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

[CSA]

Ryuji, happy that he had landed the first blow but apologetic that he hadn't sat through the other guy's speech (because men listened to each other's speeches), was surprised that Gorth went for his legs. He'd never encountered somebody disciplined before.


Still, Ryuji knew three things that might help him: the first was that this guy was a good half foot shorter than he was. The second? That Gorth had willingly lowered himself in front of Ryuji and went for his legs. The third, of course, was that Ryuji Katsu had the weight of a champion and knew how to use it like a man.


Ryuji let the Cyclops lunge at his legs, but also attempted to fall on top of the guy with his elbow out like a ton of bricks. As he did so, the earth began to tremble and a fireball followed by black smoke could be seen in the distance. Generally this would be normal for Ryuji; things tended to explode and form an awesome flaming backdrop when he did his moves. However, this one happened in the distance and seemed like it could actually be harmful.





Perhaps he should investigate? But he'd hate to cut his first fight here short. Decisions decisions.

 

[MechaGhoul]

Outside at the Fountain


The horned kid glanced back as he saw the massive fire-ball and the cloud of smoke rise. As such in this distracted state he was pushed back. His thoughts were no longer on bullying two little worms and getting a quick buck. No, his thoughts were on just what kind of Hell was going to await him. Staring back towards the school he pondered on what horrifying carnage was waiting inside. Then his attention was brought back to the outside world.


There was smoke rising in the sky. This, was not good for the bully. He tried desperately to keep a calm face; but it was to no avail, as he showed his fear of the situation. He narrowed his eyes at the girls as he began laughing nervously. Quickly the Bully fled from the fountain and away from the school grounds.


Yes the fact that there was a giant fire-ball that rose in the air was not a good sign. All the while, the sounds of mayhem began growing as various shrieks and cries were being yelled out.


Obtaining safety, would be a good priority at the moment. As for the bully and his fate, in the distance, in the direction the Bully was running off was a group of four other individuals. They all appeared to be surrounding the individual, who was now not visible. In that same direction, whimpering was being heard as the four others were actively moving in swinging and kicking motions.


Outside Near the School


Gorth was disturbed by the sound of the explosion. "What the fu-" He emitted out glancing towards the scene, just before Ryuji slammed down his elbow ontop of him. The man's mighty weight was indeed quite a boon, as Gorth went down.


As Gorth slammed onto the concrete, he gave out a quick yelp of agony. The cyclops was trying to squirm his way out of the man's weight. But to no avail, as he found himself still stuck, with Ryuji on-top of him. The creature quickly tapped on Ryuji, "C-come on! Let me out. S-s-something big is happening! I give, I give!"


This was a low point in Gorth's life. Truly he needed to gain more muscles, and stick to his regiment. Perhaps he lost due to the fact he was too worn out from other exercises earlier in the weak. Perhaps he was under-estimating the new kid. Or perhaps it was because he was a foot smaller than him. Or quite even, Gorth was a lousy Jock.


What mattered is he gave the appropriate signal for surrendering, and hoped the boy would release him. Before more truly awful events occurred.


In the Receptionist Office


"Oh shi-" The Receptionist quickly mumbled out as she heard the sound of the explosion, rumbling. She quickly reached over to activate the public address system. However, she heard a loud static being produced from it. She frantically looked at Cyrus, "YOU KNOW THE PROTOCOL!" She shouted out as she quickly rubbed her hands together and clapped them.


In a flash of blue light she was gone. Cyrus no longer focused his attention on the cheetah man that was there, and he rushed out of the Receptionist's Office. As he opened the door, he encountered a cackling golem with glowing ruby eyes. Cyrus gurgled out something as he viciously charged in with a headbutt. The impact staggered the golem.


However it quickly recovered as it swung his fist in for a quick jab against the Swampman. One of the many conflicts this day would bring, was now occurring.


Dealer's Realm - Chaos Begins


Recently scattered upon the ground were fragments from a plethora of parts. The Dealer's tent was assaulted with shrapnel, and of course the impact of the explosion took a grandiose toll on the environment, and of course the inhabitants.


Lacey was knocked flat on her ass, and was covered in a series of cuts that slashed through her shirt caused by the shrapnel While in this state of incapacitation she groaned out in agony. Slowly she lifted her head and shook it. "G-guys!?" She shouted out as she struggling a bit to lift herself back up into sitting position.


As for Ryker he was currently in a crouched position, bracing himself against the very edge of the building as he slowly tried to stand back up. His pompadour was frazzled, as miscellaneous hairs were shot in all directions. Breathing heavily, and clamping his right hand against his ear he moved further back into the building.


Ryker's eyes glimmered with an actual sense of nervousness as he observed the scene. He glanced towards Steve, as he heard him shout out for the break calipers. Right, so Steve was in a state of competence. But Lacey on the other hand seemed in a perilous situation. As such he approached her and assisted her in standing back upright.


As that was going on, Dakota stared in abject horror at the scene that befell him, as he was braced against his gnarled iron staff, and slowly moving upwards. His entire empire, was now up in flames. He was in the red. It would take weeks, months, even years to restore all the things he lost. But more importantly, the stability was gone. It just took a single event, and the stability was ruined and cast away. The inferno which caused the sky to blacken, it disturbed the fragile nature of his economy. He, wouldn't be able to repair this.


Though, he had his cure. That sweet nectar, that delicious fire-water. Booze, it was the one thing that kept things all together. No matter calamity befell him, as long as Dakota still possessed the elixir, all would be well. But alas, the cooler was destroyed, and small traces of beer were flowing down through various crevices scattered below. And the monument devoted to his favorite beer, the cure, was shattered apart. Dakota walked towards the fragments of glass, while shaking with nervous tremors. His eyes darted down as he observed the wreckage. Cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon were crushed underneath a byzantine pattern of accidentally scattered glass.


His voice quivering, Dakota spoke in a gentle voice laced with distress, "I-I-I'm sorry Pee-Paw. I didn't mean ta ruin ta Cure. P-please not the Box! Anythun but ta box!" He flinched in a practiced gesture, as he moved his right shoulder out in a vain attempt to protect himself. Clearly, he was shellshocked and his mind was wandering on some event long passed. "G-granpappy? Pee-Paw? Ruskie? Tojo? H-h-hello? A-a-anyone!? ...A-alone, n-n-no cure. I n-need it. C-cure, p-please, just a little bit. Make it go away! Please just let it be done! SWEET LIBERTY, FREE ME FROM MY SUFFERING! P-p-please... I-I c-can't do it alone. I n-need the cure..." Dakota's cheeks were being stained with tears as he began bawling out.


Ryker stared at the scene with a sense of what was about to happen, and he knew it was not going to be pretty.


When fully up she gave a quick nod to Ryker, "Th-" her speech was interrupted by a violent cough. "-anks." Ryker placed her hands on Lacey's shoulders and stared her in the eyes. "Lacey. Get Sephiroth, and if possible other punks to reinforce our way getting out of this hellhole. Get to safety and secure yourself! Find a safe spot, Steve for sure will follow you. I'll make sure of it. War is upon us." Ryker glanced to the side as he stared at Dakota. "...And I know a threat looming when I see it. I can risk the danger that is going to come, but I can't let my people suffer it!" Ryker reached into his jacket as he handed Lacey a cellphone. "It'll track my personal phone. If possible, and if it won't risk your safety, after you finish what I ask of you, get me. Go!" Ryker declared as he gave Lacey a quick hug before pushing her out towards the exit.


