Tension Rising - Main thread [Fight or Flight]

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Brittany_originalcrop.jpg.2cc22c4f4a91959ec631451fa2054bac.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="29250" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Brittany_originalcrop.jpg.2cc22c4f4a91959ec631451fa2054bac.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Brittany walked past the gymnasium and shook her head at the destruction. She recalled so many classes of weight training and exercise regimens that her toned muscles almost protested at the memory. Although much of the debris had been cleared away, she was sure that the reconstructed building would look nothing like the gymnasium of old. More's the pity, she thought.


The campus was mostly deserted. Brittany checked her watch and realized that class was probably in session. Jet lag hadn't yet set in from her rapid flight across so many time-zones and with the sunless sky, she had no real perception of time.


She continued toward the main classroom building as the wind gusted in front of the oncoming storms. Brittany looked skyward as hawks circled lazily above as they took advantage of the powerful updrafts and currents.


Brittany entered the foyer and her mind leapt at the memory of her first time in the building. The welcome banner, newer but still holding the same message of old, greeted her like an old friend. The smell of the building was as comfortable as a favorite sweater and she smiled warmly in reminiscence.


One by one, she checked the classrooms as she looked for ... well, anyone. She finally sensed a large group of people, outside behind the academic building by the Grid test. Of course, Brittany thought as she remembered her own failed trial in that very test.


She paused and centered her mind to shut out the mental static that typically accompanied crowds, then Brittany pushed open the doors and walked outside to meet the new class of Winford's students.

 

[PicaPirate]

Teru

Still shirtless, Teru ran over to Kiara and hoisted her up, her arm over his shoulders and one arm around her back and another on her arm that was over him so her weight supported him.


The paint on her had partially dried, so it didn't rub onto him. Kiara was practically caked in it mercilessly, though going into a protective position had shielded her face. He put the sunglasses back on her, which Kiara had loaned to him to hold earlier.


"Honestly? I don't know. You got so many fake ones that I don't know. Even if a lot were fakes though, it was impressive nonetheless. Pretty sure you got more targets in general than most."


He sat Kiara down beside him and tried cleaning some of the paint of her with a napkin, with little success.


"I think a shower for all of us will be necessary with all this paint."


@Kharmin


Sent from my stone tablet using Tapatalk because I used a Tardis.

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Kiara.jpg.03aedc4e271a672daf76d1859f904a6a.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="29254" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Kiara.jpg.03aedc4e271a672daf76d1859f904a6a.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> With Teru's welcome help, Kiara managed to get seated back on the bleachers. She was grateful for the hair that fell, disheveled about her face as it hid the brief flush of her cheeks at Teru's mention of a shower. She recalled the last time that he had helped her and the warm memory eased the pain of the countless welts and bruises that covered her.


Kiara ached all over. She had never before used her talent in such a manner, switching from force to shield and back again in so rapid succession. Mentally, she was drained and the years of swimming was the only salvation that allowed her muscles to support her enough to walk – even with Teru's help!


"I sure hope that the rest of the term won't be like this," she muttered with a hint of anger and frustration in her tone. The exercise was demoralizing as it highlighted, truly, just how ineffective her talent was. Thinking back, Kiara counted only three targets hit, and that included the one she had ridden and virtually decapitated. She had hoped for more, but the illusory ones certainly wouldn't count. If so, however, her score might have been closer to six or seven? It was all a blur to her now as exhaustion settled in to her in force.


Kiara leaned her head onto Teru's shoulder and closed her eyes, thankful for the returned sunglasses. She heaved a heavy sigh and fought to stay awake during the remainder of the runs of the other students in the Grid.


@PicaPirate

 

[King Of Imagination]

Mica, a large smile on his face, watched the havoc his illusions wreaked on the course. They were so lucky he wasn't allowed to make even weirder illusions. He laughed anyway, there were some who did rather well, others who did rather poorly, and it was all based on whether your power was offensive, defensive, or none of the above. Mica wasn't particularly good at the course himself, because the damn bots used sensors anywhere past level 4, so they knew his illusions weren't him. He petted Tarot, who was sitting contently on his shoulder, and rubbed his hands together like some weird evil genius. He was getting a bit of a headache though the illusions were hard to keep up, especially multiple moving ones, and the dinosaur? It was a bit of a strain. He looked over to Nikolas and called out, "Can I get an asprin? Or maybe some sort of strong alcohol?" He grinned and help up one finger, meaning just the first option.


