Episode 2: Utter Mayhem

[King Of Imagination]

Michael D'Avolo

Summary

Location: Political Powers Class


Company: Gabrielle, Morgan, Cecilia, and others


Tags: @welian @ViAdvena @Necessity4Fun


OOC Notes: I like how welian sets this up, I'ma use this. Also, "piacere di conoscerti" means pleased to meet you.

Michael made his way into the Aegis facility, moving with long, purposeful strides. He was running late, and while he wasn't necessarily concerned with others being bothered by this, his sister would be bothered, and he didn't feel like dealing with that. It was never a particularly pleasant experience to have someone glare daggers at you, but when those daggers were more than just metaphorical, well, it was that much more unpleasant. As such, Michael made his way quickly, without seeming rushed, to the place where he and his sister were meant to be taking classes, occasionally moving those in his way out of it telekinetically. He caught quite a few looks as he walked, mostly from admiring women. Michael was a tall, well dressed young man, with dark hair and eyes, a very nice complexion, and sharp, angular features. He was attractive by most modern standards, and Michael was well aware of that fact. He and his sister were also quite wealthy due to their family, and he used it to his benefit, buying fine clothing, a nice car, and a Breguet Marine watch that honestly cost about as much as the average new mid-sized sedan. He was particularly proud of this piece, and took very good care of it.


Michael finally made it to the building in which his class was meant to take place, and he saw his sister being led into the class by some young man, though he seemed mildly shy and rather simple. Tall, skinny, light coloured hair, a stark contrast to his sister. Michael had to keep back a slight chuckle as he heard that this young man had in fact knocked his sister over. He figured she would be more aware than that, and would have to mention it to her later. He then saw another girl walk up to his sister.


"Buon Giorno!" The girl said as she kissed his sister, once on each cheek. An old tradition from Italy, he hadn't missed it, the physical contact, especially from those whom he deemed beneath him, was quite aggravating. He stepped a bit closer and said, his Italian accent a bit more faint than his sisters, but still there, "Good morning Gabrielle. I see you've already met some new friends," he reached out to shake the hands of the others, introducing himself, "Michael D'Avolo, piacere di conoscerti."

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Mood: The Man. Fuck 'im.


Location: Commonwealth HQ


Company: Kendrick, Kennith, Mary, Joel, Stoneface Chippendale.

Mood: Adventurous!


Location: Commonwealth office.


Company: Kendrick, Kennith, Mary, Chris, Director Chernov.


@s: @welian

Chris Kravitz & Joel Dawson

Chris glanced at Joel when he began his speech and waited for a beat after he was finished to respond.


"Well said. But I'm just back here 'cause I got a hell of a headache. I appreciate the low tone of voice, by the way." then, speaking as quietly as he possibly could: "But something tells me you could handle a lot quieter…"


As his schoolmate's voice shrank, Joel immediately wondered if the guy had sped up and he was lagging behind. His head craned from side to side languidly. Difficult to know if you were being discreet when you couldn't see.


"Huh?"


Again, he did a sweep of his surroundings, hoping his ears would pick out a voice if he turned just right. "I didn't catch that last bit." He really hoped that he wasn't talking to himself.


His Daredevil hypothesis disproven, Chris refitted his plan, slightly. Leaning towards Joel and prolonging a glance away from the rest of the tour group (concealing his lip movement), he began again.


"Sorry, I asked if you wanted to accompany me on a quest to find a Keurig or something."


"Abandoning the group?" he asked with an airy voice, wry yet amused. Obedient as he was, Joel wasn't exactly an exemplary goody two-shoes. Perfect students did not have histories in detention.


He crossed his arms in a self-comforting gesture and chortled. It was too easy for him to claim that he had taken a wrong turn because the group had gone too fast. Of course, Joel liked to be a bit more creative than that. "Sure. The break room isn't going to be downstairs, though."


Joel cleared his throat and announced - perhaps too loudly - "Sorry to interrupt: He's gonna help me find the bathroom." And that was how you justified your sudden departure.


As if to sell the act, Joel turned his elbow outward and waited for his schoolmate to link arms.


Chris took just a second to murmur "You may well have read my mind", then wheeled around and hooked his arm on Joel's.

Mood: Making a mental note that this is definitely not normal.


Location: Possibly soon to be New Avia?


Company: So many birds! Look, that is quite a lot of birds!


@s: @Suzuki Mine

Allen McNabb//Lazarus

"Good. Yes! You must tell them-"


Allen, more or less incapable of dodging, was then knocked to the ground as though he had been hit by a truck. A truck made of birds. Lazarus laboriously tilted his head up from his supine position and continued, now yelling over the sound of a bird hurricane.


"-tell them it is advised not to follow strange men! Alert them of the mnemonic "Stranger danger!" W-I discovered it on the internet! Like many people!"


Allen's whole arm then extended upwards, his forearm back downwards, and yanked a tern out of his ribcage that had been stuck by about an inch-and-a-half of beak. "What a pretty seagull!" he remarked while his wound knit back together, as if being built up out of pixels.

 

[Zahzi]

-Angel with a Shotgun-

Hunter RED Ward

Location: Baltimore Mall.

Nearby: Tolbert ( @RemainingQuestions )

Klaus (@Lazy Rocktime )

Disposition: They keep coming out of the woodwork...

Red had to pause for a moment, still staring at the creeping agent from a distance. Had it been twenty years ago, the person who owned that hand would have been thrown across the store into a display rack before they could let out a scream to match the one from before.

Klaus' saving grace is that his tone was easily recognizable. So he wasn't thrown.

He looked from the hand to Klaus behind him and nodded.

"Scheiffer." he turned to face him.

"I haven't been able to find the source yet. Tolbert here seems to have issues with coordination and has impeded my investigation." he nodded back toward Luci, before looking around Klaus.

"I see you've decided to let the child of questionable mentality roam around a heavily populated area while there may or may not be a situation." He thought for a moment, looking at the mirror in the corner meant for employees to see if someone is shoplifting. The Agent was still there. He then shrugged.

"I'm sure she's fine."


"Now then. I suggest we get around to finding the source. If it's just some teenagers being stupid, then I suggest terrifying them. If not....." Another pause.

"Well, I'm sure I'm not the only one what needs to blow off some steam."
​

 

[Aldur]

Ioana C?l?toru

Extra

Location: CD and Y


Tag: @Gus @Manic Muse @CloudyBlueDay @Giyari @Suzuki Mine @Anomaly @DJ MagicHat @welian


OOC Notes:

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It happened fast. Faster than one could say "Speedster murderer on the loose!". Ioana felt herself leaning forward unwillingly as the girl she was supporting herself on vanished. A pile of clothes remained out of which a spider emerged mistaking the speedster's leg for an arachno-highway. After the eight-legged critter climbed away from Ioana's leg, the girl tried to redirect her fall. A right foot became fixed on the ground as everything slowed down in her mind, including the environment.


