Episode 2: Utter Mayhem

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory

Location: Facility 108 classroom


Nearby: Alexis, Viola, Ioana, Izzy, and Sevan


Mood: Touched first, then startled.


@s @Manic Muse @CloudyBlueDay @Aldur @Giyari @Suzuki Mine

If Aaron had been a betting man, he would have bet on an immediate and scathing response from Sevan, or a second angry outburst from Alexis, and would have been pleased with either outcome. For Isabelle to brave the room of older girls with such a heartfelt response however, left him absolutely speechless.


Well, more speechless anyway.


He waited with bated breath to see how the rest of the class would react. The entire chemistry and tone of the classroom going forward depended on this moment; would they accept her offering, or stomp on it? Even in the midst of the most horrific fights of the mid 2020s, he had never felt more concern over the outcome of a split second of time... and then there was a faint thump, out of time with the throbbing base from the Mental Discipline class, and the potential of the moment shorted out.


Isabelle hopped up from her chair and scurried to the door, ears forward, tail puffed up like a bottlebrush, eyes narrowed to slits. Aaron had always been more of a dog person, but even he could read body language as clear as that. Something was amiss. He felt a frisson of anticipation, and a familiar one. It had been almost two decades, but some feelings you just never forget. Then the music stopped. It wasn't just him and young 'Izzy' then. Asher felt it too. He heaved himself out of his chair and spoke quickly:


“Isabelle, wait a moment. Come away from the door please. If everyone would just hold still a moment?”


Aaron extended his arms out in a broad 'V' with his palms up and closed his eyes, concentrating. The tricky bit was to ignore the tugging of the moon and the sun which were still making his stomach do flip flops, trying to shake all that coffee back out of him. There were several ships passing through the bay, that was the next distraction to filter out. A few stray cars and trucks flitted across his awareness, but he brushed them aside almost as an afterthought. Here. Now. Local environment... There was a small group of signatures, barely detectable exiting Asher's class, seemed to be the whole class, but it was a little hard to say. They were clustered and difficult to resolve. Focus on movement, he thought. Feel the building. Concrete walls and girders don't move. Someone else was here, he was sure of it...

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[Zahzi]

Jordan Ortega Brahn

Location: Baltimore Zoo

Nearby: Idiots. IDIOTS ALL OF THEM!!

Disposition: THAT'S IT! I'M DONE! I'M DONE NOT DOING ANYTHING!

As the chaos began to unfold, Jordan was already doing the smart, well thought-out idea, as to take a few steps back from the stampede. Unfortunately, as the day has shown, the planet loathed his very existence. Case in point, it appeared that one of the oversized chickens had seen Jordan's coat and found its design to be an offense to its ancestors. The damn bird somehow managed to get on top of his head, pecking at the top of the hoodie in such a violent manner that Jordan couldn't help but run around like a fool trying to get it off of him.

"Ohgoddammitwhythefuckcan'tIdealwithONEDAYwhereI'mnotgettingtargetedbyEVERYTHINGwhythefuckiseverythingaroundheretryingto-AH-HA!!"

Eventually, he did manage to get the soon-to-be six-piece and held it in front of him glaring it down. He didn't have time to enact revenge on the bird as he suddenly looked to the right, finding that he was now in the center of the stampede, to which a charging Ostrich had seen him as a football in front of the goal.

The only solace he received was the chicken got kicked as well, an explosion of feathers quite apparent. He had a great view of it as he was sent flying across the road and right into a dumpster, causing the hatch to close after impact.

The cushioning her found himself in helped keep Jordan safe from damage. Unfortunately, it was clear this dumpster hadn't been emptied yet.

It was clear no one would have heard his angered screaming, being unable to open up the heavy door

Instead, what everyone would hear was the sound of solid metal being punctured through. If anyone could see past the stampede, they would see metal limbs had pierced through the dumpster, before they sheered the top of the dumpster clear off. The limbs contorted like a spider and rose. At the center was a small figure- Jordan.

He was done. He was DONE WITH THIS SHIT.

The limbs were coming from what seemed like the back of his coat- which had now lost most of its roundness, clearly the limbs had been wrapped around him as an attempt of armor. Odd how they were able to be soft for a time..

The group still watching the stampede would be the first to see Jordan affixed high up, a good fifteen feet above them in fact, now
​

. He was going to be in trouble, sure. His Mother and Father made it clear they didn't care for bouts of insanity.....His mother had enough episodes it seemed. TOO BAD! HE DIDN'T CARE! BIRDMAN WAS GETTING KICKED!!
The initial group would hear him laugh as the spider-like apparatus seemingly sprinted down the road toward the front of the stampede.

However, Leon and Eden would soon hear the laughing getting louder as it caught up to them rather quickly, the sound of metal hitting the concrete a constant.

"OUT OF THE WAY IDIOTS!!"

He as on a b-line for Bird Man...

 

[yoikes]

Mitch Castle


Current Mood: Bored and awake


Location: Political Powers Classroom


With: -


Group: Spooky Scary Skeletons





The small group conversation she had back at the stairwell wakes her up, which is good because she doesn't want to fall asleep when listening to the lesson. She navigated herself through the hallway, passing by empty classrooms before stopping in front one that her class is going to be used later. She reached for the door but stopped as she heard the sound of a loud crashing coming from somewhere on this floor.


Just another day in Aegis, she told herself, as she pushed the door open and realizes that she's the first one to arrive. Which is weird, because Mitch certainly didn't see Mr. Denzil as someone that would come late to his own class. Maybe he needs to take care of whatever causes the crash, like yesterday with the naked boy. Sighing, she took off her scarf as she sat on one the empty chairs on the second row from the front and put it inside her backpack. Just as she expected, it's warmer inside the building.


With nothing to do but to wait for her teacher and classmates to show up, Mitch took out her phone and start to browse around the web. First, she read the news. There's a report about a blue card holder, who totaled someone's car and a fight started which resulted in the driver breaking his two hands. Mitch read several different report of the news, and they are all conflicting with each other. One says that the blue card holder saved someone and the driver is the one starting the fight, the other says that the blue card holder is the troublemaker. Mass media at it's best, she doesn't know which one is true and to trust.

 

[Gus]

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Lucas Marsolet

Location: Zoo or Safari? Hard to tell...


Nearby: Three lunatics on ostriches, a creepy old man, the new teacher, the angry student, the high strung genius student, the SECOND scariest security guard from 108, and two new students: the tall one and the one with goggles.


Mood: OkOkOkOkOk... I can totally DO this.


