Futuristic Paradym Shift IC

[Juju]

The Door to a Hero Life

Thanks to the news of the supposed 'City F monster', the main entrance to the Hero Association's Headquarters was swarming with reporters and journalists. As if a first day for hero training couldn't be any more chaotic. Fortunately, the new students were asked to enter the building through a side entrance and ushered to an elevator that would take them to the fifth floor. There, they would find the classroom either from the arrows on the pearly walls, or the fact that it was the only part of the hallway that wasn't locked behind heavy-duty doors.

Aside from the state of the art DeskTop computer systems, on each desk sat a sleek, paper-thin device, just the right size to fit comfortably in a palm or pocket. Its screen was black, inactive until it was awakened by a new student. Upon being lifted from the table or touched, a soft chime emitted from an internal speaker and a ripple of pixels ran across the screen. After 2 seconds, the crest of Invictus Academy floated just above the device, suspended in digital weightlessness.

Pairing complete.
Welcome [student name] to Invictus Academy, and congratulations on taking your first step towards becoming a true hero.​

The silky, synthetic voice paused for a moment. A picture of the student appeared on the screen, along with their name, age, gender, registered mutation, and grade information.

This is your student ID, a device that will act as the key to your new life here at Invictus. With it you may access school facilities, elevators, your dorm room, the Sky Cafe, public transportation, security checkpoints, even discounts at stores and recreational activities.
It is important to keep your ID with you at all times. Failure to do so will result in repercussions or possible suspension.
Please report any damaged or missing IDs immediately.
​

The screen displayed a simple floor map of the academy section of the building, highlighting the room they were currently in.

As the newest generation of students, you are in Class 4. The lecture room you currently occupy will act as your 'homeroom' until the end of the semester. Please report here in a punctual manner each morning.
Further information will be provided by your instructor.

Each staff member is handpicked from the ranks of A class heroes and are those who have exhibited exceptional heroism and servitude towards the safety and prosperity of Paradym. Two heroes will be assigned as your primary instructors for the year

The remainder of your introduction will be carried out by these staff members.

On behalf of the Paradym Government and Invictus Academy, we wish you luck in your training
We await in eager anticipation to witness the hero you will become.
​

The screen flicked back into a blank state, all except for the words 'Please turn your attention to the instructor'.

Naturally, the only real issue was that there was no instructor at the front of the room. The desk was empty and the podium stood alone before the students. Outside the room, the hallway was quiet in its stiff, sterile hum. Just like the ID, the DeskTop screens were unresponsive.

seasonedcat NeonFlow Solirus ItsKenAgain blitzfritz
SirDerpingtonIV animegirl20 The True Plague Beeihu Dreamtique​

 

[Beeihu]

Tal stepped into the classroom, narrowed eyes flitting around the room. His demeanor was harsh yet careful as he glanced around, clearly reflecting the habits and skills he had picked up over the years. Though it was indeed a 'safe' place, Tal couldn't quite shake the unease that almost always arrived with something unfamiliar. Attending the academy wasn't his decision, and it was obvious in the way he carried himself. Each breath he took revealed his distaste at the idea of attending a place as high-strung and strict as the school, but it wasn't as if he had any other choice. This was how he was going to glue together his family's shattered name, after all.

'Damn, Sirius, you just had to make all of this happen, didn't you?' His thoughts mused as he strode over to a nearby desk that was nestled along the left wall. It was, of course, towards the back of the room. Tal figured the self-proclaimed righteous students would find their way to the front, and felt more at ease at the thought of lingering in the back with like-minded others. The tall student gingerly sat, eyes snaking along the obviously expensive monitor that was poised in front of him. While Tal had a run-down, outdated computer at home, it wasn't anything like the sleek model that sat atop each desk in the classroom. After a brief moment of marveling at the device, Tal spotted a thin, dark screen that rested flat before him.

''Hmm..'' He murmured, before reaching out to tap the odd surface with a finger. The device let out a quiet tune, before blinking on to display the school's crest. Tal's brows furrowed as a voice spoke to him, unsure of what to do. ''Er-..thanks.'' He muttered, not quite certain if the screen was able to hear, or respond. He rolled his shoulders and sat back, allowing himself to relax as an image of him appeared on the device, along with his information. Tal listened absent-mindedly as the voice rattled, but his attention was snagged at the mention of discounts. A small grin tugged at his lips at the thought. Sure, he didn't have any money now, but that wouldn't be an issue for long, with all of the unassuming people with stuffed pockets wandering around.

