Realistic or Modern Victory Hall IC

[SomebodyElse]

The news came as a shock to the world. Public Broadcasts, News on the internet, it was everywhere. The Protectors, our world's most powerful team of heroes and Green City's most famous heroes were attacked. Half of it's members were dead including the most powerful man in the world "Victory Man". Other members alike were killed as well. Stormborne, Excelsior, Hornet and more were dead. The remaining surviving heroes were reportedly admitted to hospitals with the list of confirmed surviving heroes being made still. More than ever now the world needs new heroes. Our heroes in Green City are not enough. So it's up to the remaining heroes and Victory Hall to train new heroes.


Victory Hall

It's a new year at Victory Hall. Everyone is settling in. The shock of the world's greatest heroes is what most are talking about. However teenagers tend to find a way to look past everything and look towards the bright side.
Some heroes were finishing up work from the city while others were roaming campus on Victory Hall. Both Males and Females would be settling in their stuff at their respective dorms, and roommates were still to be assigned.


There was some free-time leeway considering it was mostly a day for students to roam freely and settle in. They could go out into the city and there were some talks of people hanging out or going on some crime-fighting sprees.

 

[noil]

Ava^{- - - wearing - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -}
Various academic materials lined the surface of the heavy oak table. It sat pressed close to one of the old stained glass windows of St. Claremond library making it an ideal location for a quiet day of study, and Ava Markoff was taking full advantage. Her brow furrowed slightly as she jotted down a line of notes in quick, precise strokes, the surface of the notebook full of much of the same. She’d always been a bit of a studyholic, but it had been amplified since coming to Victory Hall. She found organizing her thoughts into a neat and systematic format to be calming and reassuring, and in the hectic and often chaotic mess of young supers Ava sought that out quite a lot.

She was working on a report on the Metamorphosis at the moment, comparing first hand accounts from powered and unpowered individuals alike. She wanted to find some sort of common thread among the emergences, something that might provide insight into why the gifts chose some over others. It was proving to be a harder task than she’d expected when she’d started casually looking into it, in no small part obscured by the arrival of extraterrestrial and supernatural forces around the same time.

Those members of her family who were alive at the time never really talked about it either, aside from the occasional offhand mention of how it had affected their business ventures. Everyone just took it for granted these days. Accepting things without question had never set right with her and she was never one to back down from a challenge.

Ava pushed back from the study table and sighed, stretching her back against the slouch that threatened to encroach upon her posture. She glanced around the mostly empty library - most of the students and staff were only just settling in for the beginning of a new year. Maybe she should call it a day, this wasn’t really going anywhere anyway. She shot one last displeased glance at her notes before scooping the papers into her bag and beginning to gather up her materials from the space.

Raisa^{- - - wearing (center) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -}
“Mother! Fucking! Piece of! Shit!” The snarling words sounded out from the back of the arcade, punctuated by the unmistakable crunching sounds of a gaming cabinet meeting its maker.

The arcade attendant at the front desk grimaced, the cost of damages already flashing numbers in his head. He’d thought it would be a great idea putting this place near Victory Hall. A bunch of super kids would have plenty of disposable allowance to throw the way of an arcade, right? But now as the losses in repairs rapidly began outweighing anything he could bring in, he was regretting it deeply.

The figure that rounded the corner from the direction of the sounds was some measure smaller than most would expect, but the attendant had come to learn that size and appearances didn’t really matter when it came to supers. They played by different rules in more ways than one. The young teen grinned as she approached him, and he tried not to stare at the too-sharp teeth that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Your controls were broken,” Raisa said, dropping the said controls in a mangled tangle on the counter between them.

“Were?” He raised a brow at the mess of parts.

“Were broken,” Raisa insisted, “made me lose, now are more broken. So now you know and can fix them. I did you a favor, you’re welcome.”

She smiled at the attendant again and this time he couldn’t help the shudder that passed through him. There were times you could forget the supers weren’t the same as everyone else, when they seemed like just another human. Other times, something in your base instincts wouldn’t let you forget that there was danger there, lurking below the surface. This was one of those times.

 

[Mitheral]

Girl’s Dorms (Pool area)
James Fleming
Striker​

Present:
James Fleming aka Striker
Cheysula

James had made it a point to get a copy of the school rules. He was fully prepared to use it as a guide to “better” living at Victory Hall. He considered this place just one more boarding school for his parents to forget him at. His official background story was the usual, stolen from the origin story of Batman. You know, dead parents, raised by a butler, embellish as necessary. The truth? He so rarely ever saw his parents that they might as well have been dead. And when he did see them, it was never pleasant.

Dad wanted James to grow up to be just like him - professional athlete, royal marine. Mom took Dad’s side - whenever she was there - which was practically never. She was always off playing Doctors Without Borders. Then IT happened. He had begun to change inside. It was a gradual process. But it had become apparent that he was becoming something more than human. At first he thought that at last Dad might let him withdraw from sports. But that was not to be the case. Instead they had packed him off to Victory Hall. Instead of pursuing Art and Agriculture, he was going to get a crash course in Super Athletics.

That had brought him to his latest epiphany. The quickest way he could think of to get in trouble was to break the most obvious rules in the book. The one he had chosen wasn’t imaginative, but it did seem to offer the most fun. He was going to visit the girls - at the girls dorms. He was a little surprised that he wasn’t stopped as he approached. He was fairly certain that he had been spotted. But no-one warned him to go back. Were they waiting to catch him red handed?

Then he got to where the path crossed over the pool. That was where he received his surprise. A draconic head rose from the water to look him in the eyes. Cheysula. Nova’s pet dragon.

