Episode 2: Utter Mayhem

[Bag o Fruit]

Mood: Hmmmm...


Location: Commonwealth HQ


Company: CIA group

Chris Kravitz

So everybody pretty much simultaneously took the opportunity Scarlet had opened to give Chris a weird look (y'know, except whasname... Joel) but what else was new. Chris had a lot of experience being the kid who checks into a new school in May and never comes back. So he left himself alone to mutter at the director of Commonwealth while everyone else started turning their attention to descending the stairs. A skill in which agents are apparently not trained. Jesus.


Chris made like he was going to file in line behind everyone else, and paid close attention to people nearby. Specifically whether they were fooled.

Mood: Hmmmm...


Location: Baltimore Zoo.


Company: Zoo-goers and lots of birbs.

Allen McNabb//Lazarus

"Fascinating..." Lazarus had Allen take a few steps back and pull a notepad out of his lab coat pocket. This is not a normal situation. So why is a strange man riding away on a very large flightless bird? Why are these birds everywhere? Why are those three students following the strange man? Wait... didn't we read something about how students should not follow strange men? So their reaction is not normal... or it is and that is why it is warned against on the internet. Perhaps they should be informed of our discovery...


Allen carefully slid the notepad back into his pocket and ran off after Eden and the rest, heroically falling on his face after about 4 steps. Sugar. Lazarus meticulously reoriented Allen, head over body over legs. And some feet in there somewhere... Confound this stiff and difficult body! What to do... Allen examined the surroundings (not stylistically unlike the T-800), settling on Praxidike. Aha!


"Miss K-Kokinos, there is something of dire importance you must tell Mister Trammel, Mister Gray and Mister Marsolet!"

 

[Captifate]

Joel Dawson

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Mood: Irked.


Music: --


Location: Commonwealth office.


Company: Kendrick, Kennith, Mary, some other guy & Director Chernov. Oh yeah, and that clumsy agent fellow.


@s: @Bag o Fruit


OOC: Reacted to @TerraBooma | @Necessity4Fun

How lucky were you when you could ask 'what are your powers?' with the same gravitas, or lack thereof, as 'what kinda music do you like'? Mulling over why exactly Kennith's question genuinely bothered him, Joel remained quiet while allowing the rest of their classmates to fill in the silence. His train of thought crashed into the tunnel before the light towards the end: His resources diverted towards Kendrick's remark - no one should have been surprised that he could distinguish between voices - and Joel began the contemplation process anew.


He had no reason to take Kendrick's dull comment personally, but he wondered if it would come across poorly to let it slip away into the abyss of unacknowledged thoughts. A simple "thank you" escaped from his lips like a reluctant post-script. When you spent your entire life with the spotlight glaring down on you while somehow still remaining invisible, you learned to empathize with people when they were ignored. That was precisely why Joel slowed his pace, hoping he had fallen into step with their black sheep.


"Either you're simply being shy or you've a chip on your shoulder. In the end, it doesn't much matter," - he lowered his voice - "No one likes being singled out. It's never the shit they spew; it's the crowding around, that feeling like you're being suffocated by everyone who just doesn't get it."

 

[ViAdvena]

Marianne Ross

Location:


Commonwealth HQ


Company:


Director Scarlet


Joel


Kennith


Kendrick


Chris


Group:


Party in the CIA



​

Mary walked with the group, silently wondering about these friends and what kind of trouble is 'right' in the Director's view. Although her focus quickly changed when the guiding agent (Harry? So that's how people who fell victim to the 'gaze' looked) began his tour.


They went through a short corridor as their guide explained about what the laboratory was for, and Mary couldn't help but think. Behind these walls were probably many rooms that were restricted from guests and contained many things that will never be allowed out in public. If someone were able to walk through these walls, they could see what those things are. Wonder who was someone who want to take that opportunity...


Oh, who are we kidding.


Everyone's attention was to the guide, and the guide's attention was to his own explanation. If Mary let herself drift to the back of the group, none would have known where she disappeared into-


"- Did you know a lot of our powers leave behind electromagnetic signatures? We can trace that-"


Or maybe they will. Damn it.


Then Joel decided it's time to do a group check. Mary replied, "Nope, still complete," while hoping the complete opposite. Unlike Kennith, Mary didn't pay any mind to Harry the Tumbling Agent. Hey, arachnophobia or not, he was an agent, surely he could handle it or else he would have been dead since a long time ago.


Kennith's next question about their power, now that get her focus. "Astral projection? That sound useful." Mary commented. Yes, the power to go everywhere undetected and unhindered by physical barrier can have many use, indeed. Although she also wondered whether this projection also leave electromagnetic signature, thus made the 'undetected' part questionable. Hope not.


The next was Kendrick, one of the students whose power Mary was yet to find out. So he had Toy Manipulation? That's kind of...unexpected. Though she didn't know what she actually expected from him. Mary curiously asked, "Do you mean you can create toys like puppets and control them?" She imagined it's something along the line of 'puppetmaster'.


Mary waited for the other, but no more answer came. She glanced back and saw Joel had moved to the back of the group and was talking about something to the hoodie guy. Good, now everyone was aware of that guy presence. To be honest, it unsettled her when someone around her slipped under radar like that. Mary herself just noticed him right after she turned around to answer Kennith's introduction. If she didn't make other people aware that he existed, she might forget it herself.


She turned back to Kennith and Kendrick. "My power?" Mary's smile looked both mischievous and secretive, "Well, it's something that makes me can speak to people from a far...or shield me from the rain..." she counted with her fingers, "...or makes me able to store stuffs and pull them out of thin air later." Her smile widened. "Let's just say it's very useful."

 

[Dusky]

WARNING: Description of a spider.

HANNAH SCOGGAN || SPYFALL || OUTSIDE THE COLLATERAL DAMAGE CLASSROOM

Interactions

@welian

Mentions

@Aldur, @DJ MagicHat

Even with the forewarning and consequent muffling, the noise levels are very uncomfortable for Hannah, not to mention confusing. He was a teacher and probably knew something she didn't that justified his actions, but she couldn't for her life figure out why he was immediately causing such a ruckus. She'd been on edge from the start and everything had felt very urgent, but the notion that the person crawling through the ceilings was hostile had been one considered, not taken for fact.