@Godman873


@The rest of the cast of misfits that makes up our roleplay

 

[tomio]

Boris was having the time of his life. His brain reminded him that he would probably need to go and look up the principal after this, if only to find out where he should sleep in stead of simply jumping into some random bed.


Therefore, he simply gave the paintball gun to his robot, and told him to shoot at whomever enters the Grid.


He quickly found Iren in her office. He barged in, ignoring any comments from the secretary, should there be one.


"Miss Winford! Is good to see you again. Heard you had problem with stupid rogues. Problem is, I don't have room to sleep. Or materials. Or food. So I think you get picture." He said grinning from ear to ear. "Missed this place, easy to make booze back when I was student."


@Shura

 

[GeneralZod]

Nikolas


Nikolas watched as one student ran through the course and did a decent job. "Good job, You got five of them." Nikolas recognized her as the paranoid student who did not want to do the desk test. Turning to respond to Mica's question he searched his pockets in case he still carried any backup asprin. "Sorry Mica, I have none, You could always head to the nurse's office and ask for one, as long as you have a good reason they should be willing to hand one over." It was not like Nikolas particularly agreed with the idea of illusions on an already difficult task, though Nikolas also wasn't one to let someone suffer over a small disagreement.

 

[King Of Imagination]

Mica nodded. "Alright. Illusions are out for the next few rounds, I've got an pretty solid headache." He walked off, following Tarot the cat to where he hoped the Nurse's office was, Tarot always seemed to have a good sense of direction. He smiled some of the students on the way, as well as the clowns that drove beside him in their little cars. He considered asking for a lift, but he probably couldn't fit his large, lanky frame in that car. Eventually he made it to the nurse's office.

 

[SkyGinge]

No sooner had the pair arrived than did the vice principal herself, who decided to move them on to another challenge. Jon was a little grateful, as he'd known he wouldn't have had too much he could have done against the dummies. He had been vaguely interested in martial arts a while back, but other than a few basic skills, he'd never really got the hang of it because he was just too clumsy. And he knew for sure that Emily too wouldn't have had so much to show. So in many ways, Timestorm's intervention had been at the perfect time, and whilst the others were learning to focus their attacking abilities, the pair of them had also began work on their own abilities.


Losing Emily in the crowds, Jon followed the procession outside to the arena, a part of school that he hadn't seen before, and upon seeing it he broke into a wild grin. It looked like something from a gameshow like Wipeout, something he had always wanted to try out. Morgan, who was looking rather chipper, explained the rules, and Jon smirked at her mention of a 'light upgrade in difficulty', which definitely seemed like an understatement. Watching Nikolas complete the course so easily, he couldn't help but smile at the action, but somethign annoyed him a little. Of course he can do it with teleportation powers, but I'd like to see the others do it that easily. And the added paintballs seem a bit harsh. Are they trying to make us lose on purpose? Scanning over the other graduates, he found it hard to imagine that many of them would have much luck completing it; Kojiro was so huge that he'd inevitably find himself splattered in paint, and he didn't imagine the unprofessionally drunk robot-guy would have been able to do the same to, even on their difficulty level. Still, it did look like fun, even if Jon didn't like the idea of them all getting hurt so easily.


No pain, no gain, Timestorm would probably say, Jon thought as the other students began to filter through the challenge. I guess that's the same concept being used here. Making us determined to complete it through pain. And I suppose those that would have been scared off left at Iren's notice, he reasoned, noticing the much smaller amount of students. Those who remained must have had very good reason to do so. And that extended to timid Emily. Jon rolled his eyes: another flipping mystery.


Jon watched the other students attempts with eager excitement, though he found himself on the edge of his seat wincing whenever a challenge came to a violent close. He was really surprised, actually, at just how brutal everything was being handled, and that people who had been injured like Sen and Madison were still taking it on. They even allowed the magician to trick everybody, which felt exheedingly cruel. Still, they did have to be prepared. He knew that, in theory, he could just freeze time over and over again and dodge everything. But aside from leaving him exhausted, he knew he would feel like a coward compared to the others, so he made a promise to himself. He would go into the challenge and try to not use his power. After all, it was in general physicality and fighting skill that he needed the greatest improvement, and taking the challenge like that would ensure the relevant developments were made.