'Keep your I.D on you at all times?' His thoughts echoed as the screen switched to an image of the school's map. 'I pity the one who's responsible for replacing them; I assume I'll become familiar with them before long. Hopefully they're sympathetic towards students who don't always remember things.' Tal quickly studied the flashing map, formulating a visual image of the school's layout in his mind as the I.D continued speaking. It wasn't long before the presentation concluded and the screen switched to a simple phrase:

'Please turn your attention to the instructor.'

Tal looked up at the podium expectantly, figuring a professor would magically appear using some sort of mutation or advanced tech, but frowned when nothing happened. 'That's odd-..' He thought, his leg starting to bounce in a steady rhythm under his desk. 'What am I supposed to do now?'

 

[animegirl20]

Dorothy entered the classroom and looked around. She couldn't believe it she was actually at Invictus Academy. She was so nervous but now that she was here she was just excited! Dorothy smiled brightly as she started to head to the front row but then suddenly stopped. Did she really want to sit at the front of the class? Maybe it would be better she sat in the second row...or she could sit more towards the back. After pacing back and forth she finally sat down in the backseat but then stood back up. Did she really want to sit in the very back. After realizing she probably looked like a weirdo going back and forth in between seats, so she finally made her desion and sat in the forth row next to the window. Satisficed Dorothy looked at the tablet in front of her and tapped the screen watched as it lit up and speak.

Pairing complete.
Welcome Dorothy Kaname to Invictus Academy, and congratulations on taking your first step towards becoming a true hero.

This is your student ID, a device that will act as the key to your new life here at Invictus. With it you may access school facilities, elevators, your dorm room, the Sky Cafe, public transportation, security checkpoints, even discounts at stores and recreational activities.

It is important to keep your ID with you at all times. Failure to do so will result in repercussions or possible suspension.
Please report any damaged or missing IDs immediately.

Dorothy looked at the screen a little nervously. She could be clumsy at times what if she damages....alot...would she get trouble? "I'll just have to be extra careful." She said quietly to herself with a serious and determined face. Dorothy listen to what else it had to say. When it was done she looked to the front of the class expecting to see the teacher but....there was no one there. She looked back at the screen again then back to the front of the class. There was no instructor here. Were they late? So now what was she to do? Dorothy glanced around the classroom then glanced at the boy behind her. He seemed just as lost as she was. Guess no one knows what to do next.

Dorothy turned back around and started fiddling with her dress. Dorothy's mind started to wander and she started to feel nervous again. Why couldn't she just relax? This was what she wanted and being at this school will help her with her powers maybe even to the point where she won't need to where this device anymore. Dorothy's hand touched the device on her chest. She really wished it was on a different part on her body where she could hide it no problem. Dorothy turned her head to the window and let her mind drift on to other things.

 

[NeonFlow]

Mike couldn't help but seem shitty. For one thing he was hungover, second thing is that he felt rather short compared to some of the others in the same boat as him. Not that he assumed they all had criminal records and were given the option of jail or school and a bunch of conditions... But one from D city can spot another from D city. It's in the eyes. A cold judging stare that accesses everything quickly with body language that suggests confidence. That or bloodshot eyes and a poor druggie physique that might suggest one lives to close to a source of radiation.

Mike kept oddly quiet as he proceeded. The hangover and the foriegn sense of being somewhere important is enough to keep the boy from cracking jokes or starting a fight. He remembered being a big deal at his old school, but it's safe to assume everyone here is similar to him. A big deal in some form or another, important or dangerous enough to require big ass metal doors on most of the doors and windows.

Mike trailed behind the others as he followed suit so he could give a glance and begin his process of figuring out who is gonna be decent and who was gonna be a problem of some sort.
When he was in the room designated for class 4 he took a seat in the middle by the window like all protagonists have to. After a moment of silence and no instructor Mike smirked to himself feeling that it is his job to break the silence. He stood from his seat to face the classes direction before speaking, with one hand in his hoodie pocket the other gave a half hearted wave before returning to the warmth of his jacket.
"Hey guys quick question before we introduce ourselves, feel free to ignore it if your no fun... But who here thinks our teacher is late, or invisible in this room judging us right now? If you say their late raise your right hand, if you think their sneaky raise your left hand"
The smirk was now one of a curious smile.