Of course, she can't muster too much sympathy for creepy people who slink about unseen. As if to illustrate that thought, Hannah feels a hand on her shoulder following a gust of wind. Hannah shrieks as her heart thuds, and then rapidly turns into a pile of clothes on the floor. A large, thin spider with bright yellow pigmentation scuttles across Iona's foot and up the wall, around the doorframe, and into the ceiling through the thin space between tile and frame, relieved as the noise dampening significantly reduces the intense discomfort of so much sensory input for such a small creature.


She curiously climbs on top of a human's prone form before realizing, in that dim register her thoughts take on as a spider, that this is probably the intruder everyone is so fussed about.

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Cecilia Rizzo Pellegrini

​

Location: AEGIS Training Facility 108 - Entrance Teacher's Lounge Political Powers classroom


People around: Denzil, A short haired girl fiddling with her cellphone (Mitch)


Group: Spooky Scary Skeletons


Interactions: @RemainingQuestions


What IS that crazy teacher doing this time??

Cecilia let out the breath she was holding when Denzil did not ask any further about the sudden Italian she almost let out. Instead, he mentioned that the Teacher's Lounge might have old flyers with the facility map. Oh, A Map! That would make her life so much easier!!


She followed him through the corridor. It was a silent walk, since she didn't know what else to say to start a conversation.


The girl stood on a corner where she wouldn't get in the way and watched as Denzil wet his hands with water. She had absolutely no idea why he was doing that, it was too cold to even consider getting wet! But, she didn't ask the reason and kept watching as he moved to the flyer pile and messed around with it.


After a while he grabbed one of them and handed it out to her. Cecilia flipped it around to see the map and after being awe-struck for a couple seconds, finally replied:


"This is perfect! Thank you very much, Mr. Denzil~"


When he mentioned going to class, Cecilia just nodded at him and followed suit. This time with the map in hands, she looked at it to see all the places they were passing: Bathrooms; offices; Mental Discipline classroom, which was oddly silent this time; and an empty class.


Even though Mental Discipline classroom was empty, she could still hear the loud music that was Mr. Asher's trademark but, It was coming from the Collateral Damage and you classroom, according to her map...


"The map looks old so, maybe the classes changed place?", she thought to herself and paid no more attention to the commotion on the class by the end of the corridor.


Entering the Political Powers classroom, Cecilia took notice of another classmate. It was a girl with short hair and she was playing with her cellphone. She had the urge to go all "What game are you playing?" but, since she seemed to be busy, the Italian just sat in the chair by her side and waited for class to start.


Remembering how Mental Discipline Class had gone yesterday and listening to all the guitar sounds coming from the nearby room, she wondered what kind of crazy things Asher was doing at his class this time...

 

[yoikes]

Mitch Castle


Current Mood: 'Finally!'


Location: Political Powers Classroom


With: @Necessity4Fun @RemainingQuestions


Group: Spooky Scary Skeletons





Mitch was so having fun playing with her cellphone, that she didn't notice the door opening and didn't see Mr. Denzil's apologetic smile. She only realized that they are here after a girl as tall as Mitch herself suddenly sat next to her. Mitch then took a glance at Mr. Denzil, already seated behind his desk in front of the class and currently waiting for the computer to boot up. So she put away her phone, locking it and placed it on the table in front of her.


Then, she turned to the brown-haired girl next to her. Mitch remembers her from the snowball fight. Wasn't they were on the same team? Air, her senses are telling her. What's up with her today, meeting the people with powers from all sort of different earthly elements? Water, Fire, and now Air. It's not like she hates them. In fact, Mitch always fond of them elemental users because how easy it is to learn to use their power and how much things she could do with it.


"Hello, good morning!" Mitch greeted the brown-haired girl with a smile. "Mitch Castle, you can call me Mitch. Do you remember me from the snowball fight?"

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Denzil de Klerk

Location: Political Powers Classroom


Mood:


Group: Spooky Scary Skeletons


@'s: @too much idea @Necessity4Fun @welian @ViAdvena

A soft sigh escaped Denzil as Mitch introduced herself to Cecilia. At least they didn't seem to have issues with each other. It rarely happened that students did, but with classes as small as his, it had disastrous consequences if it did. He pulled his hand away from the mint when it reached the skinned parts of his hands, hissing slightly. He loved contact with his plants, but mint leaves in open wounds, even shallow ones, wasn't comfortable. He sat forward when his computer finished booting, and pulled up the list of students that should be in this class.


Another sigh escaped him as he checked the students that were here and the list. There were two more that had to show. He checked his watch, and decided to wait five more minutes. Honestly, starting the class with half of it missing seemed wrong. He stood up, moving in front of his desk before leaning on it. "I'd like to apologize for being late, Mitch," after all, she was the only one of them that was actually on time, "unfortunately, we still miss two students, and seeing as they're half of the class, I'm giving them five more minutes before we start without them."


He looked at both his students again before he sat down on his desk. Being back in front of class, with willing students to teach calmed him. His shoulders dropped, and he laid his hands on his legs, with the palms facing upward. A creaking groaning noise spread through the building, and Denzil shuddered. The noise was one of many, as all buildings this old had in this weather, but he still felt like there was something more going on, a twist in his gut. Slowly he breathed out and in, and pushed the feeling aside.

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Luci Tolbert

Location: Owing Mills Mall


Mood: Terrified


Group: Angel with a Shotgun


@'s: @Zahzi

As Luci continued to push against the people and towards the origin of the scream, he could feel himself overheating. The large group of people made the air feel heavy with heat, even though it was cold outside. He wanted to take of his light jacket, but he wanted to get to whatever screamed first. He continued to uselessly push against the crowds when several loud cracks were heard. Instinctively, Luci moved away from their origin, while looking if he could see it. The crowd let him move to the side more easily, not giving near the resistance that they had before. That was, until he slammed into a wall. Or, as Luci finally turned to look where he was moving again, a human wall. He looked up, and up again, and his eyes, which were already large with shock grew even larger. He was sure that he had seen this man before, worse yet, he had seen him yesterday, at Facility 108.


