Tension Rising - Main thread [Fight or Flight]

Malcolm raised a eyebrow. "Who's Stephan? And I think someone called me, offering a position here." He couldn''t remember who offered him position, or who Stephen was. If it wasn't for his little note card with her name on it, he's wouldn't figure out who she is. The memory lose part is the worst part of having this power.


@Shura
 
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Iren Winford


Iren sighed softly, "Don't worry about it. So your here for a position. Do you remember what kind?" She asked making a mental not to talk to Stephan about this student. She knew some power resulted in memory loss which could be a very bad thing. "At the moment most of the position involve training students."
 
Malcolm nodded and pulled out another card. "Yeah, I was told the position was mostly training the students, and possibly help out with rebuilding the place." He thought of something. "And my power is called photographic reflex." And yes he had a card for that too.
 

school grounds, and enjoyed the feeling of the sharp wind whipping at his face and body as he leaned out of his helicopter, which hovered still in one place. Vladislav smiled as he reminisced about his experiences in the academy. He had worked extremely hard throughout all of his school years, distinguishing himself with the most growth in an ability. Many had thought Vladislav's ability was useless, as at first he was able to create a single sword and was not able to modify it. Compared to someone like Kojiro who had extremely powerful abilities constantly and naturally, it was but a drop in the water. Nevertheless, Vladislav had persevered and improved himself greatly, eventually distinguishing himself as one of the stronger students in the graduating class.

Now that Vladislav had seen his country refounded and modeled with peace, it seemed that his life was fulfilled, though Vladislav felt a distinct emptiness within him as if there was still something he had yet to do.

When he heard that his beloved academy needed aid from graduated students against rogue metahumans, Vladislav gladly took up the offer to once again see the school grounds and the new generation of students.

Vladislav waved a goodbye to his pilot and instructor, now faithful to him for twenty six years. He leapt off of the helicopter with grace and no hesitation, flattening his body as howling winds whipped past him.

As the school grew larger and larger in Vladislav's sight, he unpinned his parachute and tensed his body as he felt the sharp recoil of the parachute pulling him up.

Vladislav serenly floated down towards the academy, gentle breezes wafting him towards certain collision against the main administrative building. Noticing this, Vladislav calmly waited until he was a mere three meters away from the upper wall of the building before he pulled down hard upon the straps of the parachute, lifting himself in the air in a short burst to gracefully avoid collision. Being a paratrooper before becoming an officer was something that had given Vladislav ample experience in these sort of things. Vladislav unsheathed his sword and stuck it into the roof of the building to root himself there as he scanned his surroundings. The academy was just as he had seen it the last time, and it brought a heavy sense of nostaliga unto him. However, he noticed repairs and damages done across the campus, and deduced that this was the act of metahumans. Vladislav leapt off of the roof of the building and fell rapidly down to the ground below before the slack parachute became taught again and broke Vladislav's fall to a minimum of damage.

Vladislav smelled the air of the school. Familiar, yet different. A few students were staring at Vladislav with shocked expressions on their faces, but Vladislav did not pay any heed as he cut his parachute off of his body and walked into the building to greet the long missed face of Miss Iren.

What good luck, as Vladislav saw that Miss Iren was right before him within the building, and conversing with a student he vaguely remembered but did not quite fully know.

"My my, it has been a long time yes Malcolm and Miss Iren? I too received such an offer along with Malcolm here and I would like to know the details behind this position after Malcolm has finished speaking to you." said Vladislav with a crystal clear, forceful voice laced with charismatic undertone, a product of his days as an officer in an intensive warzone.Vladislav overheard the last snippet of the conversation, which was basically Malcolm speaking, but with that he began to remember who Malcolm was.​
 
Malcolm looked over at the man that walked in. "Yes, who are you? Nothing personal, my menory on personal details are bad. I probably won't remember this talk by this time tomorrow." He pulled out a note card and a pen. "What's your name?"
 
"Ah yes Malcolm I understand and am not offended in the slightest bit. Nothing changes the bond of amiability that we held when we attended this exceptional academy even if your memories have frayed. My name is Vladislav Regis, and it is a great pleasure to meet you again my good man." replied Vladislav with a light and friendly tone.

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Malcolm wrote down his name on the note card. "Pleasure to meet you again Vladislav. And what was your power? And did you teached me any techniques, because that might help with remembering you."
 

Vladislav rubbed his chin with his gloved right hand as he slowly nodded his head after remembering what he could from his time from the academy. Malcolm wasn't someone Vladislav was extremely close with, but they had been acquaintances and they had both aided each other mutually.