“You gotta be kidding me? A friggin’ dragon?” He grinned in spite of himself. Make that a moat, not a pond. “H-hi, Cheysula.”

The dragon warbled a greeting. She found the humorous thought pleasant.

James held up his sketch pad. “I’m just going to do some sketches of some of the ladies.” He started to take a step and a wing plopped across the path. “I won’t be long?”

Cheysula really didn’t understand the rule. But she did understand that boys weren’t allowed in the girl’s dorms. No-one had asked the dragon. She had just taken it upon herself to enforce the rule.

James sighed. He could TRY to get past the dragon, but the ensuing commotion would just get him caught. Of course, that was the point. But … “Fiiinne.”

Cheysula responded with a rumble.

So James decided to change tactics. He opened his sketch pad and got to work creating a portrait of Chesula. After a little bit the dragon started to get curious and began to crane her neck around to see what James was doing. James hunched over his work. Cheysula made an insistent warble.

“Okay, okay,” he turned the sketchpad to she could see.

Cheysula sniffed at the sketch pad that was offered to her. It smelled like wood. Her mood had been so poor that she hadn’t been eating enough lately. But James’ friendly thoughts had made her relax a little - which improved her appetite a little.

The sketch pad vanished in one bite.

“Hey!” James’ jaw dropped. Oh yeah, that other word of warning he had seen. He had forgotten about that. It said: The Dragon ate my homework is not a valid excuse.

 

[Mitheral]

Girl’s Dorms - Elektra’s Room
Elektra Maize
Webmistress​

Present:
Elektra Maize aka Webmistress

Elektra kept a small half filled with what most people would call rabbit food. Truth was, that limited her personal supplies to foods that her pet Iguana, Dude, could eat. This mainly meant calcium rich plants: collard greens, beet greens, mustard greens, turnip greens, alfalfa hay, bok choy, kale, parsley, Swiss chard, romaine, kohlrabi, escarole, and dandelion. One of his favorite treats was a banana. She kept a complete list of Do's and Don’ts. She was very protective of the “little” guy.

She had pulled out a small chopping board and prepared a serving of Dude Food, a blend she knew he loved - along with a tiny saucer (from a little girl’s tea party set) of pieces of banana. Variety was the spice of life as they say.

“Bon Appetit, Dude.” she smiled as he hopped up and down, his mouth open expectantly, then attacked the banana first. “Dude, desert is supposed to be last!” But she always doted on the guy. And it was exactly why she was careful not to overdo it with the banana serving.

She backed off and scooted over in her chair closer to her desk. She was one of the new arrivals. She had wasted no time in making herself at home. Matrix had created a hammock for her. He was a Pattern spider the size of a human. She had originally tried to get the thing to stay under her bed back home. But that had just created a problem with her family when her little brother had snuck into her room to “borrow” something. Elektra had returned home to find her little brother cocooned. Served him right. He wasn’t physically harmed, but was probably still suffering nightmares. It had been the final straw and the impetus that made her family send her to Victory Hall.

Here in her new home Elektra had three places for Matrix to stay. She had disassembled the bed and had Matrix web it to the wall to make room for the hammock. With no bed to stay under the Pattern spider either stayed in the closet (bad idea if she got a roommate) or in her hope chest.

Zero and One, her Net spiders just stayed in her laptop, sometimes eerily crawling out of the keyboard and merging back into it, and in her silver Porsche Spyder 918. The car had been a gift for her Sweet 16 birthday. She wished that it wasn’t just her parents’ way of showing off their money - and a bribe for sending her away to boarding school. Keeping one of her Net spiders there kept her in contact with it.

With Dude happily munching away on his meal she grabbed her laptop headed out. She wanted to do a little shopping.

 

[pictures of the stars]

Adelia had always been a quiet child, so it was no shock that she was now leaning against the side wall of the girls dorms alone while examining something she had found on the side of the road. The metal object appeared to be unopenable, however she was sure she could find some way to pry it loose. She decided that she would deal with that later, for now she had to figure out where in the world she was going. She was a junior this year. It would've been more exciting if she didn't have work to do.

They walked to the front, her little bit of luggage trailing behind her as eyed the building up and down. While the dromatory had provided a place to sleep for three years, Adeila had somehow never gotten used to it. It might've been because she still somehow didn't really know anyone. While sure she had chatted with a few people, they hadn't made a powerful bond in years. The only thing she missed about the lab, the people she spent her whole childhood with, gone forever in a night. Maybe no place would feel like home if she didn't have people like that in her life.
Or maybe it was because they weren't a girl. It was probably impossible to know for certain, but she had just accepted it at this point. It was probably better then the guys dorms anyways.

It was probably best she found her new dorm room soon. She had... business to attend to in a few hours. A very important meeting with a very important person. Everything with her plans had been messed up after all those heros died, she couldn't miss a single opportunity if she wanted to get things back on track. Then again, she did still have a little while before she had to go.

With a new sort of strange hope, she cut off her train of thought with a single thought. 'At least my roommates are nice this year.'

 

[N-On-E-Mus]

Keethan Joglo
//
ParadoX
Arcade
noil |Raisa|
​

Keethan walked to school, not particularly in a rush. Viren had just once again had been going over his plan, which he had to admit, he had put quite a lot of thought into it. Though with a few errors that he would smooth out in the execution, not bad. He sipped a small coffee that he had bought on the way. Finally, he saw the campus in view. He stopped for a minute as he observed it. It was decently sized, with multiple facilities. As he continued walking, he wondered what type of people would be at the school. A wide variety surely, but of what sorts? He continued to walk towards the school as he thought about it.