It explained why the crowds had been so much easier to get through here, after all, the man had an aura of doom around him. Luci gulped and looked down before looking at his face again. "Sorry sir." Luci's eyes grew even larger, and his light grew somewhat brighter as he stumbled over the apology. Realizing that he was still standing far too close to this teacher of Facility 108 he stepped back and moved his hands up like he wanted to pat him before quickly dropping them.

 

[Giyari]

Mood: - Curious


Group: - Angel with a Shotgun


Location: - Owing Mills Mall


Company: - Eve Knox


@'s: - @Aldur


Other: -

Director Swan - Audio


Sometimes you just had to accept things for what they were and move on with life, a staff meeting at IHOP to use up the last of the budget was one of those things. If it were up to him, Jason would have ordered in more bags of filter coffee, or bought a new coffee machine, or a beer fridge for the staff room... He was a simple man with simple loves, beer, coffee, nice shortbread, and music.


Music was the main thing on his mind at the moment, sitting with a pair of oversized vintage headphones on his head at a small table at their chosen pancake themed eatery with a more than questionable coffee and a pile of papers in front of him, the older gentleman tried to block out the sounds of the bustling mall. His powers weren't suited to such an environment, not with his sensitive hearing, in fact if it wasn't for the music, the scream at the other end of the mall followed by shocked statements and shouts would be more than just a background noise, it would be as clear as a pin dropping in a silent room.


It wasn't just his powers that made him feel out of place, over the years his dress sense had moved on from the standard military/security regalia of tank tops, muscle shirts, combat pants and para boots. Sure, that was fine when he was an active Commonwealth security force officer, but being a teacher required something more refined, as such shirts and ties had become commonplace on his figure, and very comfortable to wear. Maybe it was an age thing. At the moment his black three piece suit with matching dark charcoal shirt and deep purple tie, coupled with a long black overcoat, made him look less like an education facility director, and more like a hitman with a terrible sense of blending in... He felt badass though so whatever.


Sipping his watery coffee, Jason looked around at the people shooting him sideways glances.


"Still got it..." he thought to himself with a smirk, then as the track he was listening to stopped...


"wait was that a scream..." yes, it took him that long to realise. Slipping his oversized headphones from his ears, he listened through the crowd for any signs of distress, which lo and behold, there were.


Grabbing his stack of paperwork, stuffing it haphazardly back into his briefcase, and throwing his overcoat on, Jason made for the weirdly niche restaurant's exit, and with less than a few seconds passing, spotted Eve making her way through the mall, those arms stood out a mile away...


"Miss Knox!"" He shouted over the crowd, hoping to get the assistant teacher's attention.

 

[Suzuki Mine]

Location: Baltimore Zoo


Company: Brahn J., Keysor, Beckett, Crane, Huang, Travis, Marsolet, McNabb, Trammel, Gray, Bird Terrorist


Mood: Business


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


OOC: gg

Oh yes, Praxi taking out her cigarette when she did was unparalleled timing.


In what felt like a short period of time, Praxi's concerns with the trip as they had been began to change over to a more serious tone. It had started off with the arrival of one David Travis, whom proceeded to not just assault any old vehicle in the middle of the parking lot driving lanes, but the vehicle belonging to a staff member. Right in her range of vision. No, that wasn't gonna fly at all, and if she had enough time, she would've acted accordingly. Sadly, Praxi wasn't allowed to do her first student takedown of the day right then. No, there was something else that demanded her attention.


The screams of surprise and fear were superseded by the cacophony of bird cries. With each passing second the sounds got louder, until they were close enough to accompany the fleeing forms of some of the zoo patrons. With some reluctance at what she might see if she did so, she let out a deep mental sigh and turned towards the bulk of the noise. Lo and behold, what she came to set her eyes upon was a large flock of birds. Some were airborne; circling above the area like a flurry of dark and light. Some were on the ground, either running about wildly or attacking civilians without a second thought. All of this was met with the most unamused of looks from Praxi; unamused and not surprised.


From there it was a flurry of movement from the group she was watching over. Almost immediately, Trammel decided it was a good idea to emulate the criminal responsible for this and somehow wrangled himself an ostrich to ride. This became doubly as troublesome when yet another - Leon was it? - joined him in the antics. Praxi made a mental note to properly dispense discipline over the matter once this whole fiasco was over. They weren't the only ones who'd be held responsible for their actions though. Brahn got himself knocked around, which he responded to by making some kind of scrap metal amalgamation and charging forward. Marsolet decided to attempt to confront the astride offender with a swing set chain. Keysor had decided this was a great time to take a nap. Beckett had run off after Crane, who then proceeded to turn into a giant and attempt to direct people out, and Travis was actually doing what was asked of the group by Huang. And to top it off, Old Man McNabb was telling her she needed to relay something to some of the students.


Praxi took one last, long, slow inhale from her cigarette, then crushed the cherry in the palm of her gloved hand as she breathed out the cloud of smoke.


"Maybe I should ask for a raise."


As she spoke Praxi closed her eyes, but when she opened them again the feel was somewhat different. For the most part Praxi was like the smoke drifting from a lit cigarette; mellow and shaping with the winds. She did was she had to in order to keep things moving along, even if some of those things spread her thin. It was for the better of everyone. Now though, within those cool eyes was a kind of steel. This was a crisis in the making, despite how absurd the entire thing was. She had been given orders, and even more orders were coming her way from yet another source. The responsibilities were stacking up, and Praxi wasn't the kind of woman to simply stand idly as thing went down around her. She flexed her fingers some, then made the leather of her gloves groan as she clenched a fist.


"Good, McNabb. I was just getting ready to make my way over and drag their asses back. Make it quick."

 

[Zahzi]

-Angel with a Shotgun-

Hunter RED Ward

Location: Baltimore Mall.

Nearby: Tolbert ( @RemainingQuestions )

Disposition: Contemplating making that agent piss himself...

Hunter had hardly even noticed the impact from Tolbert as he was trying to look for the source of the scream. He finally recognized the fact someone had run into him when he suddenly stopped moving forward in the same momentum as before. He looked down at Luci, watching their awkward movements with a dry expression.

With the addition to the awkwardness brought on by the attempted patting, Hunter finally spoke up.