When she recieved the hug, her face was alight with a luminescent pink glow. Truly she would treasure that moment, but she had a task to do. Lacey glanced back as tears were welling up in her eyes. Knowing she needed to act immediately, she nodded as she fled out of the tent, and ran past various goons of Dakota who were frantic and panicking in fear. Some were trying to save their own skins at this point, and were fleeing in all directions. Others were trying to salvage as many things as possible, while fleeing off. Whether it was for looting or to actually protect the supplies of the boss, it wasn't sure.


Dakota turned around as he stared at Ryker. His face, originally marred with pure melancholy was warping into an expression full of anger. "You!" He pointed his cane at him accusingly. "Jus' one thang I asked of ya! Ta not disturb the fragile economics!" Before Ryker could get a word in edgewise, Dakota began laughing hysterically. His left eye was twitching as his right eye was fully opened. "This country were founded 'pon the blessin' o'Warfare, and free trade! Patriots built this country with the sweat and tears o' secretive tradin'! The Economy were fueled by War! And War fueled it! It was a perfect match made in Heaven. But ya ain't seem t'care 'bout non o'dat. Do ya cityboy!?" He narrowed his eyes as he took a few steps, waddling due to a limp.


Dakota shook his head as he began laughing again. "Funneh ain't it? Seein' how fragile thins truly are. How easily yer hopes and dreams can be taken away. Dus' in tha wind." He stared upwards, through a now ever present gaping hole in the tent. He stared at the smoke with a sense of wistful nostalgia. Dakota turned towards Steven Diggs as he gave an oddly cheerful grin, that was clearly not reminiscent of his actual feelings on the matter.


Quickly glancing at the ground, he reached out and grabbed the break calipers that were knocked out of their lodgings by the impact. Reaching down, with a grim mace on his face, he plucked them up, and tossed them towards him. "I ain't a bad businessman. I keep t'agreements. Was on order, and you were here for pick-up. ...On the house." He said as he gave a malevolent grin, "...I've got- arrangements to make." And with that, Dakota slowly walked out of the tent through the back entrance, which was revealed behind the devastation that befell the tent.


Outside, he glanced towards a single human goon and spoke softly, "Order 66. ...Be urgent." The goon nodded as he tapped a ring that was upon his index finger and flashed away in a puff of white light. Dakota whistled a tune as he headed towards the ruined pick-up truck that was in the area. Quickly he opened the hatch of it and climbed up, to work with something.


Ryker stared at Steve and spoke quickly, "Right, you got the parts. Lacey should probably be dealing with Sephiroth now. Hopefully. Hopefully he wasn't caught by a ton of others earlier. As we need to get him and get to your ca-" That is when the sound of an engine was rumbling, alongside a loud buzzing sound. Ryker's eyes lit up with a sense of fear. "Steve, get to the car and save them. Whatever this is, I don't want you facing it."


The source of the mysterious sound was now fully visible, as the vehicle crashed through the upper ceiling of the tent, shredding it into ribbons.


Dakota was on-top of a custom made Indian Motorcycle that was bright orange. Upon its side were two active chainsaws extended outwards, vibrating as its sharp edges were ready to chop apart the things that stood in its way. The motorcycle also had a large bright red cow-catcher on its front, that had a series of small serrated points that jutted outwards. Dakota kept both of his hands on the handle-bars, but quickly used his right hands to activate a small square device upon the machine.


Suddenly a quick tune began blasting out, as Dakota began laughing hysterically. "I'MMA CHOP YA BOYS 'TIL YA DROP! YA AIN'T READY FER THA ORANGE BLOSSOM SPECIAL! YEEEEEEEEEE-HHAAAAAAAW!"


[boss Activated: Psychopathic Dealer Dakota and his Orange Blossom Special]


Ryker immediately turned his glanced towards Steve, "RUN! I'll try to make a distraction for ya mate!" Ryker casually pulled out his comb as he glared at Dakota. "BRING IT PUSSY!" Dakota glared at Ryker as he howled out, "YER GONNA REGRET THAT BOY!" And as such Dakota charged the vehicle towards Ryker, who was running away from Steve. He lunged towards the right as the chainsaws whizzed through his jacket.


Hopefully he wouldn't get cut into pieces too soon. But for now, Ryker was going to prove to be a somewhat useful obstacle.


Just Outside the Dealer's Realm


Sephiroth let out a smug chuckle, as he pointed his left index claw at Maya. "Oh love, I already knew you were a walking war-crime against fashion." He gave a smirk towards the woman as she was speaking about re-rolling.


And then the explosion happened. And Sephiroth's battle theme was shut down, as well. His eyes glimmered in fear as he glanced back at the rising smoke-stack. "OH SHIT! OH SHIT! THEY ARE IN DANGER! I GOTTA, I GOTTA SAVE THEM!" He was preparing to run towards the site, to liberate his allies. But that is when he saw Lacey quickly running towards him, and frantically waving.


"SEPHIROTH! WE NEED TO GO, AND GATHER REINFORCEMENTS! QUICKLY!" She shouted out. Sephiroth cupped his hands around his mouth as he shouted back, "What about Ryker and Steve!?" Lacey quickly got towards Sephiroth. She bent over forwards as she was huffing out, and trying to catch her breath.


Lacey peered at him, "They'll come. Ryker said we need to go, and that Steve should be following. We need to get somewhere safe, and get reinforcements!" She peered back at Maya, "You! Punk right?" Lacey shook her head, "Doesn't matter now. Are you willing to help out!?"


And so Harrington and Dusty approached the scene. Harrington glanced around, as Sephiroth frowned staring at the newly arrived Preppies. "...Normally I'd take the time to mock you Non-Conformists. But, Lacey has a good point. We need reinforcements, and quickly. It isn't safe here, we need to move!"


Harrington rolled his eyes as he casually pointed towards the still rising smoke-cloud. "Yes, yes we saw." He glanced at Dusty, "...Do you wish to pursue further in?"

 

[Boomrocker]

Well shit.


What was originally the best day ever was quickly turning into one of the worst. Steve picked himself up off the ground, bits of glass sticking out of his jumpsuit. Thank goodness he'd padded it, or he'd have actual injuries to worry about!


In his dazed state, the heavy box of calipers landed in his arms. His ears were still ringing from the explosions. It took legitimate effort to hear what Ryker was saying, and he nodded in a daze.


That daze was quickly knocked out of him when the sexiest piece of two wheeled American engineering fell out of the sky with an insane patriot mounted on top. And it had been MANGLED! Steve was slack-jawed in shock. Who the hell would ruin an Indian with chainsaws and a cow-catcher?! All the sleek lines, gone! Ryker was speaking again. Orders. He set aside his shock and forced himself to listen.


He was to run, but he had something to do first.


Steve's toolbox was flung open. The man rummaged around and grabbed a particularly heavy, red-handled object. Perfect. In one smooth move, he hurled the pipe wrench towards his illustrious leader. "Ryker, take it!" he bellowed, expecting him to catch it. He should. The pair of them had rehearsed this routine until it was second nature. And a chainsaw would have serious problems trying to cleave through the two foot long hunk of metal.


