Futuristic Children of Heartland Reboot (X-Men Inspired RP)

[Walliver]

There was never a dull morning at the Institute for Exceptional Beings. Sure, there were quiet mornings- coffee and hot cocoa, gathered around the TV for Saturday morning cartoons- but even those were never dull. This morning, however, was not very quiet. Several pleas of “cinnamon rolls” had reached his ears by the time he stepped into the kitchen. Philomena often joked that his real superpower was baking- sometimes he wondered if she was right.

The smell of cinnamon, allspice, and nutmeg covered the kitchen like a warm blanket. He hummed quietly, rolling out dough and sprinkling spice in practiced motions that had been perfected over the years. He wouldn’t say he was a master baker- or even on the same level as some home bakers. He just knew that his kids- the students- really enjoyed when he made them. What other reason did he need?

“Warning, affectionate coworker coming through!” Edith’s voice reached him before he was crushed in a hug. He hummed, returning the hug- albeit with less intensity. “Good morning, Edith.” Noah spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. She gave him another quick hug before strolling over to the counter. “Thanks for the coffee, dear.” she smiled, picking up her favorite mug. “No problem.” he nodded, checking on the oven timer.

“Hey, kids! The rolls are almost done! I think this batch might be the best one yet!”

Faster than lightning, the pounding of footsteps could be heard upstairs. Noah laughed, letting the content feeling spread from his heart and settle over him, a shield against the negativity that tended to pervade his thoughts. He leaned on the counter next to Edith, waiting for the telltale ring of the timer.

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

Simon comes in with a pair of earbuds in his ears, strung down to his phone as he listens to his morning set of tunes. He rolls into the kitchen ahead of time, gotta beat the rush if you want to have first pick. The young man waves at Edith and Noah as he crashes into a chair, lounging as he lets the smells of baking wash over him. He grins at the two adults, that old mischievous smirk on his face, his elbow on the table and his head resting in his palm.

"So, how's the lovebirds' morning going today?"

He still wasn't sure why Noah bothered with denials; it was so blatantly obvious at this point. He wasn't sure why anyone else believed Noah about that sort of thing either. Maybe they just didn't think Noah had it in him to lie? Eh. Whatever. It was roll time, not contemplation time.

 

[aikoscurse]

Molly was awoken by the clanging of pots and pans beneath her room, which was just above the kitchen. The aroma of fresh baked goods consisting of cinnamon, all spice, and nutmeg had drifted through the air ventilation, pumping the childhood memories of cinnamon rolls right into her senses. Noah had rightfully been claimed as the master chef from within the fortified institution, whipping up various food items for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But! His most celebrated and notable creation was those gorgeous cinnamon rolls. With a bright smile across her plump rosy lips she sat up and hopped right out of bed

Her quick footsteps could’ve been heard rushing down the staircase- well a mixture between running and trying not to slip. When she got to the kitchen she slid into the room via her socks, wearing an oversized sweater and pj shorts underneath. “Are those. . . cinnamon rolls I smell, Father?” Molly looked devilishly at Noah, quickly putting back on a more neutral face upon seeing both Edith and Simon “Oh- hey! Good morning y’all!”

She shuffled her way over towards the table to sit next to Simon. “Are you talking about them dating?” She leaned in while she spoke in a soft whisper “Because it’s totally true”

 

[Top11]

Jax could hear the ruckus and banging downstairs over his running shower, deciding to cut it short, and got dressed. Slipping on a pair of black sweatpants, along with a black tank top, making his way down the stairs and to the kitchen a bit slow his Left ankle sore from this mornings session in the pit. “ I hope these rolls save this sh*tty morning!” he mumbled as his nose is filled with the warm, sweet scent of all the spices that has became notorious throughout the institution, looking around the kitchen he seen Edith, Molly, Simon, and of course Noah in chef form.



“Good morning everyone.” He said solemnly as he made his way over to the table plopping down next to Molly, and Simon. Jax didn’t bother to interject in whatever Molly was whispering into Simon’s ear sitting quietly bouncing his left leg in an attempt to work the soreness out, while growing a bit impatient by the smell of the nearly finished cinnamon rolls teasing his stomach.

 

[PlusUltra]

The seemingly ever-present presence of Cecilia would emerge once more with the soft clicking of porcelain on the counter and it was only now the strong scent of coffee that would fill the air. The seemingly monochrome girl was dressed in her usual gothic style, snow-white hair cascading casually down her front. If she had been there all along, was still upstairs or was even there at all was something that was often difficult to confirm given her memetic nature, though she gave no immediate movement as more and more people began filling downstairs, instead content in her own silence for now while idly flicking through her phone.

