Fantasy The Flux - Gaea Academy: Project Reboot (Open)

[Fluxbauble]

Flux. A powerful, mystical energy that flows throughout all living beings. Flux has been called many things in the past. Mana, Chi, Nen, Quintessence. People who possessed incredible abilities were said to manipulate and harness these mystical forces through years of training and study. A man who stands before a pile of broken spears after being stabbed by them. A wizard who entangles their foes in vines as if they were an extension of his being. An archer who manages to hit a target far beyond that of normal human's perception. These all have one thing in common. In all these stories Flux was present. The monk fortified his body, the wizard created vines to trap his foes, the archer enhanced their vision. All of these things were done with Flux.

Through countless years of study and experimentation we've been able to harness the Flux within our bodies. Though the method to do so may seem mundane by our modern standards, it is necessary in order to ensure Flux is used safely by those with the aptitude to do so. That is why we've established a specialized training facility, Gaea Academy, designed to foster the growth of such individuals. Of course one asks how do we regulate such talented individuals. Well we make them compete in a global sports phenomenon known as Flux Wars.

Flux Wars is the annual world event that the Gaea Foundation created as a way of promoting the study of Flux and also allow the showcasing of individuals who can manipulate flux. Flux Wars pits rival teams in war game scenarios with the objective of the last team standing wins. The matches that lead up to the Flux Wars are called Missions to keep with the theme. Teams are comprised of 4 members, usually one of each of the four classifications: Striker, Interceptor, Weaver, and Healer. Teams are decided both by the students and by the faculty. Teams will change frequently leading up to the Flux Wars so any 4-man team that sticks together for longer than 8 missions is considered a force to be reckoned with.

This is Gaea Academy. Here at the academy our goal is the same as any of the other academies: To educate the students about Flux and to train them to use Flux to participate in the Flux Wars. All students go through a rather simple entrance exam. They appear in front of an examiner and place their hands on a device known as a Flux Orb. If they possess the potential to manipulate Flux then the Flux Orb will change shape based on the person's inherent aptitude. This aptitude is what determines which of the four Classes they fall under and generally what class is a best fit for the student.

You have already taken the entrance exam and have been sorted into your class. Now you are taking your first steps into the academy. It is here at Gaea Academy where you will live, study, and train in the ways of the Flux. You will have many instructors which you will meet in time. For now you make your way to the field where all the new students are assembling. Well we say field but it's more like a stadium. As you enter the stadium you see two large viewing screens currently turned off on either end of the stadium. A commentator's booth sits just between them along the West stands. Given that the Flux Wars area sporting event you expected nothing less. You all take your seats in the stands and await patiently for the welcoming ceremony to start. Many of the students around you look anxious. Some seem to reunite with old friends. Others seem to keep to themselves. Regardless you're all here for the same reason.

In the center of the pitch there is a stage where a few adults are conversing with one another. You recognize these individuals as the faculty of Gaea Academy. One of them, a man in a striped navy blue suit, looks out to the waves of students every so often before looking at his Com-Link device on his wrist to check the time. The time is currently 07:45. The morning ceremony will begin at 08:00. The man returns to conversing with his fellow staff members until the time arrives.

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

"You know, I wasn't overly fond of this ceremony when I had to attend this school" Velt said from his reclining position in his chair, on the cusp of falling backwards "Being on this side of the event isn't any more interesting" he flicked his fingers across his Com-Link as he checked the weather and a few bits and bobs.

Compared to the well dressed Lucian, Velt was dressed comfortably, his hair lightly brushed, yet still quite a mess. In all honesty, he did not give off the air of a professional.

 

[Fluxbauble]

Lucien chuckled at his co-worker's comment. "I'm well aware Velt. I wasn't very fond of the ceremony myself when I attended." He looks around to the crowd of students once more as he readjusted his glasses. "But you know how our sponsors are. Since we're basically training athletes they want it to feel like a sporting event. Build the mood as it were."

Lucien looked back at his com-link to check the time. Barely a minute has passed since then. "A watched pot never boils it seems."

 

[Myxyzptlk]

It was more fitting of The World Cup or a Madison Square Garden type event, however as of recent the Flux Wars had seemed to be the number one event in the world. A global phenomenon which captured the hearts and minds of many, including a young and poorly disciplined monk who was seen leaping in between the stands and over seats to get to the best view in the stadium. To most patrons he looked to be a very annoying spectator trying to rob others of their enjoyment so he could have his own but in fact, he would be one of the competitors. The Flux Wars would be his outlet to convey his skills and passions and finally attain his celebrity status that he so dearly wanted.

"Oh yeah! This one's definitely the best spot!, The young Monk exclaimed as he took something akin to a box seat at the stadium. He admired the view of the stadium; giving it one great look over. The Young Monk's name was Gao Chen, and he had traveled far and wide to make it to the Flux Wars. To him it was do or die and he was never hesitant for a moment upon his journey. At the entrance exam he held the orb to the sky before being placed in an aptitude, little regard shown to the orb or to the test takers. Chen was seemingly caught in his own grand fantasy that it never occurred to him that their was an academic portion to being a competitor in the Flux Wars. It had never occurred to him that he would need to find housing or boarding and just winged everything as he did it. In fact, he slept under a tarp which he would loosely set up over branches when it came to night fall. He would hop into Gym Showers and beg for food when push came to shove. It should have been a humbling experience for Gao Chen but even then his self assurance was at an all time high.