He started to pass by an arcade, when he heard someone yelling from inside. He checked the time on his phone, he still had a while before school started, and it wasn't a far distance from the arcade. He entered quietly, opening the door slowly, and holding it so that it closed silently. He looked around. It had just occurred to him that this was his first time in an arcade of this world. He had seen a few on TV on this world, but thats it. He looked around, and as he gently brushed the controls as he walked by one. It was a bit more . . . Archaic than he would of thought.

He heard more noises from the back. He walked forward a bit as he saw a girl arguing with an adult. Well, it more looked like she was intimidating him, which was working quite well. Well this is entertaining. He sipped a little more coffee as he watched their exchange, and leaned a bit against an arcade machine.

 

[Gaius Danius Griinia]

Solo

Adam's fist collided with the hard bark of the tree with a thud. He'd been at this for an hour now. Although he'd much rather have been anywhere else. There was no good in dodging a daily quest. Sometimes the notification noise gave him PTSD. However he had to do this if he wanted to get stronger. No doubt some of his schoolmates were looking at him funny. Adam honestly couldn't blame them. His [System] worked in ways that made no sense to him. All he knew was that attempting to dodge his daily quests resulted in a penalty. Sometimes it lowered his stats, other times it forced him into a separate dimensional space. So he'd learned to just obey whatever it said to do. Looking on at the battered tree, Adam began to reminisce. At first he only got a single quest, which comprised of a 100 situps, pushups, and squats followed by a 6.2-mile (10-km) run. Adam had failed so many times to reach that when he started. Then he got better over time. Now it was just an incredibly annoying workout routine that he had to do every day. Then when he started gaining [Skills]. He began getting quests centered around leveling those skills up. "Status" said Adam as he decided to look over his progress.

Spoiler: Status

Strength: 30	Martial Arts: Level 5
Intelligence: 25	Athletics: Level 4
Wisdom: 20	Swordsmanship: Level 3
Vitality: 20	Investigation: Level 2
Agility: 20	Appraisal: Level 1
Luck: 20	XP Until Next Level: 10000

All Adam could do was sigh. His [Martial Arts] hadn't even leveled up. Which meant he was punching this tree for pretty much no reason whatsoever. Plus there was the whole 10000 XP until he next level thing. He was currently Level 10. Which was a pretty good sign of his progress given that he was only Level 1 a mere month ago. After he was practically cursed by that old wizard. Adam could only keep moving forward. Originally he was pretty stumped on where to put his points. At first he just distributed his ten points per level pretty evenly. Then when he kept finding himself in more dangerous situations. Adam had elected to pump up his [Strength] and [Intelligence] more. Which was how he was dishing heavy damage into this tree while remaining completely focused. He was sure that he was somewhere between heavyweight boxer and steroid junky in terms of power right now. However he knew it wouldn't be enough if he wanted to make it in this world without dying. With the death of so many heroes recently. Things were going to get a lot more unstable. So Adam knew he had to get much stronger as fast as he could. With a final blow to the trunk of the tree. Adam was able to punch deep into the wood. Wiping his brow and clicking his neck. He got a notification.

[Daily Quest Complete: Morning Wood Bashing]

 

[Miserable Alchemist]

Taylor Bright
St. Claremond library
​

Ever the diligent student, Taylor spent most of the early part of the day pre-reading the various textbooks he'd picked up for his classes. Partially simply because it worked for him, but also in part because he did actually enjoy learning new things. Not everything he learned was particularly useful, but in much the same way plenty of hobbies varied in practical application, that didn't really matter to him. This habit had become a matter of course for him at this time of year, so it didn't take him long to finish. After stretching his arms up above his head and letting out a big yawn, Taylor finally stood up from the desk he'd taken at St. Claremond library.

It wasn't terribly crowded of course, given most students were settling into their dorms or goofing off before school. Back in his first year Taylor had thought about setting up his dorm first as well, but decided that since roommates hadn't been decided yet there wasn't much point. Things sometimes ended up getting rearranged once there were two people in a room, after all. He'd made a habit of just asking the librarian to look after his stuff. With his ability, moving stuff around and going back and forth between places wasn't much of a problem anyway.

In any case, now that he'd finished his pre-reading, there wasn't much reason to stick around. Taylor took a look around the library for a bit before noticing someone hanging around as well. For the most part, people only came through the library at this time to pick up books they'd forgotten or something, so it was rare to see someone else seated in a desk. May as well pay them a visit. He put a hand on his books, and with a small "swoosh" sound they vanished, teleported directly into his backpack. Then with another "swoosh" sound, he vanished.

Then he reappeared next to the girl with brown hair he'd seen. He waved with one hand, while twirling some of his long blonde hair absentmindedly with the other. "Heya! Don't usually see a lot of people here," he said with a small laugh. "Studying before the year starts? Oh, and I'm Taylor by the way." He extended his hand for a handshake, still smiling as usual.

noil (Ava)

 

[Mitheral]

St Claremond Library
Janice Mueller
Ricochet ​

Janice’s room was pretty much devoid of décor. She laid on her bed looking at how spartan her living area was. Doing so reminded her of the weight of her situation and just how close she had come to becoming an enemy of the students who walked these halls. She still wasn’t out of the woods as she had made enemies to buy her way out of a life of crime. The only reason they weren’t actively hunting her was that there was nothing to be gained from it except revenge. Quite frankly, the damage was done.

Spoiler: ”The Past”

She could barely fathom the number of lives that had been at stake. Billions, she had been told. The generic samples taken from her younger brother, Jake, could have been used to create a super virus. Fortunately, those had been destroyed along with the Professor’s base. That hadn’t stopped him from using samples taken from her to create Plastoids.