Harmony however would prove to be the antithesis of her name as two slivers of translucent material speared several pieces of fruit each before returning to the hand and mouth of the long azure haired girl dropping from the side of the stairs. Not breaking their stride she glided through the kitchen in the direction of the opposing door with what looked to be a toolset in her free hand, her hair secured in twin long braids that floated behind her as she moved with a muffled greeting through the pastry in her mouth.

 

[Nothingness]

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Turning onto one side for several minutes only for the sun to shine through the curtains of his room causing him to turn to his other side just to hear the sounds of his alarm clock followed by the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen nearby. Pulling the covers over his head did nothing but muffle the sounds. Finally, the male sat up on his mattress with his legs crossed and his hair sticking in absolutely every possible direction. He had one eye open while his other had remained closed the entire time. Even if he didn't see his own reflection, he knew how he looked and he did not care whatsoever. He barely got any sleep as it was due to a constant nightmare returning for the past several nights recently. Rubbing his closed eye just enough for him to finally open both even if it was only half, he soon pulled the hood of his pajamas over his head just to hide his obvious bedhead before helping himself out bed and making his way to the bathroom to wash up.

Even after getting clean, Alex hadn't been awake enough mentally to even know exactly what day it was let alone what time it was. All he knew was that he wanted something refreshing to drink and find out who was making all that ruckus in the kitchen.
Walking barefoot out of his room and wandering down the halls, Alex kept both his arms behind his head while he mumbled the lyrics to a song underneath his breath the whole way down the corridors, only greeting other students with a nod of his head rather than stopping his own song.

"Well me father often told me when I was just a lad.
A sailor's life is very hard, the food is always bad.
But now I've joined the navy, I'm aboard a man-o-war.
And Now I've found a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore--"
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Continuing his mumbling of the song until he had finally reached the source of the sounds; only to find none that it was none other than Noah along with a few other students and other staff members all gathered with one another. Finally, being in the same room, the scent of cinnamon was quick to catch Alex's attention causing him to give a light cough due to his overwhelming need of a drink. "Morning all! Don't mind me, just grabbing a drink." With that one greeting, he returned to his mumbling song as he was quick to head over towards the nearest cabinet of cups before heading to the fridge and pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Standing by the fridge just to enjoy his drink while those around him conversed with one another.

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Turning onto one side for several minutes only for the sun to shine through the curtains of his room causing him to turn to his other side just to hear the sounds of his alarm clock followed by the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen nearby. Pulling the covers over his head did nothing but muffle the sounds. Finally, the male sat up on his mattress with his legs crossed and his hair sticking in absolutely every possible direction. He had one eye open while his other had remained closed the entire time. Even if he didn't see his own reflection, he knew how he looked and he did not care whatsoever. He barely got any sleep as it was due to a constant nightmare returning for the past several nights recently. Rubbing his closed eye just enough for him to finally open both even if it was only half, he soon pulled the hood of his pajamas over his head just to hide his obvious bedhead before helping himself out bed and making his way to the bathroom to wash up.

Even after getting clean, Alex hadn't been awake enough mentally to even know exactly what day it was let alone what time it was. All he knew was that he wanted something refreshing to drink and find out who was making all that ruckus in the kitchen.
Walking barefoot out of his room and wandering down the halls, Alex kept both his arms behind his head while he mumbled the lyrics to a song underneath his breath the whole way down the corridors, only greeting other students with a nod of his head rather than stopping his own song.

"Well me father often told me when I was just a lad.
A sailor's life is very hard, the food is always bad.
But now I've joined the navy, I'm aboard a man-o-war.
And Now I've found a sailor, ain't a sailor anymore--"

Continuing his mumbling of the song until he had finally reached the source of the sounds; only to find none that it was none other than Noah along with a few other students and other staff members all gathered with one another. Finally, being in the same room, the scent of cinnamon was quick to catch Alex's attention causing him to give a light cough due to his overwhelming need of a drink. "Morning all! Don't mind me, just grabbing a drink." With that one greeting, he returned to his mumbling song as he was quick to head over towards the nearest cabinet of cups before heading to the fridge and pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Standing by the fridge just to enjoy his drink while those around him conversed with one another.
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[Walliver]

Noah’s smile widened, pointedly ignoring Simon’s comment. He knew it was all in good fun anyway, they were just friends after all- even if he had to coach his heart into maintain its rhythm around her, even if he couldn’t help but worry every time she tried to look into someone’s past or future- no of course they were just friends. He had known her for more than half his life, she was practically family. More like family than his real brethren, he thought bitterly, the cloud of bad memories condensing in his chest to keep from spilling out into everyone else.