He didn't like leaving Ryker behind. But his boss had given him a task and it would be done.


With toolbox in one hand and calipers in the other, he ran.


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Thank Uncle Sam himself that Steve had been wise enough to keep up on the exercise!


He literally skidded into the former arena of Sephiroth and the tacky nerd. Lacey was already here. And so were some preppies. On any other day, they would be getting a wrench to the face. But not today. All hell was about break loose and he couldn't afford to deal with a pair of goddamn establishment humping silver spoon gobbling moneysexuals right now.


Ryker was always the smooth and charismatic one, but sometimes people needed to be beaten into line. That's why you make your second in command the tanky-as-hell mechanic with the giant pipe wrench who turns out to be a lot smarter than he looks. It was at this moment that Steve demonstrated his qualifications.


"DEALER'S GONE WHACKO! Y'CAN HAVE A MOMENT T'JACK Y'SELVES OFF LATER! GARAGE! NOW!" he roared. He didn't give them time to respond, immediately turning and breaking into a run. "Y'all want Ryker alive then y'come with me!"


He was still running, hoping that they were keeping up with him, when he said the most important thing he believed he would say all day.


"An' I need at least one o' you alive t'help me bleed the brakes, y'dig?!"

 

[CSA]

Ryuji quickly got up when Gorth tapped out and offered his hand to the Cyclops to help him to his feet. Ryuji grinned for a second before looking seriously in the direction of the explosion.


"You've got a Helluva lotta guts, tappin' out so easily," Ryuji stated, loudly but perhaps more seriously than usual, "I respect that; realizin' where the real fight is and throwin' away yer pride to help the people who need it. Let's call this one a draw for now and see what's happenin' over that way! Some of the others might need our help!"


As the cold Sun hovered over Ryuji, his spiky red shades gleamed with its light. His right hand extended to the Cyclops and his left hand clenched, he regarded the billowing black smoke. It looked bad, but Ryuji could only hope it meant a grand fight awaited him.

 

[ComradeSenpai]

Yumi let out an audible gasp as the plume of smoke billowed over the skyline.


"A fire like that, at this hour? It can only mean one thing- someone misued a propane tank!" she cried, her knees pulling together in fear. Yumi breathed deeply, attempting to control her panic. She knew that this was a delicate situation, but it was her duty as a model student to make sure she did something about it.


With little dexterity, the kitsune pulled out a small pink cellular phone, wth tiny dangling charms hanging off. Flipping it open, Yumi quickly dialed in 911, and awaited an answer.

 

[DrBones]

Dusty glared at Sephiroth. Did this faux rebel think he could join Harrington and Dusty? It wasn't surprising to see this amount of ludicrous stupidity from a Punk, but the fact that he came to this conclusion immediately was particularly hilarious. Still, Dusty didn't quite want to start a fight just as things were heating up, and so decided to let Sephiroth off lightly.


"Sorry, dude. I've got other people I need to find. A girl with brown hair and glasses, and a girl with white facepaint and black-striped clothes. Maybe you've seen them?"


Dusty took a look at the group surrounding Sephiroth. Filthy creatures, all, though one of them did look familiar... It was probably nothing. Dusty really needed to find Maya, Letouffe, and Yumi before they ran off and put all this effort to waste.


Dusty leaned in and whispered to Harrington. In the case of a major emergency, all Preppies knew exactly what to do: Get to the Mansion, lock everything down, and crush anyone trying to break in.


"Harrington, we need to get home. I think this Dealer can wait a while, or else these Punks will solve everything for us! We'll double back to the fountain, pick up the Nerds, and be back home safe within the hour. The sooner we get moving, the better. Unless you have any ideas, we'd best get going."

 

[Blumenkranz]

"I-it's me, sir", said the nerd with a hint of embarrassment in her voice, trying to adjust her glasses. For whatever reason, Dusty had completely overlooked her. Perhaps he got blinded by the explosion, or perhaps he just didn't have a long attention span.


"Sir, the situation is critical", she continued, now with a slightly more calmed tone in her voice. "You have already heard the Punks. It would be advisable to get the fuck out of here before things get nastier".


Maya adjusted her glasses once more, this time purely out of habit since they were already straight enough. "You have already heard the explosion. Whoever has planed this, they are going all out".

 

[DrBones]

Dusty was quite surprised to see Maya in such a state. Her clothes were ruffled, and she held herself like a woman who had just been fighting someone. Clearly, either Maya had gotten caught and brutalized by the Dealer's cronies, or she tripped and fell down a hill while observing the Dealer's cronies. Either way, she was clearly going to be a liability in further stealth and combat encounters.


"So you are here! I hope you've been doing what I told you to do very well, then? Well, the job's cancelled. We'll talk about what I owe you when we get to safety. For now, I want you to follow me to a safe area. We'll need to find that Mime and Dog Girl, too. Any idea where they went?"

 

[Blumenkranz]

Maya stared at Dusty. It was clear Combat Sense was not the preppy's class skill. "Sir, if I may make a suggestion, 'out of here' sounds like the safest place to be right now", commented the nerd. "For your safety, I would recommend finding a way to escape this hellhole before more explosions set off. Because they WILL".


"As for Yumi... didn't we leave her with that other preppy? At the font, just some minutes ago. I bet we could still find her there."


Maya leaned back and frowned. "The Punks' plan is to raid the garage. We will find vehicles there, which will prove useful to run away to safety. I am coming with them, and you should too if you want to live".

 

[DrBones]

Dusty rolled his eyes at Maya. Did she seriously think that, when looking for a way to escape the school, the garage would be the safest way? Did she seriously turn down an offer from a Preppy, who everyone knew held a well-stocked, easily-defensible mansion just off the campus? This stupid bitch doesn't know what she's missing, working with these damn Punks!


"Yeah, good plan. Too bad everyone else will be following it. You think the Punks're the only gearheads in the school? You'll be wading through bodies by the time you'd find even one car! You're throwing your life away, but I sure as hell ain't gonna stop you!"


Dusty scoffed loudly, and flounced. All Preppies learn to flounce like a champion, and Dusty was no different. As he stormed off in the direction of the fountain, he irritably beckoned to Harrington, bidding him to follow.


Well, that's one down. I just have to find the Dog Girl and the Mime. "C'mon, Harrison. That's 2,000Z I ain't spending today. We're going to look for the other Nerds, and we'll get the fuck out of here."

 

[MechaGhoul]

[Quest: Schoolyard Rumble]


Location: Just outside of the school campus building


*Objective: Find a grand fight on school grounds, alongside figuring out what has happened to that explosion.*


Quickly accepting the help of the kid he sparred with, Gorth managed to rise up rather quickly. He tried to hold back a scowl when Ryuji loudly declared how quickly he surrendered. The kid was boisterous, and he just announced to the world that he surrendered the battle in such an easy manner. After all, he was a Jock. He shouldn't have surrendered so easily.


Even though there was a paramount reason to surrender, what with detonation that had recently occurred upon the vicinity of the school, he knew that he had most likely disgraced and besmirched his honor this day. However, despite this, Ryuji seemed to show some pity for his tragic err and felt that the match should be called a draw.