The brief amount of time she spent in that state soon ended as she broke into a quick jog to break her descent and get around the Ravemaster. A quick jog was all it needed to make Ioana launch herself forward unexpectedly. The damn limiter! In an instant, her perception of time had become normal again. She found herself unable to immediately respond by trying to slow it back down. An attempt to dodge the incoming Mr. Mallory was in place and after another fleeting moment Ioana had regained her basic ability.


The speedster brought her lower half and legs forward trying to brace for impact. It wasn't in vain, though she abruptly ended on her bottom. The intruder followed, taking half of the ceiling with her. Ioana quickly rotated around to see the Ravemaster's sick riffing come to a full stop. Ended far too soon by an angry, flaming, fist to the face. Bummer. She thought, subtly grinning at the young girl's lack of self-control.


Her attention then shifted toward the blue-haired ceiling destroyer. The convicted murderer's mind could only run so wild, but instead, she opted to wait and see what else was going to happen. Ioana's pose became relaxed, resting her chin on the base of her left palm.

 

[ManicMuse]

Post Details

Isabella Chase


Location:A puddle of fur at the front of the CD Classroom


@/ With: @Anomaly @CloudyBlueDay @DJ MagicHat @Giyari @Gus @Semblance @Suzuki Mine @Aldur


Current Mood: Pain


OOC: I think I tagged everyone???

Isabella very much wished to disappear into the long corridor, leaving the lingering tension of the classroom behind. Investigating noises, in theory, sounded much more exciting, than the discussion. Still, just as the young girl was about to disappear out the door frame, the instructors words caused her to withdraw back within, allowing the door close on its own, for now.


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


A disappointed frown rolled over her face, when Viola gave a very logical argument of it being nothing. Isabella was still use to 'normal' schools, where it was encouraged to hide your powers, not have them accidentally go off in a training exercise. Plus, that was boring! She was young. Izzy craved action, new exciting things. With a sigh of defeat, Izzy was planning on sulking all the way back to her seat. Instead, Mr. Mallory grabbed the enormous desk and relocated it, only to climb atop it.


The soft pitter patter of her heart picked up. It really was something! Well, not so much a something, more so, a someone. The exchange to follow was lost on her. Time its self, seemed to turn from a crawl to a sprint. The student, known as Sevan was set on leaving. Yet, the door was flung open, with the arrival of a new face all together.


In he came, with another in tow. The whole situation was quickly escalating over Izzy's level of comprehension, especially when it came to the warning, “Cover your ears, or run.” Which was a real shame, because Izzy's heighted senses really could have done with some distance from the chaos that ensued.


The petite girl stood at the front of the class, now only a few yards from the doorway. Wave, after wave, of blaring tones came. Both her bulbous fur coated ears retracted down against her head, in a feeble attempt to block out the assault. That did little to nothing, causing every second it persisted, to bring echoing pain pulsing through her entire head. Slapping a hand down on each ear, the already short tween, crumbled to the floor.





Now on her knees, she could do no more, than pray for the assault to come to an end, sooner rather than later. This was the unfortunate downside of having heightened senses. At least, while unknown to the feeble fur-ball, her fellow students were taking action, to bring it to an end. Plus, with the rather ungraceful crash landing of the intruder into the classroom, there would soon be little need for the horrid racket to continue.

 

[DJ MagicHat]

Asher Torchinovich


Ravemaster


Location: Collateral Damage classroom (fitting)


Tags: @Anomaly @Aldur @Giyari @Manic Muse @Gus @CloudyBlueDay @Suzuki Mine @Semblance


Alright, Asher thought. Hopefully I shouldn't need to keep this up for another couple of minutes, so that more faculty can come in and-





His thought was cut short with a fzrt! as one of the students - Viola, he remembered - zapped his guitar. He shot her a look, but kept playing. No matter. Just a little more concentration, and the sound was back to where it was before. It was definitely harder to maintain this, but he could-


fwhoothnk!





Another student had decided to take it upon themselves to also express their opinion, in the form of a flame-covered punch. With a loud squeal of jarring notes, Asher spun around, hand clutching his now bleeding nose and singed skin.


It was like the world was moving in slow motion. He saw the catgirl, clutching her ears in pain from the sound. The Hannah girl was gone, but-were those her clothes on the ground where she had been? There was...Alexis, her name was, in a stance that screamed, "I just punched you, and I have no regrets over doing so." He saw Aaron Mallory, and silently cursed to himself. And otherwise, mostly mortified and angry faces from the other onlookers.


Asher caught himself, suppressing his emotions. Calm, he told himself. Must remain calm...but this just won't do.





Asher let go of his nose, letting the blood flow freely. He steadied himself, facing the students, his brow furrowed in obvious concentration.


"Do you ndot see what's goig od, here?" Asher asked through his bleeding nose. "Look at this persod! Look at their clothes! That is clearly ndot ndormal attire, eved for sobeode at this facility."


He took a brief moment to steady himself again.


"I'b ndot goig to say this againd," Asher roared as he readied another aural barrage. "Go get other faculty. For our 'guest' as well as our two delinquents!"


And with that, let loose one final chord, but this time he did his best to focus the sound on the newcomer - my God, that was a strange getup to be wearing - as well as Viola and Alexis. "Go!" he screamed, over the noise that would be much quieter to everyone else in the room.


With that, he nodded to Aaron, and quietly slumped against the desk at the front of the room, clutching his bleeding nose.

 

[Suzuki Mine]

Location: Collateral Damage & You > Hallway > Bathroom


Company: People > None


Mood: Irritated


Tag: @Gus @Manic Muse @CloudyBlueDay @Aldur @Giyari @welian @DJ MagicHat @Semblance


OOC: /reexecute {nopeout.exe}

Sevan really should have left faster.


As she had begun to step through the doorway her attention was caught by something. That small catch gave her the time needed to quickly and not entirely gracefully step to one side, just in time for a ... teacher? Was he a teacher? He was pretty damn young looking, but the way he was talking to the one on the desk, it was at least somewhat safe to assume he was. In tow with him was a very timid looking girl, who in some ways looked like she was just along for the ride than anything else. This would end up being Sevan's little saving grace though. The timid types usually didn't put up much of a fight when getting pushed past.


Trying not to be too rough about it, Sevan slipped her way past both the girl and the maybe teacher to finish her exit from the room. Good, now all she needed to do was go sit in the bathroom for a bit until this all got handled. Sevan didn't stick around for anything that she didn't need to deal with, and even then getting out of the scene was how she handled those moments as well. As shitty as her life was up to this point in time, she enjoyed the choice of living a bit longer. She didn't get very far into this escape plan though; maybe a few paces away from the door before the assault started.


Though the sound was funneled in some direction away from her, the scream of an electric guitar was like needles into her ears. Almost instantly Sevan was rooted to the spot where she stood, her expression going from apathetic to mild shock, then from shock to defined irritation as the pain lessened. It was a stretch for her limiter to keep her abilities in check, as she had heard they didn't normally make them for such low ranking individuals like herself. At that moment though it did its damn job and kept her ears from continuing to amplify the noise, just in time for some more crashing to happen. Sevan still gave an annoyed huff. "Tune your damn strings right next time."