 

[blitzfritz]

Emil didn't like foreign crowds that much-hell, even one of the most prestigious schools that everybody knows could be foreign if you didn't know the layout. Even being ushered into the school through side gates because reporters and the like wouldn’t mind their business, Emil felt...foreign.

But upon entering the classroom that most of everyone was shuffling into, they cocked their head to see the others. Emil’ll have to talk to them later, as people were picking seats-they chose a spot on the opposite wall of the window, in the middle row. They never really liked the front due to the attention, and the back felt too…”cramped”. God, Emil could feel their wings shift underneath everything, despite being neatly tucked away into their back.

On the desk was a small...phone? But when Emil picked it up, it chimed softly before loading itself up. “Pairing complete.” It displayed Emil’s information, from age to proper gender, and seamlessly continued. This was to be their student ID until they left Invictus, they would guess, and it was to be a pass into the areas of school. Emil wasn’t that clumsy as to leave it someplace where it shouldn’t, and she flipped the phone in her hands for a moment to get a better grip on it as the voice continued.

A map was given, and Emil studied it for a moment, letting the voice drone on and become white noise. Emil noted the cafeteria and places of interest, before the handheld shut off with a click and with some final words.

“We await in eager anticipation to witness the hero you will become.”

Emil just stared at the handheld, reading what was said before giving a quiet groan at what was said. Yeah, she was a mutt, but that wasn’t a permanent gateway into being shoved into the spotlight!

Nevermind that, Emil looked up at the podium to find...no one there. One of the boys gave a lighthearted question at the lack of a teacher, and the featherbrain gave a shrug. “‘Dunno, just give the benefit of the doubt to ‘em.” they spoke in a low voice, not necessarily shy, but more tired; they half-expected to get ignored because they talked so quietly.

 

[Solirus]

Royce​

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The last week was a very, chaotic week to say the absolute least, he now no longer worked at the casino, the environment he was in was a big change for him, he was very evidently threatened to join the academy with very questionable legal methods (which they couldn't blame for using) and generally getting used to the difference in the air. He remained relatively quiet, he didn't want to begin causing anything until he had enough information or knowledge of the place. Entering the academy at first almost dazed Royce due to the unnaturally clean hallways compared to his route from work.

It didn't take long for him to arrive to the class with the other students which he glimpsed at carefully. Once inside the room Royce took one of the front desks in the room looking around him due to habit and noticing the small device in front of him. Upon picking it up it played a prerecorded message with the added "benefit" of displaying all the information they had to offer on Royce, and explaining how it was an id.

At this rate, this isn't very surprising, I like the shape and size however.

He quickly thought in his mind before the device stated to look forward at their instructor... No one was there, and he could especially tell due to being in the front row. One of the students chimed in trying to get a vote going to find out whether the instructor was late or invisible.

Royce raised his left hand stating, "Wouldn't surprise me if that was the case, they seem like the type of peeps to do that" Royce quickly added to the conversation.

It could be a sort of way to show dominance to show who is boss... or maybe not, regardless raising the left arm here makes one appear much better and might get into the good side of the higher ups early on... normally.

He thought to himself before beginning to spin and fiddle around with the device with his right hand almost like it was a card.

 

[ItsKenAgain]

Flick entered the room with a bounce in her step. She had a loose grip on the backpack that hung off of her shoulder, and in the other hand a nearly empty can of energy drink. She paused by the trashcan and finished it before she tossed it in. No worries, she had plenty more where that came from. First day of school, she couldn't be caught lacking if she was going to need to use her powers. She rolled her shoulders and looked around the classroom comfortably. A few of her classmates had already wandered in and chosen their various seats. Looks like it didn't really matter were you chose to sit, unless you had a preference. So far Flick didn't recognize anybody as someone from her last school, but she was more than ready to make new friends anyway, that was the cool thing about everybody being new kids here!

