Tension Rising - Main thread [Fight or Flight]

Sen Harper


Sen listened quietly as Jon talked about his hobbies and interests. She had never been one to participate in after school activites. Mostly because it called too many issues with funding, transportation, etc. Even so she was never a particular fan of drama or much in terms of creation. Making sculptures with metal was probably the closest thing to art she could do. "That'd cool. I never really joined any clubs at my school" she shrugged "Never really saw the point."
 
"And do you see the point now?" he smiled knowingly. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but you're not normally the social type, are you?" It wasn't hard to notice that she got a little overwhelmed by the amount of people who had been friendly with her, and often faced conversation topics she probably wasn't used to dealing with, namely Kiara's paranoia and Glaedwyn's honesty. Jon had noted the previous instances of her uncomfortableness with a quiet smile (although in all fairness, he noted most things with a quiet smile). He wondered if he'd manage to persuade her to take up something, although he wouldn't exactly judge her differently if she stayed distanced and not participating.


@Shura
 
Sen Harper


Sen shrugged slightly "Not really, I mean... given the fact that this isn't really an academic school... at least any more from the sounds of it. Plus learning how to fight and use powers so this doesn't happen again." She motioned to her leg. "Will kind of eat up time." She replied softly. The prospect of clubs did interest her more so on what kind of clubs a super powered school would even have but she was still not interested in joining any. She was having enough issues socially with people she just met in her class, No need to compile on a whole new level of group interactions dealing with something she most likely have no idea where to even start with.
 
Meanwhile, still in the courtyard, Emily O'Ferrell remained alone and content on a bench, large headphones atop her red-haired head. She stared blankly out across the courtyard, arms crossed thoughfully. To any onlookers, it would look as though she were simply listening to music, but in actual fact, the headphones were silent. They had finally arrived in late packaging that morning, and she used them as a way of trying to block out the sound that flooded unfiltered into her ears. As a result, she was then able to hear the world as the others did, and she wasn't hurt by anything even slightly loud. She could still hear the world in quite amazing detail though, from the rustling of foliage to the footsteps of trainers.


She wasn't particularly listening out for any of this though.. No, Emily was in very deep thought. Her eyes trembled slightly as ever they did as she contemplated whatever great problem was eating at her. That was, until the sharp sound of crunching nut pierced her thoughts. She turned to see a small, brunette girl sat enjoying the snack with a blind boy. She winced slightly. Everything was so bright, in so much detail, that she could scarse take it in. She quickly turned away, and tried to preoccupy her mind once more, in case everything got too much again.


@theunderwolf


@King Of Imagination
 
Zebediah had sufficiently warmed himself after skimming through a few magazine articles and overhearing some conversations between other students. The majority of the school's populace struck him as your run-of-the-mill mouth-breathers who had very few intelligent things to discuss. 'Call of Duty' this and 'Swag' that. Ugh. It made him feel sick. A conversation with the more intelligent folk, like that Jon fellow or Big Boss, was certainly welcome.


He ventured outside and saw a girl wincing in pain, as if she were hearing an extremely loud noise. After further inspection, she was wearing a a set of large headphones, but the plug of the wires stuck out of a pocket and were clearly not connected to anything. She was no doubt pulling off the same trick he often tried with his parents to avoid conversation with them. It worked on his mother when he was a little boy, but it never fooled his father. He felt a shiver go up his spine at the very thought of him. For all his kindness, V.V. Kanier always made his son fearful of him. It wasn't through his actions, but there was just an intimidating aura he had, as if the man were always looking into your very soul.


Zebediah plopped down on the bench and decided to talk to the girl. "Having a bad time, are we?"


@SkyGinge
 
Emily would not have even heard him if she hadn't have been distracted beforehand by the crunching of nuts, as she would have been able to slot him into the general background noise and carry on being peacefully ignorant. She had no need for conversation now, as she'd used her conversations with the friendly guy, Jon, as a way to try to focus her out of control ears. Not all powers are a gift, she had told him. She wondered if he'd ask her further about that. She wondered about a lot of things, but at the end of the day she probably wouldn't elaborate to him anyway.


Still, she was now faced with the problem of the observant guy who had now sat down next to her. Evidently he had seen through her trick, but she didn't turn to face him. By remaining quiet she hoped to show that she didn't want to talk and that she was perfectly happy undisturbed.