After a slew of students failed, Jon, with a plan, stepped forward and readied himself for the test. It seemed the magician had exhausted himself too much (he couldn't blame him after his dinosaur antics) and was taking a rest, but this only made Jon frown, as he now didn't have quite the same challenge as everybody else. When the three buzzes had gone off, Jon immediately made a dash for the cover of one of the huge metal objects. Paint splatted around him from the sides of the block, but he had positioned himself at an angle so that they couldn't reach him. Still, he couldn't just stand around and hide all day; he had to actually attempt to punch something. So for a long moment, he watched the track of the dummies. He figured his ability would largely end up being used for stealth anyway, so he bided his time and waited for a dummy to approach.


The dummy moved fast, but Jon had anticipated its movement, and as it passed, Jon leapt out from his hiding space and elbowed the dummy in the face. It was harder than he had anticipated, but Jon ignored the slight pain by following up with a spinning knee to the stomach. It was certainly less destructive than some of the other student's efforts, but it got the job done, and he now had one hit.


Yet turning with a satisfied smiled, Jon suddenly found himself surrounded by an army flying paintballs. His eyes widened for a brief second, and then instinctively, he grasped the feeling and froze time. The mechanical whizzings of the dummies cut out instantly, the vague buzz of the crowd fading into oblivion. Jon blinked twice, still breathing heavily. A cage of about ten paintballs surrounded him. He cursed quietly; he had used his ability after all.


Jon had to move fast; the fog would be on him quickly if he didn't get a move on. After entangling himself from the now harmless paintballs, he walked conservatively, scanning over the different dummies as he decided which one was best to pick on. Eventually, just as the fog began to hiss into view, he decided on one and, thrusting out his fist, he similtaniously unfroze time, and the dummy lurched into life and straight into the arc of his fist. He wasn't the most powerful of people, but Jon knew exactly where to hit, and a unexpected punch between the eyes would no doubt stun an enemy long enough for him to follow up with something more brutal. Unfortunately for him, the dummy lacked that humanity, and inspite of the slight indent in its face, it charged merrily on. Jon had to act quickly to jump onto it and cling on, launching himself off and behind shelter before any of the graduates could even notice where he had gone.


Well, that worked surprisingly well, he thought to himself, readying for another dummy to pass by. However, he was aware that in a proper fight, he would definitely have not killed or even knocked out the dummies he had hit. He would have to learn how to use a weapon to be of any real worth in fighting. When the next dummy came, Jon was too slow to react and catch it, so instead he held back and waited a little longer. Yet none of the dummies seemed to be heading his way now, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the graduates found him.


Time to grow some balls, Jon decided, and suddenly he was rushing out from behind his cover. He was surprisingly quick; he had used to do a decent bit of long distance running back in Britain. Within a few seconds, he heard the noises of recognition from the stands, and suddenly paintballs were spurting out like machine-gun fire all around him. He scowled and lowered his head, a paintball splattering off of the outstretched arm he had raised as defence. That would leave a nasty bruise, and due to the pain of his throbbing arm, he found himself tripping and falling forwards towards to path of an approaching dummy.


However, as he landed, he was already rolling, and just as the dummies base was about to smash into his grounded face, he leaped forward, wrapping his arms round the dummies leg. The motion of the dummy yanked his arms painful and swung him around back towards the front of the dummy. Paintballs whizzed past him at impossible speeds, one catching his swinging back. A short splatter of paint spashed agains his right glasses lens, but he pain it no head, eyes steely and determined, and despite appearing to be out of control, he held tight aroudn the dummies legs and thrust his legs into its shins, launching himself off and landing behind shelter once more. After a moment of wide-eyed disbelief, he broke into a manic grin. Perhaps I'm more awesome at this than I first thought!