The Professor had been the one who had bought her debt to the loan sharks that her parents had accrued and she had later added to. In exchange for pulling her out of the sewer of human trafficking he had begun sending her on jobs as a cat burglar. Theft was far more profitable. In the past she had augmented her income by taking jobs from her fence. Her specialty had been stealing things that were considered inaccessible that the victims couldn’t report stolen. The Professor had been giving her jobs of increasing difficulty to test her abilities. He had been impressed - and said as much in front of his whole team - calling her the one person who never failed him. That didn’t make her feel any better. And it only served to antagonize the others against her.

Her last job had been to steal some sort of Christmas ornament, replacing it with a fake, from a boss of the Russian mafia. She had found the egg shaped ornament beautiful and decided not to replace it, but kept both. She had wanted something for her little Xmas tree, a surprise for Jake. Instead of handing over the real Egg, she had handed the Professor the fake. It was so good that he never bothered to check it. Instead he crushed it in front of his whole team. Again, just a test of her abilities.

Before her meeting she had run into her old pimp, who had been angry about losing her. The guy had demanded she pay him and find him some replacements. The guy had been angry enough to clock her in the cheek hard enough to leave a bruise (if she had been a normal human. She had had to fake the bruise). A local superhero had seen the incident and intervened. That had been the beginning of the end of her life of misery.

The hero had a friend who was rich. She had paid off Janice’s debt to the Professor and identified the Egg as a lost Imperial Faberge Egg worth about $100 million. Janice didn’t really want the money - not that much. She preferred to return it to where it belonged, Russia. She worked out a deal to cover her debt to the heroes and get medical help for her brother. Thus began her new life.

Nova’s people had a device called an auric intensifier that helped a person heal themselves faster. The device had greatly sped up Jake’s recovery from his immune deficiency syndrome and his metamorphosis into a metahuman with abilities similar to Janice’s.

Janice had once made a promise that once Jake had recovered from his medical problems she would do whatever she could to go back and get her GED. She had dropped out of school when she was 15. But here she was now, getting ready to go back to school. A promise was a promise. For once she saw a light at the end of the tunnel, a chance to pursue a medical career. Her first goal was to become a nurse. But if she could find a way, she wanted to go into pediatrics.

So here she was at the Library. Truth was, she had been getting the feeling of being imprisoned while sitting at the desk in her room. She was getting panicky about school and more than a little sensitive about her age. Legally she was an adult now. To the other students she probaby looked like a senior. She should have graduated last June. But odds were that it would take her another couple years to finish high school unless she glossed over the stuff she didn’t need for the GED.

So here she was, trying to concentrate on reading the Cliff notes version of World Geography. Not exactly eye opener material. Then she heard the sounds of some boy introducing himself - to a girl, of course. Considering the section of the Library that the girl had been using, Janice had a feeling the boy was in for an uphill battle. However, she had seen harder battles won. Her own brother, Jake, had already won such a battle, scoring a win with a girl who was way ‘out of his league.’ She smiled to herself. The teleporter could have taken charm lessons from her little brother.

Ava noil
Taylor Miserable Alchemist

(No need to respond, just tagged as we are in the same area. Was working on this last night when you posted.)

 

[SomebodyElse]

Troy Simmons

leaving field


Things were different now. The fact that his own father was dead hurt more than anything. Ever since he was a kid he believed that nobody could stop his father. In a way everyone expected Victory-man to be invincible. To his close friends people called him Thomas Simmons. To troy he was simply Dad.

He honestly didn't know what to think now. He felt like things were changing for the worse. Villains might take the fact that the heroes were vurnerable as a chance to attack Green City more now.
Here he was at the field kicking footballs from one side of the field to the other field goal. He was always usually on the football team at Victory Hall so he wanted to tryout for this year too when the chance came but he just felt empty right now. Perhaps a visit to the city might clear his head. Perhaps a downtown visit or a visit to Sherbert's Ice Cream Parlor might be nice.

He sighed picking up his backpack and putting it over his shoulder. He grabbed the football and put it in on his backpack behind his back. He stood up walking away. Maybe some people might wanna join him for some city-venturing.

 

[SomebodyElse]

Piper was too busy getting high and blasting music to really care about anything. Sure she could go around and try to hit up some conversations but it really wasn't something she felt like doing and she was too zoned out to properly form too many sentences anyways.
Hopefully nobody would be bothered enough to make any noise complaints although Piper doubted she would be able to hear anyone even if they did knock on her door. Plus it was just better to enjoy being in a room by herself before they rearranged everyone and she was given a roommate.

She laid relaxed on her bed blowing rings of smoke. The room itself wasn't half bad. A couple bunk beds and some desks. She did see a common room that connected a few hallways of female dormrooms and from what she had heard the guys weren't allowed over by this dorm.

The idea of being a superhero was abit strange to her. She did have a superhero name but she didn't really fight crime too much..

 

[noil]

Ava^{- - - Miserable Alchemist - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -}
Ava startled, fumbling the autobiography she had been gathering into her pile as a boy appeared next to her with a small sound of air. The book thudded to the ground and she shot her classmate an unimpressed look before crouching to retrieve it. She recognized his cheery face from some of their shared classes from previous years, but couldn't put her finger on a name so was quietly grateful for his introduction in spite of things. His powers had something to do with energy manipulation, she thought, though how teleportation figured into that she didn't know.

"Hello Taylor," she returned the greeting as she straightened, unenthused, the retrieved book in hand. She shifted it to her left to briefly meet his offered shake, "Ava."