@The Out Of World
 
"What's the matter?" Zebediah asked in a low whisper. "Let me guess, mind reading? Super hearing? Echolocation? If there is anything in particular that is bothering you, aside from myself, I may have a way to remedy it." He fiddled around in his pocket for some spare Pentazemin caplets, only to find he had none. Perhaps Thomas could help, or maybe some soft music?


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Oh no, he was intent in talking to her! And not only that, but in one of those annoyingly elaborate manners! Her eyes flashed with discomfort for a second, and she paused, floundering on how to reply. "If you speak so quietly, I can't hear you," she said in her earthy Irish accent. She was lying blatantly and she knew it; she had heard him perfectly well. But she certainly didn't want people worrying over her, or worse than that, asking what was up. She wasn't prepared to tell anybody, no matter how pushy they insisted on being.


@The Out Of World
 
Zebediah face suddenly lit up like a beacon with a massive grin. "Oh, but I'm sure you did hear me." He continued in a quiet voice. "I am known back home for being a rather hard-to-notice person, in a sneaky way, not a socially awkward way. Your response tells me that you are indeed quite aware of what I said. Your body language indicates that you are confused or in an unfamiliar situation. Could you at least pity me and talk for a moment?" He said with a pleading look in his eyes. 'Father's lessons on communication have finally paid off, it would seem. Hrm.'


@SkyGinge
 
This guys doesn't wanna leave me be, does he? Having failed to have taken any of her hints, Emily was fairly certain she couldn't try much else without being too rude, which she wouldn't dare be. So reluctantly, she tilted her head and looked at him. Her intruder was a lamp-post of a boy clad in a hoodie, messy brown hair sheltering somewhat brooding eyes. She winced again; too much detail. Thus she looked over in his direction, but her eyes remained unfocused. "I'm talking," she said blankly.


@The Out Of World
 
"So, could you be so kind as to tell me just what seems to be ailing you today? I saw you flinching like you were hurt, so I figured I would do my part and aid the community. Whatever the problem may be, I'm sure I am capable of finding a solution that will rid you of some of the inconvenience it causes." Her body movements were slow and minute, but her eyes were slowly moving about and trying not to look at him for too long, or anything for that matter. It was like some odd combination of hyperactivity and a glazed look that showed a lack of focus. Very odd indeed.


@SkyGinge
 
Just as she had most feared, he was also the intrusive gentlemanly type who felt the need to help her out in spite of her desperately trying to say unassuming. She really regretted not staying in her room now, but she didn't want to just lock herself away like a vampire. No, she couldn't explain things to her, for both of their sakes. Even a simpler explanation would likely warrant further questions. Yet despite his annoyances, he was still being fairly polite and his caring concern was very kind. She didn't feel like she could honestly just walk away or snap at him.


Hurry, she was taking too long! "Erm, oh, it's nothing, you don't need to worry," she said weakly, turning slowly away. Now she was practically begging him in her mind to leave her alone.


@The Out Of World
 
Suddenly, and quite literally out of nowhere, Glaedwyn's sonic emitter began to malfunction and create a constant sound so loud that he couldn't handle it. His body shut down and he passed out into a deep coma.


@Shura
 
Malcolm was driving his truck to the school. He hasn't been there in seven years. But it felt like a life time ago. A life time ago that he can't remember. With a power like his, personal memories are his least concern. He slowed down when he was getting closer. "What the hell?" He asked himself as he saw the school in pieces. He parked at one of the parking spots. He got out and headed inside. He saw a few students in the hall. He walked up to them. "Is there a?" He pulled out a card and read the name. "Mrs.Iren?" One student nodded and pointed down the hall. "Shes in the admin building, just down the hall and across the courtyard." One student said. Malcolm nodded and started walking. "Thank's kid." A few minutes later he made it to the admin building. He stopped at the door and knocked.


(@Shura)
 
"Hold on a minute," Fox said with a small frown, She got up and went over to the bench where Zeb was talking to a unsocial looking girl. "She has enhanced senses Zeb." She said as she strode over to her pack-mate and the mysterious girl, "Just be calm and don't make sudden noises or movements, it'll" Then from behind her she heard a loud wail from Glaedwyns little device,"AAAAAAAAAGH" She screamed in return and hid behind Emily.