Now filled with adrenaline, he brushed off the pain in his arm and the aches in his bones, and found himself already charging full speed towards another dummy. Once again, he jumped forwards, but this time it looekd more intentionally, and his body launched into the air, right arm already pulling back to punch as he passed. But he had become too confident, and flew harmlessly passed the dummy. He was already cursing as his chest crashed painfulyl against the hard stone, although he hadn't jumped that fast due to the dummies own speed. Now he was a sitting duck, and several 'painballs' splashed violently against his fallen body. There was a loud buzz; he had lost.


Jon let out a loud gasp, and slowly climbed to his feet. His entire body felt saw, especially his chest which had taken quite the impact and was now probably grazed. His glasses had been knocked slightly out of shape, and his clothes were now soaked in a messy rainbow of paint, a few stray scraps of material left from other students attempts now drying to his clothes. In spite of that, and his slight hobble as he exitted the arena, there was a wild, natural grin on his face.


Well, that was fun whilst it lasted, he grinned.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Alec looked at the people attempting the paintball course, and looked puzzled. You were supposed to break the targets, huh? He looked down at his useless right arm dangling at his side. He could move his fingers, but his arm was completely unresponsive. This would've been no problem if he was at full power.


He staggered up to the course, and gritted his teeth as he heard the countdown.


3... This was gonna suck big time.


2... Damnit, why was there a fight prior to this?


1... Sheesh.


Go!


He quickly raised a bubble of psionic energy around him. Paintballs hit the surface and bursted. This challenge was perfect for him, as something as soft as paintballs wasn't going to penetrate his shields anytime soon, but on the other hand...


He could barely stand. His legs shook as he created a psionic sword in his left hand. He started scouting out the moving targets, anticipated their movement, and managed to get up close to one. He let the barrier around him fall for a short moment before rushing forward and slashing the target. He raised the shield again, and gasped as a paintball barely missed him and hit the inside of his barrier.


He repeated the cycle a couple of times, barely getting hit by the paintballs every time.


"6... 7..." Alec was just counting at this point. He wasn't very aware of what was going on around him. An eighth target came towards him. He stopped, and lowered his shield once again as it came close. He swung in a pretty pathetic uncontrolled manner, but it was enough. Down went the target. "8..." He slowed down, and as he tried to raise the shield again, his sword broke, and dematerialized, and an instant later he was hit by at least 20 paintballs. He stood there with his legs shaking for a moment, before he wandered out of the course, and collapsed on the floor.


He really needed a couple of days to rest.


@anyone, really.

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Kiara.jpg.56dca27ddc3c0f9e704c0cc6f1ea07b3.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="29271" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Kiara.jpg.56dca27ddc3c0f9e704c0cc6f1ea07b3.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Nikolas' compliment barely registered through the haze of fatigue that threatened to completely overtake Kiara. Five? Did he say I got five? Kiara was surprised. The whole event was a blur to her now, as she honestly couldn't recall much other than riding one of the mechanized targets around in the Grid.


She opened her sea-green eyes hidden behind her sunglasses and took a slightly renewed interest in the test. Wow, five, she thought. I did better than quite a few others here. Kiara was surprised that her tactic had yielded such results, but realized that the next time she took this same test they would be prepared for her and probably adjust the difficulty accordingly.


Kiara watched as Jon appeared to teleport around the area, but with less control and accuracy than Nikolas. She willed for him to succeed, but Jon inevitably was defeated as the new students continued on their track of a perfect, non-winning score.


Still, as she observed the others, a portion of her mind freed by her fatigue started to consider how some of their talents could work together to make more powerful results. Teru and her, for one, were a potentially lethal combination and she almost smiled at the thought of training next to him. As for the others, Kiara figured that her best contribution would be her ability to shield and repel things out of the melee arena to allow her potential teammates the chance to work their talents uninhibited.


Perhaps this academy would teach her some things after all, Kiara thought, but she also worried about how she would be expected to perform for them. Thinking of forced-involvement with the academy and the others caused her brow to furrow in anger.


"At the end of the day," she muttered, "I will always be me, and I refuse to let them take that away from me."


@Godman873


@PicaPirate

 

[Shura]

Sen Harper


Sen half paid attention to the trials after her round. She watched the berserker girl from the auditorium go to town on the grid, and Teru make a good show with his own abilities. She managed to spot Gray step into the center before the buzzer went off and he literally disappeared from sight. She only caught glimpses of him as he zipped around the grid, it was fun to watch and try to spot him in all of the spray of paint. he managed to get 5, impressive. She smirked slightly as he made his way over cleaning the paint off of his blades. "Hey you managed to do better than I did." She smirked slightly.