She grinned optimistically and chose a seat in the middle of the room. Couple of perks in mind when she made that decision- one, being surrounded by more people meant more new friends to chat with; two, if she fell asleep in class (which, was bound to happen eventually) she would be a bit less noticeable. Flick noticed the others picking up the small devices on their desks, so she did the same. As the device whirred to life and recognized her immediately she chuckled to herself, delighted by the machine.

"Huh, that's cool!" She flipped the device over a couple times in her hands, inspecting it curiously. "Do you think they can watch us through these?"

She shrugged and finished listening to the computer lady talk with her pretty voice. She thought to herself how she was definitely not going to lose this ID. (Spoiler, she's probably one of the most likely to lose this ID.) One by one the students were noticing the missing instructor. A boy with black hair and a hoodie decided to take a poll on the matter. Flick snickered, this was a fun question. Imagine their instructor was invisible, just watching from the teacher's desk and that boy was the first to realize. Maybe this was like their first test and he cracked the code! But, proooobably not. Flick couldn't think of any A class heroes with that ability, and she was admittedly a bit of a nerd when it came to the A class. Since she wanted to be a hero she watched all of their fights on the news, just like when she would watch others spar in kickboxing. The whole idea of being like them excited her. She raised her right hand in the air.

"If they aren't here yet, they probably have a good reason. No biggie." She added. They could be finishing up some important hero business, or meeting with the head instructor, or the press, or ooh- maybe they were just grabbing a coffee from the teacher's lounge. Totally understandable. Flick nodded assuredly before speaking with some excitement. "Yeah, they'll be here. I just wonder who it's going to be!"

 

[Beeihu]

Tal's sharp eyes snaked over to Mike as he stood and opened his mouth to break the silence. He didn't bother making any moves to raise his hand at Mike's request, instead preferring to fix the shorter student with a hard stare. ''Come on, now. Why would an A class professor end up late, especially if tardiness isn't approved?'' He asked, his tone cold and prodding. While Tal didn't prefer to go out of his way to make enemies or friends early on, he could tell that Mike would ultimately be a problem. He wasn't oblivious to his tired eyes and strung-out movements, after all. 'You reek of home. I hope my instincts aren't right, else we're going to have issues.' He thought, brows furrowing ever so slightly. There was no way he'd let a cocky, careless guy like him run things.

Eventually, Tal's gaze drifted over to the other students as they became situated. He studied each person individually, making sure he didn't linger too long on one or another. 'We've got some interesting faces here. I wonder how things will go.' He mused as his eyes landed on a student who fiddled and flipped their I.D with skillful ease, before shifting his attention to another student who seemed to be quiet and withdrawn, only bothering to murmur a reply and give a light shrug as a response to Mike's question. 'I think you'll be fine to get along with; you don't seem to have your head up your ass.' He figured. 'You too, though you're a bit louder.' He glanced over at Flick, watching as she responded to Mike enthusiastically. He wasn't sure of the girl who sat in front of him, as he couldn't manage to get a good look at her, but assumed she'd be fine, based on her soft and easy-going behavior.

''Right, then. Name's Tal. I'm from city D, but don't let that ruin your thoughts of me if they aren't bad already.'' He said curtly, giving a small nod as he spoke. ''We'll get along just fine, if you aren't an asshole.'' Tal added, an easy-to-miss grin creeping along his face. He made no moves to be openly friendly or hostile (even if he seemed to), figuring the right people would choose to interact and prod for more information instead.

 

[The True Plague]

Gabriele had to suppress a yawn as he, and his future classmates, were shuffled along to a side entrance instead of braving the crowd at the front. To a degree, he could understand why there's so many reporters. He was from City F after all, so he's heard of some of the rumors about the City F monster. Couple that with the new future heroes, fingers crossed anyways, and it was obvious why they'd be here... Still absolutely annoying they'd show in such numbers as to necessitate them using AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT ENTRANCE! Seriously man, don't they have anything better to do?

Mild annoyance with reporters and the general bullshit they cause besides, Gabriele was amazed at what he saw. These walls were so well maintained, the floor so clean. It was hard for this orphan to believe it. Surely there'd be a speck of dust somewhere, right? No matter how hard everyone back home worked, there was always at least something missed! Mad props to whoever does the cleaning here.