@The Out Of World
 
Hearing the obscenely loud buzz, Zebediah quickly put his hand over the other girl's ears. Hopefully Fox's warning was correct. It had certainly better be worth the ear rape he was feeling at the moment.


@SkyGinge
 
Before anything else could happen, a smaller girl had also joined them, and Emily sighed, growing increasingly uncomfortable with so many people trying to talk to her. To her slight horror (although she didn't quite understand why), the girl knew what her power ability was. Was she psychic or something? Still, she didn't feel angry: it was out in the open now. Only scared that further questions would be asked.


Then a sudden screech pierced the air, ridiculously loud to even normal human ears. It was a good thing she was still wearing her headphones, otherwise she seriously might have been deafened. Not that it didn't lesson the pain, mind: her teeth instantly clamped together and her small hands lurched for her ears, covering them with trembling arms. To her surprise, the other boys hand, surprisingly muscular and strong, were already there, clutching the headphones to her ears. It helped somewhat, but the pain still rushed in. The noise disappeared, but it's reverberations still echoed around in her ears and she remained there, trembling slightly, waiting for the pain to disappear.


@The Out Of World


@theunderwolf
 
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Iren Winford





Iren was making her way to her office when she was approached by a student it took her a minute to recognize him, mostly because he had grown quite a bit since she last saw him. It seemed many students who left the school grew and changed a lot in the years to follow "Malcolm?" she questioned as he approached
 
Finally feeling the hellish screech fade, Zebediah removes his ears from the girl's headphones. "What the actual hell was that?!" Zebediah hollered, somewhat deaf from the device's malfunction. A team of paramedics quickly arrived on-scene and placed the boy who seemed to be at ground zero of the sonic blast onto a stretcher and pulled him way. Poor guy. "Fox, are you okay?"


@SkyGinge


@theunderwolf
 
"Yes!" Fox said a little too quickly, "That didn't scare me at all! Really!" The girl didn't move from her fortification behind the bench.


@The Out Of World @SkyGinge
 
Slowly, Emily climbed to her feet. She was really grateful for the other boys help; she knew she'd have probably hurt herself were it not for him, but she found herself with the perfect excuse to get away: the pair of them were asking after each other first. Quickly, and surprisingly stealthily, she jogged away from the bench and disappeared into the crowd that had gathered for the fallen student, now disappeared.
 
Sen & Jon Conversation

"Fair point, my friend, fair point indeed," Jon laughed, "I keep on forgetting that there's a little bit more importance to our being here now other than 'get the grades, don't fail at life'. Still adjusting to the crazy excitement of being around these other crazy metas, I guess." he chuckled to himself. Unlike Sen, he had lived a very ordinary life beforehand, so it really was quite different. Obviously with Sen making personal details elusive Jon had no reason to expect she hadn't been exactly the same. "Still, it would be nice to find some more drama-buddies before too long. I'm sure we could put on all sorts of awesome performances using all of our powers put together." He broke out into an excited grin at that very prospect.


Sen chuckled softly at the notion of a drama club and putting on a play. Some how in her mind it just didn't really fit the school for some reason. She wasn't even sure if there was a proper auditorium with a stage since most of the large announcements were made in the courtyard. "It would be interesting" She replied "Though I'm not sure how many other students here are into acting and what not."


Jon shrugged wildly. "Well, given how crazy half of us our, I imagine I'd get a decent crowd of participants just from people wanting to give it a go." He smiled blissfully. Now there was a fun little ambition to aspire to. Breaking out of his daydream, he locked eyes with hers again, his smile soft and subtle now. "Though I'm glad to discover there's still some fairly normal people here," he nodded at her, "When we came into that hall to find the tables on the ceiling I wasn't sure what to expect, aha."


Sen chuckled "Yeah... same here. I just didn't have much in terms of expectations to be honest. School for super powered teens most I expected was the occasional explosion or fight. Which all came true just not the way I figured." She smirked slightly "Regardless... even after being here a few days I still don't know what to expect going forward." She shrugged. "Rather just take things a day at a time..."