A bit of a smile crept up on Gorth's face as he gave a single nod. "Right. Yeah, we should see what the Hell is goi-" Before he could even finish his dialogue, the Cyclops was halted by a loud snarling. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORTH! THE COOOOOOOOODE! YOU HAVE VIOLATED IT!"


Approaching the pair of brawlers was a newcomer. Gorth quivered a bit as he saw who approached him and Ryuji. The figure was a Oni that stood just slightly over six feet, who was covered in a series of scars that marred his crimson flesh. This was noticeable for the sole fact that he was only in a pair of tiger stripe boxing shorts and black boxing shoes. His yellow eyes glowed with a great intense anger that was seething. Hell it even appeared that around him that a bright yellow aura was surrounding him.


He punched his camouflage green boxing gloves together as he let out a loud grunt. Gorth turned to Ryuji as his mouth was left agape. The Oni pointed his right hand towards Gorth as he crouched down and left his right leg forward and aimed his left hand to point at Gorth.


"THAT WASN'T A REAL FIGHT!" The Oni decried. "You! Gorth! You aren't going anywhere until you have a REAL MATCH!" Then his attention was drawn towards Ryuji. Smiling contemptuously the Oni chuckled, "As for you, I heard you gabbin' about the 'real fight'." The Oni slammed his right boxing glove towards his chest and pounded it three times.


"YOU JUST MET HIM!" Howled out the Oni with an intense and well practiced manner fitting a braggart. "And Katsu don't wait for no bell before he gets to poundin' on punching-bags! CAUSE IT'S JUST EXERCISE!"


[boss Battle Initiated: Oni Boxer Katsu]


And with a startling amount of speed Katsu approached Ryuji and swung in for a left jab at Ryuji's belly. It seemed that Ryuji would need to find someway around Katsu or find some method to stop this rampaging Oni before he could fully explore what was happening with that massive explosion from earlier.


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[Quest: Who Ya Gonna Call?]


Location: Out by the Broken Fountain


*Objective: Fulfill your Civic Duty and report the situation to the authorities.*


Most fortunately for Yumi, she was able to secure a connection to 9-1-1. The phone rang twice, before it finally went through. On the other end of the line she heard a surprisingly baritone voice. "911, where is the location and the nature of your emergency?" Spoke the man, following the standard operating procedures for answering such calls.


In the distance there was some loud screaming, from all sorts of directions. It really sounded like a lot of people were getting hurt. Which, really made sense, considering how an explosion had occurred earlier. This sort of thing generally led to panicking and rioting.


On the phone line, the operator spoke again. "Are you in a safe and secure location?" they inquired, hearing a bit of the chaotic turmoil that was occurring upon the school grounds.


Rushing past Yumi, as she was making this request was a single nerd. In fact, this nerd looked strikingly familiar. It was the Snakeman from earlier, holding onto, a perhaps recently gained, pink panties, that had red stitching. "Sssssoooo worth i-" He was slightly outrunning a cheerleader, who was currently in the school's cheerleader uniform, who just performed a flying kick and slammed her foot upon the snakeman's back, knocking him down onto the ground. She appeared to be in a slightly modified uniform. Instead of the more common full uniform, the cheerleader in this one was bearing her mid-rift. And from the distance, the girl looked oddly pale.


"YOU PERVERT!" The cheerleader proceeded to grab the Snakeman by the neck and choke him. Clearly, the Snakeman at least, fulfilled his quest that he spoke of earlier. How he managed to do it, would probably remain a mystery. Especially if he was killed right here and now by the cheerleader who pursued him. Because usually, dead men don't tell tales.


And upon this odd scene, well it wasn't really odd considering the school they were at, and the fact that everything wasn't peaches and dandelions - but nonetheless was still an odd scene, and arriving on this odd scene would be the Preppies Dusty and Harrington.


Harrington, who had said not much earlier and followed along, tapped on Dusty's shoulder with his clawed finger. He spoke, in his trademark, but not actually trademarked, hushed voice. "Right, I am not sure about you, but I'd rather just get home. While we did make a deal with the Ferret Girl, we should be concerned with our safety. And shouldn't focus upon the rest. Let the ruffians duke it out among themselves like the savage dogs we are. I shall make sure, once we are back safely, my servants prepare a fine elixir for us to drink as we are secure with our allies."


And while that dialogue was said, the cheerleader continued throttling the Snakeman. Every so often, she would slam his scaled head against the ground below. It really wasn't a methodical manner so much as it was a sporadic manner of attack. As for the Snakeman, he tried thrashing about. However, it was too no avail. Especially since he seemed so damn desperate to keep a hold of his prize, that he didn't even bother to use his arms in the makeshift thrashing escape.


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[Quest: Chop Shop]


Location: School Garage


*Objective: Investigate the Garage*


Well, it was a good thing Maya knew what the plan was. Because Sephiroth and Lacey took off rather quickly when Steven Diggs gave out the plan.


And so with Ryker providing a distraction from the Dealer, Steve led the crew towards the massive garage, without having much trouble from that crazed lunatic. Though he could swear he heard the sound of something buzzing as he led them out. As for the Garage, it was currently being swarmed by a good amount students, who were clobbering at each other. Though fortunately, it appeared that they were distracted with each other, so perhaps it wouldn't be too much trouble getting in.


But, that seemed to not be the case, as the sound of a bullet was heard striking down. This particular bullet seemed to strike a rampaging student square in the head, knocking him down completely. Glancing upwards, it appeared there was a batch of four students on the roof.


"Boom! No scope!" Declared a lad who was wearing black shaded bottle-cap glasses. He was dressed in an over-sized camo-jacket. He snorted as he wiped some snot from his face, with the sleeve of his jacket as he kept a good watch over his rifle. "That was like, two hundred points. They move too much."


Another student who was rather overweight, with shaggy hair, wispy mustache gave out a chuckle. "Ah, newbies. There are far too many, trying to take our domain. Besides, area of effect attacks are far superior. Especially since they are bunched together." The student tromped towards a large cardboard box as he took out a beaker full of a green concoction. "Course won't be as fun tossing it down on them now."


Upon hearing that statement, the third in the crew gave a nod. He was dressed in a graphic t-shirt that depicted the superman symbol. Holding onto a candy bar, he took a nibble out of it before he went over to get a loud-speaker. "Should I give the mock again?"


And finally, keeping watch was a ginger girl who was dressed rather conservatively, wearing a full set of tacky snow-weather attire. Her upper cheeks were darted with a myriad of freckles. She moved down her binoculars, to adjust her white polka-dotted scarf. "Hey! I see some high point targets! ...That's some of Ryker's Crew!"


The lad who was wearing bottle-cap glasses gave an eager grin. "AH YEAH! I'MMA DO A FOUR EIGHTY AS I NO-SCOPE THEM!" Laughing a bit, the fat of the man's belly jiggled as he spoke over the megaphone.


"THE GARAGE HAS BEEN TAKEN BY THE ELITE SNIPER SQUAD! YOU SCRUBS WON'T DARE BE ABLE TO GET IT! NO MATTER HOW COOL YOU THINK YOU ARE!" And with that declaration came a quick series of bullets, one fired near the feet of Steve, Sephiroth and Lacey, as they were the highest value point targets after all. Well before a few more bullets fired towards the other rampaging school students.