Along with his fellow students, Gabriele would enter the classroom to pick a seat. Front and center. It gave him the best view to work with to get around his eye problems. Speaking of view, he could easily see that the others had just opted to pick up the sleek device on their chosen desks.

Personally, not a choice he'd usually make, but based off what he could hear, seems to be a Student ID? Neato. He'd just lay a hand on it, glancing around the room to note who all is there, and where they are too. No real opinion of them yet, to be honest. Other than the fact he not only doesn't really tower over anyone like he did at the orphanage, but some seem to be mere inches shorter. That's gonna be odd to get used too...

Hold on, it appears one of them has spoken! At least, he assumed so. He saw mouth movement, so that probably meant speaking. Couldn't quite hear her though. He would've asked her to speak up, but his attention was snatched by the next person to speak. At some point during this, his ID has stopped speaking.

Hmm... Late or sneaky? Sneaki beeki or merely tardy? An interesting question, for there obviously wasn't someone at the podium. Lazily, he lifted his... Left hand. He waited patiently for a good point to interject, glancing at each student who responded. Honestly, not the worst ice breaker? Sure, he doesn't know any names... Or interests... Or really anything at all. Okay, kind of a shit ice breaker to be honest.

"Reasonably, there's a few reasons an A class professor may be late, in spite of tardiness being unacceptable. They could be busy handling those reporters at the main entrance. Something may have came up last second. For all we know, a family member could've passed this morning and they called in so they're forced to scramble for a substitute."

"That being said... It's more likely that they're already here. There could be any number of explanations. A mutation allowing them to shrink and grow could mean they're observing us at the podium... There could be cameras and they're watching from an adjacent room to see how we act when there's no direct supervision. Their mutation could potentially allow them to change shape meaning they may be an object in the room, or it could make them seemingly unnoticeable at whim." With that said and done, Gabriele lowered his hand, and took his seat to stare at the podium and wait. He'll give it some time before determining if he wants to make anyone specifically a friend.

 

[animegirl20]

"Hey guys quick question before we introduce ourselves, feel free to ignore it if your no fun... But who here thinks our teacher is late, or invisible in this room judging us right now? If you say their late raise your right hand, if you think their sneaky raise your left hand"

Dorothy was snapped out of her thoughts when the boy sitting in front of her suddenly spoke up. "Invincible?" Dorothy listened to the four other students who spoke up and then finally she decided to add in her thoughts. Dorothy raised her right hand and was about to speak but the boy with the eye patch beat her to it. After he gave his thoughts Dorothy went ahead and spoke up. "Actually I'm pretty sure none of them have powers like that so their probably just late. Or like he said they could be watching us on cameras......" After that thought sunk in Dorothy glanced around the room. To see if there were any cameras. She didn't see any though that didn't mean their weren't any....well for now she would assume the teacher is just late. As she began to wonder how long the teacher would be. The boy sitting behind her spoke up.

"Right, then. Name's Tal. I'm from city D, but don't let that ruin your thoughts of me if they aren't bad already. We'll get along just fine, if you aren't an asshole.''

"Oh! Are we all introducing ourselves!? I'll go next!" Dorothy said excitedly as she stood up. "Ok! Well My name is Dorothy Kaname, I'm 15 years old, I'm from City E. and I'm good at guitar, archery and gardening. It's very nice to meet all of you." Dorothy sat down once she was done but then suddenly stood up as she realize she forgot something. "Oh! And I don't think differently of anyone who is from City D." Dorothy sat back down again feeling very satisfied with her introduction and waited for the next person to introduce themselves.

 

[blitzfritz]

One by one, the others gave their responses-each of them giving reasons for their side, whether it was for the teacher being late or for them in the classroom but undetectable. Ehh, Emil didn't know who the teacher was yet, so they wouldn't pick a side. An easy enough reason.

But now, it was introductions. The gray-haired boy was named Tal, and from City D. From the occasional times that Emil did dip down to the city with friends, it was vibrant and had plenty of cheap shops to grab something to eat. Thus, she held it as good, despite the obviously shady content that it did have. Mother would kill her if she got rounded up into a gang or something-said parent was angry enough as is from the incident that got Emil known across their previous school, but she eventually came around. The next one to speak up was Dorothy, from City E-she seemed like a nice person, but Emil never saw her in the city before; did she go to a different school?

