School For Gods (Kamigami no tame no gakkō)

After Haldor ate his lunch in the school's cafeteria, he wanted to explore the school a little bit more. You know, get to know his way around better. Then he heard a man threatening a couple of the students who left the cafeteria.

" .... disobeying school rules will result in dire consequences from Gunn and I." After hearing that, He decided to stay where he was. Especially after he watched Gunn walking thru the doors along with another teacher.

"Well there goes my plans for the rest of lunch." Haldor said as he looked thru what was on his MP3 player.
I bet I can hold my own against Gunn. Just a matter of how much he can take. He laughed at himself as he said that in his head. He looked At gunn and mikhail as they sat down, Gunn eating a couple apples as well as a whole chicken.
Why do I have a feeling that Gunn could take on a Viking god?


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Lucis thought Auth's proposal over and couldn't help but smile. Here's a guy who took out the leader of SS, sounds like he has a huge project on his plate and on top of that he's offered me total control over the worlds economy as compensation for my services. thats a pretty hefty reward. The towncar stopped in front of a plain looking house.

"We're here Mr. Penton. The home of that one young researcher who stormed out and quit."

Lucis looked up. "So this is where that little man lives? Looks a little plain, don't you think?" Mr. Penton said as he opened the door.
"Oh, and have your full head gas masks ready. do you two have those special suits I gave you the other day on? If they work as designed you two should be protected."

The driver looked a little lost for a second, then remembered. Lucis's left hand man, who was sitting in the front, took out a pair of gloves and put them on. He made sure that they where tight and was under his suit jacket and went over the cuffs of his shirt. He spoke to driver, who looked like already had his gloves on. "Make sure your gloves are on over your cuffs so they seal right. Hate to have to replace a driver so soon over a simple mistake." The driver got out and stood next to his boss while the other guy opened the trunk up and took out a rather large briefcase.

"Your Jobs is to find and take any USB drives, hard drives, and anything else that he could have information stashed away on. And I also want any and all computers systems destroyed."

Mr. Penton and his men knocked on the door as they approached it. As it opened a man in his 20's appeared in the doorway.
"I've already quit so what do you want! I can't go back to your company...."

Lucis then smiled at him and took his hat off. "Oh i know that. I'm just here to discuss the terms of your 'exit package'."

The ex researcher eased up a little bit. "Oh, I have a exit package? well I guess we can discuss this inside...." at that point Lucis had already come in past the door and placed his hand on the guys shoulder.

"Oh yes, we should. I hope you don't mind if my men tidy the place up a little. Oh and you may want to sit down, you really aren't looking too good."
Pentons men then put their gas masks on as they started to look the place over. one ripped the chords out of a PC tower and got it's hard drives out while the other took a scope out to scan the house for anything hidden. In reality this was somewhat of a good opportunity to test out his company's new gas mask design as well as a new NCB Suit design, which looked like an actual black suit. once someone was infected with mnemonic plague it was easy for someone to contract the disease from close contact. This was actually more common at Pention Enterprises than one would expect.

"If you would have read the fine print of your employment contract, then you should have known about your exit package. But then again you pretty much signed your own life over when you decided to quit all of a sudden." The ex employee had a somewhat shocked expression on his face as the Plague virus overtook his body quickly.
"Why does everyone not take the time and not read the fine print. You could have had a great career ahead of you" Penton smiled as he watched the man become more infected.
"So now instead of doing the research, you'll be the one to be researched on since your now infected with mnemonic plague. unfortunately you can't be cured from this strain. How's that for an 'exit package'? "

 

"The name is Reddick."
Out of breath he paced back and forth across the terrace.
"Please don't molest anyone else i don't wanna do that again."

 

Updated character!

Luthers abilities have been changed to

Poison Manipulation, Typhokenetic combat, and Molecular abilities.

New Characters!

Name:???
Age:???
Abilities: Calamity Embodiment, Dragon Physiology, Organic Weapons.

