This decision, would not be a wise one. As he tripped over a elongated l-pipe that was sticking in the middle of the smoother terrain of sheet-metal. The boy tripped as his lighter was sent flying. Watching in horror, the boy saw where the lit cigarette lighter was going, a nearby fuel-barrel.


Needless to say, the results were not going to be pretty. The earth itself was quaking from the impact, as a massive fire ball shot up from the 'Car Graveyard'. Large and small chunks of searing hot metal were flying about, as the flames were continuing to shoot upwards with a horrific quickness. The air just above the graveyard was becoming filled with dust, as a black cloud was beginning to engulf the area just above it. What was once the boy was now charred bone and smoldering flesh that was dripping off the bone. No miracle was going to save the poor messenger this day.


The sounds crackled through the air, making itself well known that carnage was going to commence. Things were only going to get worse from here.

 

[ComradeSenpai]

Yumi turned around, greeting the horny boy with a smile.


"Oh, hello." she greeted in her soft voice. The boy seemed rather agitated; Yumi was sure he must have really needed the money.


"I'm sorry, but I don't have any money to spare. I've always been on a tight budget, you see, so I can't give it away just like that." she explained, tilting her head.


"Oh! Maybe I can help some other way, though. Are you asking because you work for a charity? Maybe I can do volunteer work?" she offered, taking his hand.

 

[DrBones]

Dusty Armstrong snapped out of that suspicious stupor. What the hell was I just doing? I... I must have been walking with Harrington. Yeah, walking with him to the... to the greenhouse! Yes, I'm certain those Nerds have been quietly gathering evidence and not getting into trouble at my request. Dusty nodded at Harrington confidently. "I'm sure it was just some Entertainer who chipped a nail in the middle of a LARP or something. We really should get going. With any luck, we might get to this Dealer before the Nerds report back--"


The sights and sounds coming from the colossal explosion near The Dealer's tent could almost certainly be seen from across the school's grounds. For a moment, Dusty was struck speechless by the sheer shock of seeing an explosion on the campus. Was it a terrorist attack? No, couldn't be... this school isn't a high-profile target. A school shooter? They don't usually start their sprees with explosives. A janitor getting clumsy? This is way out in the forest! There's only one explanation...





"Harrington. We are going to investigate that explosion. Whatever caused it, I'm damn well certain it's someone who knows something about this Dealer. Anyone who can get that much explosive stuff has to have some serious connections!"


The Nerds and their little spy game can wait! This is important! Dusty snatched Harrington by the shoulder, and charged off the path, towards the direction of the explosion he had just seen.

 

[Supercomicbookgirl]

Aiona was silent she didn't quite know how to react to that.


This girl could see right trough her, and she has also some very hard experiences in her past.


this is someone I can trust, I know it


As she was about to say something, horned boy seemed to approach Yumi.


He clearly wasn't someone friendly, this is a bully.


She saw Yumi clearly didn't understand the situation, when she offered him something else.


Aiona decided to step in, she took a step forward, and pushed him back.


'dude, stay away from her'

 

[Boomrocker]

"No serious, who th'hell is this cl-"


Steve's subtle and eloquent query for information was promptly interrupted by an explosion. Of course, being in such close proximity to an explosion was not exactly good for one's health. The contents of the Dealer's Tent were thrown from their feet and into various bits and bobs lying around. Steve, for example, was hurled into a display case of PBR cans over the years. There was a horrendous crash as the case shattered and glass went everywhere.


"AW SHEEIT!" was his cry of pain. He couldn't see where Ryker, Lacey or his new best friend had gone, which he attributed to the stars in his eyes and ringing in his ears. He somehow dragged himself back to a standing position, using his toolbox as an impromptu (if very short) cane.


"Sheeit son I'mma need them calipers 'cause I think we got probs, yo!" he bellowed to the shellshocked dealer.

 

[Blumenkranz]

Maya slowly got up from the ground, using her trusty sledgehammer as a supporting point.


"I care not for beauty nor style, but for money" - replied the nerd, still shaking the dust out of her skirt - "But I am fairly certain you already knew that".


The girl swiftly stuffed the loose cable inside her pantyhose on the sly. She knew very well normal students didn't have cables coming from their bodies, and Maya still intended to be seen as a normal girl. Or at least for now. "I will gladly roll for another turn, Seph...".


A nearby explosion interrupted her sentence. Nearby in the sense that it could be heard and a small part of the shockwave felt, but not enough to suppose an immediate danger. Still, Maya knew very well explosions meant trouble.


"What the fuck was that?".