"It's a shopping mall, Tolbert. Not a petting zoo. If you wanted that rendition of pointless bullshit, you should have signed up for Huang's excursion of a useless, petty feel-good trip of pretentious jackassery." he said loud enough for a few people to flinch at his tone.

With a blink, he looked beyond Luci and near the entrance to the store and saw what appeared to be a Commonwealth agent who thought he had gone unnoticed by Red for the past twenty minutes. Looks like he was still under surveillance. Chernov was losing her touch with subtlety it seemed. Of course, that might have had to do with when she traded her cigarettes for donuts. 'To be healthier.' she claimed. Trading Cancer for Diabetes isn't exactly a great secret to a long life.

He shook his head, a wandering mind was hardly needed right now. He looked back down at Tolbert, his eyebrow raised.

"Was there something you needed, kid?"
​

 

[welian]

Spyfall

Location: Collateral Damage classroom


Roleplayers: @Anomaly @CloudyBlueDay @DJ MagicHat @Giyari @Gus @Manic Muse @Semblance @Suzuki Mine

The thief clung tightly to the girders, holding her breath and trying to minimize her existence – not that such a thing was possible, but no one here was normal.


It was too late though.


All she could was stare wide-eyed at the man who found her, and then squinted. Why was he so blurry? It was like light bent around h – ohhhh. She read that file. There was no getting out of this. She had to play along, or else she would be crucified – if not by the freaks, then by Raguel!


“Uhm…” For such a bold spy, her voice was timid and small. “Well… a villain is the opposite of a hero.” Duh. She cringed. Why did she have to play along?! Oh, right. She wanted to survive. “So by whatever terms you use to d – “


She cut off suddenly as she heard another male’s voice, and then… LOUD NOISES. Everything started to explode into chaos as the students began to complain and try to stop the music. She was glad she wasn’t the only one who thought it sounded horrible!


In all the commotion, she hardly noticed a spider crawling up on her. Lots of spiders had been crawling all over her that morning.


And that was when she fell. The ceiling tiles gave way under her, perhaps affected by Mallory’s gravitational pull, perhaps straining under the weight of her and her gear.


“Owww…”

Spoiler

 

[DJ MagicHat]

Flight of the Valkyries


Location: WITH MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS and I guess a few other people BUT I THINK THEY'RE COMING AROUND!


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


Yes! he thought. This is brilliant! Everything's going just as I dreamed it would! Now, I just need to WHAT ARE THOSE KIDS DOING.





Henry took a moment to preen himself.


"YOU THERE!" he shouted. "FOOLISH CHILDREN! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! YOU CAN'T JUST-"


He stopped short with a yelp as a chain smacked the ground near him.


"HEY!" he shouted at the chain-wielder, his attention suddenly drawn away from the kids to...another child!? Where were their parents!?


"BE CAREFUL WITH THAT!" he shouted. "YOU COULD HURT SOMEONE WITH THAT THING!"


A squawk from Henry brought him back to the big picture.


He cringed.


"Alright," he growled. "You kids just wanna play games? Well, let's see if you like THIS game!"


he spread his arms out, in a holier-than-thou sort of a way that tried to be dramatic but just couldn't quite make it. But the sudden influx of birds from every direction got it close.


Birds of every variety from all over the zoo and a large area of the surrounding city began circling ominously, creating a rather disgusting rainstorm with this strange and scary man at the eye of it.


"BEHOLD!" he screamed over the cacophony. "THE COMING OF THE AGE OF THE FEATHER!"


He clenched his hands into fists, and the birds all dove. They circled around the area, not really "attacking" per se, but whizzing around with enough speed that they would definitely hurt if they flew into something. Like a limb.


And as the avian maelstrom grew ever louder, the strange man started laughing uncontrollably. He heeled Henry as he roared, the sound of his madness deafened by a thousand screaming birds of all kinds swirling around him.


I love this game.

 

[TerraBooma]

Kennith Warfield

Party in the CIA​

Kennith blinked at Kendrick's response at first, it took the boy a few seconds to process his power, which both allowed for a long pause and the others to fill their own opinions in on what they thought on Kendrick's own supernatural abilities. "You can manipulate toys? That's....so..." Kennith's voice paused, as if he was struggling to decide what word would be worth it to describe such an odd power. His answer however, was fairly surprising.


"Cool!" Kennith exclaimed, a grin on his face. "So you can just...control Toys? That's awesome man!" Kennith chuckled loudly. "Heck, it's probably better than what I got." The teen gave a helpless shrug. "I can think of some uses for yours since...well, I haven't been able to get my power very far yet...at all. So moving my mind through walls isn't as cool as it seems, not nearly." Kennith shrugged. After that, he turned to Mary, a pondering look on his face. What kind of power could she be alluding too? Kennith pondered it a for a short time, trying to figure out what exactly she meant. If it could store things, as well as protect her...maybe it was dimension based? Kennith couldn't be totally sure. After all, there were no guarantee it wasn't some power he completely didn't understand. Still....maybe it was portable pocket dimensions? That would make sense...Kennith nodded, deciding to go with that theory for now.


Still, that wasn't going to prevent him from at least attempting to get information out of the mysterious power wielder. "Store stuff eh...is it strenuous? Oh! Is it portable?" Kennith knew that was probably a big deal, there was a grin on his face. If Mary wanted to play all secretive with her power, Kennith would try and deduce it.


After all, wasn't that part of the fun?

 

[Captain Hesperus]

Mood: - Violently interested


Location: - Maryland Zoo, Baltimore


With: - McNabb, Lucas, Victoria, Katherine, Kyle, Praxi, Eden, Tabby, Leon, Jordan, Crazy Bird-guy.


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


Other: -

Danny Travis

Shit was most definitely happening. Despite what Danny was saying to the norms, they were still dawdling in their 'evacuation'. It was times like this, or when running to get somewhere, Danny wished he had fire-producing powers. Easy to get people to move when you are self-immolating. Even better if you aren't actually hurt by the flames. Danny paused as he saw the logic of his argument.


"Nah, fuck that. It'd ruin my clothes. It's not like I have many anyway."