Name:???
Age:???
Abilities: Dimension Creation, Demonic Physiology, Evil Embodiment.

 

Seeing as ignoring him isn't going to work, he though to himself.
"It's an encyclopedia of all currently discovered powers and abilities." He replied, with a lack of interest in his voice.

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"Depends what you're after." Sinclair replied, kicking his feet up onto the table. "My repertoire falls a little sort of Shakespearean. But, I can acted like I'm interested if you want."

 

She turned to look up at Luther again who was holding a hand out to her. She grabbed his hand and used his strength to pull herself up, "Mikhail? Was he at the intro- wait..." she stopped mid-sentence realizing that Luther just admitted to going through the student files. "... you went through the files? How did you manage that without getting caught?"
He didn't seem like he wanted to disclose any of that information so she just continued on with normal conversation, "When does the last class start? It shouldn't be too soon now, I guess. I don't have a clue how long we've been out here. You wouldn't happen to know what time it is, would you? Either way, I guess it wouldn't hurt to slowly make our way back to the building." Ming Yue shrugged and started to make her way to the school building starting to leave the other behind.

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"See myself as an underdog? No, not anymore, that was a long time ago. Why do you ask?" As Ryker started to propose a deal to her, she listened intently and made mental notes, silently figuring out how much more profit she'd be able to turn with the spoon sales. His points were pretty good and seemed to be a good investment in the long run.
"I believe I'll take you up on that." She smiled and held up her glass as if making a toast, "Pleasure doing business with you, Ryker."

 

Usse couldn't contain his curiosity and peeked over. "Any tips on how to use them?" he asked hopefully, wondering if there was an entry in there that might make him even a tiny bit useful - as far as seeing through illusions and detecting magic went, he was so borderline useless most of the time he reckoned if this school had P.E. on the curriculum he'd be dead in a fortnight.

Gunn grunted by means of agreement. To him, it didn't matter either way. He was really now in a foul mood and some unrestrained physical violence against someone who could take it sounded like a fantastic cure.

"Now you, are no fun." Rapscallion relaxed. Then he grinned. "Oh. Actually, that said, are you also then going to be mad I stole her phone?" He opened his hand, and Ming's phone sat there in his palm. He flicked it open and started looking through her contacts. "Now, to send some hentai to her friends..."

Anth smiled. "I want you, Mr Sinclair, to act like something you are clearly not - that is to say, an egocentric megalomaniac. The reason I am entrusting this task to you is because you are very different, visibly, from anyone else in this charming little dive."
His long index claw glowed red, and the smell of burning rubber filled the air again as he very delicately moved his claw gently across the tabletop, a charred jagged scar emerging atop the existing pockmarks it held. "Some people, like the two brutes I had to admonish earlier, and even my lovely acquaintance Sedumere, gratify themselves by commanding fear from others. Others command respect through efficiency and reputation."
He brought the claw up and the glowing tip was perfectly still inches from Sinclair's nose. "You, Mr Sinclair, are neither of those things. You have no ego to slake, no thirsts in your psyche - except perhaps, a challenge. It is in the way you dress, the way you hold yourself. I am not telling you this as an attempt to seem intimidating or psychoanalytically inclined."
The claw came down, losing its glow and returning to the tabletop. "It is merely an attempt to stress both the importance of your role in my operation and the fact that I know that if you betray me to either Sedumere or some other aspiring nefarious schemer, it will not be out of a sense of gratification to any mental demands. Rather, it will be for cold hard cash. With that in mind, let me ask you - how much money was the last job you accepted?" His face was carefully expressionless, his red eyes examining Sinclair's.

 

OOT: My first post after my glorious return! I decided to make a new character since it'd be easier to get a fresh start than to read half a novel's worth of posts. I'll probably get back to Roy after a while, but for now it's time to let someone else take center stage.

Name: Masato Taiki
Age: ???
Abilities: ???; Ring Empowerment; ???
(Gonna keep a few of these secret for the fun of it.)