"I should be next in introductions, huh?" Emil quietly mused to themselves, placing a hand on their desk before clearing their throat. "The name's Emil Winslow. Just Emil is fine, though-'from City E. No particular talents that are extraordinary, unless you count your 'power as a talent." Emil let out a sigh, leaning back and closing her eyes for a moment. "... Nice to meet you all."

Emil'll ask more questions out of the students they were interested in later. Now wasn't the time-just keep introductions short and sweet.

 

[ItsKenAgain]

Another boy with dark hair who was seated in the back responded to the question before introducing himself as Tal. Flick hadn't ever traveled into City D much, but she knew her sister had some questionable friends there. She isn't the type to judge so she just grinned at him with an attentive nod. A taller boy with an eye patch analyzed the missing teacher situation a lot more than Flick would have, suggesting their teacher could be disguised as another object. Her eyes drifted around the room suspiciously, now unsure of whether or not anything was real. She shifted in her seat and then- oh my god, wait, what if I'm sitting on them? Wait, what? No. Probably not. Haha, that could be kind of funny though. Then, a smaller girl in a dress stood and introduced herself with a friendly and excitable energy that immediately drew Flick in. She thought she recognized her from school but they must've been different years. Plus, Flick was either at sports practice or asleep more often than not. She smiled widely at Dorothy as the subject shifted to meeting her new classmates.

From the other side of Flick the quieter student introduced themself as Emil. Flick perked up over the mention of where they came from since this time she wasn't familiar with them, her short ponytail whacking her in the face as she quickly turned around to face them. "You're from City E too? Huh- I guess we didn't go to the same school then, I'm pretty good with faces but I don't know yours. It's a good face though, I'm definitely not going to forget it."

She stood at her desk and looked around the room at the rest of her classmates faces. Flick flashed a full smile, putting her fists on her hips confidently before her caffeine fueled rambling commenced.

"Alright, my turn! I'm Felicity Simmons, but you guys can just call me Flick, also from City E. I'm super excited to meet you all and to see what incredible things you can do. I'm sure we're all going to have a great time getting to know one another, and I can't wait to be best buds!"

 

[Solirus]

Royce​

Royce rolled his eyes slightly and gave off a slight sigh, everyone had begun introducing themselves which seemed something that would be started by the instructor in order for everyone to know each other and where they are from, but it appeared someone had already started it. Royce didn't really want to partake in it, but then again if he didn't do so he could stick out like a sore thumb and doing that early on with what would be his peers wasn't a great idea, these weren't people he'd see once in a month, but instead were people he'd probably be forced to live with for a much longer time.

Royce finally decided to lower his arm and spoke up, "Name's Royce, or Roy for short, your choice." he quickly said chiming in, "Spent most my life in D city so I call that place home... a pleasure meeting you all, let's hope this rather cheerful vibe will last us longer than a day" Royce chuckled quietly, still playing around with his ID, now tossing it from hand to hand like a card.

 

[NeonFlow]

Mike kept a tired but friendly smile on display as he took mental notes on his new classmates.
Well at least their able to talk without sounding deranged, thats a good start...
As some people began raising their hand to participate in his game the boy made a effort to remember who did as they would most likely be the most social, pleasant and generally well rounded individuals.
The tall boy who claimed his name Roy seemed like a good first place for new acquaintance he's also from D city so they can probably have a conversation about home.

The excited girl who raised her hand would be a close second place, nothing wrong with her as far as Mike could deduce but she seemed overall way to cheerful for him to stand next to, it's almost like her very aura is warm and energetic. If she was a colour it'd be bright orange or yellow...

The boy who spoke next seemed the opposite, Mike couldn't help but feel this kid probably spends his off time practicing a cold glare in the mirror. This one gave off a D city vibe before he introduced himself, good on him for introducing himself. Mike smiled wondering how many of these kids came from the big D, as no one else seemed to participate in his little game Mike decided he better share a bit aswell.