Behind him, the Living Clothes-pile have clambered out of the dumpster on gigantic spider legs. The 'Lightning Dolt' was playing with a swing set and...... HOLY FUCK ON A BLANKET! Danny's eyes slowly took in the humongous expanse of the new girl's naked leg. Up from ankle, past shin, over knee, along thigh to.....


*click* *click* *click*


Danny lowered his phone and scrolled through the photos.


"And that one's gonna be my wallpaper.", he grinned to himself.


He turned to see several tourists, Japanese maybe?, also taking pictures of the entire scene with the wealth of cameras they were carrying.


"Yo, fuck off, willya? Crazy freaks're trying to take out another crazy freak. Also don't mind the giant naked chick, she's new. But I bet she's better looking than Godzilla, amirite?"

 

[ViAdvena]

Gabrielle D'Avolo

Location:


On the way to the Political Power class


Mood:


Tranquil?


Tags:

@RemainingQuestions @Necessity4Fun @too much idea




​

-

Morgan Brahn

Location:


On the way to the Political Power class. With donuts


Mood:


In panic?

​

Gabrielle always thought the sea is beautiful.


A never-ending wave of deep blue, stretched far to the sky on the horizon. So vast that if a body was thrown into it there's little to no hope to find it again.


Beautiful, indeed.


Perhaps the location they're in was the only upside from the situation they had to go through. Beside the close and beautiful sea, Baltimore was far enough from their previous location that it's unlikely anyone will recognize them here. It also has a high crime rate compared with other cities, making one more person disappearance a small add to the statistic. What an ideal city for them to live.


With her eyes on the sea instead on her steps, she didn't pay much attention to the path she walked on. It's shouldn't come as a surprise that when there's another person in her path, she wasn't quick enough to avoid them.

-------

​

With a soft groan of malcontent, Morgan hoofed his way up to the facility for Saturday morning classes. He envied his little brother, who got to go to the zoo for community service – Morgan loved animals dearly, especially the cute little ones. Political Powers, in comparison, would be a drag. At least the building was heated.


His cellphone started buzzing – his alarm for class. It was 10 already?! Morgan panicked, and started to run to class. There was NO way he’d be late again! He was an exceptional student, and if he got in trouble, he wouldn’t be allowed to get rid of his limiter when he turned 18!


For the second day in a row, the boy slipped on a patch of ice, yelping in terror as physics sent him lurching into the path of a pretty student.


Gabrielle lose her footing from the impact, and only a well-placed bench prevented her from completely sprawling on the ground like the other boy. After regaining her balance by gripping on the backrest of the bench, she looked down. Gaby blinked slowly at the fallen boy, as if she was just now proceeding what happened in her surroundings. If she were surprised, that calm gaze didn't show it at all.


"Be careful," she mumbled softly, "if you fall the wrong way, you might break your bones."


There's an unsettling ambience in her tone that didn't match her word, something close to a subtle, chilling anticipation. But it quickly disappeared into a soft smile and a look of concern. She extended her hand, offering help for the boy to stand up.


"Oh - uh - wow, I'm sorry about that, I really am – “ Morgan stammered out an apology from where he was laying on the ground. Something about her made him nervous – probably the fact that he was starting to make an uncomfortable habit of inappropriate contact with women.


“Erm…. Yeah. Sorry.” He took her help and stood up. To his relief, he only landed on his ass, and not on his backpack. Said backpack contained a very important payload: a muffin in a gift box for Cecilia, and a large box of a dozen donuts for Red. A bribe, of course, to keep the teacher from informing Morgan’s parents of the incident between him and Cecilia. “I’ll keep that in mind…”


Gaby only nodded at Morgan reply. She then looked around, as if searching for something- well, someone actually. Her brother was yet to come. He was off somewhere to finish some business, so she came to here first.


She looked back at Morgan. Might make some use of this boy. "Are you a regular student here?" Gaby spoke again. "This is my first visit, so I'm not familiar with the..." she waved her hand. "...location." The schedule they gave to her listed the subjects they had to take today, but not the map of the building. Those agents need more space in their memory it seems. Removal of skull's frontal plate would help that. "...Would you help me point out where Political Power classroom is?"


Morgan's brightened slightly. "I am! And, that's actually where I'm going too!" He readjusted his glasses - an older pair that he kept on hand for emergencies, such as breaking his normal glasses by stepping on them after getting despectacled by a high velocity snowball thrown by a small Italian girl - and gave the new girl a friendly smile. He still couldn't shake that odd feeling though, and wondered what his muted telepathy might be trying to warn him of.


In the distance, he could hear the wailing of an electric guitar, and some shouting. That meant the mental disciple class was well under way, at least.


"I can lead you there. It's up on the second floor of the main building, which is, well, this one right here."


As they approached the class, the sound of the guitar became louder and louder, to the point where Gaby wondered whether a resistance to ruptured eardrum were part of the curriculum. But the Political Power class was quiet when they arrived there, so at least it was not a part of this class lesson. Her gaze traveled across the room. Two chatting students. One teacher. All supers. How nice.





"Good morning," she said to them, "sorry for being late." Although from the look of it, the class was yet to begin.

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Kendrick Haywood

​

Location: Commonwealth: Baltimore HQ - Still near some stairs.


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


Group: Party in the CIA


Interactions: @ViAdvena , @TerraBooma


-sweating cold-

Not taking notice that Joel had sank to the back of the group, Kendrick waited on his other colleagues reactions.


He had hoped the subject had moved to someone else's ability but, nope, it seemed he had instead raised more questions about his own!


To make it worse, that girl Marianne, knew EXACTLY what questions to ask, and pushed the teenager to a wall. Well, he knew it was coming sooner or later but, he hadn't prepared himself enough yet...


"Do I tell the truth or break my own virtue and tell a lie?", he thought to himself, as if he had another choice. Obviously, he didn't.


Pretending not to be annoyed by the repeated use of the world 'control', which he had a deep dislike for, the boy took a breath and proceeded to calmly reply to his received questions:


"No, I can't actually create them out of thin air. I have to bring them with me."


Normally right after that, people started either laughing or thinking where he would have toys on him. This time, he wasn't going to give them the chance: "My backpack isn't filled exclusively with snacks, you know?", he completed with a sigh.