[boss Battle Initiated: Elite Nerd Sniper Squad]

 

[Bob Brawler]

Siegfried was just put back down on the ground what a relief, finally he felt his feet back on solid substance he was back in control, just as he was starching the commotion began, First an explosion then he hears the receptions shout at Cyrus and a flash came from her as she disappear, He quickly turned his head to look at Cyrus seeing him running out the door, he followed him out side just in time seeing him brawl with another Big fellah, thinking to him self "this place is damn insane, I LOVE IT! But got nothing to do here right now, don't even have popcorn to watch the two Ugly's fight." so he bailed looking for excitement some where else.


Wandering about, he walks out to the school yard when he hears gunshots so he Follows the sound, he hears a few more shots as he starts running with a smile on his face, he arrives at the garage to what looks like a bloody battlefield, Baffled he had no idea where to start who to hit first, then someone shouting from above Capturing his attention, he looks up to see a bunch of freaks with rifles shooting at another bunch.

 

[Boomrocker]

"COVER!" Steven Diggs bellowed, turning on his heel and diving behind the brick wall bordering the garage from the rest of the school. Shit. Goddamn nerds and their sniper rifles had cut him and his party off from the garage, where his arsenal was maintained. Say what you would about their odor, but sitting on their ass playing video games all day gave them crazy-good hand-eye coordination. He'd have to out-think them.


Once again, Steve's lofty ego reared it's ugly head. He didn't trust the rest of his impromptu party to think their way out of a wet paper bag, especially not under pressure. Whatever the hell Lacey or Sephiroth or that frumpy nerd wanted to say would have to wait. They had a problem. "Shut it! Thinkin'!" he declared with no regard to what any of them were saying, or even if they were speaking. His eyes were jammed closed and his face was twisted into a scowl.


Steve's mind went into overdrive as the Fixer power went to work. What was the problem? A squad of four snipers had them pinned down. Main complication? There was a mess of brawling students between him and the garage, so he couldn't rush it. Desired result? Get rid of the snipers, deal with the brawl later. What was the solution? What would he need? Answers came unbidden to him, schematics, manuals, diagrams, solutions, post-it notes. They rearranged themselves in his head, being filed and sorted and set up to give him a clear picture of exactly what he needed to get out of this situation.


And he liked the end result.


"Sephiroth!" Steve called out. "I'mma need Ryker's spare tin'a hairspray! Lacey! I'mma need yo' lighter!" It was the beloved ingredient list, the one that came out whenever Steve had a cunning plan. The punks had heard such declarations often during their time at the school, and this was no difference. He set the toolbox on the ground and removed from it a big roll of gaff tape. "I need a tube'a PVC or metal or whatnot! An' bit o'cloth an' somethin' really fuckin' flammable or explosive, y'dig?!" he roared at his party. If this worked, this was going to be a hell of a thing. "We goin' git ourselves a light show!"

 

[DrBones]

Dusty nodded. Perhaps Harrington was right. Perhaps looking out for one's self was best. Perhaps getting Yumi would only result in pain. Perhaps Yumi was dead weight and would most likely actively hinder any attempts at reaching safety. All of these things were undoubtedly true. Still...


"Harrington, the best way to build up a power base is to use other people. The Dog Girl will serve some use in the future. Consider her a... temporary servant."


Dusty called out to Yumi. Clearly, a girl who knew there was money on the line would ignore even a fellow Nerd in distress.


"Hey, uh... Dog Girl! It's me, Dusty!"


Dusty rushed over to Yumi, blatantly ignoring the cheerleader and her target's issues. He placed a firm grip on Yumi's shoulder, and spoke disconcertingly forcefully.


"Long time no see, you. You've had your fun with the autistic girl, now you're coming with us. Something came up, so we're headed back to the Mansion. I--oh good lord, I'm gonna regret this-- need you to help me find the mime that was with us, so we all can go to the mansion... together. You've seen her, haven't you?"

 

[Supercomicbookgirl]

Aiona watched as a large cloud of smoke appeared in the air.


Chaos all around everyone knew what to do at a desperate moment like this, go to the mansion.


Her expression immediately changed when Dusty walked towards them.


She truly didn't like him, not even a little bit, even his presence already made her furious.


autistic!, I'm not autistic! what does he know!


This is something she just couldn't handle, she clenched her fists.


The snake nerd and the cheerleader were in her way, so she picked up the cheerleader off the nerd and threw her somewhere into the distance.


'Now get out of my way!'


She pushed her way trough the thick crowd of chaos.


It took her awhile to get to mansion, but once she got there, there was a large group of people blocking the door.


Everyone wanted to get in.


\Near the mansion was a small lake, she dove head first into it.


As she was in water she could now finally change into her true Siren form.


I need to get those people out of the way


She pulled up all the water out of the plants, grass, and the trees leaving a gray, death land, she couldn't use the water in the lake because in her Siren form she needed that to be able to breath.


The she collected she formed into a giant bubble, shot it right at the crowd.


A huge splash was heard, like a tsunami, and people flew in all kinds of different directions.


After that she changed back, and ran towards the door.


'hey you! stop!'


'...'


Some dragon girl called out to her, but she chooses to ignore it, and the girl flies right at her.

 

[Bob Brawler]

Siegfried looked around and was a bit disappointed, that big brawl was just a bunch of lackeys with sticks nothing worth his time, on the other hand the "snipers" might have been a bit fun, if they were hidden, A sniper with a known location is pointless, with his superior reflexes Siegfried can doge the sniper shots with ease all he needs to do is watch their movements and move accordingly, although if they have anything with rapid fire he might be screwed, so he thought no point to bother himself with this... Until he glimpsed inside the garage, beautiful cars racing motorcycles, it was his dream to race again a real Speed racer, he had to get a closer look.


He checked out the snipers again keeping their steady fire on the bunch, and he saw the bunch, Steven, Lacey and Sephiroth (Who he have not met and yet to introduce himself to.) doing something weird with a hairspray and yelling that he needs a tube of sorts plus some other stuff, "the hell? Is he trying to make a mortar cannon, that idiot will set the whole thing on fire they shoot so much so they got to have a bunch more ammo up there, well... But wait, no that guy is freaking brilliant, I hope if he is making a flash grenade out of those thing that is one brilliant sonabitch." Siegfried was smart but not as smart as to build such a thing as Steven is in making, he only guessed what might happen from the ingredients he saw, what ever might happen he wanted to see this.


It would take longer with no proper working space for him to make the contraption, so Siegfried decided to draw fire, he picked up a bunch of pebbles from around and went behind a tree where it would be hard to see him, he bent down and removed the limitations from his Cuffs altogether as long as he wont run no one will know that that's an option, he held the pebbles in his hand and placed a bunch more on the ground, one flick after another he started firing those tiny rocks as if they were shotgun pallets fired from a minigun, the aim was terrible but it was fast enough to hit hard around making loud bangs stopping the suppressive fire from above.

 

[CSA]

Ryuji glared up at the red Oni as he said his piece. Gorth fought fairly, and knew when to stop so that they could help the other students. The Cyclops had honor which, to Ryuji, was worth ten times raw combat ability. Ryuji gritted his teeth when he saw the Oni berate Gorth.