Gao would check his com link that was handed to him by the academy staff. It read 7:45, the ceremony would not start until 8:00, his smile dropped with considerable discontent and heartache resounded deep within him. "Oh man I'm early!", Gao would slump into the back of his seat and feel the hot sun on his forehead before looking back down at the stadium so that he could entertain himself. Maybe he could do so by counting the amount of people who have a red hat, or by leaping over more chairs to keep himself occupied, that probably could get him in trouble though and he did not want to get reprimanded so soon. Gao set his eyes on the instructors down below to see if their was anything worth noting, "What are these geezers doing?". He saw one messing with their comlink, seemingly checking the time as well and looking discontent after the fact that the ceremony still had not started. "Yeah me too, buddy..." Gao stated with a deep exhale before counting the amount of trash collecting behind the seats of each row to keep himself occupied.

 

[RoselineBloom]

One would be forgiven if they did not notice Fionn enter the stands. While the young shinobi was dressed rather ostentatiously (to her own evident mortification), she was doing her best to try not to stand out. Of course, stepping out into the open with blood-red power armor caused this attempt to fail miserably. She felt ridiculous! Why oh why had Shion talked her into showing up in full gear. She could hear her sister laughing at her now. Curse her and her laziness. Still, there were so few people here, maybe once she sat down, no one would notice her, yes, that would be for the best.
She made for the back rows, hoping to escape the sun when suddenly a thought occurred to her. What if the staff saw her sitting in the back and thought she was some kind of hooligan! No, no, that wouldn't do at all.
She made her way back to the front when something else occurred to her. What if her fellow students thought she was trying too hard and made fun of her! Then she would cry and Shion would try to hurt them and both of them would get in trouble before classes started!
After running up and down the rows in a panic a few times, she finally sat as squarely in the middle as she could, and prayed that no one saw that.

 

[Topless]

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7

So many hopefuls, so many potential, and among them is a pink-haired girl scrolling down pages of her good book, finding a verse to cure her nervousness. She sits under the shade, hiding herself from the rays of the dreaded sun. She doesn't want her skin to darken. This is Rose Maniaque, and anyone who is sitting right next to her may think that she is praying that things will be okay, thay she hoped that she can participate in the most anticipated events of history; the Flux Wars. This is the beginning of her story.​

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Narcisa Atumomanta​

Among the waves of students. A small female student with short dirty blonde hair makes her way to the ceremonial seats. The child was on schedule as she was guided by her guardian on her way in, although she entered alone. This one looked so foreign, if not, otherworldly. Her dark mocha skin and scent of desert plants stood out among the other students. In fact she was given looks because of her strange behavior or better yet, her look.

Narcisa Atumomanta, age 14, an adopted child of an archaeologist. This child was dressed in a brown and dirty white clothing. A hood raised over her head to hide her face, her sleeves clothed over her unseen hands, an old and worn black schoolgirl shoes that fits for a middle schooler. She seems unfazed by the looks of the other students as she felt no feeling of anxiety or judgement over her. Judging her behavior. She is lost in the crowd. The girl's sense of direction became confused as she tries to follow the flow of students. Everyone was grabbing their own seat. It only made her think that she must sit on the first unoccupied seat in front. That is what she did.

As the girl's heavy unfazed footsteps marched to the seats in front. Students were still looking at her. Any student who made eye contact will get a blank stare through the hood in return. She can be noticed from the distance as most students were shading themselves from the sunlight while she went against it. As she got in to the morning sun a short morning breeze blew towards the girl's direction. Her hood revealed her ceramic masked face. Which can send horror to some as one looks at the unpleasant looking mask. Two dark hollow eye holes were her soulless eyes glare. Slits on the lower face provides a breathable yet uncomfortable function. How does she even eat? The girl's details were now clear as she walks into the morning sunlight. Her slow pace of walking led her to the front seats were the sun shines to warm up those who are caught in it's light. She sat in front with little to no trouble caused like a little girl ordered to sit still. She sat still in the sun. Unfazed by the sun's heat and light. It was obvious that the girl grew up in a hot climate and environment. Her eye-holes stared into the teaching staff in front. More specifically the man in the striped suit. Her attention is focused to the man she remains seated still while her head locks onto the man everywhere he goes. Like a sunflower staring at the sun.

Fluxbauble (Indirect interaction)

 

[shadowstrikr25]

Among the faculty gathered on stage Locke dressed in a manner that certainly downplayed his position, with clothes that looked like they'd seen more of the world than he had. He sat there, reclined and relaxed, like being in the stadium was as natural for him as breathing. He spoke to his fellow instructor, calmly and slowly. "C'mon, Velt. Some of us actually like a good opening ceremony." His half-lidded eyes scanned the crowd, trying to memorize every face. These were, after all, the people they'd be instructing.