"That's a good idea," Jon nodded briefly. There were so many things that could happen to them now, some of them grotesquely unpleasent, and it was certainly more sensible and easier to not think ahead too far. "I guess I was expecting some kind of holiwood shebang. Things started off that way, but the action was a lot worse than I was expecting, yeah. Still, even despite our resident oddballs, there's still a lot of similarities to regular school. You know, the couples, the socialising, the scandals, the gossip." He laughed softly. "There's not too many differences after all."


Sen nodded slightly "Very true. normal high school stuff just adding in powers... which tends to add a level of danger to it." She thought aloud. "The fact that so much had happened and its only the third day makes me wonder how things are going to be going forward..." She muttered. The past three days had had more up and downs and drama then possibly her whole school career.


"Hey, taking it one thing at a time, remember?" he teased lightly, though he completely agreed with what she'd said. His laughter faded away and he turned, distant once more. "Well, no matter what happens, I know what I plan to do. I'm going to continue to develop my power as well as I can so that the next time we're attacked, I can be a proper 'guardian angel' and make sure that nobody gets hurt. None of this any more," he nodded down at her leg, returning to her gaze before breaking out into a grin again. "Guardian Angel's gotta do what a Guardian Angel's gotta do!"


"Ah very true." She chuckled realizing he had used her own point against her. She nodded in agreement to his plan "I'm going to get stronger as well... or at least try to before anything else happens." She smirked "Ah well You're already off to a great start. Can only get stronger from here right?"


"Thanks, you're too kind," he smiled like a spoilt dog again at her compliment, but the ever-present picture of the wrecked gym nestled in the corner of his mind reminded him of what more he could have done. Still, he didn't want to make a fuss like he had almost done before, so once again he left things unusually short at that. "But yeah, stronger's our destination now. I wonder what it feels like, being strong." He mused, instantly thinking of the strong guy who's been smashing up the gym earlier.


Sen looked off at the rest of the student in the common area "Hm Dono... I mean compared to normal people we're already strong." She leaned on the arm of the couch slightly resting her elbow upon the arm rest and her chin on her hand. "And there are plenty in this room who are probably stronger... and will continue to grow as we do. so it might not feel any different."


"Aye, but I imagine comparisons to normal people will be pretty useless now," he teased with a chuckle. "I guess in that way we maybe won't feel any different at all, if we're all developing at the same rate." He sighed with purposeful melodrama. "Oh well, there go my dreams of becoming macho man..." Thus Jon Byrd rescued the conversation from getting too deep and somber.


Sen couldn't help but laugh softly to herself at Jons dramatics. "Hm well we can't have it all, can we?" she teased back her smirk growing slightly. "Macho man? like one of those pro-wrestlers?" she questioned with a slight raise of an eyebrow.


"Well, isn't that what strength is?" he grinned, falling out of the charade with a chuckle. He couldn't quite imagine himself rippling with muscles, nor did he want to try. "I dunno, I guess I'd just heard the expression somewhere, aha," he said, quickly suppressing his laughter. Then, with an accompanying bob for every beat, he began to sing quietly: "~Macho, macho man! I wanna be, a macho-o man!~" He broke out into a wild smile once more, thoroughly enjoying the exchange now that Sen would tease him back. He would have probably leaped up and pulled a comedic muscle-man pose had he got the energy, but often he found more subtle humour to be more effective anyway.


Sen laughed softly as John started to sing. She shook her head slightly at his silliness. She was starting to feel more comfortable around Jon. She was always slightly paranoid about people because she didn't exactly have the best track record.


Jon grinned. It was noticeable just how much she had slackened up during their conversation, and it felt rewarding and fresh to hear her laugh so much. Like her voice, her laugh was soft, quiet and precious, the kind he really wouldn't have minded sticking on repeat. "Sorry," he grinned unapologetically to her shakes of the head. His laughter faded away, and he sighed deeply, leaning forward slightly on the sofa. "Though I can't promise I won't do it again if you laugh like that," he joked, grin already returning. It was a wonder he didn't get cramps in his mouth muscles for all the smiling he did.


Sen's laughter faded to a warm smile. "No need to be sorry..." She blushed softly as he leaned forward slightly not really sure how to respond. "Ah well..." she muttered not really sure if her laugh was a good or bad thing. She didn't exactly do it very often nor did she ever really have someone with such a cheerful disposition talk to her.