"My power is to create and manipulate anything that can be classified as a "sword". I am afraid that I did not teach you much as my power was incredibly under developed and weak when we were here together making me unnoticed for the most part. However, we did have friendly spars of swordsmanship and I recall that you were a skilled bladesman able to go even with me even with my intensive and lifelong practice with the sword and natural affinity to them. Nevertheless, it is nice to meet you again old friend." said Vladislav as he reached out and firmly patted the man's shoulder with his arm to signal his good will.​
 
Iren Winford


"Ahhh ok,. I remember now" The principal nodded slightly recalling now of the boys memorize issues. They had started to become an issue towards the end of his years at the school. She had hopped they would have been able to help his memory but it seemed to be something that couldn't be helped. She felt bad for the boy, noting how he carried cards around it was probably the only way he was able to remember anything at this point. Before she could say anything more she heard the sound of a helicopter closing in and a small shiver of uncertainty ran though her. She tensed slightly half expecting a rain of troops or something of the sort.


To her relief it was only one man who didn't exactly look ready for a fight. So many old faces returning to the school it was almost like a reunion. Unfortunately it couldn't be done under more pleasant circumstances. Iren gave a welcoming smile to the graduate as he made his introduction. "It is very nice to see you again as well Regis. Glad to see you are doing well." She nodded observing the two as they interacted. Bits and pieces of days long since passed returning. With every graduate that returned it reminded Iren more and more of the number of students which pass through the these halls.
 
Malcolm nodded with a soft smile. He vaguely remembers a spar or twl against him. "Thank you, I do try my best. And I got a few swords with me. Maybe I can show you some time. You might have to remind though."
 

"And I am glad to find you in good health as well milady" said Vladislav as he bowed respectfully. Vladislav turned back to Malcolm and nodded in agreement. "That sounds great, I would love to experience a challenging spar with you once again. Perhaps you could show me around to those swords when time gets around no? I could give them some upgrades if you so desire. I do hope your memory serves you well my friend."

Vladislav clapped his hands together lightly, the sound being barely noticeable as it became muffled between his gloved hands, as he stepped back placed his right hand over his heart while slightly bowing his head towards Iren, his six medals of honorable service jingling in unison with this motion. "As someone who has witnessed destruction countless times and the damage to structures that comes with it, I notice that there seems to be recently repaired and significant damage done to this school. My intuition tells me that another reason you have called us here was for greater protection for the students yes?" stated Vladislav with resolute and respectful tone. Vladislav highly respected Iren who was able to monitor and sustain this school of extraordinary students and difficulties. She radiated an aura of iron will that reinforced her leadership amiably, which showed in her exemplary leading of this academy.​
 
Iren Winford


The manner in which Vladislav dressed and carried himself was not lost on the older woman. She could tell he had experienced quite a bit since his days in the academy. Iren nodded slightly in response to the question. "Rouge metas have decided to make the school a target. We were able to capture one and eliminate three but the leader managed to get away. There is also one who believes himself to be a god of sorts who might also make an appearance. So teaching students is only part of the job, protecting them is the other half." She explained to both graduate students figuring they both needed to know. "Stephan is also here, along with several other graduate students who have returned for the same reasons."
 
Grayson made his way down from his room, sighing quietly to himself. He had stayed holed up in his room for the better part of the last few days, only coming down to eat. He figured with the previous day's events, he should at least socialize a bit. He was dressed in his normal clothing; a comfortably fitted shirt that had slid partway, exposing part of his shoulder and thin collarbone, and a worn pair of jeans. His headphones were nested over his ears, a quiet hum of music coming from them.


His teal eyes closed a bit as he stifled a yawn, making his way into the dorm's common room. It was fairly empty, save for a girl with crutches who was sitting off by herself. He offered a little smile, pulling his headphones down and around his neck. He had seen her around before, but the crutches and leg injury were new, probably because of the attacks the day before. He made his way over to her, but kept his distance in case she didn't want to talk.


"That looks like it hurts." he said simply, offering a sympathetic smile.


"I don't know if we've met. I'm Grayson."


@Shura
 
Sen Harper


Sen watched quietly as the room slowly exited the room slowly possibly heading out to get an early lunch? She wasn't particularly hungry so she stayed settled where she was. Sen was content since her leg wasn't really hurting her much at all anymore. She sighed softly looking around all all the various books until someone came into her line of sight. Someone she hadn't seen before. She glanced down as he mentioned her wound . "Ah it doesn't hurt at the moment." She replied softly "Nice to meet you Grayson, I'm Sen." She introduced with small smile used to the routine by this point.
 
Gray smiled warmly at that. "That's good to hear. I think I would have ended up getting hurt too, if I had come out of my room during the attack." he explained sheepishly. He scratched his head and grinned a little, obviously embarrassed.


"Sen, huh? I like that name. Is this your first year?" he asked, sliding his hands into his pockets. He wondered how many other people ended up getting hurt... His teal eyes watched her carefully, a slight glint to them for a fleeting moment.