Other memories surfaced along with his brother, memories of prison, of torture, of waking up on an operating table. He rubbed the center of his chest, the apex of his autopsy scar, willing away the bad feelings. He looked around the room, to Molly, to Edith, to the students still half-asleep. This was good. This was safe.

“You okay?” Edith touched his arm, eyes crinkled with concern. “I-“ the timer for the cinnamon rolls rang out loudly through the kitchen. He put on oven mitts and pulled the trays out of the oven one by one. There were three trays in total, considering each kid would want at least two, it would probably last two days- three at most. “Hey, single file line. Simon, Molly, Jackson, you’re in front- in that order!” he waved them over. “The rest of you, follow behind. There will be no ‘accidents’ this morning, are we clear?”

He watched as each of them scrambled to get in line for the rolls.

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

Simon strolls into his rightful place at the head of the line, grinning at Noah as he reaches out with a ready pair of tongs to load a pair of cinnamon rolls onto his plate. He winks at older man knowingly, not really put off by the attempt to brush it off. He wasn't blind enough not to notice that moment of... something, but Noah already had Edith to fuss over him like a mother hen. Simon? Simon had one simple role, which was to be the absolute life of the party until Noah, and anyone else for that matter, forgot all about those troubles and issues. He clicks his fingers as he leans in, whispering conspiratorially.

"Y'know there's this new really nice Italian place in town, you two could check it out tonight for takeout. Mutant friendly too~. Great for a night away from the kids!"

Then he whirls away back to his table to feast, eating them along with a glass of milk. Ah, a good morning's work of niggling Noah, and he had all the rest of the day to work on things! He looks around the kitchen, chuckling and drumming his fingers on the table while his mouth is half-full of cinnamon roll.

"Scho, anyone got plans for today? I called the Pit for this afternoon already."

 

[aikoscurse]

Molly stood up in quick excitement excitement from her chair. She swiftly tied up her hair into a messy bun atop of her head, two blonde strands of hair on each side her her face, framing her rounded visage. Those rounded blue doe eyes of hers brightly lit up upon seeing the steaming, golden brown breakfast pastry. She plopped one of the hot cinnamon rolls onto her plate before walking around the table and giving Noah a daughterly kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks pops. These look great as always” She nodded with a bright smile before walking back to her seat, to take a big bite of her freshly baked breakfast. Molly gave a quick glance towards Jax, offering a small smile, sitting back down. She heard Simon ask his question about student plans “Oh…uh i have to replant the garden if anyone wants to help out

 

[StorytellerLathos]

Clarence wandered around the school's halls, loosely 'organizing' some papers by shoving them into the small journal in his hands. He gave a sigh, all of it was still so surreal even a month in. Meeting all these new, slightly terrifying, people and being away from home for so long. Everyone had been nice for the most part, the biggest adjustment was really all the chaos around, but even without that he still wondered from time to time if this was really a good idea. The thought was cut off completely by the sound coming from the kitchen, it was pretty late to be eating though, had to be about midnight by now. He looked around for a clock and gave himself a quick smack to the head with the journal before rushing to join the others. The smell of the cinnamon rolls was absolutely delightful but he wasn't very hungry so he took a seat before giving a smile and silent wave to everyone.

He spoke in a more hushed, whisper-like tone, "Morning guys." Clare returned to his book and the mess of papers now stuck inside, keeping an ear out for the morning's conversations. Simon's question caught his attention, he normally didn't have many plans and just played assistant for whoever needed help. Seemed like Molly might be who he'll be tagging along with, he jotted down what she was gonna be up to alongside Simon's mention of the Pit, he wanted to see what else would pop up.

 

[Nothingness]

Mood -- Bored | Curious
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The entire time Alex stood by the refrigerator taking sips from his drink he half listened to those around him all while staring and twirling the orange liquid in his cup till it formed a small whirlpool-like appearance down the center of the cup. It wasn't until one of students spoke up in questioning nearly everyone in the current vicinity about what types of plans they had for the day. The very one that brought up the question appeared to have been heading to the pit while another was going to be tending the garden. This caused Alex to realize that he didn't exactly have any plans after-all and notice that he was sure enough he didn't have any classes to attend today. Pondering on what he could do in the institution, quite literally nothing came to mind. With the fact of knowing he had nothing to do here, why not head out.

"Hey, Noah. I'm heading into town. Going to go for a little walk and some fresh air. Don't worry, I'll be back before it gets TOO dark." Even if the other students here had considered Noah like a father figure, considering how Alex was raised and how he grew up; it was going to be a long time before he ever considered this man a father figure in any sense to him. For all he knew, everyone at the academy was still a stranger to him, the only reason he considered any of them even closely resembling family was because he had lived at the institution for almost half of his life now. "Don't wait up!" Even as he attempted to form a joke, part of him strained to even so much as converse that much with any of them. From there, he finished his drink with a quick chug heading back to his room to get changed into something more comfortable.