@s @Swoob @Unlimited @DJ MagicHat @Bag o Fruit @Ryuuko Shin @Captain Hesperus @Zahzi @Suzuki Mine @KingHink @Teh Frixz @St Indigo

“Sac a papier!”


Lucas wasn't sure what Eden had planned exactly, but was reasonably sure he wasn't siding with the lunatic in the army helmet. I mean, he had heard some weird rumors about the upperclassmen at the school in general, and Eden in particular, but maybe this was part of some kind of advanced tactical training class that he hadn't had yet. Not so sure about this 'Leon' character, but they seem to be together. Table that. The guy in the army helmet had unleashed chaos, and that definitely wasn't cool. Not. Cool.


Still, his first real fight with another super had left him out cold for the last 15 hours. Birds were not metal, the last he checked, so they could hurt him, even with his limiter turned down to zero. And there was no indication of what else this nut-job might be capable of, so he was going to take no chances. He needed a weapon. He cast his gaze around the main gate area, mind thrumming with desperate speed, and his eye fell upon the swing set in the children's play area.


“Parfait!”


He ran into the play area amongst all the frantic parents grabbing up their children and inspected the chain of the swing. A little heavier than he was used to using, and the seat was not the most ergonomic handle, but it would have to do. He dialed his limiter down to the lowest setting it had that wouldn't trigger an alarm at the monitoring center, and climbed up on the seat of the swing. Steadying himself on the fiberglass crossbar with his right hand, he passed his left hand through the last chain link before the bar. It sparked encouragingly and tingled just slightly. Adjusting his grip on the bar, he started shaking his hand back and forth through the chain as fast as he could go. Sparks flew, and the tingle started to get painful. The chain immediately began to glow a dull red, and his hand started to hurt in earnest. He gritted his teeth and kept going. As the chain turned to orange, he started to doubt himself. He'd never done anything this thick before. He knew it worked on paperclips and fence wire, but this was different. He broke out in a sweat and unconsciously started to yell to try to stay focused and to give vent to the pain. Under his weight the softened link began to stretch, and finally snapped dumping him on the ground. He landed in a tuck cradling his left hand to protect it. He dialed his limiter back up and unhooked the seat with his right hand, then dialed it down again. He picked up the seat and stood up.


The nut job had buggered off through the main gate, leaving panic and chaos in his wake. Lucas took a moment to absorb the scene: lost children crying for their parents, elderly people knocked down by the surging crowd, faces painted with plaintive shock. And everywhere he looked, ordinary people running and screaming. Deep down in his soul, Lucas's moral pilot light, his intuitive sense of how a just society should function, flared. His blood began to heat as rapidly as the metal of his makeshift chain whip had just done, and a low growl escaped his lips as he sprinted through the gate, nimbly dodging his way through the turbulent crush of people. His quarry had already almost disappeared down the road, seemingly impossibly far away until he remembered Justice was parked just around the corner...


Navigating the bird disrupted traffic was harrowing, but thanks to his enhanced reflexes, he managed to close the gap rapidly and without hitting any other cars or humans. He might possibly have clipped a few birds, which made him cringe, but did little to dampen his thirst for battle. When he was within 30 feet of the Rejected Rider of the Apocalypse, he wrenched the wheel to the right and skidded Justice to a T-stop, stepping out before she has even quite fully stopped.He began to twirl his whip in a tight circle. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, as it did in the hallway with Zdunowski, and he let the chain snake out and slap the ground just ahead of the mount's talons as a warning and a challenge.


He uses the recoil to swing it around his waist, arresting its motion against his insulating clothing. It hugs him tightly, and it feels good. He has a weapon, he has over a decade of training under his belt, and he will not underestimate a super ever again. He shouts a challenge in his saltiest french:


“Eh! Mon tabarnak, j'vais te décalisser la yeule!”

 

[Ryuuko Shin]

Katherine Huang


Ride of the Valkyries

“Hm.”


All things considered, Katherine Huang was far too calm in the face of the events that were transpiring in front of her. In fact, she didn't even seem the slightest bit perturbed at all, almost as if she had been expecting this. She, of course, had, though the actual timeline of events occurred much more sooner than she’d thought, and the runaway students were a variable she forgot to factor in. She closed her eyes and rubbed her chin, deep in thought. There were some alternatives, but each of them would take quite a bit of time.


“这些孩子们，真的是太麻烦了。” she sighed and shook her head. “Nothing to it then. Ms. Lady of Vengeance,” she turned to her fellow staff member, the foolish grin on her face dropped in favour of a much more stern and grim line. “Pardon this request from me, but I would ask that you help me in keeping the rest of these kids in line. You are permitted to use any force necessary to ensure their safety...and their compliance. I simply won't have any of my students running amok with the common riffraff like that bird man. I will take responsibility for any broken eggs you may see to have in this mess of an omelette.” By her tone of voice, it was clear that she meant ‘bones’ when she said ‘eggs’.


She cleared her throat, and this time, she addressed the remaining students. “We’ll leave those ruffians behind. They can go gallivant around for the mean time. Maybe they’ll do something worthwhile in their miserable lives and keep that riffraff villain distracted.” She punched an open palm, and grinned. “Guess it’s time to learn. Here’s a crash course. This class doesn't delve into using powers as much as others, but more of how you interact with the people, the powerless. The zoo is in an uproar at this point, and, as fluffy as those birds look, I would think they’d still cause a few bruises or two. Start shepherding the public to safety, get them out of the zoo, post-haste. The less casualties, the better.”


She paused, then, as if to demonstrate a point, she snapped around, the lapels of her qipao whirling about her thighs, and punched the air. A loud crack could be heard as she retracted her fist with inhuman speed, sending out a shockwave spiralling forwards. The projectile shot straight into the abdomen of one of the runaway ostriches, sending in sprawling across the ground. Katherine sighed. She had an inkling that her opinion of birds was going to drop to levels that even Hell would be envious of once this whole issue was resolved. She turned back to her students, and, noticing that they haven't moved much, waved them along.


"Get moving. I want this park cleared out in 30 minutes or less. I'll treat you to an all you can eat buffet the moment we get out of this mess." She gave a playful wink as she added, "And I don't skimp on buffet offers."