"There, 'cat is out of the box'. Make fun all you want but, do be brief.", that's what he wanted to say but, had no courage to let out.


Instead, he just waited for the harsh comments to start. He had seen it numerous times. A friendly greeting, a conversation, it was enough to make individuals not talk to him again, or worse, talk behind his back. Humanity at it's finest.


Welp, he could still enjoy himself before the downfall:


"Hey, you mustn't put yourself down kid. You may not see it now but, maybe, in the future, it is exactly what's going to aid you in overcoming a trial and then, you'll learn to like yourself more than everyone else ever did. Well, There is the probability that people will still be unpleasant but, you can just ignore them.", he shrugged.


Was that him trying to cheer Kennith up, or simply venting? Kendrick wasn't really sure himself. What he was sure, is that it had been the most awkward cheer ever...


After involuntarily calling a teenager his age a 'kid' and sounding like his father out of a sudden, The boy wanted to cover up by engaging on Marianne's 'guess what power' game. Then he realised something, The girl was still around. Shoot, she wasn't going to let his mistake go so easily, was she?


"For Marianne, all I can think about is a Pocket Dimension... Is it also 'Bigger in the inside?'", he joked attempting to lighten the mood.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Mood: - Still oddly detached but becoming irritated


Location: - Maryland Zoo, Baltimore


With: - McNabb, Lucas, Victoria, Katherine, Kyle, Praxi, Eden, Danny, Leon, Jordan, Crazy Bird-guy.


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


Other: -

Tabitha Crane

The shouts and cries fell on deaf ears, well rather ears that couldn't pick it up. All the screams, cries, hollering and shouting all converging into a slight ringing in her ears which was promptly ignored. Shouting out another command to move to shelter, Tabitha was only vaguely aware of the gawking eyes below.


It was a weird feeling, sort of like when you had to walk naked from the shower to the bedroom and your cat watches. You don't consider the opinions of the cat, you carry on with your business.


That business in Tabby's case was to deal with the growing vortex of birds a couple of miles away. From her vantage point she could see even more birds flocking to join in. If the people of Baltimore were to be safe, she'd have to do more than act as loudspeaker in the most literal sense. Finding a clear spot in the parking lot, she takes her first step. The ground beneath her foot crumbles as she steps off and with a thunderous crack, she puts her weight down in the parking lot. Asphalt buckles and warps as a dozen or so car alarms fire off adding to the din.


With a widely telegraphed sweep of her hand, Tabby swats into the bird hurricane - birdicane- with an open palm. Sweeping low enough to take down several lightpoles, a rush of wind follows the wake of her hand.


"Get to safety, the birds are crazed!"

 

[Gus]

Lucas Marsolet

Location: Downtown Balimore


Nearby: Birds... ...and a villain.


Mood: You will know my name is Lucas when I lay my vengeance upon thee.


@s @DJ MagicHat @Teh Frixz

There was a moment of doubt, a certain something in the tone of the old man's yelp that gave Lucas pause to wonder if he should hold something back. He wavered, torn between the desire to end this here and now, and a lifetime of qualms about hurting people. Then the old man shouted at him, and the spell was instantly broken.


"HEY! BE CAREFUL WITH THAT! YOU COULD HURT SOMEONE WITH THAT THING!"


Nothing like righteous indignation from a terrorist to spur a hero in training to anger; the last flicker of uncertainty in him guttered and died, replaced by a burning need to pull this pigeon from his perch. He shouted back,


“That's the whole idea, Tabarnak. You have hurt people already, now I'm going to hurt you, but worse.”


Not the best thought out speech perhaps, but it was time for actions to speak louder, and anyway, the old man had already turned his attention elsewhere, no longer listening, and mumbling to himself. Lucas moved forward to get into a better position to strike. He began to spin the chain again, just catching the words:


"…wanna play games? Well, let's see if you like THIS game!"


The old man spread his arms then, and the sky began to darken with a frightening swiftness. There was a rain of filth all around the pair of them, spattering Justice terribly, but sparing Lucas due to his proximity to the eye of the literal shit-storm. At the center of that eye, the old man shrieked:


"BEHOLD! THE COMING OF THE AGE OF THE FEATHER!"


He clenched his fists convulsively, and as if in response to his will, the horde of birds came diving and swooping out of the sky in tighter and tighter spirals, buffeting Lucas and interrupting the rhythm of his chain's orbit. Two birds knocked into him, one raking his scalp, and another drawing blood from his left shoulder. He staggered and lost sight of his quarry, but could still hear his cackling laughter ringing in his ears, allowing him to advance into the tightening gyre. As he caught sight of the madman again, he sensed something huge pass high over his head with a great rush of wind, and dead birds began to patter to the ground all around him. The man kicked his heels into his mount, and Lucas knew this was to be his last chance. Using his whole body as a counterweight he swung his chain in a single line from his hips with all the strength he could muster, aiming to wrap the old man around the waist. The ostrich surged forward, the chain sung through the air, and all around them dead birds seemed to drift toward the ground with an appalling languor, as if they were merely falling to a deep sleep.

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Cecilia Rizzo Pellegrini

​

Location: AEGIS Training Facility 108 - Political Powers Classroom


People around: Denzil, Mitch, Morgan and an Italian girl!


Group: Spooky Scary Skeletons


Interactions: @too much idea , @RemainingQuestions , @ViAdvena , @welian


Oh! What a lovely morning~

It didn't long after Cecilia sat down, to the girl next to her start a conversation.


She introduced herself as Mitch Castle and asked if the Italian remembered her from the snowball fight. The girl took a while to respond. The snowball war had been fun but, at the same time, it had ended badly. All she could really recall was hurting Morgan and how bad that had felt...


Denzil stood up and addressed to Mitch again, apologizing for the delay, but also informing them there were two students still missing from this class. Cecil was glad he had spoken, it gave her more time to think of how to reply to the short haired girl without sounding too weird.


She waited for him to sit down again before replying:


"I'm Cecilia, you can shorten it to Cecil if you'd like~ And no, I'm sorry. I was too concentrated yesterday to remember anything else than what I was doing at the time...", she laughed awkwardly


Suddenly, along with the guitar solo, a loud crash and thump resounded from the next room. Cecilia was startled for a while, but before panicking, she recalled it was supposed to be Asher's class: "Che diamine? What even IS that guy doing at his class this time?", she thought to herself.