Once suited and ready to go, Alex was quick to take his leave through the faster and easiest way to get out of the place, which just so happen to have been the front door. By the time he had reached the courtyard, having two the guards standing at the exit questioning him where he was headed only had Alex exhale a heavy sigh before cocking a brow at the two. "I'm going out for a walk. Can I go now?" As he informed the guards of him leaving the campus grounds, one stated that he would call for a chaperone to come and escort him around the town. Quickly raising a hand to stop the guard from doing so, Alex simply shook his head in response. "I do not need a chaperone. I. Am. Going. For. A. Walk." Speaking as slowly as he could to the guard as if he were speaking to a child, the guard was quick to nod just by the intense glare that Alex gave off before the two opened the front gates and allowed the male to take his 'walk'.​

 

[Top11]

Hearing the timer Jax rose to his feet just Noah called out his name, grabbing a plate he loaded up three of the sweet rolls and turned around back towards the table, plopping down he heard Molly mention something about gardening. Taking a second to contemplate his answer over a cinnamon roll he came to the conclusion he’d help. ” As long as we make it quick.” he said taking another big bite of the roll.

Jax didn’t really connect with too many in the institute he favored Morgan often calling him Old man, he would spar with Bastian from time to time, but no one could get him to do more embarrassing things than Molly. Simon was the prankster but the kid sure racked up the training hours with the best of them. ”Thanks Noah they weren’t your best but they were close.” he said finishing his cinnamon rolls.

 

[PlusUltra]

Taking another slow silent drink from her cup she makes no motion to head for the pastry. After a moment though Cecilia finally looks up from her phone through her free hand and dances a finger along the surface of what seems to be some form of card game, a closer look revealing it to be poker again. While otherwise innocuous it may actually answer how the girl seemed to afford the mass amount of books, clothing and other items without the school's support.

"Accidents no, Intentional recklessness with the outcome known but ignored? almost certainly." speaking finally in her soft refined accent, though it was likely only certain faculty that knew she was actually American despite sounding otherwise. She seemed to casually gesture to the rear door with a faint shift of her head before giving a soft shrug.

"After all limited access to a resource may lead to the seeking of an alternative, and/or unstrained enthusiastic experimentation in training leading to...unforeseen consequences. Though as for myself, I will make use of my time in a constructive manner."

Casting her gaze across the room she idly took in the several spectral apparitions above each of the school's members. Ones that had only become steadily more apparent as time went on, though as if seeing something she slowly adjusts a few stray strands of hair that had fallen across her cheek out of sight before going silent once more in favour of her usual unique brand of anthropology.

 

[Walliver]

Flickers of apprehension mixed with boredom, with a dash of motivation for the day. For a moment, Noah let the guise of “sort-of father” slip off and let “dutiful teacher take its place”. “Remember you’ve got a lecture in mutant history tomorrow. Might wanna use some of your free time today to do some studying.” he mentioned, somewhat offhandedly. Noah set down his own cup of coffee, still half-full, and exited the room with a wave. “I’ll be down in the lab if anyone needs me.”

Edith watched him leave with a frown, setting her coffee down as well. She looked down at her watch, sighing. “Well, I’m off to work. You kids be good, don’t commit any felonies or burn down the Institute before I get back.” she made her way down the hall, stopping at her room to pick up her purse and sneakers for when her day at the office was over. She didn’t feel right leaving, but what could she do? The Institute needed to get its funds somehow, and the business would drown without her. The guards let her through on first glance, one escorting her to her car. She drove away, uneasy knowing she wouldn’t be back for hours.

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

"Yo, Princess, we also got that appointment in the PIt this afternoon after you do your gardening remember?"

Simon munches on his last roll, looking to Molly. She tended to try to blow off their training sessions together if he didn't go out of his way to remind her. He... understood how she felt about their powers. And yeah, they were dangerous. Dangerous beyond imagination. But they couldn't just run from the problem for the entirety of their lives, it'd always be there. They just had to make the best of it. It wasn't like there were zero perks to their powers after all. He points to her with a finger, thinking about it. They had a 'rotation' on what they would practice together, various different exercises.

"It's Field... no, Boulder-movement practice this time, yeah."

 

[aikoscurse]

“I told you to stop calling me princess, doofus. Also yeah I remembered about training” She stood from her seat to out her plate into the sink, lightly smacking Simon atop of the head with a subtle chuckle as she did so. Her relationships had been all over the place. There was Noah, her adopted father who she was very close to. Then we had Simon, acting like her annoying younger brother, calling her ‘princess’ and sneaking her leftover food. Molly gave a nod towards Jax upon hearing his offering of support with the garden. Oh Jax. The two of them were close. She was able to do stupid things with him like playing hide-and-seek and take ridiculous selfies. Cecilia and Molly weren’t too too close, but they had a bond. Cecilia was smart and strong willed in her own way.