Spoiler

@Unlimited @Zahzi @Suzuki Mine @Teh Frixz @St Indigo @KingHink @Swoob did I miss anyone? I'm sorry if I did, I don't have a COMPREHENSIVE LIST THAT OTHERS CAN REFER TO xD

 

[Teh Frixz]

Name: Tabitha Crane


Mood: Confused with a hint of upset


Location: Baltimore Zoo


Company: Decidedly less people now


Tags: @Ryuuko Shin@Zahzi @Captain Hesperus @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Gus @Bag o Fruit @KingHink


Plot/Class: Flight of the Valkeryie


Other:

Well then! Tabby's mostly hidden expression of neutrality vanishes quickly replaced by one of abject shock!


Ducking under the alcove they'd been standing by, Tabby completely disregards the orders given by their instructor. She could have taken off the inhibitor and helped but that wasn't who she was. She wasn't about to become that freak again in the eyes of her new classmates.


Tabby follows the wall, keeping under some sort of cover before coming to a hastily abandoned gift cart. Without hesitation, she slides under it, covering her face and keeping herself safe.

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Location: Collateral Damage & You Class


Tags: @Manic Muse @Aldur @Giyari @Gus


Mood: Irritated --> Worrisome


Group: Skyfall

Alexis was surprised when the teacher did nothing but nod. What? No defensive, intelligent, "I'm clearly smarter then you, I was just building up to it" response? Her eyebrow raised at the teacher, Alex shifted in her seat and crossed her arms, wondering what he hoped to get from his students by not replying. It was then that another student entered; Viola. Alexis' gaze followed the woman as she entered the room, and she found herself questioning why she had gotten only a disinterested gaze while Ioana got an appreciative nod. Hrmph.


The medical engineer offered her own opinion to the question, which Alexis let out a little scoff at. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before. However, Ioana was irritating her more and more with every word that slipped out of her mouth. She sounded even more pathetic then cat-girl. She'd been listening so intensely that she did in fact happen to catch her last, barely audible words. "Oh, boohoo you." Alexis snapped. "What a tortured existence you live, cold-blooded killer." She growled. One way another, they were all killers. Ioana didn't fucking deserve to feel sorry for herself.


She huffed and leaned back in her chair, watching another girl enter, but Alexis didn't pay her much attention. However, the teacher's recap did make Alexis smirk. She was coming to enjoy his presence, even if she pretended not too.


Then there was a crash. Or a thump, or whatever you wanted to call it. Some sort of disturbance. Cat-girl seemed to notice it too, jumping out of her seat and rushing to the door. "Did you not here that? That crashing?" Now Alexis stood up in her seat, glancing around, confusion and nervousness written on her face. "Some training exercise," Alexis muttered, clearly trying to play it off.


“Isabelle, wait a moment. Come away from the door please. If everyone would just hold still a moment?” Now confusion turned to worry; the teacher sounded serious. This wasn't a training exercise, this was real. "What the fuck is going on?" Alexis hissed.

 

[D. Rex]

Name: Victoria Beckett


Mood: Empowered


Location: Baltimore Zoo


Company: A bunch of bad examples, and Tabitha


Tags: @Ryuuko Shin @Zahzi @CaptainHesperus @Teh Frixz @St Indigo @SuzukiMine @Swoob @Gus @Bag o Fruit @Unlimited


Plot/Class: Community Service, Flight of the Valkeryie


Other:

Jordan... that was the white haired kids name, right? And Danny... no him... The French kid... she didn't know his name yet... Both of them decidedly joined the chaos and chase. Reckless! Thankfully Ms. Huang wasn't sending them after. Not using powers was fine by her. So the class was to help evacuate the zoo. That she could do. Or at least help do...


With a nod she turned around to head into the zoo, given a small squeak as a man bumped her out of the way. Just as she was about to snap at him, she saw the tall girl rum along a wall. That was good, already trying to help... welp... nope... she apparently ducked under a gift cart. She would have thought it cowardly if she hadn't also come to the conclusion that that course of action was smarter than rampaging through the street using their powers like a few other bad examples...


Teamwork, right? Victoria hurried over to the gift cart and bent down to look underneath it."Hey, are you okay?" She asked. "I bet we can end this quickly if we work together. If we find a PA, we can do this easily. Come on." She offered kindly, holding out her hand to help Tabitha out from under there. "It's only a few birds. Surely nothing we can't handle." She encouraged with a smile.

 

[Captain Hesperus]

Mood: - Pissed off


Location: - Maryland Zoo meeting point


With: - Katherine Huang, Jordan Brahn, Tabitha Crane, Praxidyke Kokinos, Victoria Beckitt, Kyle Keysor


Tags: - @Ryuuko Shin @Zahzi @Teh Frixz @KingHink @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine


Other: - carrying large backpack, hot, breathless and sweating, also still swearing.

Danny TravisMore freaks arrived and Danny sighed. This was so much bullshit. 'Community Service', slave labor more like. Whatever stupid task Koko and the Chinese bitch had cooked up was of nominal interest or support, Danny was resolved to do the barest minimum required to get a 'pass' for this session. However, before either of their assigned slave masters could hand down the forced labor upon the hapless teens, chaos erupted from the entrance of the zoo in the form of a panicked crowd of 'normals' closely pursued by a horde of birds of all descriptions. Danny watched as a weirdo in a soldier's helmet riding an ostrich galloped out amongst the others, gibbering and screaming at the top of his lungs.


Before he could even take in the ludicrousness of the situation, the pink-haired freak and his boyfriend jumped on ostriches of their own and raced off, clinging on for dear life. Another freak, one who appeared to be more than eighty percent clothing, was getting up close and personal with a chicken (possibly a Plymouth Rock) before getting drop-kicked into a dumpster by another delinquent ostrich.


Danny knew he had to act and he did. He pulled out a stick of gum from his pocket and stuck the gum in his mouth, dropping the wrapper on the ground. A penguin, part of the zoo's small colony, waddled over and picked at the wrapper before looking up at him and squawking at him, speculatively.


"Fuck off, fish breath.", Danny muttered, between chews.


The Chinese chick ordered him to move normals away from this shitstorm and so he did, half-heartedly shooing people away and calling out, "Get the fuck back. The freaks are trying to work here."

 

[Lemon Boy]

KYLE KEYSOR

Mood: WWWWHHHAAATTTTTTTTTTTTT


Location: Planet of the Birds


Company: LOTS OF BIRDS AND SHIT


@'s: @Captain Hesperus @Teh Frixz @Swoob @Zahzi @Ryuuko Shin @Suzuki Mine @KingHink @Gus @Unlimited @DJ MagicHat


OOC: GUYS I DON'T POST FOR LIKE, ONE DAY AND YOU'RE FUCKING SHIT UP ALREADY. HOW U DO THIS

In the few minutes that Kyle once again went off to the land of daydreams as a girl with visors approached the two, a shitstorm had formed around him; totally oblivious and dumbfounded at what and how this was happening entirely.