Why did people always assume that her being alone was somehow an invitation to come talk to her, and in a library of all places, not exactly the pinnacle of social spaces. Ah yes, a person who has sought out a silent calm to become absorbed in study, a perfect cry for conversation. Although, if he was here taking advantage of the free time to get a head start on the academic year he couldn't be a complete idiot. Ava finished gathering her things into a neat stack and turned to Taylor.

"Did you need something?"

Raisa^{- - - N-On-E-Mus - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -}
The grin on Raisa's face slipped a bit as the strong smell of coffee bit her nose, wafting in from the direction of the arcade's entrance. It didn't fail to slam its way back onto her countenance, though, when she looked that way and saw the person who had entered. The sounds from the various cabinets must have covered up the sound of his entry, and the bitter smell from his drink was doing its best to cover up his scent, but she knew a fellow teen when she saw one, and just enough was getting through that she could tell his scent wasn't quite human. A fellow student at her new school, maybe.

Raisa pushed herself dramatically away from the arcade counter and fully pivoted to face the newcomer. The term was just beginning, and she had yet to meet any of the other students she would be attending this "victory" place with. He looked older than her. An upperclassman probably, but still. No use wasting time getting to know some peers. Behind her, the attendant looked visibly relieved that her attention had turned elsewhere.

"Hellooo~" Raisa started toward the guy, jerking a thumb over her shoulder back in the direction of the deceased game, "You agree, right? you wouldn't want to play a game whose controls don't do what you tell them, yeah?"

 

[FiveElemental]

Dylan
August 20th, 2021
5:30 A.M​

A loud alarm went off, and was immediately turned off. A peach-browned hair boy stretched out and hopped out of bed with a solid pep in his every step. He always began his morning ritual with a nice, cold, drink of water. To refresh him from the daily dehydration sleep brings about, next was his favorite part. Figuring out breakfast! He opened his fridge and examined the contents.

"Hmm... not much to work, just bits and bobs from the Garden Club, eggs, a little bit of bacon, ah! My handmade mozzarella cheese, some milk..." As a flash of inspiration hit him. "This will do just fine!!" Picking our a few eggs, the thicker slices of bacon, an onion, a long cucumber, a small wheel of mozzarella cheese, assorted mesclun, some red-leaf lettuce, and a few slices of ham. As he began arranging his ingredients neatly.

As in an instant, the onion was peeled, and finely chopped, the bacon was sliced up, the bellpepper was preped and processed and the mozzarella cheese was diced. Pulling out a skillet, he drizzling the pan with a spoonful of olive oil, as he pushed in sliced bacon, the diced up onions, and the finely chopped up bellpepper as Dylan cranked up the heat as he sautéd them together, after the ingredients became tender, he killed the heat and removed it from the pathetic, as he grabbed the eggs, cracking it open, and started whisking it with the mozzarella cheese, and the sauté, as he seasoning it with tasting salt and pepper. Next, he slowly poured the mixture into the skillet, and stirred and arranged it evenly into shape, as he carefully listened to when the egg cooking was ready...

"Now!" As he flipped the fritters with immense skill and precision, as to not overcook one side of the frittata. As he let it cook for a bit more, as he took it off the pan and onto the chopping board. Quickly slicing the frittata into even wedges, as he began to prepare the salad, pulling apart the leafs and greens and placing it into a bowl, then he sliced cucumbers to place onto the salad, and topped it with sliced tomatoes, next he mixed up a handmade dressing from mustard powder, honey, balsamic vinegar and extra virgin olive oil, whisking it until homogeneous.

For the finishing touches, he placed the frittata wedges into the salad, as Dylan drizzled the homemade balsamic vinegar dressing. And sprinkled it with parmesian cheese. Smiling at the beautiful presented dish in front of him.

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As he began to dig in, he enjoyed the spectacular tasting, hearty breakfast salad in front of him, the balsamic vinaigrette dressing clinging into the lettuce leaves and egg created a unique flavor and texture, the sharp, and zingy flavor of the dressing paired well with the parmesian cheese, and egg. The lettuce giving the whole dish a crisp texture, allowing it to heighten the dish go a whole new level.

Dylan polished off the dish without any effort, as his morale and physical energy for the day was refreshed. As he continued on with his morning ritual.

7:30 A.M
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As he finished up tending to his small terrace garden of specialized spices herbs, small vegetables and fruits, a tedious, but fulfilling task. He decided on go out, and get some grocery shopping done before class starts up again. Picking up his sales and coupons booklet, he headed out of the Male dormitory, and got on his bike. Ready to start his day. Pulling out a notebook. "Let's see... grocery shopping, stop by the post office, oh right, should turn in that book before the fine kicks in, and then get to the cafeteria." Dylan sighed. "Criminal Activity is going to go up like crazy, probably already is going up... absolute power can never be trusted in one person. Especially powers given to people on a whim... even if the power is given to the nicest person possible, all it does is create a power gap and if they die... yeah..." He quickly smacked his hand with his other, quickly snapping him out of his trance, and shook his head. "Even if you don't deserve your powers, you still have them, so all you can do is to do good." As he began riding off.

 

[Mitheral]

Pool Area (south bridge)​

Present:
Elektra Maize
James Fleming

As Elektra headed down the hall and out the door she heard a shriek of horror behind her. She closed her eyes and winced. Then she turned to see Matrix, her huge pattern spider, following her. The thing was agitated having turned to deal with the ‘menace’ that had opened a door to one side of the Hall.

“Matrix! No!” Elektra shouted. “Mmmatriiiixxx? Room. Go. And no wrapping up my roommate if I get one - unless she bothers my half of the room.” She snorted a laugh. Then she added, and no, you can’t wrap up Dude. Dude has access. Keep him in his terrarium. Go now. Back to my room.”