“Yeah, we’ll be quick. There’s not too too much to work on” She looked to where alex had once stood and said a quick “be safe” but realized he had already slipped out of the kitchen. Alex to Molly was still opening up to institution. She wasn’t going to bother him about anything simply due to the fact they all had different upbringings. “Oh, hey Clarence. Good morning”

Molly gave a small wave, looking over her shoulder towards another fellow student. Clarence was sorta quiet and a bit more introverted- at least in Mollys eyes, but through the time knowing him the two became friends. The students at the institution were here family. Sure there was dumb drama every once in a while but that never tore them apart!

 

[Simon Strut]

Dr Morgan J Haywood
47 | Male | Celestial | Telepath | Zach Galifianakis
Interacting with: Maxwell Terrence [NPC]
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Somewhere in Sutton Park, Sutton Coldfield...

"There aren't any wild wolves in England, Max," Morgan called out into the woods. It was one of those rare sunny afternoons: just warm enough to feel uncomfortable in his tweed suit, but not warm enough to remove any layers. "So imagine my surprise when I came across reports of wolf sightings in Sutton Park."

He took a moment to take in his surroundings. It was strange to be back in Britain after so long. The air had a familiar dull tang and the sky was its usual shade of grey despite the sun.

Sutton Park was popular, and with the weather being as decent as it was, there were plenty of people about. Still, the park was big enough that no one was within earshot. They weren't out of Morgan's psychic range, however, and indeed British people did think in their British accents. The familiarity wasn't as comforting as he'd thought it would be. The nearest person Morgan could sense was a falconer about a quarter of a mile north. That was, of course, excluding Max who was merely a few feet away, skulking behind the trees.

Morgan shrugged and raised a finger. The ground behind him rose in unison, forming a seat for him to firmly plant himself down on. He took a moment to light a cigarette, take a drag, and exhale through his nose. "I can sense you, Max. You know I can."

Max didn't move for a moment. But then Morgan spied a pair of yellow eyes gliding out of the darkness. Max's wolf form was perhaps a little larger than a wolf should be, its black and grey fur matted and unkempt. As he stepped into the light, his body shifted—front legs first, into human arms, then his shoulders, torso, back legs, and finally his head. It all happened in the space of a second or two, and then there he was. Maxwell Terrence. In all his... very naked glory. Morgan averted his gaze.

"What?" Max asked, "It's nothing you haven't seen before." He leaned against a tree, not bothering to cover himself up. Morgan supposed living in an animal's body for god knew how many years would rid a man of his modesty. Or maybe Max was just teasing him.

Morgan shifted uncomfortably, "You're a difficult man to track down—"

"Skip the pleasantries, mate. What do you want?"

Morgan took another deep drag of his cigarette. Seeing Max like this ignited some old memories that he'd rather not think about. He pulled an envelope from his breast pocket.

"I haven't seen you in almost a decade," Morgan said, reaching out with the envelope, "so kindly sign the divorce papers you've been ignoring, and I'll be on my way."

Max stayed quiet for a moment, looking up at the clouds rolling past. "And what if I don't? Are you going to reach into my mind and force me to do it? You aren't adverse to that sort of behaviour."

"That." Morgan gritted his teeth. "Was different."

Max sneered and tore open the envelope, skimming over the pages. "So how are you finding Heartland? Melted any brains yet?"

Morgan ignored him. For some reason, he didn't expect Max to still be so cold towards him. He supposed he should have known better.

"I'm not signing this." Max crumpled the papers and threw them over his shoulder.

Morgan clenched his fist to try and stop himself from doing something he knew he'd regret. Instead he threw away the butt of his cigarette and lit another. "Sign the papers," he repeated.

Max shook his head. "You don't deserve anything from me. You're the man who ruined everything. You're the man who gets everything he wants because he can control anyone's mind—"

"Where's this coming from?!"

"—You're still the same lying, manipulative prick. A doctor of global ethics? You're a fucking joke, Morgan."

"I'm not that person anymore," he replied, quietly.

Max shook his head. "Remember the Limassol Massacre?"

Hold it together, Morgan. He's just trying to get to you...

"Forty-eight people dead, Morgan! Dead!" Max continued, "Most of them were families. Kids. Why? Just because you felt like throwing a tantrum."

At those words, Morgan shot to his feet. "That is not what happened. And you know it."

