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Pokemon RP?

Oh, I'm sorry! It's Character Sheet!

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Pokemon RP?

Oh, nice, it does make sense. I'll either be an Elekid, Charmander, or Larvitar. It depends on how the CS is. ^^ Anyways, totally looking forward to it.

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Yami's hands began grabbing random wads of candy from the top of the refrigerator. Nothing was exempt from his plundering spree. Sweet tarts went directly into his gullet, Sour Patch Kids packets were stuffed into his jeans, and skittles were promptly pocketed with superiority. Even though this whole...apocalypse thing happened only a few minutes prior to his thieving spree, the boy couldn't help but notice that he was....enjoying it all. The killing, murdering bit, at least. No wonder he couldn't stop himself when mutilating the Principal's face...

The sound of puking disrupted his grim thoughts. Mentally preparing himself, Yami turned around, and immediately spat out the wad of gum he was chewing vigorously. "Really, man?!" he yelped, turning away from the yellow mess and grabbing the end of the rug. A quick snap-kick at the large wooden desk forced it to the wall, and he flipped the rug on the other side, thankfully hiding the puke, and the smell as well. "I have a 'game plan'." Yami grinned a sinister smile, watching zombies began piling against the wooden double doors. Thankfully, the Principal's rather bulky body did a good enough job with holding the fort down.

"You need to get a taste." Yami kicked open the 'Emergency Exit' door, which was right behind the desk. It led out into the outside platform, which had metal safety stairs leading onto the roof. The teenage quickly took notice of the janitor zombie shambling around the platform, flesh and bone fragments dripping from it's rotten, decomposed body. Ignoring every logical reasoning skills, Yami darted outside, grabbing the zombie around the neck with his arm, while using his superior strength to keep it's neck stretched back, so that it wouldn't be able to bite him.

"Hn!" With explosive force, Yami entered the office, still dragging the thrashing zombie. A kick to the back sent it flying forward, onto the flipped carpet, where it barely caught it's footing, and Yami moved forward, wrapping his muscular arms around the corpse's waist and leaping into the air, doing a half-back flip and falling downwards, onto the cold, unforgiving ground.

*CRACK*

The zombie's spine completely broke, the sharp bone protruding from the undead's lower back, while the zombie merely stayed there, paralyzed and unable to move, stuck in an upside-down fetal position. Yami stood up and pointed at the helpless undead.

"Kill it. Preferably with an awesome wrestling move."

Pokemon RP?

I'd like to join.

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Yo, everyone, you're allowed to do your own thing for now. But we're going to have to group up relatively soon, to get the Helllllz outta there, y'know?

Just a couple of ideas

Of course I'm fine with Shadow and Light! Shadow4lyfe.

It shouldn't be something anyone could learn. This allows other plots which may include the feds...? I think it should just be manipulation - not magic. Absolute manipulation. This allows for more flexible antics, I believe. And I like the crystal idea.

I like Number Two Sp00ky house.

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Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Litepow said -

Yami panted, staring into the unrecognizable, gory past that had previously been his Principal. A jerk-wad of a principal, but his principal nonetheless. "Bastard..." He growled, bringing the jagged, long blade of his CQC knife into the air air, his hands clenching the cold hilt with the grip of a bear. "What is this?!" With all of the power inside of his body, Yami brought the knife down again, the blade piercing the corpse's mutilated cranium, and going straight through the rotten brain matter, sinking into the wooden flooring. Still panting, Yami jerked the blade out of the floor, his electric-blue eyes still widened in shock. Blood covered his arms and hands, dripping onto the floor, while specks of the life fluid dotted his cheeks and nose.

He was a killer now.

"Oh Christ!" The boy turned his head sharply at the sound of the wooden door being barged into, and his eyes crinkled slightly at the edges once he recognized the figure of the boy he had met in the hallways. Nakamura. 'I must look like shit,' Yami chuckled mentally, slowly standing up and kicking the zombie's head at the door. It slammed against the wood, keeping it stuck in place due to the weight of the brain matter and bones. A temporary defense, if anything. Yami temporarily ignored Nakamura, grabbing the Principal's corpse by it's bloodied, ripped army fatigues, and throwing it against the door with a 'bang'.

"Calm your ass, Nakamura. We sort of have shit to deal with." He responded to the boy's blubbering, walking over to where he was leaning against the wall, and blatantly slapping the shit out of the boy's cheek - on both sides. That usually worked in the movies. "Are you calm now? Great. Shit just hit the fan." Yami began pacing the large room, momentarily stopping by the fridge to stuff his face with different types of candy.

Man, he was starved.

Hɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Dᴇᴀᴅ~

Yami continued his forward-march down the hall, his hand flicking his pocket-knife around rather dangerously. He didn't really care if he were to be seen - considering his spider-senses were telling him that the fecal matter was about to make direct fucking contact with the goddamn spinning gyroscope within the next nanohours. Within seconds, the office came into sight, along with the massive, gaping entrance to the school's glass entrance. "What?" he muttered, watching a group of teachers walk down by the gate, seemingly arguing with a rather rowdy KKK member, or maybe a communist. Shrugging, the boy kicked open the door to the office and practically lunged for the large, over-stuffed seat next to the mini television, dully noticing that the large office was practically empty of Principal Genesis.

"Wonder where that D-Bag went to now..." Yami sighed, placing his feet on the desk and bringing his hand up, mentally forcing the mini-fridge to open and get him a cold Sprite. That didn't happen, however, and he opened the fridge by himself and popped open a cold one, taking a sip as he stared at the TV, where the Channel 66 News was playing. An Irish man with long black hair was staring into the camera, talking in a deep, baritone voice,

"There has been Martial Lockdown. I repeat, Martial Lockdown. There has been a viral outbreak-"

He was cutoff by a screeching yell, the camera falling from the cameraman's hand. The Irish man crouched by the camera, his eyes still half-lidded and aloof. The skin around his face was now decomposing and green. "This has been Channel 66 news. I'm going to die now." The feed was abruptly ended.

"...Damn dude." Yami's voice, for once, was rather...subtle and shocked. He placed his feet down, turning his head sharply once he heard the sound of the barely-opened door being slammed into. Principal Genesis, previously a handsome African American War Veteran, was now a decomposing pile of mangled flesh, slowly walking towards the, admittedly, scared teenager. Yami, survival instincts kicking in, rolled over the large mahogany desk and threw his can of Sprite at the shambling undead's face, forcing it to the side. "Is this real?" He asked himself, staring down at his knife before looking back up and smirking wildly. The zombie disappeared in his mind's eye, becoming the ugly, rotten-fleshed fucker from Mount Fuji - one of the tribesmen who burned their house down.

"DIE!" He yelled, leaping over the table and basically spearing the zombie onto the floor. The door closed, and as Yami began brutally stabbing the unholy shit out of the zombie's eyesockets and forehead, ignoring it's heavy shoves and smacks, the door to the entrance of the school was burst open by a sudden horde of undead. Students screamed, teachers yelled.

The undead invaded.

Just a couple of ideas

Alrighty, gotcha. Welp, I'm totally interested. If I'm not here tomorrow, and the OOC is created for the First Plot, do you mind reserving me the element of Fire? (Unless, of course, you decided to make a Darkness/Shadow/Void element; in that case, I'd like that reserved? ^^)

Just a couple of ideas

I'd be interested in the first idea. It seems really cool.

The second idea is also cool. Sign me up for both~

Regarding the first one - what are all of the elements that will be developed? And I'm guessing that, if it's just the original four elements, we will stop the RP at four players? Over-stuffed RP's usually die out relatively quickly, after all...