So in his mental absence, a gal with some cool Cyclops-X men visors approached them and she was quickly followed by a bunch of other people. One of them had bright pink hair, one had violet eyes and this other one was this lady with red hair. Might as well have screamed "NOTICE US PLZ." A very shy girl had appeared as well, looking as timid as a lost puppy and a woman who resembled some Chinese Martial artist, which was exactly what she was, had appeared; their wonderful teacher! Then soon after that, shit hit the fan fifty times over and the plane did a double back flip whilst flying into another fan. Safe to say, there were birds everywhere and the little guy had become Doctor Octopus or something.


Your mind drifts away for one second and this happens. Beautiful.


Kyle blinked absently for a few seconds, yawning. "Uhhh, Whhhaat?" His voice wasn't as confused as it was absolutely fascinated at how this even managed to happen in the few seconds he had decided to just go into his mental wonderland. Was attacking the birds count as animal abuse?


He was pretty sure PETA were going to have a field day about Miss Huang sending an Ostrich sprawling to the ground. It seemed the current task at hand was to help all the Civilians not get stampeded on by this very graceful herd of birds.


Yeah, alright, he could help...in a way. He was a thin, small kid who could totally take on berserk ostriches taking vengeance on their Zookeeper overlords. Hopefully, this Zoo didn't have any Cassowaries otherwise known as modern fuckin raptors. Making his way through the swarms of chaotic birds and screaming people, the boy found a small secluded area not too far from the group but far enough to make sure none of the birds decided to use their beaks of ultimate death on him; otherwise known as pecking his eyes out. Reaching towards his limiter, he switched it off, the green light going to a dim red as he just laid down on the floor. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to help normally, adults had the tendency to absolutely ignore that one small guy when running away from utter chaos. That and the Commonwealth shouldn't be too mad if he used his powers to help out.....Riiiggghhttt? Sighing as peacefully as he could in this chaos, he immediately fell asleep like a damn log.


"Alllrriigghhttyyy, you can totally do this. Help out the Civvies so they don't get stamped on. Should be simple enough. What would be helpful in a situation like this....Oh I know!" Still remaining perfectly aware of the environment around him as he slept, no bird had made any attempts on raining down a slurry of white mortar fire on his sleeping body, which was good. Focusing on what he wanted to make into reality, four blobs of what seemed to be an oil like substance formed and twisted. The liquid shaped into a vaguely humanoid shape, each one forming an odd pair of wings and a multitude of arms. They looked like abstract depictions of angels. Quite suddenly they took to the air, grabbing the vulnerable out of the way of danger and dropping them off out of harms way. Any birds that tried to follow or make a grab for the people these "Angels" were grabbing were quickly swatted away, their multiple arms helping them pick up a fair number of people and keep these rampaging birds from enacting their wrath on the innocent.


Sleeping was always the solution to the problem!

 

[Teh Frixz]

Name: Tabitha Crane


Mood: Hopeful


Location: Baltimore Zoo, Under the cart


Company: Fine feathered friends


Tags: @Ryuuko Shin@Zahzi @Captain Hesperus @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Gus @Bag o Fruit @KingHink


Plot/Class: Flight of the Valkeryie


Other:

It felt like a warm ray of sunshine as the sensation of physical contact struck her. Clasping the hand tight, Tabby allowed herself to be pulled up to her feet. Part of her mind wondered how old the bespectacled individual pulling her up was, the first foundations of a friendship possibly being formed.


Ducking out of the way of a diving gull, Tabby snatches the umbrella off the top of the cart, using it to block a couple of incoming finches. "There...is another way instead of the PA if you want. I can shout.." She waves the umbrella a few more times, letting the soft bodied creatures bounce off.


Tabby had little idea why or how the birds, and some of the people, had gone crazy. Maybe it was something to do with one of the kids here, but if she was getting permission, maybe she could help a little.


"Can you hold my jacket and shoes. This ruins my clothing pretty bad and I like this shirt...I...I have an idea.

 

[D. Rex]

Name: Victoria Beckett


Mood: Curious


Location: Baltimore Zoo


Company: Tabitha


Tags: @Ryuuko Shin @Zahzi @Captain Hesperus @Teh Frixz @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Gus @Bag o Fruit @Unlimited @DJ MagicHat


Plot/Class: Community Service, Flight of the Valkeryie


Other:

Victoria was a bit relieved that the other girl was receptive, and seemed to have brightened. Alright. They had this. Though before she decided to head off, Tabitha made her suggestion. Shout? Must have something to do with her power. Shouting didn't seem so bad. "Yeah, if it can get us heard, we can hopefully get these people organized into getting out. Or at least calm them down some and end the panic." She said. It would certainly save them the time of finding a PA system.


Victoria, however, was thrown a bit off at the mention of holding her clothes. Not quite sure what this had to do with shouting, but Victoria figured that Tabby knew her power better than she did so didn't argue. "Uh, sure, I guess. Whatever you need." Being inside the zoo now... The birds were becoming noticeably more distracting, and she pulled the hood of her coat further over her head to dissuade one of them from flapping in her face. Just birds. They were just birds. It wasn't like they could peck her eyes out anyway.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Tabby

Name: Tabitha Crane


Mood: feeling brave


Location: Baltimore Zoo


Company: Fine feathered friends


Tags: @Ryuuko Shin@Zahzi @Captain Hesperus @St Indigo @Suzuki Mine @Swoob @Gus @Bag o Fruit @KingHink


Plot/Class: Flight of the Valkeryie


Other:

And here we go. Stepping a few feet away and making sure her shoes were kicked off, Tabby closed her eyes and tightened her fists. That same odd feeling she first had when she couldn't reach her favorite book coming back with a vengeance. Although not keen on the idea of using use powers, a part of her was worried that she'd be rusty. That she'd be unable to do what she had done in the past. As her eyes flicker, it seemed that the little dam she erected over her powers just made the river stronger.


Her eyes open just as her field of view was changing. Her hair whipped back against her face and a sense of euphoria flitting this way and that through her mind. She'd tried to concentrate and just go a bit below her normal comfort, fettering her power. But with the sudden rush she felt herself way beyond that.


As the wind around her face died off, Tabby looked down. It definitely wasn't around 75' like she wanted, but instead ended up close to 150'


Tabby sways on her feet, the clothing she'd been wearing now torn to shreds but oddly enough it didn't seem to bother her. Little people with little concerns. It just felt like nothing to care about now.