"Don't sound so downhearted about it," Jon chuckled, leaning back again and slumping his arms laxly over the back of the sofa. "Laughter's a beautiful thing, and as cliche as it is, it really is the best medicine." Her apparent insecurity over how to react brought a smile to his face and the phantom faint blush returned. He was oblivious to it once again, continuing on. "I live for laughter, so yeah, I meant that in a good way," he clarified for her sake, with a knowing smile once more.


"I see... well I guess that's true. Just really didn't have a whole lot of friends at my last school. It's kind of weird how people are so friendly here..." she muttered "There's still a mix bag but overall its nice. I guess its cause we all have abilities so it's something that connects us." She shrugged with a slight smile. "Then again you seem to be the most cheerful I've come across."


"Why thank you," Jon grinned again, miming an extravagant bow. "I guess it's just that I find a lot to enjoy from life. For example, take that:" He pointed over at an old, slightly chipped mug of coffee abandoned on a desk. "Give me a few seconds and I could probably explain to you just how exciting and amazing even that lonely coffee mug is. Suppose it's a gift and a curse in someways; I do apologise if I accidentally go on and on about something really not interesting."


Sen couldn't help another small chuckle. "I see." she said looking over at the mug. She didn't particularly see anything special about it, then again she didn't exactly have the brightest outlook on lfe. "Hm I suppose it is a gift then, I mean at least it keeps you in a good mood as oppose to sulking or thinking something going to go wrong."


"Well, I wouldn't say I'm immune to that either," he chuckled back, thinking over to the immense amount of mysteries he had been piling up. "In fact, underneath all this, I'm quite an over-thinker actually. You should have seen me after the battle yesterday. Wasn't pleasant stuff." He shuddered, casting his mind back to the mental state he had found himself in, followed by the overwhelming exhaustion he had forced upon himself.


Sen nodded slightly. "I think everyone does that once in a while. I tend to do it as well but I didn't really have a whole lot of time to think while fighting. At least not with that many of them." She noticed the slight shutter then a change in the air about him. "Hm you looker really tired though. I know my power tends to drain me quite a bit of a migraine but... I can only imagine that your takes quite a bit more to stop time."


"It's actually not too bad," Jon admitted, "but it gets wry tiring in repetition. I probably froze and unfroze time close to thirty times in the battlefield, and that was about my limit before I fell unconscious. But then again, I was literally sustaining the freeze for only a few seconds most times." He shrugged it off, placing his hand on her shoulder once more and smiling softly again. "You should leave the worrying to me though. You're the one with the," he pointed at her wound, "leg thingy."


"Thirty times?" Sen muttered honestly impressed. "No wonder I only saw glimpses of you..." she mused a loud before his hand once agian found her shoulder. He was a touchy one wasn't he? She smirked slightly. "Stab wound?" She corrected her tone still light instead of serious or unhappy. "It's not that bad, it's only the second day so it'll get better and heal." she informed not really wanting him to worry about her as well.


"If you insist," he smirked back. He tapped her shoulder twice with a caring smile, and then withdrew and stumbled to his feet. "I should probably go and see if the doctor's have got anything for this," he announced, "but it was very nice to talk to you, and I'll see you later." With a polite nod, he hobbled off down the corridor, casting her a fleeting glance as he disappeared into a doorway.
 
Sen Harper


"Feel better." She said watching as Jon got up and started to hobble off. Sen honestly did wish him well and that he would recover soon. Jon was nice, and if his power was indeed stopping time, she owed him her life to him. She sighed softly sitting back on the couch, things starting to quiet down again. She returned her stormy gray haze back to the collection of students in the common room some of which had moved since the conversation. She smiled slightly, "I guess people aren't so bad..." she thought to herself.
 
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Malcolm looked back and nodded as he saw the woman approaching him. "Yes. Are you Mrs.Iren? Sorry if I don't remember you."
 
Iren Winford


Iren stared a moment before smiling. "Yes I'm Iren Winford. I suppose your are returning to the school looking for Stephan?" She questioned wondering if she had the right boy in mind. They looked similar enough but she could be wrong. She searched her mind for what kind of power he might have had.


@Robin man
 
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