"Hey, Mr.Denzil! Is Asher's class normally this noisy?", she asked with curiosity. The Mental Discipline teacher did seem crazy and loud but this was still a school! Would he really make all that amount of noise during class time?


Before he could reply, the remaining students showed up at the Political Powers classroom.


Cecilia was happy to see Morgan again, they hadn't really gotten to know each other after the snowball fiasco, perhaps this would be a good occasion for them to chat while not apologising to each other. Yeah, a normal conversation, for a change.


The new girl, who entered the classroom with him and greeted everyone, instantly caught Cecil's attention. From the way she was dressed to her accent...Could it be? Had she finally met a fellow Italian after so long? A spark lit inside her. She got up from her chair and went all the way next to the newcomer:


"Buon Giorno!", then she proceed to 'cheek kiss' the new girl, right then left, and got back to chatting as if this was a normal occurrence, "I have just arrived as well, so you aren't THAT late~"


Oh, it felt so good to do that again! American people are so less affectionate...


Wait, she was forgetting someone... Oh yeah, Morgan was here too:


"Good Morning Morgan!", she waved happily, after moving her head to the side for being able to actually see him.

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory

Location: Facility 108 classroom


Nearby: A whole lot of people


Mood: Carefully now!


@s @Manic Muse @CloudyBlueDay @Aldur @Giyari @Suzuki Mine @welian @Anomaly @DJ MagicHat

For just a moment longer Aaron was allowed to savor the notion that everything was under control. The intruder did not seem inclined to cause trouble. If anything she seemed more frightened than anything else, and after a moments hesitation, a mental calculation almost visible behind her eyes, she decided to play along. And that was the exact moment he began to feel the situation sliding toward chaos. It started small, just like always, but he could already see the signs; there was no getting control back now, there was only hanging on and trying to prevent bloodshed until it ran its course. Stupid butterfly effect. It started with Sevan heading for the door...


“Uhm…”said the blue haired girl.


“Going to the bathroom," Sevan mumbled, shouldering past Isabelle to the door.


“Well… a villain is the opposite of a hero...”


Aaron was no longer listening. The door popped open, nearly bowling Sevan over, and Asher swept into the room, all grand gestures and style.


“Ah, mister Mallory! I see you’ve already greeted our esteemed guest! How delightful, so kind of you.”


Aaron shook his head vehemently, trying to catch Asher's eye. “Just give me 90 seconds more” he thought, “I've got this, please don't...” But it was too late, events were in motion.


“I am...the Ravemaster.”


Aaron recognizes the jumble of sound as music, and some part of him twinges with nostalgia. He was in high school when that song came out. He had never cared for it though; cranking the volume only made music less intelligible due to the peculiarities of his physiology, and so 'rocking out' was not really something he had ever done.


To judge from everyone's reaction though, Asher must be pushing the limits of safety for normal hearers. Ioana blinked to his side, shouting something enthusiastic, while Viola shouted something angrily and tried to short out his guitar. Everyone else seems frozen with shock. Aaron knew he had to end this. His hands were resting on the framework of the tile ceiling. With the barest nudge from him, the framework gave way and the intruder fell awkwardly to the floor. He had meant to catch her, but was just a fraction too slow. He clambered down off the desk, shooting Asher a dirty look as he did. He made a quick cutting motion with his fingertips by his neck and shouted as loud as he could manage:


“KILL THE MUSIC, ASHER! THAT'S ENOUGH!”


He put his body between the blasting guitar and the intruder, blocking the aural assault as best he could, and knelt gingerly beside her. In his best soothing tone he crooned: “There, there, Miss. You'll be all right. I'm not going to hurt you. Shh... Shhh.”


Ever so gently, he cupped his hands around the beautiful golden orb weaver splayed on the small of the blue haired girl's back.

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Location: Classroom


Tags: @Gus @Manic Muse @Aldur @Giyari @Suzuki Mine @Anomaly @DJ MagicHat @welian


Mood: what the fuck


Group: Skyfall


OOC: (FLAMING) PUNCHY PUNCH

So now that there was definetly something lurking around the school, it was time to take action. Aaron grabbed the corners of his desk -- the very clearly extremely heavy desk, so Alexis immediately assumed he had some type of super strength. He swiveled the desk around and set it in a different spot, then clambered up on top of it, and popped his head through the ceiling tiles.





The first thing he did, rather then grab the goddamn intruder, was politely ask her the same question as if she were a student. Heck. Was she? Alexis's posture relaxed slightly. "Fucking hell." She muttered.


The newest arrival to the classroom felt it best to excuse herself to go to the bathroom. But someone else entered, walking with an air of confidence around them that Alexis just had to say he was a part of the faculty. Without even giving Alexis time to ask herself why he was carrying a guitar, he pointed it towards the ceiling that Aaron had found someone in and let out a shout. “I am...the Ravemaster.” She could only feel her posture droop in despair for fear of whatever was coming next.


Alexis cringed at the sudden melody, crouching down and covering her ears, as if it would help much. She gound her teeth together angrily because the shitty music just wouldn't stop, not even when Viola flicked a little spark of electricity at his horrid guitar. Alexis liked heavy metal every now and then, but not this kind. The "cold-blooded killer" seemed rather appreciative of the "sick riffs", only furthering Alexis' distaste for her. And then she disappeared in a gust of wind. But Alexis, honestly, couldn't care less.


She watched the intruder fall from the ceiling, covered in.. spiders. Aaron attempted to get Asher to stop his awful guitar music by placing himself between the teacher and the intruder, picking up one of the spiders from the blue-haired girl's back. Let me guess; the spider was a student, too. Alexis didn't seem to have her attention focused much at all on the girl that fell from the ceiling, instead, with her hands still cupped over her ears, was staring straight at the teacher with the guitar, like a predator getting ready to attack.


Of course, because Alexis was such a great student, she took the liberty of throwing a punch right at Mr. Tornovich's nose to save Aaron the trouble of blocking the aural barrage, because she oh-so dearly appreciated him. Not only was her right-hook well trained, but her fist was enveloped in flames, as much as having an active limiter on would allow.