Getting her hearings, Tabby now could see the chaos first hand as she took her first step, wobbling and nearly tripping as she did. The scene below was one of chaos. Her presence seemingly helping that over bearing sense of panic rather than helping.


From where she stood, she could see the whole thing. Several largish flocks, being led by a figure already considerable distance away. Not her concern now though, instead, Tabby looked a towards any and all people she could see panicking here or bunching up there. It would probably be easiest to talk it out.


"Attention zoo-goers!" Zoo goers, that sounded right yeah? "Make way to the exit! Please do so orderly!" Being tall enough, she couldn't really see nor focus on what they all looked like. "Go safely to the exits!"


Her voice bellows, carrying deeply and easily covering the zoo. It would be impossible not to have heard it either or at least seen the monstrously large teen and some sort of 'I need to leave' idea could have formed in their heads. But that was the idea, right?

 

[Giyari]

Mood: - Apathetic


Group: - Spyfall


Location: - Collateral Damage


Company: - Mr Mallory, Isabella, Alexis, Ioana


@'s: - @Manic Muse @CloudyBlueDay @Aldur @Gus


Other: -

Viola Porter


Of course Viola didn't give a nod to Alexis, Alexis was a bully, Ioana on the other hand wasn't, at least as far as Viola had seen so far. Ioana also seemed to be actively trying to work on whatever problems had given rise to her current situation. Viola herself wasn't the easiest person to get along with, but she didn't pick out people to shit on due to her own insecurities or the hand life had given her, she respected that from Ioana.


Back to the lesson at hand, Viola listened calmly as the other students went about their answers, the cat-girl had the right idea, but it was too personal, after all sometimes villains did things just because they could, sometimes they were only villains thanks to perspective. Thinking more on this point Viola prepared to add in another two cents, but before she could open her lips, distraction.


A subtle thump followed by the tell tale sounds of something larger breaking, a twitchy cat-girl (known as Isabella apparently), and an oddly rattled teacher... Thumps were one thing, but for a teacher to be wary of one was something else. PTSD? No make that teachers, the music from elsewhere stopped. Mr Torchinovich must have been wondering too. Looking around the classroom at Alexis not-casually starting to freak out, Isabella twitching like well, a cat caught in headlights, and Mr Mallory apparently scoping out the noise, Viola thought out her play.


One, it was another teacher dropping a box of files, two, a student tripped and activated their powers, three, they were being invaded by anti super activist... Hopefully it was scenario one or two, scenario three wouldn't play out well. Given the high chance they weren't under attack, Viola opted to ignore the situation at hand.


Resting her chin in the palm of her hand, she gazed over towards the windows of the classroom. For being such a shitty morning, the sky was beautifully clear, that light icy blue you never got to see in summer. A single plane jetted across the expanse, chased down by a single fluffy cloud. Maybe the occupants were going somewhere warm and sunny and out of this horrid winder. It would have been a nice daydream but after taking in the plane's direction and engine number thanks to it's exhaust trails, Viola noted that said plane was heading north into Canada, those poor passengers. Thank you over active brain. Snapping out of her little train of thought, Viola brought her attention back to the room, who were still no less on edge.


"Statistically it's just someone down the corridor dropping something, but given the nature of this facility and it's occupants, there is a small chance that we are being targeted by an anti super group. Given that there was also a chance I could have slipped and broke my neck this morning, being targeted seems just as unlikely..." Viola sighed, switching her gaze to the windows yet again. She almost wished it was an invasion, it would make this school day a hell of a lot more interesting that was for sure.

 

[Captifate]

Joel Dawson

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Mood: Concerned.


Music: --


Location: Commonwealth office.


Company: Kendrick, Kennith, Mary & Director Chernov.


@s: @Necessity4Fun @TerraBooma @ViAdvena @Bag o Fruit @welian


Other: --

Turning his head to the side, Joel listened for the so-called 'prissy' in their midst. Come to think of it, he had heard an extra set of footfalls on their way over. Honestly? He had attributed that to morning confusion. Now he knew for a fact that he wasn't as sleep-deprived as everyone else.


His left hand reached for his right forearm. The bruise hidden beneath the sleeve of his windbreaker throbbed in protest. Joel concealed his grimace within a second. A few more months and he would be free from his prison of teenage angst and neurotic teachers.


Once the presence of yet another individual was made known, he turned towards the director and gathered what he could from her conversation: 'Harry' must have been the name of their assigned tour guide and evidently he hadn't been briefed either about the director's visit.


As Agent Harry began to explain how Commonwealth tested people for 'the superpower gene', Joel found even more reason for discretion - both at AEGIS and in public. Once the man (presumably) stumbled down the stairs, however, he was shoved right back on that barbed-wire fence with no right answer yet the need for an immediate decision.


He tried to listen for the humiliating tumble down the steps, but the director mentioned something about a spider. One second. Two seconds. Light bulb. "Don't think I'll ever understand arachnophobia," he said without trying to be cheeky.


Paused at the height of the flight of stairs, Joel touched his hand to the wall, groped for a railing, and asked to be sure, "We haven't lost anyone, have we?" Pointless as his eyes might have been - aside from scaring people with a lack of them - Joel did get some mileage out of his brows. They liked to do that furrowing thing a lot.

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory

Location: Facility 108 classroom


Nearby: Five students and a mysterious visitor.


Mood: Peek-a-boo!


@s @Manic Muse @CloudyBlueDay @Aldur @Giyari @Suzuki Mine @welian

The faintest of telltale wriggles in the gravitational pull above him caught his attention. For a moment he thought he had imagined it, but then it moved again. Barely 130 pounds all told and moving very furtively. If this intruder had been between him and the earth instead of 'silhouetted' against the sky he'd never have noticed such a trace signal, even at such close range.


“There you are.” he murmured. Holding a finger to his lips he grabbed a corner of the heavy teachers desk from the front of the room with his other hand, fingers crunching into the old wood like drill bits through wet paper. His grip secure, he lifted and swiveled the desk around, setting it down quietly just ahead of the path the intruder seems to be following. He clambered up onto it and raised up one of the tiles of the drop ceiling, popping his head up through the opening, almost nose to nose with a pale-skinned blue haired young woman in a skintight body suit.


“Well, hello there! Are you a student here? You're a little late for class, and we normally use the doors, but you're welcome to join the discussion. What do you think makes a villain?”