The pattern spider simply dematerialized. It would rematerialize in her room. There it would stay until called. But leaving the spider there would save a lot of explaining and prevent all sorts of panic. She could just imagine the look on an officer’s face when he tried to write her a speeding ticket and saw Matrix in the passenger seat. Yeah, that would go over well. A smile creeped over her face as she considered it, but thought better of it.

When she stepped out of the south entrance Elektra spotted the scene with James Fleming and Cheysula. She couldn’t help but smile as she saw the dragon eat the book that James offered to it. Well, paper was essentially vegetable as far as the dragon was concerned. It wasn’t as though the warning wasn’t in the Student Guide. She shook her head and headed that way. Cheysula would find a way to let her by without letting the jock in.

As she approached Cheysula rumbled. James smirked. Now what was the dragon going to do? She would have to move aside for the girl to leave. He sidestepped a little, getting redy to take advantage of the opening when it happened. Then … Cheysula raised a claw and brought it straight down on him. She … stepped on him. He was pinned under the massive paw. Try as he might, he couldn't make the claw move. If Cheysula had wanted to rip him apart she could at any moment. He watched helplessly as Elektra walked by.

“Hi,” he wheezed at Elektra.

"That’s the wrong way,” Elektra nodded at the Girls’ dorms.

“I know; that’s the idea,” James responded.

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[pictures of the stars]

Adelia Hale Brooks

Girls dorms/pool area
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On her way inside, Adeila glanced to the side to see a boy she vaguely recognized being trampled by a dragon. They honestly weren't even surprised anymore. She had learned to get used to it after a few years at Victory Hall. However, one question she did have was pertaining to the fact that this man was in the area of the girls dorms which definitely wasn't allowed.

In that moment, Adeila decided that they wanted to be social that day. Walking up to the near-murder scene in front of her, she put on the least confused face they could pull and pulled all her courage from the depths in front of her. She dealt with much more important people every day, however this was somehow worse. Why did she decide to do this again? Oh well, it was too late.

"You seem to be in quite the predicament." They commented after examining the boy, their slightly deep, kind of monotone voice leaving a small little wave in the sound. "Care to explain why you're over here, buddy?"

 

[Mitheral]

Pool Area (south bridge)​

Present:
James Fleming (Mitheral)
Elektra Maize (Mitheral)
Adelia Brooks (pictures of the stars)

James grinned, though he felt the dragon shift uncomfortably away from the second girl to arrive. He understood what that meant. The dragon was an empath. In that instant he had an epiphany. If Cheysula had been a pet to anyone without the pacifist nature of Nova, this encounter would have gone very differently.

He sighed, his British becoming slightly thicker. “Well, the school map is a little off. It says that it is a pool. The truth is far uglier. It’s a MOAT. No mention of a dragon.” He tried to lift a toe, but it tightened down just to let him know how one sided a fight would be. He looked at the second girl. “As I was explaining to Elektra here, I KNOW it’s the wrong way. That was the point. IK came here to do some sketches. I was hoping I could get some of you to model for me.” He waggled his eyebrows, then chuckled. “No not THAT kind of modelling - not that I would mind. But it isn’t happening now - not after the dragon ate my homework.

“I was also hoping to see what trouble I could get through. They gave me a whole handbook of rules to break. I plan to break as many as I can. Yes, I am trying to get kicked out.” He patted the dragon’s toe. “Cheysula? Ya mind?” He chuckled again. The dragon finally relented and let him up.

“Elektra Maize and Adelia Brooks. James Fleming.” He was about to continue what Cheysula rumbled. “Oh … right. And Cheysula. Can’t forget Cheysula.” He leaned into the beast and slapped her upper torso affectionately and leaned against her thinking warm thoughts. The dragon warbled back. “She’s an empath. I think Nova made this her home. Cheysula must have gotten it into her head that she was supposed to protect the Girls’ dorms. Probably saw a few of my predecessors try to sneak past or get caught.

“So this plan is a bust. What is everyone up to?” he asked.

Elektra shrugged. “Just going shopping. Need some clothes.”

“Huh, I need some more sketch pads. Adelia?”

“Uhm … my car only has room for one passenger,” Elektra pointed out.

“I have, uhm, a limo. I lead sort of a Bruce Wayne life,” James informed them.

pictures of the stars
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[Xen6n]

Vincent Vaughn
St. Claremond Library
​

The air sent a chill down Vincent's spine as he made his way onto the Victory Hall campus, just coming from a cafe he usually goes to. Although the air brisk the sun was shining brightly above helping to guide his far from gloomy journey to the St. Claremond library. Today was just an ordinary excursion to the library but, he was carrying the Book of Vishanti under his arm while holding a cup of black coffee in his hand. He quickly dunked down the last bit of the coffee before entering the llibrary because the librarian can sometimes be a bitch about having food in her library.

Pulling on those heavy glass doors to enter; he immediately felt surrounded by a sense of comfort and nostalgia. Endless shelves of books reach to the ceiling, cover the walls, and scatter throughout the entire library. The scenery really reminded him of home in Tibet, where he would bury himself in historical records and magical tomes. Computers with bright screens and hardworking students typing away fill the atmospheres silence while there were other students sitting on dark oak wood tables that sat across the library. Scanning his eyes through the library to find an empty table, his eyes caught a familiar duo conversing on a table near the window of the library, he would walk up to meet them but he decided against it, thinking he wouldn't want to bother them. Finding a table and a seat not too far from them he rested down the Book of the Vishanti on the table with a thud he turned behind him to the book shelves, he was intending to read through the Book of Vishanti because he hasn't given much thought of looking over seeing he recently got it from his mentor during the vacation. Getting up, he slowly walked over to an aisle and grabbed a fantasy book he was reading before and sat back down setting aside the magical tome. Normally, Vincent would be wearing a blue robe, which would earn him some stares, but he dumped that habit after staying a year in Victory Hall and would only wear it when he's in his dorm. Right now he's just wearing casual apparel to fit in the crowd, not that he cared really, he just didnt like the unwanted attention.