She didn't pay much attention to the next rounds until seeing Jon step up. She smiled slightly he looked like he was doing a hell of a lot better than before. Which was a good sign. His run was also impressive to say the least mostly because he had only used his ability in the beginning from what she could tell. It was interesting actually getting to see him use it though, It almost looked as if he had super speed like Gray for that moment. She hoped her leg would heal up soon so she could give the course a try without being so limited in movement. Perhaps she could try and get some practice done on those weird pillars of metal as well.

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Brittany_originalcrop.jpg.ba98a4bceaf836092045ae2c70c6dbfd.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="29274" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Brittany_originalcrop.jpg.ba98a4bceaf836092045ae2c70c6dbfd.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Brittany arrived on-site just as one of the students exited the Grid and collapsed on the floor. She rushed to his side to check his condition and realized that he was greatly fatigued.


I always hated this aspect of training, she thought. It's too much on these kids, too soon. But, Brittany recalled the most recent attack and figured that Iren had her reasons for accelerating her lessons.


She fished in her pocket and produced a small, laminated card and held it up for the boy to read. On it was written: "I am a telepath and a mute. I can only speak to you in your mind. Will you allow me to do so?" Brittany's soft, green eyes and the concern on her face indicated that she wanted to help him.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Gobbo]

Gray looked over at Sen when she spoke, smiling a bit. "Eh... I'd do better if I had my usual blades. These ones are just loaners while I get my regular ones fixed." he explained, sitting down next to her. Once he finished cleaning off the paint he slid the blades back into their place, resting his arms on his knees.


"I think I need to practice more... I was so sure I was going to clear the course. I guess that's what I get for being cocky." he chuckled a bit.


"Don't feel too bad. I know you'll tear the course up when your leg's better. I mean, most of those dummies are made of metal, at least the guns are. You'd be able to disable the guns pretty easily."


@Shura

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Alec's half shut eyes slowly shifted upwards toward the card that was held in front of him, his irises yellow half-moons under his eyelid.


He crawled a meter forward, and used his last strength to push himself up against a wall in a sitting position. He blinked a couple times while looking at the girl who'd approached him, and then nodded.


"... Go ahead..."


Telepathy would intrigue him normally, but he was too tired to get excited at the moment.


@Kharmin

 

[Shura]

Sen Harper


"Eh, we all need to practice really.. it's why we're here though." She shrugged before smirking slightly. "Yeah... I don't think I'll do a whole lot better even with my leg healed up really... for one I have no idea what kind of metal that is, so that works against me. Ah well it's all part of learning really." She muttered looking back to the grid. She knew she didn't do too bad for herself but couldn't help but want to do better at the same time. "I have no idea what kind of metal that is, but it super dense... I couldn't even budge it..."

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Brittany_originalcrop.jpg.fc7e28216c5bba4d76f654da187d07fa.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="29280" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Brittany_originalcrop.jpg.fc7e28216c5bba4d76f654da187d07fa.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> {{Thank you}} she said in the boy's mind. {{My name is Brittany, but you may call me Britt or Bree if you like. Any of those will do.}} She smiled warmly at him. {{I am a grad student and a nurse, recently returned to help Ms. Winford with whatever she needs me to do. Right now, though, it looks like you can use my help. What's your name?}}


Brittany took a cursory glance over him to spot any obvious wounds, but he was so covered in paint that it was difficult to get a good view. She gently reached up and wiped some paint off of his face with a warm, soft touch.


{{Are you injured?}} she asked in his mind.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Gobbo]

"Hey, don't think like that. Trust me, with powers like yours, you'll be dominating the Grid in no time at all." he reassured her with a warm smile. After a few moments he sighed a bit and ran his hand through his hair. "We all have a long way to go... But hey, like you said, it's why we're here. We have nowhere to go but up." he said, nudging her playfully with his elbow.


"Don't stress yourself out about it. You've got plenty of time to practice."