 

[Suzuki Mine]

Location: Collateral Damage & You


Company: People


Mood: Unamused


Tag: @Gus @Manic Muse @CloudyBlueDay @Aldur @Giyari @welian


OOC: /execute {nopeout.exe}

Not ten minutes in this class and she was already entertaining the thought of leaving. Not only had the teacher said her name aloud without her permission (which she wouldn't have given him anyways), he was also implying that she was acting shy. Her mind flared for a moment, the words "inconsiderate" and "shit lord" weaving together before dispersing. No, of course he didn't take two seconds to consider her feelings on the matter. No one ever did, and that was the way that society was. To get upset over it would be a waste of time, just like answering his damn question would be a waste of time. As such, Sevan continued to slouch in her seat, letting the catgirl take the spotlight and give her own long winded answer.


Just as things had begun to look like Sevan was going to have to give some kind of a response, a loud crashing noise echoed from down the hallway - no, from down the stairs. It was much too faint to be on the same floor as them. Hell, it sounded like it was on the other side of the school. The fact that she had caught it at all with how dulled her senses were impressed Sevan some. Too bad this wasn't the time to be impressed with herself. Not long after the commotion the teacher had started... doing something weird. Yeah, that was the best way to explain it. First he made some kind of a strange pose, to which it looked like he was concentrating quite a bit on. At the same time the questions about what was going on started up. The sight and the sounds were almost enough for Sevan to miss catching the noise coming from above.


Now Sevan wasn't a stranger to buildings with critters living in them. More than once she had spent nights in condemned buildings, unattended warehouses and the likes. As such, the noises of mice and roaches were something she had experience with. She'd rather not be, but you couldn't be picky when you were a roamer like she was. That being said, whatever was up in the ceiling above them was definitely not a rat or a roach. If it was, God forbid just how fat the thing might have been.


Red flags.


On instinct Sevan started looking for ways to get out of there, her lemon-lime eyes floating back and forth through the room. Whatever was going on, she wanted nothing to do with it. She wasn't there to get a card or learn to be a hero or whatever other nonsense reasons others had. She was there because a judge had told her she needed to, and that was the extent of her desire to go there every day. As such, she was going to step her ass right out into the hall and wait for someone else to handle it.


As things began to escalate with the teacher moving the desk, then climbing up onto it to poke his head into the ceiling, Sevan began to move. She didn't hurry. She didn't rush. She just picked up the bag she had so unceremoniously dropped next to her desk, stood, shouldered it and started for the door. It was her best bet, unless of course she wanted to take a leap of faith from the second story. Even as the teacher began to speak to whatever or whoever was up there, Sevan just kept putting one foot in front of the other until she had retraced her steps. "Going to the bathroom," was all she said before opening the door and beginning to step out.

 

[Meredith]

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Ren Lee

Location: Second Floor Hallway > First Floor Hallway


Mood: Anxious, Friendly


Status: Tired


Nearby: Laurent, Hannah, Asher


Tags: @Sopranos


OOC: Cigarettes are bad, kids.

As she was crashed into, Ren tripped and stumbled, fell over. She hit the ground with a dull thud, looking up at Laurent, and giving him a small smile. Her hand slid to the back of her head, rubbing it a little bit, and looking down at the cigarettes now in between her feet.


The boy - man? - had started to walk away before she could even manage a quick "It's okay."


She hesitated, staring at the cigarettes. Should she pick them up? It would be rude not to, wouldn't it, to just call back and expect him to pick them up. Then again, he might not like her invading his privacy, and-


-and it was a pack of cigarettes, which had likely only ever seen a store and the inside of his coat pocket.


She reached out and grabbed the pack.


A man rolling cigarettes, putting it tobacco, and god knows what else-


A boy, no older than eight, bringing them across a border-


A transaction, far too little for a pack this size, and then they were slipped into a briefcase.


Being handed off to Laurent, who looked a little bit warn down, even tired-


Coat pocket, coat pocket, being dropped.


Clutching the pack in her hand, she picked herself up and raced down the hallway after her classmate, a regretful glance back at her teacher. Was she going to get in trouble for just running off?


A few breaths later, she caught up to Laurent, just in time to start travelling down the stairs. She offered the redhead the pack. He was taller than she, and somewhat intimidating, but -


"You dropped these. Smoking is bad for you, but if you have to, would you mind me recommending a brand that doesn't feed off of human rights violations?"


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[DJ MagicHat]

Asher Torchinovich & Hannah


Collab


Location: Facility 108, second floor hallway


Tags: @Anomaly @Semblance @Meredith @Sopranos @welian @Gus


Asher skidded to a halt at a corner, taking another listen to the ceiling.


"Blast!" he muttered quietly - or, quietly for him, at least. "Tracking never has been my forte...but I haven't run into anyone else, so-"


Wait a minute.


Asher whirled around. The students-


Only one of them was there now, and she looked terrified.


...Student. Well, here goes nothing.


"You there!" He said in a hurried "whisper." "What's your power? Do you think you can track whatever or whoever created that ruckus?"


Hannah looked around for the other two and suddenly realized the annoyed one had headed to the offices and the nice one had gone… somewhere? She ducked her head and said, “I-I… not exactly but… something disturbed the spiders. In the ceiling, I mean… They stopped scattering at the end of the hallway.” Why me?


This girl...spiders? Interesting. And incredibly useful. “Okay, here’s the plan,” Asher started. “Stay close to me. I need you to tell me exactly what you can sense happening with your powers. If you can do that, we can get to the bottom of this quickly. Luckily, as you’ve seen, I’m normally quite loud, so if necessary I can raise a ruckus and attract a lot of attention very very quickly. But we’ve got to work as a team. Do you understand?”The words tumbled out of his mouth like an avalanche, unstoppable and constantly gaining speed as he went on. By the time he was finished, there was an extra edge in his voice. He had a bad feeling about this, and he just hoped he was wrong about it.


She wasn’t exactly keen on this stance. But she had already decided to see what was going on, so despite the pricks in her eyes that might herald tears, she nodded. She closed her eyes; it didn’t change her powers at all, but it made it a little easier to focus. “There’re a lot of spiders in the walls and stuff at any given time… But right now they’re moving more than usual. Especially above the classrooms - I felt it b-before, it was like something was moving through and breaking their webs.”


Asher could feel his face setting. Can’t win ‘em all, I guess, he thought.“Right. Can you tell me which way this...something...is heading? I realize this is a lot to ask, but I quite literally cannot do this without your help right now. I need you to be strong. Just lead the way for me,” he said, putting on a pair of aviator sunglasses.“I’ll take care of the rest.”