From there she simply continued on her path to her hideout destination. Along the way she took note that the activity had picked up a little bit, though that was something she figured would happen. If not the crash then definitely the teacher's playing would call attention. There were a coupled of students out in the halls; not as many as she would have imagined, but some. One of them actually looked like he was turning into one of the classrooms that came before the one she had been in. She ignored them the best she could, allowing her demeanor to create a veil of disinterest once more until she reached the bathroom. There she claimed the furthest stall, closed the door and the lid and sat her oh-so-happy self down. With her bag in her lap and her arms wrapped around it - instinct from not so long ago - she leaned back against the tank of the toilet, trained her eyes on the top edge of the door and began her wait.


"I really, really hate school."

 

[Zahzi]

Jordan Ortega Brahn

Location: Baltimore Zoo

Nearby: FUCKING DICKBAG MCSHITHEAD ( @DJ MagicHat )

Disposition: DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE!!!




The birds made a b-line towards Jordan like the rest of the children. Jordan was probably the second-highest target, the first being the GIANT NAKED MINOR that is now probably the new wallpaper for some lazy prick somewhere nearby. A swarm of birds took no time to tail after Jordan and his spider-like contraption, keeping up and circling around the child. Their intentions were clear. Especially when they started slamming into him like the asshole magpies they were.

"Ah! No! FUCK OFF! STOP WITH THE PECKING YOU USELESS BIRDS!!"



Jordan skidded to a halt after a moment, the mechanical limbs readjusting themselves and forming into a new posture. Ditching the spider-like mannerism and going for a more humanoid one, several limbs conjoined to act as a pair of barrier-like 'arms' from the birds while now four limbs had combined below to make two 'legs'. With the alterations complete, the arms swung around, grabbing the attacking birds and throwing them back toward the entrance of the Zoo. Particularly toward this one teen taking pictures of the naked minor in fact...

The apparatus then began sprinting toward the crazed man with the army helmet, the newfound combination giving a boost in speed and agility, as noted when it vaulted into the air, and veering towards the man in question as its landing zone.

"I AM DONE WITH YOUR BULLSHIT!!"
​

 

[lazee]

​

Location: Le Baltimore Mall


With: Luci Tolbert (@RemainingQuestions), Red Ward (@Zahzi )


Mood: Intrigued


OOC: Angels with a Shotgun

Klaus had barely noticed the Tolbert kid over there. In fact, that boy had been doing a fine job in staying away from his radar. Funny how someone who glows could be so inconspicuous. Nevertheless, he gave the glowbug an acknowledging glance.


Red's comment on Minah brought a chuckle to Klaus. "Unless there happens to be a petshop nearby, the girl can't do much damage here," he remarked. "And she isn't as bad as her portfolio initially says. Just needs a good environment to be in, that's all." The German has learned a great deal from his foster daughter in only a short time. Her caretaker mainly had a hand in that regard, but now he knew that there were just as many things about her off the records than in.


"Yes, we should mobilize immediately. I suggest we spread out and cover as much ground as we can. With all these security cameras," Klaus pointed to a nearby one as an example. "we might want to get in touch with some of the mall cops as a start." He paused for a moment to sigh before continuing.


"It's a bit ridiculous how all the mess happens when we can clean it up, isn't it?"

 

[Giyari]

Mood: - Pissed off


Group: - Spyfall


Location: - Collateral Damage Classroom


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


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


Other: -

Viola Porter


"You are without a doubt the worst teacher I've ever met!" Viola winced, as the single loud chord rang around her. There was one thing having "disruptive" students, but a disruptive teacher? God help this facility.


"What kind of grown man assaults someone before they've even laid eyes on them! And based on the way they're dressed? I'm wearing an exoskeleton that could throw you across the room and she's dressed weird?" Admittedly Ashed was right, but it was the principle, he hadn't even seen the stranger before he blasted them! How he became a teacher she had no idea, the man had no common sense. Using her powers was pretty much out of the question at the moment, sure the noise was "expected" but it was still an annoyance.


Sticking her fingers in her ears, Viola shook her head let out a sigh towards the ceiling. She was defeated, so to speak, anything she did just now would probably only make things worse for herself. Asher was an idiot, but he was the one with the apparent authority, one had to ask how he had more over Mr Mallory though. Either way, she wasn't about to accept any punishments forced upon her due to the consequences of this musically themed imbeciles actions.


The sooner she could get her blue badge and move to Commonwealth, the better.

 

[Dusky]

HANNAH SCOGGAN || SPYFALL || COLLATERAL DAMAGE CLASSROOM

Interactions

@Gus

Mentions

@welian, @DJ MagicHat

WHEN SUDDENLY, FAR MORE MOTION THAN IS APPROPRIATE. Hannah presses her body close to the intruder's back to avoid being blown off in the downwards wooshing fall, feeling the tremors run through the woman's body as she hits the ground. It takes her a long while to figure out why the woman seems to be in such pain; a spider could take such a fall much more easily, being near weightless, and Hannah has trouble getting out of that frame of mind. Hannah's eyes (eight of them) take in the hand reaching towards her in fractured, overlapping vision, piecing the puzzle together to perceive a threat. Her human mind, however, registers that this is a human hand, and thus not inherently unfriendly. She strains to see his face, crawling up his arm almost as soon as his fingers touch her to get a closer look. She recognizes him - the man who had been speaking with the intruder before, who she had presumed to be the teacher. Satisfied, she crawls up to his shoulder and fixes herself there, unconsciously laying a line of webbing along the way - a safety precaution.


There's one more loud noise that sends far too many vibrations through the air before it is mercifully silent. Hannah fixes her eyes on the strangely clad woman on the ground, vision hazy but at least able to pick up motion.

 

[Gus]

WARNING: Description of a spider/human tactile interaction.


Aaron Mallory

Location: Facility 108 classroom


Nearby: Students, Ravemaster, Intruder


Mood: Tentatively relieved, could have gone worse...


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

At first she shrank away from him, hunching down against the newcomer's back in a defensive posture, spindly legs curled up protectively against her body; she looked ready to jump. There were sounds of a scuffle behind him as the music stopped, then one last blast and some shouting, but Aaron paid no mind. He rested his hand as lightly as he was able against the pale girl's spine and waited. “Please don't try to move just now,” He murmured to the intruder. “I know you are not a student here, but I truly don't want to see you hurt. Or anyone else.” To Hannah, he crooned “It's all right, come along now.”


Her tiny oil drop eyes glittered as she shifted her body to look up at him. Her legs pattered tentatively over the back of his hand, leaving creepy little tickles that shivered up to his elbow. He could swear he saw a glint of recognition flicker across her shimmering eyes, and then she started to climb him. He leaned back onto his haunches, leveling out his arm to make it easier climbing, and watched her progress until she settled safely in the hollow of his shoulder. Only then did he stand up and take in the rest of the room.