 

[Miserable Alchemist]

Taylor Bright
St. Claremond library
​

"Ahaha, nope, not really," Taylor replied, shaking his head. "Since it looked like you were about done here too, I just thought I'd say hi!" Though he was the one who'd started the conversation, he hadn't really had anything in mind past the greetings. He just generally enjoyed the company of people, and thus also enjoyed small talk.

However, he still wasn't really the type to interrupt people. Not intentionally at least. Ava had looked like she was about to leave since she was gathering her things, but the two other somewhat close-by people he'd noticed weren't quite in the same boat. Both appeared to still be reading something or other. He wasn't sure what, but it didn't really matter. As someone who studied pretty often himself, he could understand that much at least.

"I finished up some early studying and was thinking of going out on the town with what was left of the day. You know, kinda chill before things get serious. Maybe grab some new clothes, or grab a bite to eat. Not sure yet though," Taylor shrugged, though if he were to be honest even when the school year got started he was usually pretty relaxed. "Oh, right, were you actually done though? Didn't mean to interrupt you if you were just getting out another book or something."

noil (Ava)

Xen6n
Mitheral (Janice)
(since you guys are in the area)

 

[Miserable Alchemist]

Frederica Varon
Sherbert's Ice Cream Parlor
​

"Welcome to Sherbert's, what would you like?" some employee greeted Frederica as she walked in. "Just chocolate. Small. Cup," she ordered tersely without waiting to be asked each question individually. She didn't come here to talk to random employees after all. If she could just get her order in and be done with it, that would be good with her. Her ice cream was done before long, and she took it and sat down at a small circular table by herself.

She poked at her ice cream with her spoon, eating it pretty slowly. It wasn't like it was on purpose or anything; she was a slow eater by nature. That didn't mean the ice cream wasn't good. To the contrary, this place was actually frequented by her rather often. Although, she hadn't been here since the incapacitation of The Protectors. Her mother used to take her here when she did well at school, or played nicely with the other kids. Of course, that wasn't exactly going to be happening anymore since her mother had been a part of The Protectors.

So now, Frederica was going to become a superhero. It was the start of a new school and a new...career path, if one called it such. She came here for the first time in a while to relax and keep her mind off of things before school started for real. With a small sigh, she took another bite of her ice cream.

 

[FiveElemental]

Dylan
August 20th, 2021
10:30 A.M
St. Claremond library
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Getting his errands done was a breeze, all he had left to do was turn in the library book he borrowed. "The Myth of the Pomegranate" By Gabriel Heche, a historical thesis on the idolization of fruits, and specifically on the pomegranate in ancient Greece, and biblical representation as he thought out loud. "Mmm... well this certainly gave me alot a lot of ideas for pomegranate recipes, especially since the school got their logistics extremly messed up and sent us ALOT of pomegranates." He chuckled quietly for a bit at the absurdity of the screw up. "Thankfully we had enough storage, but it's not gonna last for long..." He said, as he entered the library, depositing the book in the book return, and started to search for another book that peeked his interest. His browsing the rows of books, was cut short by a small outburst by a excitable, blonde, long-haired boy, towards a slightly annoyed, short, brown haired girl. As fun as it was, human watching, he felt he should step in before the blonde guy was kicked out of the library.
"Hey friend, I'd really appreciate it if you lowered your voice bit." He smiled at the energetic lad. "I know knowledge can be really exciting but, we gotta keep our excitement down in the library yah know?" He requested politely.

Miserable Alchemist (Taylor)
noil (Ava)

 

[noil]

Ava^{- - - Miserable Alchemist - FiveElemental - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -}
"Are you trying to ask if I would like to go in to town with you?" Ava raised an eyebrow slightly at what to her ears sounded like rambling.

Green City was... it was alright. A bit small-town for her liking. Ava didn't typically linger about its streets, instead spend most of her free time on campus. There was a nice coffee shop downtown she would venture to when things started to feel a bit stifling at the school. A change of scenery was good for mental stimulation. That and she didn't want to become totally disconnected from the world at large by holing up on school grounds. She wasn't a hermit, she was just focused.

Ava made a small twisting motion with her hand in the direction of her stack of books and they responded with a small waver before conceding to drift lazily upwards. She glanced over toward the nearby book return cart before giving the buoyant stack a gentle nudge in its direction. The books drifted across the room, then thudded to rest on the cart when Ava twisted her hand back the other direction.

She was about to respond to the implied invitation, when they were approached by another boy. She rolled her eyes at his assumption of the role of quiet zone enforcer.

"Normally I'd agree with you, but it's not like there's really anyone here."

 

[Mitheral]

St Claremond Library
Janice Mueller
Ricochet​

Janice wanted to bounce her forehead off the table. Her eyes were going bleary from studying. Truth was, she was pushing. She had been warned about pushing too hard. One couldn’t make up for a few lost years overnight. But she felt so far behind students who were still years her junior. The brief interuption by the other students had broken her concentration. The subjectively louder voice was the Noise Gestapo. She smiled at the thought. Dylan was a name she knew - largely because of his reputation for tasty food. Jake had visited and his stomach started growling nonstop. He had hit that age when he had become a bottomless pit. Janice couldn’t help but smile at the fond memory of seeing Jake’s neck constantly stretched as much as he thought he could get away with without being noticed. He never did track Dylan down.

