Astrella's Boarding School for the Powered ~ Class T-222

[WeaselThor]

Miss patriot

Gwen had managed to get to the class a bit early, good thing too as she was exhausted. Sleep didnt come easy last night...she had spent so long sleeping in a sitting position due to working all night that the flat bed might as well have been made of concrete. She was vaguely aware of the sound of someone talking to the class but the sands of sleep were dragging her eyes down.

That was until her Phone started going nuts. Turned to full volume and vibrating loudly against the chair due to its positioning in her back pocket. "hmmm?" he groaned as she jolted awake, her cheeks turning rosey red as she wiped the drool from her cheek. However long she was out for the teacher was apparently done with her speech. She heard a boy say tempest and turned to look at him. "Did you send me this?" she asked pretty sure she had never given him her number.
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Spoiler: Vurudial

Vurudial looked down at his phone in irritation. It had been on silent. Opening it, he saw the message that, likely, everyone else had also gotten. Strange, but it only made him want to meet this Sudo person. The escape of Tempest didn't really concern him at all. Another Supervillain escaped... so what? Only the sorts of heroes or those who planned to work with him would care.

He set his phone back to silent and tucked it away, but not before glancing at the girl who had woken up. Vurudial hadn't noticed her before... perhaps he was too distracted right now. She was honestly fairly attractive, though, looking her over, the motif of her legs was a little annoying. Patriotic, much?

Hmm... actually... Patriot...? Did he know of her? Ah... it'd come to him eventually. No matter.

For now he tried to refocus himself on what the teacher had said. The irritating girl was an upperclassmen, a teacher's aid. That'd prove to be quite annoying in the future if he stayed on her bad side. A shame that she was like many super-intelligent individuals - socially impaired. He was no better in that regard, however. What else had she said?

She had shown off the other lab. It was good that they seemed as though they'd have their own space. Something something something based off the final. Ugh... and something "innovative and a betterment" to society. Lovely. So, make something that appeased his captors, essentially.

He raised his hand, ignoring the general confusion concerning phones in the class, "Referring to the final, and being required to make something that is, as you put it, a betterment... are weapons allowed? Or do you not consider something that would take out a villain swiftly a betterment? I want to be assured of how many directions I can go with this before I bother drawing up plans that would only be rejected."

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Spoiler: Mia

She was listening to the teacher quite intensely, wondering how they would start the class. The lab was incredible, and the thought of a Final already made her oh so nervous... but in a good way! She was excited!

Mia jumped at the sound of her phone and every other person's phone going off. Her big blue eyes looked around the room at the others, eyes settling on a girl who had been asleep. A quick search showed who she was. Miss Patriot. Wait, she had seen her before. She was Sir Glory's daughter.

She sighed a little and put on a smile, whispering to her, "Miss Patriot... are you alright?" Was that the right thing to do? Or should she call her by her civilian name? Was that too awkward? Oh gosh... too late now, right? Mia cleared her throat, an awkward movement, but one that she has seen humans do often, "Did you not get enough sleep? Six to nine hours?"

It was meant to come off as concern, but it was a little awkward in wording. Mia pulled her hair behind her shoulders as she continued to look at Miss Patriot, thinking of when she had seen her. Her Father and herself had gone to their house to talk to Sir Glory about... well... herself. She was so interesting to everyone, and those who were particularly interested in technology got very excited at the sight of her. Her Father was always very quiet and reserved, however, unwilling to explain too much.

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Ariana

Ariana was a little disheartened at Guyles rather childish, and rude comment on what he would be come. She found his statement I'll thoughtout and rather childish but before she could answer his or anyone else's questions or statements all the classes phones rang out. She was gonna get mad but quickly noticed it wasn't one of them it was all of them. Yumi simply dismissing her phone, reaching over to where it sat on the desk and silencing it without looking at it before going back to work. The next question that came from vurudial put her a little off to him. He knows this school. He should know lethal weapons are super frowned upon. Sighing Ariana spoke. "It depends on what kind of weapon. If you mean a lethal weapon then that is extremely shunned upon and there is no way you would keep your hero status or most likely your freedom and reputation if you did. We don't condone stooping to villains levels to defeat then. As a hero your job is to rise above the rest and show that good will always prevail." Ariana explained to him before she turned to Guyle and gave him a saddened look. "I'm sorry you think that way Guyle and am a little disappointed. You say you wish to become a hero yet you seem to deny your way of getting to your want. Making tech is the biggest asset of technology heroes which may I remind you I said you may use the tech yourself. The point isn't being a mechanic. It's using your unique abilities with technology to build things that solve problems some of the most powered up heroes couldn't." She said before turning back to the class with a gentle smile. Now she hopped that was through with. Looking over her students to see if anyone else had any questions​

 

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Another few hours pass since the alarming text message barrage, and class at least attempts to get back to normal. At around 2pm (it was 11am-ish), a loud bell rings out through the school. A voice comes up over the intercom, stating that, it is now Lunchtime, and that students should head to the cafeteria for food. Though this was a little later than a typical lunchtime, it was clearly normal, as the teachers had been expecting it. They let the students go to the cafeteria, many of them tagging along with.

Continue here: Cafeteria

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