Ioana was seated on the floor, chin in hand, watching their 'drop-in student' with coolly studied disinterest. Asher was bleeding freely from his nose, slumped into a chair nearby; scorch marks on his eyebrows as well as her defiant stance suggested Alexis's involvement. Viola was still attacking Asher, though thankfully only verbally now, and she seemed to be about done, wrapping up with a long suffering sigh. The sight of poor Isabelle slumped in the far corner, hands wrapped tightly over her head, made Aaron want to pick up where Viola left off, but he took a deep breath and restrained himself. For the moment, the chaos had played itself out, and he hoped to keep it at bay rather than re-ignite it, though he held no illusions how close at hand it remained. The main thing right now, was to back Asher's play, but in a way that gave the students some ownership of the plan. There was no way he could keep order alone...


“Mr. Torchinovich, thank you very much for your assistance. I would like to beg for a little more of your time, if you please?” As he spoke, he offered a box of tissues from the disarray on his desk. “I agree very much that we need back up, as you said.My hope is that we can get it without presuming upon the other faculty; we are a skeleton crew today, after all.”


He turned to the three older girls.


“As such, I am going to have to ask for your help as well.” He made his face and voice as stern as he could, saying “Mark me, it is not acceptable to assault a teacher, verbally or otherwise in my classroom. Mr. Torchinovich will be in charge here, until I get back.” He fixed each of them with a look as he continued, “I need to know that I can trust all three of you implicitly. Because I need you to do this:” He touched the dial at his wrist and cranked it down to zero. The lights flickered and a light tremor ran through the building. The floor might have groaned under his feet, but that might have been his imagination. He hoped it was his imagination.


“Turn your limiters off. I am personally trusting you not to abuse this privilege, and I will take full responsibility for any consequences, as well as vouch for you before the AEGIS administrators if necessary. Right now, an alarm will be going off in the monitor substation, and if you three set off three more, we should have agents arriving in a matter of minutes. Please do not use your powers unless absolutely necessary. And don't kill anyone while I'm gone please, because there's a whole raft of paperwork associated with that.”


He knelt by the intruder.


“I didn't get your name young lady, but I trust you are not too badly hurt? I would advise you to make no sudden moves if you wish to remain so. Mr. Torchinovich is the one with the guitar, and I would recommend you answer any questions he sees fit to ask you, all right?”


Satisfied he has built as solid a coalition as he has time for, he goes quickly to his youngest remaining student, scooping up Hannah's pile of clothes on the way, and offers a hand to help her up.


“Isabelle? If you would accompany me please? I would like to collect Sevan, and I may need your help to find her.”

 

[ManicMuse]

Post Details

Each hand was clamped down, with fingers entangled in the strands of white hair. It was just enough to muffle the onslaught of sound. Then after one last squeal, of teeth rattling noise, it seemed to have ended. Slowly, each hand lifted. Testing the waters, as it were. Only distorted echoes of voices filtered in.


Izzy gingerly allowed the furry peaks of her ears to slowly unfurl from her head. The words were still garbled but it sounded like Mr. Mallory's voice, if she had to guess. She opened her eyes. Each slit like pupil expanded, wide and round, swallowing up the width of her icy blue eyes, thanks to the adrenaline coursing through her veins. With blood shot vessels speckling the minimal white that outlined the blue. She looked more like a strung out addict, than a student. Even her pony tail now sat crooked. Her gaze darted about the room, taking in each of the other's until finally, her brain started to match pace with the sounds.


Mr. Mallory was suggesting the disabling of limiters. She could not believe this was correct. However, as he continued on, the reasoning for it did seem sound enough. They actually wanted AGENTS to arrive at the school. This caused Izzy's stomach to do a flip. Something deep inside told her much more excitement was going to ensure before the day saw it's end.


The smell of copper flooded her nostrils even tickling her taste buds, along with the dust from the fallen ceiling debris. Climbing up, using the wall behind her as a crutch, Izzy visually inspected the other older male. He seemed to be a teacher with how the other's were addressing him and was also the source of the coppery smell, blood. This made the edges of her lips curl with approval. He had made her hurt, it was karma in her eyes.


As the much larger, older instructor closed in on her, Izzy craned her head upward to look at him.


“Isabelle? If you would accompany me please? I would like to collect Sevan, and I may need your help to find her.”





Sevan...so much had happened in just the last five minutes. Her brain had almost entirely dumped the information as instinct had dictated it irrelevant information to the current situation. Then finally, wrapping her mind around the mental image of the girl with the mismatch eyes, she gave a nod.





"OK", was the only word able to swim out from within, before her own backpack, caught her eye. Carefully, pressing off the wall, her tail flickered about for a moment, as she worked to find center. Between Aaron, with no limiter and recovering from the sound blasts, it took a moment. Then, rather quickly, Izzy scampered across the room, to collect a small pink box from her bag. On the return trip back, Izzy took pause staring down at the invaders outfit. In her eyes, it was nifty.


"Wow, look at those!"


From timid and thrashed from sound waves, Izzy suddenly seemed full of life. She craned herself downward, leaving only inches and zero personal space. Her clawed fingertips got to poking at one of the cable systems at the stranger's waist.


"This is top quality stuff. Do you think we could ask her where she shops?"


Izzy suddenly felt a gently prodding push of Mr. Mallory. With a pout, she allowed him to usher her out the door and down the hallway. Still, Izzy could not help but look back over her shoulder, wondering who that girl was. With gear like that, she would have made a great friend.

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Location: Classroom


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


Mood: HELLS YEAH


Group: Skyfall


OOC: hoooooo boy

The moment Alexis's fist collided with Mr. Tornovich's face, she felt a sudden pang of regret. Not guilt; just regret, or so she thought. Because it was his damn fault, he'd started this and she'd finished it, and as his screams echoed throughout the flaming house..


She wasn't thinking about Asher, was she?





"..Sorry." She said quietly. Alexis stepped away from the teacher, cradling her aching hand, lips curved downwards in her eternal snarl but eyes softened as she watched the blood flow from his nose.


If they asked, she'd been.. protecting cat-girl. Because.. she had sensitive cat ears. Shit. Alexis didn't even know her name. Fuck. She was fucked. She'd punched a teacher! Alexis, you goddamn idiot! You punched a fucking teacher! The softness in her eyes disappeared and she was angry again; because Alexis was always angry about something, but this time, at herself.





“I need to know that I can trust all three of you implicitly. Because I need you to do this:” Alexis blinked, watching the teacher, her now all-time favorite teacher, turn down the dial on his limiter. The lights flickered the building trembled. I thought this guy only had super strength, a tiny little thought in the back of her mind beneath the holy shit, we can turn our limiters off? Now a big grin arose on Alexis's face as he proceeded to ramble on about how he would take full responsibility for all of them, and even vouch before the Aegis Administrators!


From ten to zero went down the dial on her limiter, eyes turning red, a fire lighting within them. Her wings of fire erupted from her back and balls of flame laid dormant in her palms, until they dissipated into nothing, Alexis recalling the flame back inside of her.





"Oh, I have no intentions of fucking this up." Alexis said, watching cat-girl (Isabelle. Good to know.) plucking at the intruder's outfit, who lay in a heap on the floor before Aaron dragged her away. "This is top quality stuff. Do you think we could ask her where she shops?" Alexis scoffed, but her brilliant red eyes stayed on the girl in the suit.