"Hey, Katsu 2! We don't got time for-"


Just then, with surprising speed, the Oni rammed Ryuji's stomach with his fist. Ryuji flew backwards, digging his feet into the ground and leaving yard-long trails of dirt in front of his feet. Ryuji choked, but readied himself quickly. It was quite a blow, and may have actually sent Ryuji to the ground if not for the boxing gloves and his protective layers of manweight.


"Hey, hey, hey! Don't you got no shame!?" shouted Ryuji, "Strong bastard like you oughta be helpin' people right now 'stead o' brawlin'! You see that smoke!?"


Ryuji grabbed his wooden sword out of the ground. Normally he wouldn't use this against an unarmed opponent, but there might be people in trouble. Helping people was more important now than a manly fistfight. He charged at the Oni and lashed out with his wooden sword at a blinding speed.


"DON'T TREAT OTHER PEOPLE LIKE PUNCHIN' BAAAAAGS!"


Unlike the last fight, Ryuji was able to make full use of the indignance that only a protagonist could muster at someone so one-dimensionally reprehensible.

 

[ComradeSenpai]

"Oh, Dusty!" Yumi jumped, looking at the prep.


"I'm so glad you're here! I was just calling the fire department; did you see the fire too?" she asked. "I don't know where everyone else went, but I'm sure they know well enough to- hey, wait!" she called to the rapidly fleeing Aiona.


"Oh no, we can't... You said she was mentally handicapped, right? We better hope someone gets here soon."


Placing her phone back against her ear, she continued, "Hello, I'd like to report a forest fire. I think someone abused a propane tank. I... I have to go, please come soon!" she cried, and closed the call.


"Data plans are expensive. I had to be brief." she explained to Dusty.

 

[DrBones]

Dusty cocked his eyebrow at Yumi. That anyone had prescience enough to call any emergency services before a situation got completely out of hand was utterly shocking, considering the student body. Of course, she apparently didn't know where Letouffe was, so it would probably be best to get going while the other students were still recoiling from the incident.


"Don't worry about the girl. If I know a fellow Preppy, there's only one place she'll go-- and it's the same place we're headed."


Dusty turned to Harrington. He knew that the Preppies already holed up in the Mansion would react poorly to a Nerd's presence, but he could potentially spin it as if Yumi was his servant. It was true, in an unofficial way, and this would mean that Yumi would owe Dusty--a favorable outcome for both parties.


"Harrington, I would recommend calling your servants as soon as possible and alerting them to what's hpapening. With any luck, we can build up some defenses against looters and any fires started by this explosion before they become too bad. In the mean-time, we had best get going. Hoi, Dog Girl! You're going to follow us; we've got a safe house just over the hill. That's an order, got it?"


As Dusty walked off in the direction of the Mansion, he called up his mammoth of a servant. The only one of his servants on school grounds, in fact.


"Rabab, head to the Mansion ASAP. We've got a situation on our hands."

 

[Blumenkranz]

The nerd observed the elite sniper squad from the distance. She hadn't "upgraded" her eyes yet, but it was very clear what was happening here: they wanted the Punks' heads, and only theirs. Of course! Where was the fun in killing someone of your "own team"? Everybody knows that can only get you kicked and banned from the game.


Unfortunately for them, Maya had switched sides. Now a member of the team of survival, she didn't have enough patience to deal with this bullshit the nice way.


"Stay here, I will scout the zone for any secondary paths", said Maya as she walked away from the group. She was sure there should be some sort of secret entrance that would allow them to enter without being noticed.


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[MechaGhoul]

[Quest HEY! Quit Yer Gabbin', Let's Get Jabbin'.]


Location: Just outside the School Campus building


*Objective: Find a way to defeat the Oni Boxer Katsu.*


"TWO!? TWWOOOOOOO!?" Howled the Oni Boxer, when Ryuji made the cheeky comment about him being the second Katsu. While this was true, and Ryuji probably knew other Katsus, who took their place over the Oni Boxer Katsu, this sent the creature into an outrage. Which was fairly noticeable, as he was yelling out in anger. Katsu was content with the fact his strike caused the boy to go back and leave the trails of dirt etched into the ground. It was good he found a punching bag that would be able to take his beating.


As this was going on, the Cyclops looked on nervously. He cupped his hands around his mouth as he spoke up, "I'm going to go and check on the smoke! ...You seem tough, try to keep him off you for awhile! I'll be back!"


"You insolent over-bloated punching bag of fat! You think you're number one!? Think you can call me TWO!? YOU!?" The Oni snarled out in fury, as black strands of saliva soared outwards. During his fury, he failed to notice Gorth head off, to fetch help for Ryuji and of course, to investigate the site where the smoke was coming from. All the while Katsu was leering at Ryuji as he discussed the smoke and that this was not a time for fighting, but helping.


"GWAHAHAHAHA! HELPING!? What do you think I'm doing here right now punching bag!? By subjecting them to fend to the horrors themselves, they have to rely on only themselves! AND IF THEY SURVIVE, THEY'LL GROW. If not, then they succumb. SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS!"


As he was giving this impromptu monologue, Katsu only recently noticed that Ryuji drew a wooden sword. He noticed this just as Ryuji was swinging it at him. He swung his leading south arm upwards as he twisted, so the sword would strike against his forearm. And damn did it hit strong, with the strength of a indignant protagonist guiding the blade, it made a satisfying smack upon striking its target.


Katsu smirked, bemused at the strike. It did hurt, he couldn't hide the fact that the sword left a nasty blow against him. And now, he found himself far more amused by this punching bag. It was always good to find the ones that were able to take a hit, and give one. "Ha. So fancy that sword do ya? Once I hit you to technical knockout, I think I'll break it." He smugly declared.


But, just one strike from a sword, even from such a hot-blooded antagonist was not going to be enough to fell this particular Oni. Bouncing up and down on his feet, Katsu swung his left fist in for a jab. Well rather he was giving a false lead, as he quickly stopped before trying to get that strike.


His actual attack was a right hook aimed again at Ryuji's torso, and following that an attempt to add on using a left upper-cut aiming square at Ryuji's chin. However, this uppercut would be far more than just a regular uppercut. In true hot-blooded fashion, the air around his left hand was igniting. Of course, doing such a dangerous move, against a punching bag he would need to shout it out, to make sure they knew about it.


"RISING DRAGON'S FURY!"


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[Hoards for the Horde]


Location: Inside the School Building - Door to Section 1A4 of the Faculty Vault


A crowd of students were gathered around a massive slab of metal that was secured shut by a monolithic vault door. Many outsiders would question, why this existed. Those who attended Granite Hills knew why it was needed, and why such precautions were taken.


For this guarded section, was a fragment of the vast armory that existed at the school. All the contraband, everything that was taken by the Faculty would be placed away in the labyrinth of the Faculty Vault. As such, this made the doors to the vaults important targets to students who wished to arm themselves and reclaim lost trinkets.


Even in the most treacherous times of turmoil, such as the events currently unfolding this day at Granite Hills, the gateways to the Vault were secured and guarded. This was no exception.