I take in a deep breath of air as I stand in front of the main school building and let it out in a slow, refreshing sigh. I just couldn't resist; I've always loved being out in the sun and today it's particularly bright and beautiful. Now that I'm standing still for a few moments (and not looking at the map I've been carrying around), I finally notice something...I seem to be getting a lot of attention, especially from the female students walking by. Hmm...I really can't imagine why. I've had this happen a few other times, too. For some reason, whenever I walk by, people will stop what they're doing and say things like "that golden hair...those golden eyes...he's almost like an angel." I'm not sure what an angel is, but I don't think I'm one of those. Do normal humans like angels? I'll have to look into that sometime later. I try to ignore the crowd and quickly make my way inside.

Once inside, I take a quick look around and make my way to the front desk. After typing a little more on her keyboard, she slowly turns towards me.

"Welcome to Kamigami no Tame no Gakkō, how can I help...you...?"

Her voice trails off and she just sort of...gawks at me. How strange. I wonder, do the people here just not like me for some reason? I shrug it off and smile back at her.

"Hello, my name is Masato Taiki and I'm the new transfer student here."

 

Mikhail noticed Gunn was in a foul mood and decided to remain silent. There wasn't much that could be said to him to cheer him up, just let the scotch apples run their course on him. the only words he uttered were. "Let's get back to the gym, the bell is about to ring." and began to trail towards it. The bell would have rung by the time he gets there.

"Our last class starts once the bell rings after lunch. In fact we should start heading Inside. And towards the gym, I believe he is a combat instructor for the school. Why they have a class like that is beyond me." Luther began walking off with or without Ming "as for if Mikhail was at the intro, No he wasn't. He was late to school. No single student has an idea of who this guy is." Luther had something that was bothering him, though it wasn't noticeable. It was probably the school and the fact he felt he was kept captive. "Say, Ming. Do you know why I'm here at this school?" he was curious to see how much info anyone had on him.

"I hope you don't eventually regret those words. The only thing I expect from you is full, honest reviews of what happens inside of this bar behind the scenes. As I am now your business partner, Feel free to call upon Me or my brother, both of us can deal with your problems easily." Ryker got up and left the bar area to go and sit down with the group of people that seemed to be enjoying themselves more than he was. They accepted him into the circle immediately. Naturally sedumere may have tried to continue talking to him.

Jedrek heard Sedumere slowly trying to move out and catch up to Ryker to talk to him however when she came out from behind the bar Jedrek put his arm out and stopped her from moving any further. "Leave him alone, He may trust you but I certainly don't. Sit down, and talk to me. I'll be the best company you can get for the moment." Jedrek didn't look at her once, and had almost no interest in doing such. The reason he was going to talk to her was simply to keep her away from Ryker.

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Damn it, should have known that wouldn't work.
"I think you'd be better off getting tips on reading the room..."

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"Let me think." Sinclair said, feigning that the last job wasn't a few minutes ago. "I believe it was a hundred grand, give or take."
He crossed his legs and then reversed it. "Now, I'm gonna need a little more of a job description that 'act like a megalomaniac', then we can talk payment."

 

An idea suddenly popped into his head. A very bad idea.... the idea of seeing what he was up against and proving his strength. Just like he's done at all of his other schools. He was thinking about picking a fight, with Mr. Gunn.
okay that might have been a good idea at any other school but here!?!!? do I really want to see if i can die?
But as he was thinking to himself his body was already getting up and walking towards Mr. gunn and Mikhail.
Why do I always have to do these sort of things?
As he walked up to Gunn, he couldn't help but put a smirk on his face. This may hurt a little bit, but he's yet to fight someone who could knock him out. What he was about to do next hopefully won't get him into too much trouble here. There's a reason why he's been in and out of so many schools. Haldors sub-conscious what going a little crazy as he stood across from Gunn. Really? your gonna pick a fight with a teacher! this is a fricken crazy idea youhave here...
But before Haldors body could be talked out of it, He had already picked up a lunch tray and was in the middle of swinging it into Gunns head. At the last five or six schools Haldor had attended, He'd show his strength by picking a fight with the schools strongest. Well, I guess it's become a habit by now.
The lunch tray made contact with Gunns head and was instantly shattered into five pieces.