Hannah’s eyes fluttered open, and she bit her lip. Then you’re properly screwed, aren’t you? “I-I, they… There’s this moment when they’re disturbed, when they go from still to skittering, and they aren’t doing that anymore. They stopped somewhere around, um…”


She rocked on her heels a little and then reached into her pocket hastily, pulling out her map of the school. She pointed to the Collateral Damage classroom. “Here.” Her heart was thudding, both from the prolonged attentiveness to creepy crawlies and from a feeling that her personal space was being invaded. It wasn’t the teacher’s fault, not really; she doubted she’d ever feel comfortable alone with anyone again.


Asher’s eyes followed where the girl - Hannah, was it? - pointed. Another classroom, eh? Hopefully that should put a quick stop to this. With a whispered “Stay close,” he started for the classroom door, his power muting his every step.


She nodded again, and creeped behind him. It occurred to her she had a way to be sneakier… But she’d rather not. The classroom wasn’t far… mere dozens of steps. The urgency to the teacher’s tone did little to assuage her nerves.


Asher reached the classroom door. He turned to Hannah and made a motion to stay very close and follow his lead, and readied himself for the worst.


He pushed the door open and strode in calmly, spreading his arms wide. “Ah, mister Mallory! I see you’ve already greeted our esteemed guest! How delightful, so kind of you.”


“Oh, but where are my manners? Terribly sorry, I do tend to get a bit spacey sometimes…” He turned back to Hannah, and spoke very quickly and very quietly: “Cover your ears, or run.”


Hastily, she clapped her hands over her ears.


“I am...the Ravemaster.”


And then



. He started wailing away at his guitar, amplifying the sound to near-deafening levels and focusing the sound waves on the newcomer, hoping to keep them still long enough to summon further assistance.
“GO FIND OTHER FACULTY!"

 

[Giyari]

Mood: - Aggravated


Location: - Mental Discipline


Company: - Mr Torchinovich, Mr Mallory, Isabella, Alexis, Ioana, Hannah


@'s: - @Manic Muse @CloudyBlueDay @Aldur @Gus @DJ MagicHat @Anomaly


Other: - WHY!?

Viola Porter


Well apparently her reasons for lack of concern was entirely wrong! Watching Mr Mallory man handle a desk across the room like it was made of polystyrene with a look of "oh god why" on her face, Viola was even more surprised when he began conversing with someone in the ceiling space. Given Mallory's questioning though, the subject in question didn't seem to be an immediate threat. So far, things were fairly calm for an apparent intruder alert... that didn't last long.


Without even a knock, Mr Torchinovich strolled into the room, made no attempts to really see if Mallory had the situation under control, and without warning any of the Collateral students, opened rip with his infernal fucking guitar... It wasn't overly loud, not for the students anyway, but the haze in the air streaming towards the roof space made it painfully obvious that Torchinovich was shooting first, and asking questions later. The chance that this was a lost student be damned, he was just going to do the thing and they could deal with it.


"Damn it Asher! Check who the hell they are first!! You're a bloody teacher!" Viola shouted, as she raised a hand towards him. Her annoyance at the very sight of the man clearly made the rest of his actions overbearing, Viola was certain she was far from the only person who felt this way.


With nothing but a snap of her fingers, Viola generated a small spark of electricity through the air towards the Mental Discipline teachers guitar, not enough to do much damage, but enough to blow a fuse or two if it connected in the right place. The bright white-blue flash crackled through the air at tremendous speeds, almost instantaneously as a matter of fact, whether or not it would do the trick of stopping this shit before it got out of hand was another thing entirely though. Knowing Asher, he probably had a back-up flute or something equally ridiculous stashed away on his person somewhere.


There was some value in checking who the hell you were dealing with before messing with them, for all Mr Torchinovich knew this person could mirror his attack back towards him, or worse, amplify it so the rest of the facility had to suffer his horrid taste in music. Viola could only pray that this was not the case.

 

[Aldur]

Ioana C?l?toru

Extra

Location: CD and Y


Tag:- @Manic Muse @CloudyBlueDay @Giyari @Gus @DJ MagicHat @Anomaly


OOC Notes:

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Touching, truly. Ioana was rather unphased by the bitterness of the two basic teen gurls(hue) flaming with angst and... teenage life. Sweet seventeen. Eyes remained pointed at the desk while her head leaned to the left. When she was seventeen she was still dealing drugs in bad neighbourhoods. She puffed a blast of air out of her nose and smiled. No one expected to be pointed to her when buying narcotics.


Suddenly, loud thud! Just as soon as the radioactive girl in the back was being pressured into giving a reply of her own. Oh, how cruel and terrible the universe is. Mr. Mallory had somehow managed to move the desk and climb on it and then... you know what. Shit just got a hell of a lot weirder. That's it. Miss Toxic peaced the fuck out which forced a muffled chuckle from the speedster, who was trying to make sense of the situation, albeit through laughs and puffs.


God forbid, you, the reader, think this is over. Oh no no no. It just begins. This recap is just getting better and better. The "Ravemaster" barged in, flamboyant as ever, strumming that guitar like there's no tomorrow. Ioana rushed her hands to cover her ears and with a wide, toothy grin on her face she yelled to the top of her lungs .


"SICK RIFFS, BRO!" Unsure if the teacher had actually heard her, Ioana stepped away from her desk and squinted at the hole in the wall.


Viola had reacted more aggressively to the sick riffs, unfortunately, talking about asking first and then shooting. But where's the fun in that? She knew best. Going in guns blazing was more satisfying than the stealth run. She blinked behind Hannah in the tenth of a second with a gust of wind following her. That was what her limiter dictated and it threw Ioana off. Trying to regain balance, she laid a hand on Hannah's shoulder.

 

[TerraBooma]

Location: Commonwealth HQ


Company: Mary, Joel, Kendrick, The Director, Chris


Tags: @ViAdvena @Captifate @Necessity4Fun @welian @Bag o Fruit


Group: Party in the CIA

Kennith's group of traveling companions was...interesting, to say the very least. One of them was a little bit of a grump, with his hoodie up and his angry glares but Kennith had dealt with his type before. Kennith would leave him alone for now, there was no point in pushing any sort of unwanted friendship on the guy after all. The others were friendly enough, although the director lady was turning out to be a bit of a weird one. She seemed remarkably relaxed for someone who had a lot of powers, not to mention a bit unnerving about her relaxed attitude, but she seemed to be confident at least, which was reassuring. The Mary girl was nice, she seemed really friendly at the least, Kennith ended up standing beside her for the most part, giving her another friendly smile. "Nice to meet you Mary, you can call me Kenny if you like, most people do." He shrugged and looked ahead, past where the scream came from with his friendly smile turning into a soft frown.