Alexis admittedly hadn't paid her much mind. Maybe it should've been her she punched instead of Asher. Less consequences. Alexis stepped closer to the girl, and gave her a little kick. (or nudge! it could be interpreted as a nudge!) "Do I need to tie you up or something?" Alexis muttered.

 

[welian]

Tags: @Bag o Fruit @Captifate @Necessity4Fun @simj22 @TerraBooma @ViAdvena

“Fine, fine, you crybaby…” Director Chernov helped Agent Harry up. Like he was trying to warn the students, there were a short three stairs going down into the laboratory – well, part of the laboratory. It was pretty empty, being a weekend, but there were still a handful of agents in there.


Behind them, she could hear the idle chatter of the students. Seemed like they were talking about their powers. That was always a good thing, getting to know what your peers were capable of. And something about leaving to go to the bathroom. Yeah, like that wasn’t a total lie. But she didn’t really care. Not her building, not her problem. Besides, getting into trouble was part of growing up.


“Are your tours always this boring?” she whispered to Harry.


“Augh… yes, ma’am. They are supposed to be boring.”


“Shameful.”


Harry just shook his head, and continued as best he could. He was walking, leading the group down a plain hallway, though it had large windows along the right wall that allowed a view into different scientific workstations.


“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, most, if not all supers can be traced through electromagnetic radiation. You see, as living beings, we all generate a faint electrical field, an aura. Those of use with active copies of the super gene will generate a different kind of aura. With sensitive equipment, we’re able to identify certain qualities of a super. No method is perfect, of course, but it certainly gets the job done.”


Through one of the windows, a trio of researchers could be seen, wearing lab coats and rubber gloves and masks. One was holding up a ratty t-shirt with “Joe’s Crab Shack” emblazoned on the back, while the second figure was holding a Geiger-like scanner over it, and the third was taking notes.


“Here, you can see a few of our boys examining some evidence submitted for a super-related case.” Agent Harry watched for several seconds, and shook his head. “There’s always that one nutjob insisting he saw aliens. They won’t find anything, of course, we deal with a dozen cases like this a year. It always ends up being either a bad acid trip, or prank by someone with illusion powers. We’ll find them, fine them, life goes on.”


Harry turned around to take a headcount. “Is everyone still – Director? Director Chernov?”




Faced with a phone buzzing angrily in her pocket, Scarlet had stayed back by the double doors, waiting for the children to pass before exposing them to classified information.


“What is it?!” she hissed angrily into the mouthpiece. “What do you mean – birds? A giant naked girl? Well get her OUT of there, she’s obviously a minor, we will NOT get hit with ANOTHER public indecency lawsuit – Oh my god, are you serious? Terence is off his meds again? Hold on, there’s another call –"


"Director Chernov, and if it’s about the giant naked girl in the zoo – what?”


Her voice dropped and her brows furrowed as she stared intensely at the floor.


“At the mall? And you’re sure we’re dealing with a hostage situation? Yes, send the alert. Permission to mobilize – oh my fucking god. No, not YOU, Lafayette – look, you have my permission to do whatever you need to do to keep control. I’m getting another call.”


“Director Chernov, and if it’s about the mall or the zoo – you are wasting my time, Fujimoto. Who CARES if all the limiters at 108 get turned off suddenly? That’s exactly what it’s there for. No, no, it’ll sort itself out. Let them handle it themselves, it's private property anyways.”


Scarlet pinched the bridge of her nose, collecting herself for a moment.


“I’ll leave you to it Harry,” she called out over her shoulder, her voice artificially upbeat and she ended the calls and put her phone away. “I have a date.”




Outside the Baltimore headquarters, a black van was parked at the curb. In the driver’s seat, a young, dark-haired man wearing jeans and a polo shirt, sat and read the weekly tabloid. He licked his finger and turned the page, reading about the bastard children of various celebrities, and who was seen kissing whom. On the passenger’s seat laid a high-visibility vest, and a hard hat.


Under the seat was an automatic rifle.

 

[yoikes]

Mitch Castle


Current Mood: Friendly


Location: Political Powers Classroom


With: @Necessity4Fun @RemainingQuestions @welian @ViAdvena


Group: Spooky Scary Skeletons


Note: Sorry for the abrupt end D:





"I'd like to apologize for being late, Mitch," Mr. Denzil stood up just because he's a little bit late to class, "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."


"No, it's okay, sir. It's not like i waited that long anyway." Mitch replied as Mr. Denzil returned to his seat. Right after he seated down again, the brown haired girl next to her introduced herself as Cecilia. But her introduction was cut short by the sudden crash and thump coming from outside, that could be coming either the Mental Discipline or the Collateral Damage classroom. Probably the latter one, that class is notorious for 'accidents'.


Then she asked something about the Collateral Damage teacher, Asher, but before Mr. Denzil could answer her the door to the classroom opened and the two missing students showed up. There's Morgan, and then there's a beautiful black-haired girl that she did not know. A new student, a new power to learn and to memorize.


"Good morning," The black-haired girl greeted- with what she recognized as Italian accent, "sorry for being late."


And that's when Cecilia suddenly rose up and cheerfully approached the girl- giving her a kiss on both the black-haired girl's cheek. Right, then left. Italians and their friendliness, Mitch thought.


The girl has some serious power, borderline dangerous may be. But her senses couldn't exactly sense what is her power, there's only darkness. But Mitch still trust her power, if it sees nothing but pitch black then the black-haired girl indeed have something related to it- Darkness.


Mitch are still seated on her chair, quietly watch as Morgan apologizes to Mr. Denzil for being late... Because he slipped on ice and knocked her over. Huh. Mitch thought that kind of stuff only happen in movies and stories. And then another student arrived in the class. His power is similar to Morgan's, but a lot stronger, Mitch sensed the handsome man's power- who looked a lot like the black-haired girl. Her brother? Probably. He just introduced himself to Cecilia. As the three Italians are standing by the door, Mitch stayed on her chair like a good kid she is.

 

[D. Rex]

Name: Victoria Beckett


Mood: OH EM GEE


Location: Baltimore Zoo


Companyanicked civilians


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


Plot/Class: Community Service, Flight of the Valkeryie


Other:

Ok. To be fair, when Victoria had come to this school, she had already assumed she would be dealing with freakish and scary things. She had also assumed that Tabitha was going to use her powers, whatever they might be. But this.... truly wasn't something she had expected. Clutching the shoes and coat tightly, with her mouth agape, she craned her head upwards at the growing teenager. Like growing. Like GROWING growing with no signs of stopping. Watching it, made it feel like it was her that was falling or shrinking. She hurriedly took steps backwards to avoid the chances of getting crushed.


Despite being slightly pale, Victoria thinks she handled it quite well. As she neither ran nor squeaked. Though some bit of warning would have been nice... yet as she looked up, that bit of paleness upon her face was replaced by flush as it dawned on her that Tabitha was naked. Giant and naked! Oh god she really wished she could have talked her out of that!!!