Crap.
well theres no going back now.
All Haldor's body did was just stand there and Smirked.

 

Anth smiled gently. "To provide a very bold summary, you will be following a script. The boy Rapscallion, I wonder if you know him, is currently running a... little errand for me at the Kamigami no tame no Gakko. It is essential that upon completion of his task, it appears as though YOU have masterminded this whole nefarious and dastardly scheme in order to create chaos and disturbance amongst the Gods at a time when their beloved San Tenegra needs them most. Of course, if that was the plan it would be a completely pointless one, but the aim is to misdirect. You must seem to be the supreme architect of their misfortunes, allowing me to further my own devices without scrutiny. In a practical sense, your job will consist of standing around, talking a lot of utter rubbish, then running away when the Gods show up. How much, in your opinion, is such a job worth to you, Mr Sinclair?"

Usse paused. "Do you want me to go away?" he asked, sounding crestfallen.

Gunn paused. He closed his eyes and tried a meditation technique that an ancient order of monks had attempted to train him in, failed, and had to amend for it to sink in. He could hear the old master's voice in his mind.

"Bigg... you must harness your anger, and lock it away deep inside your mind and soul, where it can be forged, crafted into a lethal weapon."
"With all due respect, Master, my body is a lethal weapon already."

He turned, very slowly, to face Haldor, the conversation in his head still playing out.

"Bigg, I am aware of the... virility of your killing instinct. I have had to send condolence letters to all the families of your prior training partners."
"Forgive me, Master. I did not want to completely obliterate them. But in the world I seek to enter, restraint will get me slaughtered. I cannot afford to loosen my guard even for a second."

Gunn looked down at the shards of the shattered tray.

"I am not here to restrain you against the foes you seek. I am here to ensue you do not needlessly destroy the foes you may encounter or may pursue you who know not who they anger."

Gunn's hand curled into a fist.

"You know you cannot stop me from sending my foes into the welcoming arms of the Reaper, Master."
"I am aware of that, Bigg."

Gunn's arm moved with the fluidity of a dancer's as it gently moved backwards until the entire limb was paused like a wary python, ready to strike.

"Instead, I am going to stop you from killing them in one hit."

Gunn's arm moved like a piston, the knuckles slamming straight into Haldor's chest, dead center. A normal man would have suffered cardiac arrest from the impact, and even if they had the muscles of an Olympic weightlifter they would have been lying on their back, wheezing for breath and spending the next ten minutes begging for an ambulance. The blow alone was enough to send Haldor across the cafeteria, knocking him over a table and leaving him against the wall at the far end of the room.
Gunn advanced, eyes bright with a battle frenzy that would have terrified a berzerker. "If the first words out of your mouth are not an apology, then you will spend the next twenty minutes wishing they were! Now kindly get up and clear up those shards of tray before I make you lick them up."

 

OOT: Hey sorry for being absent for so long. I'm going to try re-joining the RP, but with a different character. I din't really know what I wanted to do with Grant at all and didn't know what I wanted Victor to do either. I might keep Victor around, maybe but I'm going to focus more on this new one.

Name: The Red Flame of Justice, Crimson Rider (AKA John Bates)
Age: 17 (I'm so used to playing adult characters I made him about 30 at first xD)
Powers: Enhanced Awareness, Spiritual Flame Blade Construction, Self Combustion

I will post soon. This is just something that I've wanted to do for a while TBH xD

 

Henrietta turned her head as someone approached. What she saw made her mouth open slightly. This guy, he was.... she closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. Opening them again she took the slip of paper that the secretary had printed out for her. With her room and class assignments in hand she turned to him.
"That's a very... captivating appearance, Mr. Taiki." She said politely. "My name is Henrietta Denner."