Janice gathered her things to head out. She needed a break. Thing of it was that this wasn’t her neck of the woods. Her stomping grounds had been the Burroughs. Green City was nowhere. It felt … exposed, dangerous.

"Normally I'd agree with you, but it's not like there's really anyone here,” Ava was saying.

Janice had been heading out past them and gave Ava a glance. But she smiled. “Excuse me. Nobody. Passing by.” She snickered. “I needed the break anyway. I think I just read the same paragraph a dozen times. World Geography. Yuck. Only reason I know ANY geography at all is the Animaniacs song. My little brother was always listening to it and wanted me to sing it. Never thought it would come in handy.”

noil
FiveElemental
Miserable Alchemist

 

[Xen6n]

Vincent Vaughn
St. Claremond Library
​

Vincent overheard the conversation between the group and was interested to say the least. He never really had enough time for himself to physically explore Green City, he would often use Astral Projection to fly around the city at midnight to enjoy the urban scenery. And besides, he rarely socialize with other people in this school so this is a great opportunity to make some friends rather than burying himself in books all the time.

So closing the book he was reading and putting it back on the shelf he head towards the group and tried to make himself approachable as possible with a small smile plastered on his face.

"Hey, apologize for the intrusion but I heard you guys were going to the Green City and would like to know if you have room for one more?"

Vincent hoped he didn't come across as a creep or anything. His red eyes give him a mysterious visage that usually turns off people. Most, if not everyone in Victory Hall doesn't know his actual powers, he would be surprised if anyone guessed close to his actual abilities. Most often whenever he uses his abilities in public, he often non-verbally invokes Lantarr (An Extra-Dimensional entity known for its creation of Neutral Magic; Also known as gray magic. The magic that allows the user not for beneficial purposes or malefic reasons but a mixture of both) to conjure extradimensional constructs associated with Lantarr such as Tao Mandalas, the Lasso of Lantarr and other spell constructs as well.

Spoiler: Tao Mandalas

Spoiler: Lasso of Lantarr

Spoiler: Other spell constructs

noil
FiveElemental
Miserable Alchemist
Mitheral

 

[N-On-E-Mus]

Ava^{- - - Miserable Alchemist - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -}
Ava startled, fumbling the autobiography she had been gathering into her pile as a boy appeared next to her with a small sound of air. The book thudded to the ground and she shot her classmate an unimpressed look before crouching to retrieve it. She recognized his cheery face from some of their shared classes from previous years, but couldn't put her finger on a name so was quietly grateful for his introduction in spite of things. His powers had something to do with energy manipulation, she thought, though how teleportation figured into that she didn't know.

"Hello Taylor," she returned the greeting as she straightened, unenthused, the retrieved book in hand. She shifted it to her left to briefly meet his offered shake, "Ava."

Why did people always assume that her being alone was somehow an invitation to come talk to her, and in a library of all places, not exactly the pinnacle of social spaces. Ah yes, a person who has sought out a silent calm to become absorbed in study, a perfect cry for conversation. Although, if he was here taking advantage of the free time to get a head start on the academic year he couldn't be a complete idiot. Ava finished gathering her things into a neat stack and turned to Taylor.

"Did you need something?"

Raisa^{- - - N-On-E-Mus - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -}
The grin on Raisa's face slipped a bit as the strong smell of coffee bit her nose, wafting in from the direction of the arcade's entrance. It didn't fail to slam its way back onto her countenance, though, when she looked that way and saw the person who had entered. The sounds from the various cabinets must have covered up the sound of his entry, and the bitter smell from his drink was doing its best to cover up his scent, but she knew a fellow teen when she saw one, and just enough was getting through that she could tell his scent wasn't quite human. A fellow student at her new school, maybe.

Raisa pushed herself dramatically away from the arcade counter and fully pivoted to face the newcomer. The term was just beginning, and she had yet to meet any of the other students she would be attending this "victory" place with. He looked older than her. An upperclassman probably, but still. No use wasting time getting to know some peers. Behind her, the attendant looked visibly relieved that her attention had turned elsewhere.

"Hellooo~" Raisa started toward the guy, jerking a thumb over her shoulder back in the direction of the deceased game, "You agree, right? you wouldn't want to play a game whose controls don't do what you tell them, yeah?"

Keethan Joglo
//
ParadoX
noil |Raisa|
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Keethan looked up at Raisa as she turned towards him. nodded as he sipped his coffee and set it down for a moment. He watched as the other man was temporarily relieved that he was no longer the center of the girls attention, now able to breathe. “Most likely, yes. Though you could just simply play a different game” Keethan replied nonchalantly, as he took another sip of his coffee “Though damaging it further does give a further need for repair” He said admittedly. He picked up his coffee cup again, examining the sleeve as he spoke again. “Are you also attending ‘Victory Hall’?” He asks as he put looked up from the coffee back at the girl

 

[noil]

Raisa^{- - - N-On-E-Mus - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -}
Raisa pouted at the boy's suggestion of a different game with a mutter of "but it's the best," but her eyes lit up when he brought up Victory Hall. So she was right, he was a super student! "Yes! I'm new this year. My name is Raisa, who are you?"

Her nose wrinkled at the smell of the coffee the boy was drinking. She never understood why people would drink that nasty stuff. All the scientists back home seemed to live on the stuff though, and this guy apparently enjoyed it as well, so maybe she was missing something. There were so many much better things to consume in her opinion. Why waste time on something so bitter and acidic when other more enjoyable options were out there?