The Curator for this passageway was an suit of knight's armor, where behind the visor a light blue glow emanated. Noticeably, it was not designed for typical man at all, but rather designed for the giants themselves. The animated suit stretched out its right gauntlet as it pointed down at the crowd of rambunctious hellions that were surrounding the glorious sanctum of stored contraband. Much of the crowd was engulfed by the shadow of the gauntlet.


"...You shall not pass." spoke the knight in a deep and booming voice. This declaration earned him the ire of the mob of students which began chortling out in a wild frenzy. The knight stood still, like the mighty vanguard which it was, continuing its task to keep the foul creatures away.


Amidst this, was the sound of three slow and distinctive golf-claps. "Charming, how you think you will be enough to stop us on our mission." Quickly the mass of students stepped aside, allowing for the individual who made this declaration to the guardian of the vault. The cheeky lad, was a rather toned figure, with purple eyes, tanned flesh and a shaved head. Quickly an impish tail sprouted upwards and began waggling as the boy cracked his knuckles.


He cocked his head as he glanced upwards towards the giant suit of armor. "Our mission, as dictated by the Great Khan, the one who united the collective of bullies, is to collect the armaments found within these vaults." As he brought them up, the horde of bully students gave a collective snarling and rambling of violence.


The boy held out his hand as it crackled with white glowing energy. He led the charge, as he dashed towards the knight going in with a right jab. As he made the initial strike the swarm of Bullies rushed alongside him. The sentient suit of armor was beginning to get slight dents, but with a single stomp, it knocked back quite a few of the bullies.


And thus began the battle for access to the secrets that laid within the Vaults. This section of the Bully Horde knew it could not fail and disappoint the great higher ups. And the sentient suit of armor knew that it could not allow the Vaults to be compromised to any of the Factions.


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[A Shining Performance]


Location: Outside the School Theater Entrance


"Maaaa-veeelllous vork Daaaling." A woman dressed in a frilly light blue ballgown walked around upon her high heels as she smiled at a figure who was standing just in a way that they showed only a silhouette. "Keeping le silhouette for ze oh so draaa-matic reveal!" She unfurled a single cloth as she began waving it at the figure.


Stepping out of the shadowed section, the figure spoke. "Shiiiiiiiiieeeeet ain't no thang but a chicken wang...." Was the first in the droll dialogue, before a quick snap out of it, "Oh I must say I am honored I received this role." With a hasty delivered chortle the man stepped in front of the woman and bowed.


The individual who dramatically stood in those shadows was the man known, 'Wambam'. He was currently still decked out in the gaudy golden baubles that hung around his neck and his arms. "Anyway, I should get going, after all, why should I let the Entertainer Ryker keep stalling? We have a performance we must get him for. Of course, sooner rather than later... I bid you a fond bon voyage! Hope the stage will be set when I return!"


And with that, 'Wambam' left as the woman gave him a coy way. "Fare thee well James." James hoped that, nothing had happened to Ryker just yet. All he would need to do is collect Ryker and bring him back to the stage.


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[Cutting Costs]


Location: In the Dealer's Realm


Bzz! The chainsaws continued blaring on, despite the fact they were heavily covered in gore and viscera. In fact, a hunk of leg from a employee turned into a looter, was still caught on the left blade. It was dangling by a single tendon, but was flung off. Dakota was laughing maniacally as he revved on the engines. "Come on out purdy boi!" The Elf cackled out as he peered through the forested section of the campus. In the background the fire loomed on in the distance and was spreading.


Hearing some movement, Dakota took a moment to spin around the Orange Blossom Special, which had stopped its tune and charged forth.


Ryker cursed himself as he kept a hold of the wrench. However, in an attempt to stop the attack descending upon, he pulled out his comb and held it against the further edge of the right side chainsaw that was quickly approaching him. The blades snapped the comb in twain, and Ryker was forced to quickly rush further right-wards.


"...That was one of my twelve favorite combs!" Ryker noted, quite annoyed at the fact the Elf destroyed it with his mechanical horror that was his motorcycle. Dakota manipulated his vehicle as he was spinning it around, so he could manipulate through the landscape easier.


Ryker decided to take this opportunity to rush up towards Dakota and smack him at his left ribcage with the pipe. The Elf grimaced in agony, "YER GONNA PAY FER THAT!" Ryker decided to give Dakota the finger, as he ran through the forest. He knew that he would need to catch up to the rest of the gang. But he would need to find a way to take out this bastard first. Quickly noticing a few stones left on the ground, he quickly plucked a few up with his free hand and moved the wrench under his shoulder.



out of the motorcycle, as he revved it up. "FIIIIIIIIRE! BURN MY LIPS!" Dakota sang out, between a few maniacal cackles. Those cackles, immediately turned into large sobbings. "...I jus' want som' firewater! AND YER FLESH CHOPPED INTA BITTIES!"
Upon reaching the outskirts of the wooded area, Ryker looked around, pondering on whether or not he should risk others to search for something he could use to mess with the Elf. He did have the advantage if he kept the man in the woods, because he was more prone to get caught on things. However, he didn't have much choice to think about it, as Dakota charged straight at him.


Rolling towards the side, Ryker ran back towards the woods. "COME ON YA PU-" Dakota gave Ryker the evil eye as he drove straight towards the campus grounds. "Ain't fallin' fer that ol' trick boy!" And he began speeding off to reach the grounds. Ryker tossed a single rock, which pelted Dakota's back. It did gain his attention, as Dakota was beginning to turn his motorcycle around.


Running quickly, Ryker started heading towards an area he needed to reach. The Garage, hopefully, he would have reinforcements to help him out in fighting this menace. Spotting this, Dakota gave chase, and the pursuit was on once more.


Though this time, Ryker would not have the luxury of woodland sections keeping the machine trapped. If anything he hoped that the continued use against flesh would wear out the chainsaws.


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[Mind Your Manors]


Location: Outside Near the Broken Fountain


*Quest: Get Safely Back to the Preppy Manor*


The dispatcher was unable to get a word in edgewise as Yumi was quick to the draw about shutting the phone. For people without money, data lines were expensive. Harrington took a quick look at Dusty and gave a single nod. "Yes, it would be befitting of me to gather my servants." He paused for a moment, "I shall gather them, give me but a moment." And so Harrington headed off, with a dignified, yet urgent stride to his step. After all he needed to gather his resources.


As Dusty headed away from the fountain, he caught a glimpse of the Cheerleader who was now choking that Nerd Snakeman from the a standing up position rather than when she was ontop of his back. Really, it was no concern. Though you swore that Snakeman did look familiar. But all Nerds were expendable, so there was really no point in caring whether or not this creature was recognizable.


Its small whimpers of near-dying was not really all that important at this state. Rather, getting to the manor was the important thing here. Calling up his servant was a trivial task, which earned him a response of Rabab acknowledging his order.


Heading away, a group of three individuals, all wearing dark grey bandanas and black hoodies approached Dusty. Yumi, if she paid any attention to them, may have recognized them as those batch of kids who beat up the horned kid in the distance. "Kiiiid, you think you're gonna get out of here so quickly?" Inquired the one in the middle. On his sides, the two other students gave the traditional 'money' sign. "Pay your toll to get through."