 

Just as I've finished up my registration at the school, I'm slightly startled when I hear a voice call out to me. I turn to see a girl who appears to be around my age introducing herself. She...really is talking to me, isn't she? I'm a little flustered since this is sort of a new experience for me. I've heard other people talking about me, but not many of them actually approach me on their own like this. That being the case, I wonder...is this one of those "fated meetings" that I've heard about? Ah, what am I thinking? I'm standing here in a daze when I should properly introduce myself! I can only hope that my studies of human culture were enough to prepare me for this. After finally composing myself, I smile back at her.

"I see, may I call you Henrietta?"
I take her right hand and give it a quick kiss.
"It is truly a pleasure to meet you."

 

The inside of Haldors mind was like a battle zone. one side was for apologizing to the teacher for the incident, but the other side was so pleased with the opportunity at the chance of fighting someone who would last longer than five minutes without having to hold back. As he got up from the wall he dusted himself off, he smiled. Aside had won.

"Dead center and strait into a wall, not bad. No one's ever done that to me before. I'm sorry for doing this to a teacher so soon, but I do need to let off some steam since I kinda left the last school a little angry. " He picked up the tray shards and threw them away.

"And from the looks of it, you look like the strongest person at the school. In physical strength anyways."
Haldor cracked his knuckles, "It's sort of become a bad habit of mine to show off my strength at a new school."

He also rolled his head and cracked his neck as well.


"It's better for someone who has full control of their muscles to beat up a teacher that can take it rather than beating up a student who can't control themselves, right Gunn?" Haldor said as he faced Mr. Gunn, not afraid of what was gonna happen next. He had the look a viking had when he was about to take on a monster or a god. It's a look thats stricken fear into men for centuries.


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One of Penton Enterprises HR "managers" was at one of San Tenegra's bars when he noticed a pair of brothers who where sitting at the bar. As he sipped on his whisky he looked at the two carefully as he tried to remember who he remembered those two from. every month there would be meetings at Penton's where they highlighted certain individuals whom the company had interests in hiring on for the company. These two might have been on the list but at least one was on the top for sure. For now he just sat at his end of the bar, watching them closely as they talked with the owner of the place. Mr Penton would be pleased if he could arrange for a meeting between them. well it sounds like they'd have to employ the two of them but it would work to their advantage if their profiles where right.

 

John had sensed a large source of power coming from this school, enough to make him feel sick. He was standing at the front gates of this place, this so called "School for Gods" looking uneasy. Was he scared? No, John knew not the meaning of the word fear; it wasn't even in his vocabulary. He just felt uneasy. A place with this many people who were just like him was never a good thing. John had received a letter for this place about a week ago. Thinking it odd and laughing in the face of possible danger, John decided go to the school to scope the place out. Entering the school grounds, John made his way to the front desk. Information was key in these kinds of situations after all. "Excuse me sir!" John said to the man sitting at the front desk. "I have a few questio-"

"Can I see your papers?" He said interrupting John and sticking his hand out.

Completely confused, John gave him the letter he received. The man just looked over at the papers and handed then back to John with a key and a map of the school. "Enjoy your time here." He told John, showing him the door. John slowly left the room.

"Well that could have gone better." He said to himself as he looked at the map. The map showed the entire school yard along with a building marked on the map by a red circle with a number next to it. Sighing he made his way to the building. The building appeared to be a dorm of sorts. He entered it and made his way to the room marked on the map and entered the room, locking it behind him. John was a bit depressed at how poorly that went with the man at reception. He didn't let John as a single thing before he just shoo'd him off. He had a speech prepared and everything. Remembering that big boys don't cry and that there is always next time, John set his bag and map on his bed. Wait. John thought. A map! How could he not have been paying attention. The man helped him more by giving him a map of the entire school yard then he ever could by answering his questions! A new flame of hope burning inside him, John quickly studied the map of the school. After what seemed like an hour or so, John knew that he was ready to begin scoping the school out. He quickly opened his bag up revealing his suit. Donning his red jumpsuit, white gloves, boots and scarf, he pulled out his final piece. His shiny red helmet. With this his identity would be secured and he could assume his persona. Now ready to begin his mission, John left the dorm, making sure no one saw him in the process, and headed for the main school building.