With a groan, he stretched out his muscles before continuing to lounge on his chair. "Can't wait to get to know these kids. Seems like just the other day we were in their place." There was a sigh as he tugged on his tattered scarf, soaking in nostalgia, before letting out a brief chuckle. "Ah, good times."

 

[underuninterested]

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Jeremy looked at the stadium with his usual disinterested gaze. The almost larger than life area was something he was used to after being a student at the high school for so long. The teen was fiddling with a palm-sized stress ball that was shaped like a panda, something that one of his older siblings had given to him who knows how long ago. The panda squishy was something that was so easy to carry around that it quickly grew into a habit.
The blonde-haired teen looked at the teachers that were standing on the grass but lost interest when he saw who it was. The students themselves were so clumped together he was barely able to see any distinct features of others and therefore couldn't find anyone interesting. He had no friends, having always been blunt it made people dislike him since they assumed he was just being rude on purpose. Either way, he made his way to some of the seats that were further up in the stadium, luckily he was able to find a good couple seats that were empty and he made himself comfortable in one of them.​

 

[Ayama]

Mokuzu Shio

Seventeen

Gay

Interceptor

Healer

Support

For the last couple years, Shio's life had revolved around developing and mastering his flux manipulation abilities, and Gaea Academy. His home life, such as it was, became even more of a sidenote, as he only returned to see his family during the holidays. This past summer he'd spent whiling away the hours with various random activities and mandatory family time, split between his father on the one hand and his mother, stepfather, and new baby brother on the other. Mio was quite cute and cuddly and babylike but, with all the attention he received from his adoring parents, Shio felt like he wasn't in need of more.

He looked forward to resuming his life at the Academy and was glad to pack up for returning there once the end of summer came. The day of his departure, his stepfather had already left for work and his mother stayed home because Mio was running a slight fever, so neither would be coming with him, which was neither unexpected nor new. When he left, his mother gave him a hug and told him to take care of himself, but was distracted by a wailing Mio waving tiny fists in her face, his purple with rage in one of those inexplicable tantrums babies tend to throw for no reason on a regular basis, just to make sure they're getting all the attention. As she tried to calm him down, she shoved a bag towards Shio with her free hand without looking at him. He took it and walked away with a feeling of mingled sadness and relief.

While in the train on his way back to the Academy, he took a look inside the bag. Apparently, his mother had been so distracted in packing snacks and sweets for him that morning that she'd simply stuffed them on top of what he assumed were promotional items given to her firm by one of the marketing companies they'd recently had a contract with. There were little stress balls in the shape of the company's logo, pens, magnets- even pieces of chocolate. Shio ate one of the snacks as he watched the city skyline flash by the train window and the rapidly approaching familiar silhouette of the Academy's trademark towers.

After arriving at the station and disembarking from the train, Shio made his way with the crowd to the rapidly filling auditorium where the chancellor would soon be making his famous welcoming speech. Shio looked for a free spot in the back, not expecting to see anyone he knew in this veritable sea of humanity, when he spotted an empty seat. Making his way over before it could fill up, he was surprised to see none other than Jeremy, his team's Interceptor. He sat down next to him, recognizing the familiar disinterested gaze and characteristic panda stress ball being repeatedly squished in his right hand- Jeremy wasn't a big fan of people, or crowds.

This attitude and other similarities meant that he and Shio had always gotten along fairly well. Neither was a man of many words, or much for small talk, conversation, or company, and both had a general disdain for manners and propriety, preferring to stick to the essentials and be (often) uncomfortably blunt. The two of them, along with Arild Alloway, had been on a team together for over a year now, and the three of them worked together well and were a force to be reckoned with in the Flux Wars.

Unfortunately, their previous Striker had graduated from the Academy the year before, and Shio hoped they would be able to find someone good to replace them with this year. If not, the team's standing and reputation would be affected.

Shio gave a brief nod straight ahead of him as he sat down, saying in lieu of greeting

"I was given this stuff this morning- want any of it?"

He opened the bag in Jeremy's reach so he could rifle through and pick out anything he liked, all the while watching the stage where the chancellor would soon be giving his speech. This should be starting soon, he thought.

Location:

Stadium

OOC:

What an awkward guy xD

With:

Jeremy

 

[underuninterested]

Interactions: Ayama (Shio)​

Jeremy had decided to pull out his phone instead of staring off into the crowd anymore. Internally he was just hoping that the speech would begin already so everyone would shut up because frankly, it was too loud. Regardless of that, he noticed that someone had started to approach him from the corner of his eye. Continuing to Squish his stress ball as he set his phone down, he was ready to start yelling at said person until he realized who it was. He didn't pick up his phone again, instead, he just squished his stress ball and watched the other approached. His interest was clearly visible on his face when the other opened his bag. Immediately he grabbed a few of the stress balls, along with a few of the snacks. He leaned back in his seat once he was finished.

"Thanks." He mumbled before eating one of the snacks. Jeremy had set his Panda stress ball in his lap in order to inspect the other stress balls. After a moment he let out a small huff before putting the new stress balls in his backpack as well as his panda stress ball, not wanting to lose it with the evergrowing crowd.
"Always so much annoying hassle at the beginning of the year." He grumbled.​