"That is exactly what happened!" Max shouted, storming up to him. "You are the most selfish, vile human on the face of this earth. If your mother could–"

That's enough.

Max's head drooped. He stayed like that for a moment, barely able to keep himself standing, before his legs folded and he fell unconscious.

Tears stung at Morgan's eyes. This... Hadn't gone anywhere near how he had expected. For a moment, he debated whether or not to wake Max up. Then a text came through on his phone. It was Noah, telling him that the cinnamon rolls were getting cold.

He shook his head. He'd gotten up a couple hours ago to fly to England. He supposed he should get back to Heartland faster.

With his eyes closed in concentration and a grunt of effort, Morgan reached out with his telekinesis, beyond air, beyond light, until he grasped the fabric of space. Then with a twist, he folded it upon himself.

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When Morgan opened his eyes again, he stood just outside the kitchen door. The smell of cinnamon was prominent, if faded, but the students voices, their minds, drew his focus. He seemed to have missed Edith, feeling her mind leaving the grounds. Noah, where was Noah? Ah, the lab.

Morgan brought his mind back to where he was. With another flash of telekinesis, he dried his eyes. And with a deep breath, he opened the kitchen door.

 

[Nothingness]

Location -- Town outside of institution
Mood -- Remorseful
Outfit -- [---Click Here---]
Interactions -- Open
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After stepping through the front gates after nearly having to threaten the guards that stood there, Alex continued on his way down the sidewalk while scratching the back of his head in the process. He was never a fan of threatening others that he knew did not deserve it but being escorted around by someone he did not know or the possibility of being told he wasn't allowed to leave by a guard just was not going to sit well with him. He'd have to make sure to see if he could get something to at least show some sort of an apology to them. While lost in thought during his walk down the sidewalk, the sudden sensation of movement under his clothing soon caused Alex to snap out of his own thought bubble only to find it was none other than Yumi, his little chipmunk companion who crawled her way out from one of his sleeves only to climb her way up and take a seat upon his right shoulder, in her small paws was a cashew nut she munched on the entire time. "Ah, good morning Yumi. Did you sleep alright?" Of course, Alex did not expect his companion to be able to actually respond to him while she nibbled onto the nut in her tiny paws. The mere sight of this was enough to have Alex let a low chuckle leave his lips as he continued down the path before him.

Throughout the rest of his walk, Alex had constantly shifted his gaze at the scenery around him as he took in the fresh air and his general surroundings. The morning wasn't too hot and yet it wasn't too cold either, now if only the fog had just lifted, everything would be much more refreshing. Suddenly, out of absolutely nowhere, a random stranger had bumped into him causing his chipmunk companion to nearly fall off his shoulders if she hadn't hung on to his clothing. Stumbling back a bit only to focus his attention onto who had bumped into him, it appeared to have been a middle-aged man in a dirtied suit and tie that had been unbuttoned and tie loosened, his hair was a complete mess and he looked as though he hadn't taken a shower in weeks. In one hand was a bottle of booze uncapped while the other had an empty open suitcase, his eyes looked bloodshot, and it almost looked like he hadn't slept for the past several days. Rather than question him, Alex only took several steps back from the man who drunkenly approached him without a word either.

"Y-*hic*You...get back h-*hic*here, you...This is-*hic* all your fault! I've lost everything because of you! You and you god-forsaken mutants!" Smashing the bottle of booze against the metal fence of the institution till he practically held a weapon in hand, the stranger held the sharpened end of the bottle towards Alex who by this point continued to back away without so much as a word. He showed no fear on his face, rather simply just staring blankly at the man as though he were staring straight through him.
Just as the strange man charged at him with the weapon, Alex was quick to extend one of his arms towards the metal fencing beside him just to have one of the stakes unroot itself from the ground and coil multiple times around the man, binding his arms against his body and causing him to lose his balance only to finally fall to the floor cursing at Alex who stood over the man with an apologetic expression across his face.

Making sure his small companion was not injured by giving her a light scratch on the top of her head, Alex stepped over the man's squirming body just to continue on his way. Knowing well enough that the authorities will take care of this or possibly someone from the institution will notice the random squirming tied up body right in front and come out to help.
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[Xen6n]

Location -- Plane heading for Washington
Mood -- Impatient
Interactions -- Open​

After leaving his uncle to attend this godforsaken institute, which he was still reluctant to attend, Bastian quickly began to feel down again. However, he promised his uncle, and he simply didn't have the wherewithal to break it; after all, he practically looked out for him and showed him his genuine affection, so it was as though he owed him everything. The commotion in the plane didn't help his mood and the kid kicking his seat repeatedly was itching him to pull out his uncle's spear from the top cabin compartment. He sighed, put on his earbuds, and sat back on the seat, thinking about where he was headed as he peered out the window. His uncle didn't say much about the place other than to say that it was a school for people like us; he mentioned two other schools, but this one was more lenient than the others.