She could hear Tabitha speaking to the civilians telling them to leave, Victoria had no idea what she should do. On the plus side, the majority of the birds now seemed to be leaving!... and grouping into what seemed to be like a bird tornado outside of the zoo where the others were.... as Tabitha suddenly turned and strided away, Victoria called after her "Hey! Wait!" She yelled, taking a few steps after the giant girl before stopping upon realization there is no way that she could possibly keep up... or probably be heard.


Victoria reached up and ran her fingers stressful through her hair, only to accidentally bump her limiter and adjust it quickly even though nothing was wrong with it. Goodness. Things were getting quite stressful here. Was she supposed to use her powers now? Everyone else over there seemed to be... and good Lord there was really starting to be a hell of a lot of birds... she could probably just blast them out of the sky pretty easily... but what if she hit Tabitha? Or ended up getting in trouble? Or fined? Or locked up? Or whatever the hell other unpleasant scenarios her mind created.


Huang had told them to evacuate the people in the zoo... Tabitha had told people to get out already, did that count if there were still people in there? Wouldn't they be safer in the zoo now that shot seemed to be hitting the fan outside of it? The begoggled teenager let out an exasperated groan. Until further orders she should probably keep following Huang's orders. Despite a few glances back towards the entrace, and a few nervous moments as she try to avoid stray ostrich (she may or may not have had to punt a penguin at one point), she would continue to do what she could in trying to direct people towards the entrance...Wait... why the hell was she doing this? What on earth were the zoo staff doing? They should be trained for situations when animals escape! Or... that could just be wishful thinking on her part. Regardless! She still stayed true on trying to herd what people she could towards the entrance as she herself headed that way.

 

[ManicMuse]

Post Details

Izzy had both arms wrapped around her pink lunch box. Distance grew between them and the classroom. Every ten feet, a florescent light took up space over head in the long corridor. It would have been beyond her notice, if not for the incessant buzzing of sound, that resonated from each light fixture, while it passed overhead. The sound of each pair of footfalls clanking echoed around them, bouncing off the plain aged walls of the recycled building. The tint, peeling paint and occasional water stain left much to be desired of the aged structure. With Aaron's limiter off, it was almost a marvel that the second floor of the building had not caved in.


Still, this remarkable feat of old school architecture did not dawn upon the doe eyed student. Instead, Izzy's focus was on the different sounds that pinged off her ears, as they twitched and shifted about atop her head. She was listening, listening for others. Be them friend or foe. Secretly, she wished to find more of those with gadgets, like that girl, instead of Sevan. Sevan seemed moody, like the other mean girls.


Now with several classrooms between them and where they had been, Izzy whirled around to face the instructor. With a shrug of her shoulders, her stared up at him. "There are a couple of students around from what I can sense. I am not...," her words trailed off. Isabella slowly cocked her head to one side, studying the collar of the man's purple shirt. Sucking her lower lip into her mouth, a tiny fanged tooth tugged at the pinked flesh of lip in a nervous puzzled expression.


In that moment, only the buzzing of the lights in the hallway and faint babbles from the distance classroom filled the air between them. Her brows had knitted together on her forehead. The young teen was clearly trying to work something out. She had seen enough spy movies to have learned about a concept they referred to as, "being bugged."


It seemed logical that this would in fact, include a bug of some sort, right? A girl, dressed like she belonged in a spy movie, had just fallen through the ceiling of her classroom. Drama ensured and now upon her teacher's shirt, a flash of yellow had caught her eye. Which upon inspection, appeared to be a spider.


This must have been it! They were bugged! It was spying, it was listening. It had to be crunched.


Izzy's posture shifted. Her shoulders rolled forward and did she just? Yes, her hips wiggled, like a predator ready to pounce. One second her pink lunch box was in her hands. The next, it was sailing, in the air heading for Mr. Mallory. It did not stop there, no. With that wide eyed, pupils fat and unblinking. Izzy launched off the ground, with her freakishly light skeletal structure making it all the easier. Now coming towards the instructor from above, the attack continued. Batting wildly at the poor man's shoulder, Izzy frantically tried to smash the spider bug into extinction.


Her battle cry rang out, "IT'S A BUG! WE'RE BUGGED, WE'RE BUGGED!"

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory

Location: Red circle on map


Nearby: A spider and a cat.


Mood: Blaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!


@s @Manic Muse @Suzuki Mine @Anomaly

As they exited the classroom, Aaron was feeling pretty pleased with himself. Teaching was seeming a lot easier than he had thought it would be. Still nervous, but he will surely feel better once they are all back in class. In the meantime, everyone had a job to do, and that should keep trouble at bay a little longer. Isabelle certainly seemed well suited to her part, stealthily advancing down the hall, ears rotating this way and that like sonar dishes, seeking their quarry. That got Aaron to thinking... his job was going to be convincing Sevan to come back to class. Probably he'd need to coax her out of a restroom stall from out in the hallway, for propriety's sake. This was going to be all kinds of awkward. His stomach lurched at the thought, adrenaline spiking his bloodstream. What a ridiculous notion! Life and death decisions, throwing the dice on untested young women, setting them to guard another of unknown potential, that he didn't flinch at, but this made him queasy? What the hell was wrong with him? He needed a game plan.


His stomach gurgled a warning as they were passing the upstairs restroom.


Oh no. Surely not. Not now. It has been weeks since the last incident...


Isabelle spins to face him, says something, but it does not register. Beads of sweat are standing out on his forehead, and her sudden rotation seems to set the school spinning as well. The sun wheels overhead, while the moon tugs from below at just the wrong angle, jostling him into an unstable mode of vibration. There is no stopping it now. He tries to shout a warning to get back, but he can't take a breath, and his mouth feels dry even as the salivating begins to cascade out of control. Through blurred vision, he sees his student crouch down and shake her hips. Why is she doing that? Then she is moving, sailing through the air, ears back and claws out and at last he remembers the spider on his shoulder. It is all he can do just to stagger back, spinning clockwise to shield Hannah somewhat from the feline onslaught. That spin is the final straw for his stomach, and he stumbles back against the wall, ridden now by a spider and a cat. Perhaps they are fighting. He can no longer tell. The masonry shifts alarmingly as he leans against it, but it holds. Barely. He stumbles forward, falling to his knees which cry out in agony, cracking as the tile does under the impact.


And at last, release: three weeks worth of coffee find egress; nearly 50 gallons of tarry black residue comes blasting out of his mouth, power washing the floor, filling the hallway and cascading down the stairwell. Mercifully, his vision goes dark, and he knows no more.

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[Sopranos]

Laurent Rose


With: Ren Lee

At: Hallway - Red's

Tag: @Meredith
​

A few breaths later, Ren 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?"


“Thanks… but no, there is no point in that” - Laurent received his cigarette pack, refused Ren’s offer coldly.


“But… but I am appreciative.” - But then he looked at the girl again, that's a bit cold for someone who's just trying to help. Beside, she's just a young girl.


“Oh. I mean, yeah-” The girl looked a bit put off, even intimidated, but she recovered quickly enough - possibly due to the older boy's backpedaling.