Today had been enough of a shitty day without being deafened. This was bound to happen at some point.

 

[Unlimited]

Leon

Location: Baltimore Zoo


Mood: Charged


Company: No-one


Group: Flight of the Valkyries

Leon was riding around like a crazed imbecile on his Ostrich that he had named Edward, even though it was never his and never would be his. He looked over his shoulder to see shitstorm of shit, and a flock of birds to boot. He looked up as they began to bomb him like that kamikaze pilots, one knocking him in the chest and forcing him to the ground. "A freaky spider boy, a giantess right out of my dirty books, and a crazed bird toting mother fucker. I LOVE THIS!" He shouted as he stood up and brushed himself off, dodging the flying rats left and right as he looked to his limiter. "I could roast these damn pests, but what would a hero do?" He thought to himself as he reached up and rubbed his chin gently, the stubble scraping against his hand. "I really need to shave..." He reflected on what had already transpired and came to the conclusion that he was already out of line in terms of being a hero, shrugging his shoulders and reaching down to his limiter. He did it, turned it all the way down and smiled. "Ooops, did I do that?"


To Leon this was a big deal, the first time he felt free since joining Aegis for Eden. He felt a sudden rush of what little energy he had to spare after being unable to absorb any for quite awhile. "Now, just gotta find some juice." His eyes darted around like that of a crack head searching for his next score, spotting a junction box on the back of a building. He trotted over humming a happy tune and grabbed the wires, ripping them from their protective housing and putting them against his skin. The electricity surged through him and was converted into energy in his stomach. "Oh yea, I can feel it. The pit in my stomach has been there too long." He wasn't greedy and only took enough to get him charged up, then a little more for good measure before shoving the wires haphazardly back into the box."Like I was never here." He chuckled and turned to look for Eden, unable to see him through the thicket of birds shit that was raining down now."Glad I'm under here. Now where are you buddy?" He hadn't gotten that far from everyone, but the air was thick with birds and other things that it was hard to see past where he was standing under the awning of a nearby fast food joint.

 

[welian]

Morgan Brahn

no slide no slide

Morgan smiled idly, gazing nowhere in particular as he walked with this new girl to the Political Powers class. The discordant commotion were something he had grown acclimated to at Aegis, and he knew better than to even look over there – crowds and noises were some of the worst things for a telepath like himself.

Coming from the Collateral Damage classroom all the way at the end of the hallways was a single student, who appeared to Morgan as though she were an action star in a movie, calmly strolling out of the classroom just as hell broke loose inside. The boy shook his head and continued to class. Aegis, of course.


“Morning, guys… Uh…” Morgan walked in behind the dark-haired girl he met outside, and his chipper greeting trailed off awkward as he watched Cecilia kiss her on the cheeks. That… That was new.


“… I didn’t know you two knew each other. Small world.” He fumbled with his backpack as he walked past Cecilia. I brought you a muffin, he said to her telepathically. His mental voice was quiet, subdued. It’s got cinnamon swirls in it.


He paused, his eyes widening. Of course! The donuts! He remembered to check them after he fell outside, but because he was escorting this new girl – silly him, he didn’t even bother to ask her name – he forgot to stop by Mr. Ward’s office and drop off the box of donuts! The room was dark, so Morgan just assumed that Mr. Ward wasn’t teaching his class today. But maybe if he asked politely?


“Mr. De Klerk, I apologize for my tardiness. Our tardiness.” He gestured toward New Girl. He really needed to figure out who she was! “It’s my fault, I slipped on the ice and knocked her over.”


“... Sir, may I be excused for just a minute? I need to drop something off at Mr. Ward's office.” It was worth a shot, the worst the teacher would do was tell him to wait until after class.

 

[lazee]

​

Location: Le Baltimore Mall


With: Each other, Klaus meets Red (@Zahzi )


Mood(s):


Klaus: tf was that scream


Minah: Where's the nearest pet shop...?


OOC: mfw Angels with a Shotgun

A staff meeting at an IHOP. In one of Baltimore's foremost shopping precincts. That was new, even for Klaus. But not even the stoic German could resist the allure of delectable pancakes in the morning. With fried steak, hash browns and piping hot black coffee on the side...mmmph. Orgasmic. And in addition, what better way to introduce his new...foster daughter Minah to the intricacies of American shopping?


Speaking of Minah, he had been driven to exasperated tears when he heard her say that he was her new foster father. Not that Klaus would deny her, make no mistake. It was just that the 'powers that be' had declined to give him the memo on that. Again. So now he had to get used to one more voice calling him 'Bapak' at every turn. The life of Klaus vos Scheiffer...


The two walked their way to the Owings Mills Mall after taking a bus. Klaus was wearing his usual cold weather overcoat and Minah, a thick black coat that made her look like a goth Eskimo. With her mature looks and his own youthful persona, they frankly looked more like a couple rather than foster father and daughter. Let's hope the poor girl didn't understand the implications as much as she didn't understand the concept of bathroom privacy.


When they finally arrived at the mall, they made no stops and headed straight for the IHOP. But the two were welcomed by a scream, followed by several sounds of confusion and shock. Why did everything have to happen when he was present? Sighing, Klaus took out his wallet and handed Minah two 50 dollar bills.


"Here's some money, have some fun," the German ordered, in a tone resembling a despot commanding an execution. "If you need assistance, have a bird find me, I'll know it's from you." Her bird controlling powers were more useful than most people realize. Minah simply nodded and briskly headed off on her own. She could speak English and wasn't as socially awkward as he initially pegged her for. She'd do well on her own.


Now it was time to do some investigation. The meeting could wait. A few minutes of wading through the morning crowd led to no avail. There was just too many people in too tight a space, but a simple cold glare made it easy for Klaus to navigate through the wall of mall rats. As fate would have it, his search led instead to Red. That was a start. Surely he was also getting to the bottom of this and not in fact the source of the scream...


...Right?


The German put a hand on his shoulder, alerting him of his presence. "Fancy seeing you here, Hunter. You wouldn't happen to have heard a resounding scream as I have, have you?"