Because Bastian and his uncle held many citizenships in various nations (including some that were legal), they frequently traveled. His uncle, Kain, was an adventure-loving man who would certainly struggle mightily to settle down in a tranquil lifestyle. Even when things were difficult, his uncle would still crack a joke or two to cheer Bastian, whom he nicknamed a grumpy noot noot. He simply loved experiencing everything the earth had to offer, which is why he admired his uncle so much. It was therefore not surprising that they were still in France when Bastian had to depart for the Institute; yet, he hoped that his uncle was doing alright considering he regularly got into fights.

If there was anything he was looking forward to, it was discovering the various capabilities that each person possessed—less so the individuals themselves and more the nature and extent of their abilities. He didn't give it much thought when he heard that there were some S-Tiers and A-Tiers present because he had learned that as powerful as they are, they can also be rather haughty and gullible. Therefore, he had no interest in meeting them or learning more about them. Instead, he would probably try speaking with D Tiers or C Tiers to learn more about the area because, in his experience, most of them are fairly pleasant. Sure most people would call him out on judging people based on their tier but this was him speaking on his experience, so he didn't give a flying f*ck if anyone was offended. Bastian was thankful for his training with his uncle to learn how to create inborn psychic shields in his head because he disliked it when people tried to probe into his personal life.

When Bastian was thinking deeply, he developed the habit of repeatedly shaking his right leg, which he was starting to do at the moment. He remembered that when he was younger, the students sitting next to him would poke at him during examinations to stop. It wasn't a symptom of anxiousness, simply something he did to relax so he could focus on what's thinking. This memory made him think about his father and made him wonder whether he could still convince him that he was worth his time. He remembered sending his father cards and messages informing him of his time spent with his uncle, but he never received a response. He ultimately stopped, but a part of him still yearned for his father's affection. If only his mother had been there, she might have been able to convince him otherwise.

The mention of his mother caused him to get a bit teary-eyed as he made a quick motion to wipe his eyes. "Fuck, I'm such a mess", he muttered to himself as a small chuckle came from him, trying to ease the tension off of himself as he laid back and sighed again, hoping this flight would finish.

 

[DjalliLulezon]

Location: Plane heading for Washington
Interactions: Xen6n

Valmir's current feelings towards the flight were confusing. On one hand, he had never flown before and so the experience was exciting. On the other, he had never flown before, and so the experience was terrifying. He and the other passengers were thousands of feet up in the air, and the only thing keeping them from falling down into the blue abyss was some metal wings. It's not like he'd have to worry about dying should the plane crash, but if there was one thing he hated it was the sinking feeling in your stomach when you fall down from major heights, such as a roller coaster. Given they were in a plane at least 30,000 feet in the air, he had no doubt that sinking feeling would feel particularly awful.

He felt at home on the ground, where your feet had a solid surface beneath them. But then again, he would be one of the first in his family to finally leave Europe, and so he'd have to push pass the anxiety he felt, and try his best to enjoy the experience. His father told him many times fear was a useful emotion, but not one you should allow to control you. Taking a deep breath, he made his body start to relax as he counted down from ten in his head. By the time he reached one, he found that his anxiety had nearly vanished, just barely hanging on to remind him that he was in a metal tube stuck in the sky for who knows how long. At least he wasn't as afraid as before.

The flight he was currently one was leaving from France, the nation he had previously called home. He and his family moved there from their native country about a year or two ago, and if he was being honest, he hated it. The people weren't the kindest towards him and his family, and a lot of times he found them mocking his attempts to learn their language. Valmir was more than ready to leave France, but he had no idea what might await him in the United States. He knew a lot of his people had moved there, so that gave him the idea that perhaps Americans were more accepting, but he couldn't say anything for sure. Valmir was once living in a small village, and now he was traveling across the Atlantic. Suffice it to say, he was out of his element.

It was then he heard the passenger next to him speak. Valmir knew a little English, and from what he could gather the passenger wasn't in the best of moods. Maybe they could help distract each other.

"Are you okay? You seem....upset." He said with a noticeable accent.