“Well... where are you going?”


“I was going outside for some fresh air. You're from the class with the weird teacher right ? Thanks again... But you should be in class right now…”


“Oh, maybe, I guess. But the teacher’s ran off anyways, hasn’t he? There was a noise coming from downstairs, too - if you’d like to go look, we probably wouldn’t get in trouble, right?”


"I wasn't going to look..." - Laurent rubbed his head, then kept going - “You shouldn’t follow me as well…”


The girl looked up at him, tilting her head slightly. She didn’t look very impressed. “We might as well look. If there’s nobody in there, we won’t get in trouble, and what better have we got to do?”


“... Very well…” - He spoke slowly, though it’s not his plan, Laurent didn’t seem so disappointed.


“Downstairs, then.”


Ren led him down the stairs, taking two at a time, trying quite hard not to grip the railing .After a turn and a moment of walking, she halted at the door, gesturing to the handle. “Feel free.” She looked at him expectantly, waiting for the boy to open the office door.


“Alright…” - Laurent said as he hold the handle and unlocked the door, pushed it backward… There were nobody… the room was empty. But for sure there were someone here not long ago, the room was messed up badly. And then there were a helmet on the floor that caught Laurent attention.


- What happened here ?


Laurent spoke, as he observed the room.

 

[simj26]

Chapter: Party in the CIA


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

Officers Rufus Hanratty and Michael Lowell sat in uncomfortable silence for far too long, with only the sounds of Baltimore traffic and the hum of their police cruiser’s engine to fill the vacuous gap of soundless nothingness. Hanratty hazarded a glance towards their escort at the back. Her cap was tipped over her face, and her head lolled back over the seat, her mouth open and exuding a soft snore every now and then. What he recognised as the bridge of Dies Irae leaked from her earpieces, her music having turned up to the maximum volume. He breathed a sigh of relief. For the whole trip, he had been feeling red hot needles of her gaze on his back, and something told him that it wasn't a wise decision to assert the power of his badge on the source.


But it seemed that, no matter how much of a threat they posed, a teenager was, in the end, still a teenager. Given enough time with nothing to do but twiddle their thumbs, they’d eventually switch off by themselves. Satisfied that their quarry wasn't boring holes into their necks, he turned his attention back to the road, nudging his partner in an attempt to start a conversation.


“What are we doin’, shipping a tried criminal to the headquarters of where we keep all the sensitive informations at, huh?”


Lowell initially did not respond, but before Hanratty could repeat his question, he started. “She’s no threat.”


Hanratty’s face was one of complete bemusement at what the middle-aged officer was saying. “Whaddaya mean she’s no threat? She near burned down three courtrooms over the course of two months, and her riots nearly demolished four more.”


“And?”Lowell did not turn his head, but with the tone of his voice, he might as well be giving one of his usual stare-into-your-soul glares. He flicked the indicator as he approached a turn, and continued. “Nothing would have changed if everyone sat on their ass and waited for the world to die from its own poison. Some things needed to be done, and no one had the balls to do it. If they had went on with the current verdict, an innocent man would have been put to death.” Lowell paused, looking around for any crossing pedestrians, then turned into the street. “I don't know how many friends this Kingshart lad has, but given the circumstances, at least one girl would be crying her eyes out on his execution date.”


Hanratty took another glance at the girl, who hadn't stirred from her original position since the last time he checked. She didn't look like the kind to cry. He had no time to form up a retort. Lowell had already pulled up by the gates of the immense building that dwarfed their rather cramped police cruiser.


Lowell tugged at the handbrake and elbowed Hanratty in the arm. He jerked a thumb towards the sleeping arsonist, whose hat, despite its owner having turned over in her sleep, stayed on snugly over her eyes. “We’re here. Wake her up.”




The cruiser rumbled off into the distance. Still bleary-eyed from her nap, the girl unplugged her earpieces, and pulled the jack out of her player. She grunted inaudibly, scowling, as she shoved the rolled up mess of wires into her pocket, and lifted her duffel bag on her shoulder, promptly forgetting that she was holding a slip of paper in that hand. She gave another muffled grunt and quickly released her grip, but alas, it was too late- the paper that was supposed to be what amounted to her hall pass into the headquarters, had already borne the scars of abuse. She spat on the floor and cursed her luck. It was quite apparent that she wasn't a fan of disorder. She wiped the flecks of saliva away from her mouth with her sleeve and made to survey her surroundings to get her bearings. She stood in front of the Baltimore-situated brain of the CIA. As she angled her head around, she could just barely make out the nose of a black van parked at around the corner. Other than that, there wasn't much else traffic. She sniffed and rubbed her nose. Something didn't feel right. The phrase ‘calm before the maelstrom’ came to mind.


She shifted her bag again, her handcuffs jangling over both her wrists, and started towards the gates of the Baltimore headquarters where, unbeknownst to her, her future schoolmates were now about to enter the laboratory within, and where shit was going to hit the fan as she had predicted it to.

 

[ViAdvena]

Gabrielle D'Avolo

Location:


Political Power class


Mood:


Neutral


Company:

@Necessity4Fun @King Of Imagination @too much idea @RemainingQuestions



​

For a second Gaby froze in her spot as the brown-haired girl greeted her with kisses on the cheek. Who was this girl and why she acted so familiar with her? Then it dawned on her. Ah, of course. She didn't really expect to meet another Italian immediately on their arrival.


"Buon giorno." Gabrielle seamlessly responded with a smile. "Nice to know we aren't too late. Although I wish I could say the same for my-"


"Good morning Gabrielle." A very familiar voice behind her interrupted. "I see you've already met some new friends."


Gaby glanced over her shoulder. Speak of the devil, indeed. "Good morning Michael. I see your timing is as impeccable as ever," she said calmly. Was it a sarcasm or a genuine praise? For someone like Gaby, it's kind of hard to tell. Upon his brother's introduction, she said. "Ah, how rude of me, I forgot. Gabrielle D'Avolo," she introduced herself to both Cecilia and Morgan, "a pleasure to meet you."


Besides Cecilia, Gabrielle saw another early student in the class. Although unlike Cecil, she seemed content to stay where she was. Gaby could see the girl was observing them from her seat, and the way she looked at them made Gaby felt that the girl's eyes were keener than she would like.


Gaby turned back to her current group. She would keep an eye on that girl, but for now... "Are there many people who sign up in the middle of the term?" she asked the other Italian girl. "We hope we don't have much to catch up."

 

[Suzuki Mine]

Location: Bathroom


Company: None


Mood: Irritated


Tag: @Gus @Manic Muse @Anomaly


OOC: ---

Within the utilitarian stone bathroom, further contained by the plastic partitions of the toilet stalls, Sevan found quiet. Sure, her dampened senses could still pick up the sounds of things shifting in the ceiling and floor, but it was nothing more than trivial white noise to her. This was a welcome reprieve from the clusterfuck of commotion going on back down the hallway, and in ways, Sevan wished that she could just spend the rest of the damn day holed up in here. The quiet was nice. Having some of her things was nice. Being alone was... nice.