@Shura
 
Sen Harper


Sen shrugged slightly "I just happened to be in the wrong place and the wrong time." She replied. "Fortunately there was only a handful of us in the Gym at the time." She added, brushing a few stray locks from her face before locking eyes with the boy, again her passive neutral expression returning since she had some time on her own once more. "Ah Thanks..." she muttered at the compliment. "Yeah, first year here. How about you?" she asked keeping eye contact. She noticed something in his eyes but couldn't quite tell what. It was gone as quickly as it came leaving her curious.
 
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Gray locked eyes with her, smiling a little.


"Same here, first year. I certainly wasn't expecting this much excitement around here." he said with a light, pleasant laugh. His eyes were such an odd color, yet they seemed to fit with the rest of his appearance. It was strange that nobody seemed to notice him before now.


"I'm glad you got out of it without much injury. I heard there were some students that didn't make it." he said with a small frown. He quickly shook his head and offered a little smile.


"Sorry, I shouldn't be bringing things like that up. I'm just glad that those rogue metas were taken care of."


@Shura
 
Sen Harper


Sen looked off at the mention of other not making it. They weren't anyone she met personally but it was still surprising nonetheless, more so because it reminded her how close she could have come to reaching the same fate. "It's okay. Everyone else is talking about it. Its only natural since so many were in a bunker." she shrugged slightly, "It's unfortunate but... there not much we can do about it other than make sure we're ready for when it happens again." She looked back over to Grayson.
 
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Gray nodded in agreement, moving over to sit on the couch with her. He kept a bit of a distance between them, so as not to make her feel uncomfortable.


"I'm glad that they didn't end up hurting too many people. I kinda feel bad though... I hid in my room like a damn coward. I should have helped..." he said quietly, looking rather dejected about it. He ran his hands through his silver hair, sighing deeply.


"Anyways... What's your power? Unless I'm not supposed to ask that around here, that is. I've never really been around so many other metas before, I don't want to end up offending someone." He smiled a bit, turning to face her as he tucked one leg underneath the other.


@Shura
 
Sen Harper


Silvery gray eyes followed Grayson as he moved to sit beside her. "It's kind of the norm around here to ask... so its fine really. It's the first time I've been around so many other metas as well." She replied. "Well knowingly." she corrected with a small smirk. "I can control metal though." Sen explained pulling the short metal chain from her pocket and letting it rest in her open palm. The metal moved like a snake almost before melting slightly to be malleable and shifting into a small silver statue of a cat. "What's your ability?" She asked.
 
Gray watched with wonder, smiling. "That's... really cool." he said, scratching his head a bit. He wondered how he'd do a demonstration of his ability for her. "Well, I have insanely fast reflexes, and I can move really fast." he said, standing. As he stood he suddenly disappeared, reappearing with a loud whoosh in another chair on the opposite side of the room. Another moment and another whoosh and he was sitting right back next to her. He let out a long sigh and grinned happily.


"Still not as cool as your powers, though. Manipulating metal is pretty awesome." he said, rubbing at his wrist bracers for a moment in thought.


@Shura
 
Sen Harper


"It can be, but I'm always limited to whats around me." She pointed out. "Your powers pretty cool too though." Sen smiled. She had yet to meet someone who she didn't thin their power was interesting or cool in some way. With so many matas and so many powers it was always fun to see what others could do. No two metas were ever the same, there was always a difference even if the powers were similar.


@Alex Phalin
 
"Yeah, I can get really tired out if I push myself too far. I guess it's only fair that everyone has a weakness of some kind." he said with a little smile.


"I like your power though. It seems like it would be pretty fun to practice. You don't know how hard it is to convince people to throw things at me to practice mine." he said with a light laugh, his eyes meeting hers. There was that odd glint again, but once again it was gone just as quickly as it appeared.


@Shura
 
Sen Harper


Sen chuckled softly. "I don't think you'll have as much of an issue here." She replied. "I'm sure someone's going to want to test out their power against yours. I guess that's what training is for right?" She asked "Just be careful who you ask... cause they might end up having something your not quite ready for." She suggested with a small smirk.


A series of loud bell rang, signalling the start of the hour as noon. "Hm noon already..." she muttered softly feeling her stomach tighten slightly in hunger. Normally she could go longer without eating but with the wounds...perhaps she needed to eat more? "Hm I guess its time for lunch..."
 
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Gray chuckled a bit at that. "I suppose I could find someone to spar with." he said, hearing the bell. He stood and stretched a bit, before offering a hand to help her up. "I'm pretty hungry too. Mind if I tag along? I've mostly kept to myself since I got here, it'll be nice to make some friends." he said with a small, happy smile. "That is, if everyone's as nice as you."


@Shura
 
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