 

[Xen6n]

Location -- Plane heading for Washington
Mood -- Curious
Interactions -- D DjalliLulezon ​

Sitting up and removing one of the earbuds, it took a good second for Bastian to figure out that the person next to him was talking to him. But when he really looked at them he realized how deep in thought he was, he didn't even realize they were also a mutant, an A-tier Metamorph specifically. Which surprised him because he usually is able to pick up on it subconsciously, his amber eyes had a low but purple hue to them as he looked at the guy, as he was trying to find out more about their mutant status. The boy seemed to be older than Bastian, but that's just him speaking about how attractive they were, so if he were to guess they were probably going to the Institue or somewhere, which he also wanted to do. His confused look turned to a curious one as he sat back and replied to the fellow mutant. "Well, I'm not exactly thrilled to be going where I'm going.", he crossed his arms in defiance but reluctantly uncrossed them, not wanting to make them feel he doesn't want to talk. This is rare, but something about them and how he's bottling all this emotion makes him more inclined to at least talk to the guy.

"The name's Bastian by the way", he added and took out the other earbud and turned to face them now, looking at them as if he was trying to look for something, which he was doing.

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

Scene: The Pit
Interaction: Simon and Molly's Joint Training Session
aikoscurse

The Pit after Simon used it was always a bit of a mess. A large crystal jutted out of a wall, entangled with threads of iron, the product of some mishap from a spell gone a bit awry. There are deep rents in the walls and ground of the pit, like an enormous hand had gouged out chunks of the earth, while a flock of glowing glass birds flutters overhead, pulsing in every color of the rainbow as they slowly circle. Occasionally, one of them winks out of existence as the energy sustaining them peters out. For his part, Simon sat on a small rock that had survived his experimentation, setting up their usual training system for this exercise, his wrists encircled by rings of light as he utilizes a telekinetic force. Tearing chunks of earth out of the walls came naturally enough, each chunk in all different sizes and shapes, and there were a series of targets on the ground. Xs spray-painted onto the dirt. Designated spots where you were supposed to move whichever chunk of earth you chose. There was also a long line carved into the ground that moved in various zig-zag, curved, and spiral ways, intended for one to move a chunk over and following the line as a control exercise.

Simon turns as Molly comes in, waving at the other student, grinning the way he always did.

"Yo. Everything's set up for us to do some practice."

 

[aikoscurse]

Scene: The Pit
Interaction: Molly and Simon’s Joint Training Session ThatWhichShouldBe

Molly had finished up her gardening just a couple minutes ago, but she did have time to change into more appropriate athletic attire. Upon entering the pit she had seen all the chaos Simon had been setting up for the twos training exercises, giving the scene a subtle shake of her head. It was never understood to her how and why Simon was so keen on absolutely destroying the pit, but I guess that’s what the pit was for, to destroy with intense training. Walking over to Simon she sighed, stretching her arms, slowly growing anxious at the thought of using her powers. “Is all this stuff really necessary for training? Don’t you think this is a bit…much?”

She looked over at Simon from the mess created, whilst pulling her hair into a low ponytail. Her powers over the years had developed to become a threat- or at least just a threat in her eyes. This power she possessed was purely based on destruction with a small exception, those nifty force fields of hers, but that was it.

 

[DjalliLulezon]

Location: Plane heading to Washington
Interactions: Xen6n

It seemed the other person was in a talkative mood, which was fortunate for Valmir as he shifted his body slightly to better focus on the boy. "Then I suppose we are in a similar boat. The place I'm going to is not exactly a tourist spot." The boy seemed to be a bit more comfortable in the plane, so hopefully that meant he could tell that the plane was fine for now at least. However, he noticed a look on the boys face, like he was searching for something in Valmir. It kind of put him off, so he tried to interrupt it by introducing himself as well.

"Valmir, nice to meet you. So, do you mind telling me what you plan on doing in Washington?" Something about Bastian felt weird to Valmir. While he wasn't as perceptive as Bastian, it didn't take a genius to figure out that Bastian wasn't the same as everyone else. Maybe he was just being paranoid due to the flight. "Is there something on my face? You are looking at me a bit strangely."

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

Scene: The Pit
Interaction: Simon and Molly's Joint Training Session
aikoscurse

"We gotta push our control over our abilities, right? It's like a muscle. If you don't strain it or use it, it won't ever grow. It'll just... atrophy."

Simon walks up next to Molly, before performing a series of circular gestures. It was one of the first things he'd mastered, a basic, basic 'spell' of his. Something to defend and protect while doing crazy stuff like this. A dome of concentrating rings of light forms over them, a resilient shield to protect them from any mistakes or blowback of Molly's practice. A necessary safety precaution, with how destructive a slip of Molly's abilities could be. He looks to her, gesturing towards the boulders and rocks, and crossing his arms. Molly feared her abilities, and he got that. He feared his own abilities himself. But she was so reluctant to... believe in them. To think of them as anything but a part of her, something that could be used for good as much as ill.

"Alright. The exercise today's simple; move a boulder to the middle of each of those X's, and then follow the path of that line with each of the chunks. Pretty simple control exercise, alright?"