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[Chop Shop]


Location: School Garage


*Objective: Find a way into the Garage*


Maya, with her terrible eyes, located absolutely nothing of value. If there was a secret entrance, she was completely oblivious to it. She needed glasses. Well she had glasses, but she needed a pair that would actual help her vision. In fact, her power of awareness was so little, she even failed to notice an askew stone in her scouting path.


Lacey and Sephiroth, upon realizing that they were being shot at took to Steve's plan and hide behind the wall. Sephiroth was the first to react, "FUCKING SHIT!" He howled out angrily. Lacey was about to speak, before Steve yelled out his own plan. Responding quickly, Sephiroth reached into his trench-coat as he pulled out the 'emergency can' of hairspray. Ryker entrusted Sephiroth to keep a good hand on this can, in case he ever ran out and he needed to style his pompadour. Without a word he handed it over towards Steve.


Reaching into her back pants pocket, Lacey pulled out a stainless steel lighter and handed it over towards him. After all, Steve had just composed the list. Whenever he had that list, it created results that were all quite desirable. Sephiroth tapped his clawed fingers against his lower-chin, "PVC pipe and something flammable... Right, fuck! Hold on!" He peered around as he thought upon where he could gather such ingredients. And Sephiroth glanced back at Steve and shouted, "Keep the position! I'll be back!"


And so Sephiroth ran backwards, hopefully he'd be able to scavenge some parts which Steve would need. Lacey crouched down as she sat near the wall, "Right, so we should be safe here."


The spotter girl, who was currently holding onto the binoculars dropped them down and frowned. "...They are stowing away like rats. We need to flush them out." The man who was wearing the graphic t-shirt gave a nod as he pulled grabbed a nearby box. Quickly he pulled out a remote control helicopter toy, with its remote control. As he sent it on his initial flight, the propellers were struck by some pebbles, which caused it to go haywire. "Hn, good thing I didn't set it up yet."


This alerted the sniper who had the over-sized coat, who aimed his gun and fired a few shots in the direction of the Cheetahman. "...Right, focusing on the distracting target. We need points, set it up." Near the box, he pulled out another remote control helicopter and remote. Quickly he filled a small compartment, which looked to be part of a water gun which was now a little gun looking attachment on the toy. He began to fill it with the green elixir. The man's eyes glowed slightly as he began fiddling with the remote control. "Aight, I'm on it."


The toy quickly flew over the wall and began heading towards Lacey and Steve. As it moved over the wall, it fired a quick splash from the lower gun attachments. The splash missed Lacey and Steve, but landed behind them. The ground made a small sizzling noise.


"Aahhh shit." Lacey stated as the toy helicopter was continuing its flight towards the pair, making a noticeable buzzing noise. Though, that wasn't the only buzzing sound being heard...

 

[Boomrocker]

"Drones!" It was just like 'Nam! Well actually it was nothing like 'Nam, but don't you dare tell Steve that. The bastards were dropping acid on them! We couldn't have that. Not at all. But there were very few ways to deal with the issue of airborne enemies.


He had a problem and he needed a solution. This time, though, the tools were already in his hands. Hairspray and a lighter.


With practiced ease, he flipped open the lighter and held up the nozzle close to the flame. But not too close. Last thing he needed was the can going off like a grenade. He squeezed the nozzle, and a sharp jet of flame burst out of the impromptu flamethrower and caught a drone dispensing its deadly payload. With any luck, the acid would be cooked by the heat and the drone would come down with a terminal case of melt.

 

[Bob Brawler]

Siegfried kept steady fire, until a few shots were made towards his general direction, was he discover or? He had to relocate but he hesitated, that's when he saw the toy Chopper flying around it was not coming his direction and no further shots were made he assumed it was safe to move, he kept the limiters off just in case but at the moment he still limited him self to the slow Olympic runner speed, as he traced back without realizing he came closer to Steven and Lacey he didn't see the third guy he was missing, that's when he heard that buzzing sound he looked up to catch the sight of a toy chopper above him as he let out few shots of liquid substance, "the hell?! Is tha... IS THAT ACID!" he wanted to Karate chop that little ass hole right down to hell, but acid what in Satan's nipples is wrong with this place he aint touching that shit...


He was about to sit this one out when Steven pointed that thing with a "flamethrower" and caught the damn thing on fire, well good riddance but is there a chance for it to explode? Was it electric or fuel derived, shit there was no time to think he looked around and he saw a metallic trash can, he grabbed the thing emptied it, quickly ran and leaped up on a tree and onto the chopper slamming it to the ground "QUICK GET AWAY, IT MIGHT EXPLODE!... The name is Frieed by the way nice to meet you." he said with a smile, he then jumped off the can and went into cover waiting for the outcome.

 

[DrBones]

Dusty eyed the trio of bullies suspiciously. He wagered a guess that these folks weren't officially-sanctioned, and would have to be reported to the proper authorities so they could apply for a tollway permit. In the mean time, he would have to calmly and diplomatically talk his way out of being forced to pay their toll. Dusty would have to sum up all of his oratory skills to worm his way out of this one.


"Don't have any money on me. 'Sides, I wouldn't give any of it to you kids. Why don't you three fuck off, and I won't put my foot so far up your ass I could wiggle my toes and make you talk like a puppet, yeah?"


That probably could have been enunciated better. Dusty flexed his fingers and cracked his neck, eagerly expecting the trio's gracious and well-thought responses. It was so good to find people he could interact with on a deeply personal level!

 

[MechaGhoul]

[Mind Your Manors]


Location: Heading closer towards the Preppy Manor


Objective: Wheedle or worm your way past the Terrible Trio of Pseudo-Gatekeepers


The bullies on both the left and the right of the main one took a quick gander at their associate. The nerve of the Wood Elf, speaking such balderdash. However, he did make his unequivocal point. The man on the right was the first to comment, "He said he was not going to pay." On the left the Bully shook his head, "Damn shame, especially considering how much the man wants into your ass Chazz. How could he possibly take you out without even paying for a nice dinner?"


The bully in the middle, now known as Chazz by the dialogue of one of his associates adjusted his mask slightly. "And he has to gall to not pay, or suggest it in a friendlier manner." Chuckling a bit the one on the left raised an eyebrow, "Maybe he's into some really weird foreplay. It is an Elf after all." The goon on the right gave a nod in agreement.


Though quickly the goon on the right clapped his hands, "Oh! What if we just have him hand over the girl? She oughta be worth something." Chazz stared at him for a moment, annoyed, before slamming down his fist on the goon's head. "Oooowwwch! Jeez boss! What was that for!?"


Chazz stared at him for a moment, "We wouldn't make any money off of that. It would be a bad trade in Jay." He turned towards the goon on his left, "Ed, the man lacks common manners to the friendly Gatekeeping community. So, once we beat the shit out of him, we shall take him to get a proper education, with the help of our friend, Mister Swirly." Nodding in agreement, the two men cracked their knuckles. "...Also eeeh, I'm in a good mood. Hell, let's take both of them. Everyone deserves a proper education."


And then Ed went in for a bull-rush against Dusty, ready to take him down. And Jay rushed towards Yumi, swinging with a quick punch at her stomach. Chazz stood back as he crossed his arms and nodded his head. "Ah, today, today is going to be a good day."