"Is he going to be okay? Some people uh...they don't take spiders very well, if that's what it was anyway." He gave the group a helpless shrug." As they continued along, Kennith struggled of what to think to do to make small talk. He was a friendly guy, sure. But it seemed to him that supers were a bit more finicky in what they wanted to talk abotu half the time. Letting out a sigh, Kennith went to the only conversational topic he could think of just then.


"So uh...what can you guys do? I mean, if I'm not prying or anything. I'm just curious is all. I can astrally project...which is weird, but kinda cool in a way too right?"

 

[Aldur]

Angel With A Shotgun


Oh, snowy, snowy Baltimore. Eve was squatting down and looking at all the snow around her. A warm breath marked the end of her little break. It was her day off, and she couldn't help but wonder if she made the right choice leaving the whole class to Mr. Mallory. As big and heavy as he was, the man couldn't handle kids extremely well. She brushed off the thought along with some snow off her boots.


Dressed in digital camo pants, a suggestive, retro t-shirt and an open blue navy parka with the sleeves obviously ripped off. The enormous parka hood was covering a big part of her head. The bulging, metallic arms were resting on her body, hands in pockets. She walked casually through the Mall's automated doors after which she picked up the pace. Breakfast's calling.


A breakfast, that would have to wait. As soon as Eve reached the line to the nearest KFC a scream broke the usual chatter you'd hear in a mall. The instant reaction of her growling stomach made her eyebrows arch with displeasure. The hood went down, and the carbon knuckles were cracked. Such a terrible habit, those knuckles cracked quite a few times louder. Contrary to the popular belief, that did not really damage the joints at all, fortunately for Eve.


@Teh Frixz @Giyari @Guilded Clover @RemainingQuestions @Zahzi

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Kendrick Haywood

​

Location: Commonwealth: Baltimore HQ - En route to the laboratory, near some stairs.


People around: Mary, Joel, Kennith, Hoodie guy (Chris), Harry the agent, Director Chernov


Group: Party in the CIA


Interactions: @Captifate , @TerraBooma


-feeling uncomfortable-

"Huh? There was someone back there?", he thought to himself, when he turned to see the isolated member of their group. The boy was so caught up in his own worries, that if it wasn't for Mary, he wouldn't have noticed it.


That guy seemed like a loner, hidden inside his hoodie and leaning on the wall. He seemed to be 'enjoying' the tour as much as Kendrick was. Plus one person with destroyed expectations...


There was no use in trying to communicate with someone whose body-language clearly screamed 'Leave me alone' so, the teenager turned his attention to the rest of the group.


Finally, Director Chernov stepped down and let an agent restart the tour. Kendrick couldn't help but feel pity for the guy, he was so oblivious! Commonwealth was probably not the most indicated job for someone like him.


As agent Harry started talking about laboratory work and electromagnetic signatures, the boy felt his boredom level decrease a little, only to have the explanation interrupted by a spider. This was not the proper way for an agent to act, disappointing. Also, why did this had to happen when things were getting interesting?


Kendrick gave up any hope to regain his good mood...


"None of us tumbled down the stairs, if that's your inquiry...", he replied to Joel's question in monotone, completely ignoring Kennith's worried statements. If Harry the agent was okay or not, having a shower of questions and no one ACTUALLY helping, was NOT going to change his situation...


Just as the teenager was about to drown in boredom again, the kid, whose statements he had just ignored, attempted to start a conversation.


Kendrick was expecting for a opportunity like that, chatting would certainly take his attention out the boring tour and help him engage in social activities! But, when he realised the topic was going to be powers, he dropped a little.


He would tell them, and as always, someone would make fun of him. No matter how many times he had tried this, the outcome was the same, and, no matter how much he knew it, he couldn't afford to not care. It was quite the dilemma.


He listened as Kennith told everyone briefly about his own ability. Kendri couldn't think of any utility 'Astrally Projecting yourself' would have for him, besides spying, which was obviously wrong and only to be done under VERY special conditions, like stopping the end of the world. He had to agree it was kinda cool though. Being on two places at the same time, even if you're sleeping in one of them...


Deciding to be the next and end this as fast as he could, Kendrick satiated the cheerful boy's curiosity:


"Toy Manipulation.", there was a noticeable pause between the words, and even if it was still his normal way of talking, the tone betrayed a little bit of Kendri's own insecurity. However, he quickly completed in a more lively manner: "And, yeah... Astral projection sounds kinda cool"

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Denzil de Klerk

Location: Political Powers classroom


Mood:


Group: Spooky Scary Skeletons


@'s: @Necessity4Fun @too much idea

Denzil smiled softly at the girls explanation glad that it wasn't something bad. Denzil was confused for a moment as she scavenged in her bag, until she pulled out the gloves he had lent her the day before. With a smile, he stuffed them in the right pockets in his coat, no matter what, he would never like the cold weather. "That's why I lent them, isn't it?" He smiled at her. But then she brought up the fact that they were already both late. He sighed and pushed himself up from the ground with a wince. He didn't offer Cecilia a hand up, as his hands still hurt from his earlier fall, and he could feel the skin starting to stick to the fabric of his gloves.


"Well then, lets move! I'm pretty sure there's promotional material that has a map somewhere in the teacher's lounge." Denzil shrugged of his coat as they walked there, and dropped it on one of the chairs. With some wincing he pulled of his gloves before holding his hands under the tap. The water stung, but Denzil knew how necessary it was. While his hands were being rinsed out he looked first at the coffee machine and found it sadly empty, to be expected on a Saturday morning, but still sad, next he looked around for the stack of random flyers, the remnants that hadn't been handed out. Satisfied that his palms were clean, he carefully dabbed them dry before looking at the stack. The top didn't have a map, but the one down from that did. The flyer had some outdated information, it was nearly two years old, but the map was still accurate. "There you go, that has a map." He handed the flyer to Cecilia, and realized that he should have done this yesterday to start with.


"Now, since we're already late, lets not dawdle and get to class." He led the walk to his classroom, and like he expected there was already a student waiting. What he hadn't expected was it to be one of his students from yesterday. It shouldn't surprise him that this was the student that was on time though, as he had been on time before too, only that time he himself wasn't late. With an apologetic smile to Mitch he opened his classroom to them. He sat down behind his desk and started up his computer, and touched his little mint plant with the tips of his fingers.