@Shura

 

[theunderwolf]

Fox (Now completely recovered fro her elephant transformation) grinned and stepped up to try the grid. I just need to dodge the paint balls and hit the targets, easy. As she heard the countdown she ducked down as low to the ground as low as she could go, tensing every muscle in her body to pounce.


"2!" The countdown blared and fox tightened her focus on her first target.


"1!" Fox released her focus, letting it extend to the entire gym.


"Go!" The girl reacted instantly, shifting into a wolf and pouncing on the first target and ramming it. 1 she thought happily. Then shifting before anyone could react into a squirrel and jumping off the target into cover. Sighting her next target she shifted again, this time into a hawk and flapped up for a aerial strike with her beak easily smashing into a second target. then again she was a squirrel and behind cover. She repeated this twice more, varying her forms to keep the grad students form having a constant target. After her fourth land and shift she grinned, this is going to be easy, She mentally boasted, I just have to do this six more times! Then she jumped out in her next form, a small wallaby (good jumps not as big a target as its bigger cousin) and and sped towards her fifth target but just as she got close, a paintball grazed her.


And the memorys came rushing back...


Fox as a 9 year old, hunting a cow with her pack. She had taken prey like this down more times then she could count, but this time was different. This time the hunter was there. He had grazed the girl with his first shot, despite her being in human form, he had failed to recognize her as anything but a wolf, and hit her in the leg with a second. As she and her pack fled she was it again in the arm and then a last bullet went into her abdomen, barely missing her vital organs. If not for silverbacks extensive medical help, she would have died that day. and she was terrified of bullets and wary of loud noises ever since.


Now, after being grazed in almost the exact same place, she began to manic feel the wind of the grid make her own scars tingle, and all she knew was that she needed to get away, fast. So she turned and ran, getting hit by at least six other paint balls, each adding to her panic, despite the fact they weren't actual bullets. Escaping the grid, she ran out the gym doors and into the nearest tree she could find, instinctively hiding within its branches and silently hyperventilating.


@Anyone in the grid

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Alec winced when her voice was heard in his head. It was not entirely unlike having Claire in his head, but it wasn't entirely like it either. What was it with him and speaking to everyone using thoughts?


He opened his mouth halfway, and then realized he was in no shape to even talk. Instead, he tried doing what he did when he was "merged" with Claire. My name is Alec... I don't think you can help me, Brittany, but I appreciate it. My powers damage my nervous system and drain my energy.. He forced his eyes to stay open as he blankly stared at the girl. It was nice not to be alone in this corner of the room, but she couldn't really do much to help him, as far as he knew.


Is telepathy your power? That's cool, though. How does it work?


@Kharmin

 

[SkyGinge]

Jon waddled his way out of the arena, a bright eyed student stepping past him and taking his place. He soon had to stop, leaning against the side of the raised seating to catch his breath. Now the buzz of the activity had completely faded, and Jon was faced with cold, painful reality; he'd only made his fatigue from the previous day worse. His muscles tensed up angrily, and almost his entire body seemed to thrub with pain. He struggled not to groan; it was certainly more pain than he had ever felt in his entire life.


But somehow, he still felt vaguely happy. Despite his best fears, he had affirmed for himself that he did have the reactions and awareness to be of some use in the battlefield. Now all he had to do was choose a weapon... and find a way to focus over the pain. For a long time, he stood there, panting. There was an eruption of splatting sounds, and he knew that the other student's challenge had began. To his faint dismay, the paint was fast drying, and his clothes were now coated in a dull, cracking rainbow. Somebody better have the power of... oh, I dunno, hyper-cleaning.


The noises faded, the student's challenge over. Jon found himself impressed by the bravery of the other students; despite watching friends and peers hobble out in various levels of injury, they all remained eager to try and beat the test. Then Jon lost track of time, simply stood focussing on cyphoning out the pain. It was difficult, but eventually he succeeded, and managed to raise a trembling arm to adjust his glasses. Thankfully, they weren't irreversively damaged, but they were still a little out of shape, and Jon could feel a headache settling in as his eyes complained about the change. He was helpless to move as Fox scampered away into the distance, only able to regard her with a sad smile.