That just meant that things would come crashing down on top of her that much faster - fate's choice.


It all started with what sounded like the screeching of a feral cat. Unlike the ones that Sevan had dealt with in the past this one sounded like it was speaking English, though she still couldn't quite make out what was being said. Something about the pitch read alien in Sevan's mind. "Bugs?" Curiosity spiked in the strawberry blonde's mind, her eyes sliding to one side to look towards the wall beside her. Having chosen the furthest stall, that meant the wall next to her was the one touching the main hallway. The noises were coming from just beyond.


Before she could entertain the thought of leaning closer for a better listen, suddenly the wall acted as if something were crushing it from the other side. Surprise took her questioning nature away as she watched pieces of the concrete buckle and crumble. Slowly Sevan leaned away from it, still eyeing the wall as if it had just said something offensive about her mother; which of course wasn't something Sevan would get too bent out of shape over. Sometimes not having parents was great. "Yeah-no. Not gonna deal with that."


Gathering up her stuff, Sevan stood from her seat and opened the door. Whatever was going on on the other side of the wall wasn't something she cared to get mixed up in. First the chick in the ceiling, then the loud teacher and now this. Seriously, couldn't she just be left the hell alone? The answer to that of course was a resounding "no". As she began her move from one stall to the next, movement on the ground immediately caused Sevan to not only jump back into her stall, but go even further and hop up onto the lid of the toilet. Black sludge. A black sludge was leaking its way across the floor of the bathroom, and it smelled horrible.


"Did I mention already how much I really hate school?"


Peridot colored eyes shifted back and forth from the sludge to the crumbling wall beside her. The wall looked like it'd be fine for a while, and at the moment things sounded quiet(er), but she didn't know what kind of shenanigans were happening in the hallway. Before she hadn't wanted to be caught up in something coming through the wall. Now she didn't want that on top of being trapped by this dark goop. To that, Sevan gave an audible grumble and slipped the straps of her backpack over her shoulders, her eyes coming to rest on the partition between her stall and the next. "Only one way out of this." She nodded to herself - some self-confirmation from the only person she trusted on the subject - and reached to pull herself up and over the wall.


Sevan didn't struggle with the task too much. Crawling over walls and fences was something she'd done through much of her childhood days. Sometimes it was for fun. Other times it was your best chance at getting out of a situation with as few scrapes and bruises as possible. She still wasn't a fan of climbing, and as such went through the motions as quickly as she felt comfortable doing. One foot on the wall helped to get her upper body over and anchor her in place. From there it was just a little bit of awkward shimmying to get her legs over, some careful walking her footing down the other side of the wall, and a small hop. The end result was Sevan landing on the tank of the toilet nextdoor. "Nailed it"


Kicking the lid of this one down, Sevan used it as a foot rest and instead sat on the tank itself. She didn't know how much of the black stuff would be coming in, and like hell she wanted to get anywhere close to touching it. Instead, she was gonna pull her shirt up over her nose and wait. Someone was bound to come and clean it up, and in the process spare her the need of stepping all up in it. In fact, in some ways the sludge could have been considered a favor for Sevan.


It gave her a valid reason to be out of class even longer.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Angel with a Shotgun

Location: Owing Mills Mall


Objective: I don't know, you guys are the super ones. Figure it out.


Roleplayers: @Aldur @Giyari @Guilded Clover @RemainingQuestions @Zahzi

It started with two twenty dollar bills. A treasure in the hands of a class cutting 15 year old that was dealing with both the breakup of her true love boyfriend and with learning that she was now a 'freak'. Portia Clemmond, a D class super with phenomenal control over radio transmissions had found the money stuck in a chain link fence outside her school. Seeing it as a sign, she quickly snuck off and made straight for the mall.


Cheap lip gloss, hair dyes, and VS deals aplenty, Portia could feel the stress of her life melting away. Throwing a bunch of items over her shoulder she practically skipped to the changing room.


Then reality came back with a vengeance. Bursting forth from the beach house themed dressing room, an armored hand grabs her by the blouse. Her scream goes out once before the attackers free hand grabs her throat and cuts her off.


"Come demon. We have work to do."


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Moments later as the various groups spread across the mall come to realization that something was off, an announcement comes to life over the intercom. The voice of a crying girl speaking with crystal clarity.


"oh god please don't...*say the lines* I just want to go home, please. *Say it and you will*... Baltimore...s.ssodomites and perpetrators of filth...ridden material goods...Assemble in the atrium? Is that righ- OW! STOP PLEASE! *stay on script* Assemble in the atrium and witness salvation."


The speakers continue to buzz before a loud burst of feedback emits. Several guards and an undercover officer on his radio go down in pain, eardrums blasted out. A general panic starts among the patrons of the mall. Some people slowly heading to the great hall as instructed and others starting for the doors.


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In the atrium, it becomes quickly obvious what is going on. Several armored figures stand atop the tasteful modern art with a trio of scared looking people. The foremost a young girl with a streak of obnoxious purple hair and a broken limiter at her feet. The others an older woman and a young man that looked related. The figures stand tall, taller than a normal human and move with fluid grace. Their faces are covered and the armor a stark white. Upon each of their backs a stiff flag covered in iconography.


One of them, his chest piece having a painted cross of red upon it, holds the nape of the girl and makes sweeping grand gestures to the growing group of people. Letting them know to have a seat and all will be well.

 

[Aldur]

Angel with a Shotgun


Next on the "To Crack" list was her neck, obviously. She went both left and right and ended with a slow head shake. It wasn't before she heard a familiar voice cry "Miss Knox!" She almost instantly recognized it as being the Facility Director, Mister Swan himself. The blue-haired woman turned her head around and met the man with a friendly gaze on top of an innocent grin.


"I'm sorry, sir, but I never miss!" A low growl found its way from the stomach and into Eve's ears. Unfortunately for her, fried chicken had to wait. Her left arm was instinctively put over her stomach. All the fun attitude her witty reply might have given off quickly lost its meaning. In a few seconds, she quickly became frustrated, then enraged. Her eyebrows arched indefinitely on her forehead. Of all the things she had to deal with that day, it had to be fanatics. Her fists clenched to the limit, not before the feedback from the horrible transition left several people on the floor. Eve recoiled as well.


"I'm sorry, Mr. Swan..." Her tone was fairly low and aggravated. Gaze pointed to the ground. "...I'm afraid we don't have time for chit-chat." Her eyes met the director's and betrayed anger. Not for Jason, but for the uninvited guests. She followed the people going for the atrium and tried not to do anything rash.


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In it, she quickly tried to hide behind one of the columns and not attract attention. There were innocent people held hostage by what looked like cowards covered in armors. She had felt strong disgust for all of them. One she assumed was the leader kept a super by the napes. If there was even a hint of doubt that these people weren't the bad guys, it all dissipated now. Eve grasped the column causing it to crack in her grip. She felt like going in and taking them on herself. She had to think about everyone else in the atrium. She gave a small, powerless sigh. Instead of acting out on her instinct she chose to wait and plan out her assault.


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