 

Henrietta's breath caught in her throat for a moment. She took her hand back what felt like too quickly, but then again, she wasn't sure why it mattered so much.
"Th...Thank you." She said awkwardly. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well."
She stood there awkwardly, not sure what to say or do next. Why did this matter? This guy was just so... eye catching. It made him dangerous.
"So you just got here as well. That makes both of us late." His eyes are gold. They were beautiful.

 

Mr Gunn met Haldor's gaze with a stare of deathly intensity.
"I WISH TO INFORM YOU OF THREE THINGS, MAGGOT!" he boomed as he brought his entire body weight round into an uppercut. His fist slammed straight into Haldor's chin, lifting the young man slightly off the ground with the force of it. A second later his other fist crashed into Haldor's throat, flattening his windpipe the same way one would squeeze a straw between the fingers.
"FIRST, I DO NOT TOLERATE INSUBORDINATION IN THIS MANNER!"
His leg connected with the side of Haldor's knee - it would have snapped a lesser man's leg in two.
"SECOND, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR PICKING UP THOSE SHARDS! IT SAVES THE CLEANING LADY SOME TIME AND ENERGY!"
His other leg swept up into the side of Haldor's head with the force of a bowling ball - and using his gathered momentum, Gunn leaped into the air and fired off a drop-kick, both legs, straight into Haldor's face sending him through the doors of the cafeteria and tumbling down the corridor beyond.
The doors fluttered closed - before Gunn kicked them open again and stormed after him.
"AND THIRD, YOU WILL CALL ME SIR!!"

The bell rang for the next class - Mikhail's lesson in the gym (Miss Marseilles was always scatterbrained when it came to the schedule.)

 

Haldor's mind was filled with so much joy as he tumbled through the corridor. This was the first time in a long time where he's felt so evenly matched. He released more of the constraints from his muscles as corrected himself and landed on his feet and one hand. Not bad for a teacher. I may just have to respect him after this. He wiped the corner of his mouth and smiled as he he say a tiny bit of blood. Heh, I may just have to ask this teacher to train me every once in a while. As he looked ahead of him he could see gunn storming down towards him. He smiled as he started running at gunn as well. It would give his legs some time to stretch out for what his mind had planned to do next.

As the two met in the middle of the hallway, Haldor jumped into the air and landed a roundhouse kick into the side of gunns head, throwing him into the wall.
"Yes sir. Sorry for forgetting my manners."

Next he landed his knee into Gunns side, finishing with a powerful left elbow to his back, forcing him to the floor.
"And I'm also sorry sorry sir for hitting you with a tray. Might have been better to have asked you for a no-bar, all-in fight, but how fun would that be?"

Crap. sometimes I just love my big fat mouth.

 

The concept of fighting dirty (that is to say, a difference between fighting dirty and any other type of fighting) was simply not in Gunn's dictionary. As such, he forced himself off the floor and sank his teeth into Haldor's groin without a second thought. An instant later his fist was into Haldor's nose, the cartilage making a satisfying crunching noise under his knuckles. Blood was very gently trickling from Gunn's own nose and one of his ears, but he moved with the efficiency of a machine - his knee moving into Haldor's gut, cutting off his wind. Then with the uncharacteristic grace of a ballerina, Gunn's leg moved up, curled elegantly around the back of Haldor's head, and stomped his face into the tiled floor.
Gunn smiled through blood-stained teeth. "Surrender now, maggot. Or I promise you, I will start breaking things inside your body into so many pieces you will resemble an interactive X-ray jigsaw!"