I'm no good here. Time to move. With a fair bit of effort, Jon forced himself to move from his spot, motivated by the others' bravery. Walking a little like some kind of robot, he soon located Sen, who was sat next to a silver haired boy who he couldn't help but notice was regarding her with a little mroe than just regular warmth. In spite of everything, Jon was still grinning, his azure eyes calm as ever despite looking a little distant with pain. Eventually he found his way over to the pair and plopped himself down next to them.


"Ouch," he said, understatedly, "Well done you two for your attempts."


@Shura


@Alex Phalin

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Brittany_originalcrop.jpg.aab3625312739cd212dd039011fd7179.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="29290" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Brittany_originalcrop.jpg.aab3625312739cd212dd039011fd7179.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Brittany frowned at Alec's self-analysis. That he wasn't in any physical pain did make her medical knowledge less useful. {{Are you in any pain, Alec?}} she asked him, {{I might be able to help with that.}} Her frown left and her gentle, calming demeanor returned. {{Close your eyes, Alec,}} Brittany added, {{there's no reason to keep them open when we can talk thus especially if you are so fatigued.}}


She grinned at his curiosity. {{Yes, telepathy is my talent. I'm sorry, I don't know exactly how it works, only that it does,}} Brittany replied. {{That's why I studied here at the Academy. I learned how better to control it, but never really understood how or why it works.}}


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[Prizzy Kriyze]

He looked down at his hand when she asked him if he was in pain. My arm feels like there's a million needles piercing it, but otherwise no.


He leaned his hed back against the wall and closed his eyes when she told him to. It was rather pointless to keep eye contact just to be polite, he supposed. He sighed heavily.


I suppose none of us really know that. Isn't it tiring to use though? Wouldn't you want to be able to talk, or sing? Perhaps he was overstepping his boundaries, but it wasn't like Alec would be able to figure that out.


@Kharmin

 

[PicaPirate]

Teru

Teru held Kiara as she rested with her body leaning on him for recovery. His hand stroked the side of her head, which wasn't so covered in paint.


"Well you managed as many as me then it seems." He chuckled as her ears perked up at the number of targets she had disabled. It would hopefully serve as some medicine to the wounded pride.


Teru was thinking what to do the next time. His most likely solution would be at first to disable the graduate students by destroying their guns, most likely with 0.22 rounds. The issue was he didn't have the energy or marksmanship to pull that off without a huge amount of effort, in which time he could be paintballed. It just showed him what he needed to do for training.


He didn't need to get stronger, he needed to get faster, more flexible and definitely get more stamina for his ability.


He heard Kiara again, wondering what she was on about. Possibly about the lessons later which also involve teamwork.


"Well I sure wouldn't want it any other way." He said as he smiled and stroked her, more like a cat than anything.


@Kharmin


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[Shura]

Sen Harper


Sen smiled slightly at the nudge and nodded, "true enough." She replied, trying to have a better outlook on things. He had a point, they had time to practice. "Hey maybe we could practice later outside of class." She suggested. There was bound to be something she could do in the mean time.


She looked up as Jon moved to sit next to them. "Hey, nice job" She smiled slightly noticing how exhausted he looked now. "You look worse than yesterday though, you going to be ok?"

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Brittany_originalcrop.jpg.8d2ffcf02977eb4af65ece20a196abda.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="29299" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_09/Brittany_originalcrop.jpg.8d2ffcf02977eb4af65ece20a196abda.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Brittany nodded at Alec's reply. {{I can assist with your arm,}} she said with a warm, hopeful voice. With a slight, odd sensation in Alec's mind, Brittany reached out mentally and touched some of the pain sensors in his mind. The sensation in his arm dulled considerably. {{That should help,}} Brittany said, {{but only for a little while. The blocks that I put in place will be removed while you sleep, so if you are still having pain tomorrow, come and find me and I will help reduce it again if you like.}}


She smiled at his query. {{I was born mute, so although I would love to talk or sing, it simply isn't possible for me.}} Brittany's tone indicated that the question wasn't bothersome or embarrassing for her; rather she was comfortable and content in her limitation. {{But, yes, it is tiring however I am willing to do whatever I can to help you students succeed here at the academy.}}


Brittany paused as she sensed that Alec was more tired than she originally suspected. Still, she needed more information about him so that she might better help. {{May I ask, what is your particular talent?}}


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