"Hey I'm from D city as well" Mike stated with a small laugh, as a thought passed through his mind.
If people are introducing themselves now i may as well come off as unique...
Mike continued with a bit of rhythm in his voice...
"you can call me Mike or Emcee it doesn't matter to me,
and like I just said I'm from that city of D
I like most foods and keeping myself clean, and I like skating more than the hero scene
I'm here for a laugh but mostly to make money, to train hard to be a hero who ain't considered funny
I'd call myself decent at all that i do
But Im biased as shit crap caca or poo
But meeting all of you here I'm sure will be swell
just know i rhyme better when I ain't tired as hell"
With that he gave a half hearted bow and then sat down to think of all the ways he could have freestyled better.
mighty man with the plan to slam an not give a damn? Ah fuck it I'm to fucked for this.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

LORETTA​

Do ya really need to go to school in order to shoot shit? Loretta thought to herself as she sauntered into the classroom, both hands buried in the pockets of her pants as she looked about the room. It was stuffy in here, she noticed. Lots of... stuff. Too much orderly stuff too. Loretta gave a slight huff, running a hand through her wild, unkempt hair as she eyed the other folk in the room before she made her way up and over to the teacher's desk, or... what she thought was the teacher's deck. Not actually attending school all that much before this point was definitely gonna make this a little harder than it needed to be. She couldn't help but notice though, for all the people and stuff in here, there wasn't a teach present.

She resisted the urge to quickdraw and blast something long enough to do something else stupid and impulsive. Loretta slammed her palms down atop the flat of the desk, spread out a little so the young woman could set her weight comfortably against the oak. For all intents of purposes, Loretta looked a fair bit older than a few of these kids, and she always had confidence to spare... so who says she wasn't the teach? She bore a toothy grin as she nodded her head. "Well, howdy there pardners, an' welcome to y'know, the big shootin hero school and all that." she spoke with a low, friendly tone and with a glint in her eyes. Her 'cowboy impression' was pretty spot on, or at least close enough to it to not sound silly. The drawl seemed to naturally fit her tone of voice and laidback, carefree attitude. "I'm Loretta Martin, and I'm your Teach." She slacked her shoulders to one side before she tilted her head and looked over to Mike with a smirk. "Well, I sure as hell hope ya have better rhymes when you're awake kid, because those were pretty uh... 'shit crap caca or poo'," she teased with a wink and a smile.

Her energetic eyes paused on the... the mini-computer screenie things everybody had, and she gave a nod and a smile, as if she knew what they were. "Good to see y'all gone and figured out how to work them computer whazzits. That's lesson one out-the-way." She raised her hands to clap them together as she stood up to her full height as she considered for a moment or two what the fuck an actual teach would have them all doing. The tips of her fingers lit up, and observant students could tell her eyes lit up with an entirely different light. "So, y'all went and started introducin' yerselves, that's all good. For lesson two, I want you to think about yer power, yer skills, yer abilities, all that jam." She raised a hand, making a finger gun motion towards the side of the classroom opposite the windows. "If yer thinkin' yer power's not so useful, or it isn't somethin' ya like, stand there." She whipped up her other hand, and gestured to the window side with the tip of a glowing finger. "And if ya think yer' all that with some big shot hero-game, get on over there."

"An' I'm lookin' for honesty here folks. I wanna know what I got to work with before I wrangle y'all up into a real rootin' tootin' buncha heroes."

 

[blitzfritz]

Overall, it seemed that the students were getting along well with each other, finally opening her eyes to glance around at the students once more. Flick caught their attention as she started to talk, and one of her comments made Emil do a mental double take.

It's a good face though. I'm definitely not going to forget it.

Emil’s cheeks flushed at the compliment, her thoughts flipping the words over and over as the gal locked up and glanced away. Yeah, they can take a compliment, but it was always different when it was given from the same gender you were born as. “Don’t overthink it, don’t overthink it.” It didn’t help that their blush extended from their cheeks to her ears, and the moment had Emil so preoccupied that they barely got the other’s name; Felicity Simmons? Yeah, that was her name.

Emil quickly calmed down and her blush went away, and listened up. The other two boys were named Royce and Mike, though if they had to be honest...the rap that the latter came up with on the spot was a bit shit. Emil’s tastes were not rap, sure...but even then, it sounded like shit. It probably tasted like alcohol if it was a food, too-the kid seemed like the type to get away with underage drinking.

But anyways, a new student entered the fray. Or, what Emil thought was a student, until they slammed their hands on the teacher's desk and gave a toothy grin to the rest of the students, Emil included. “Oh no.” The alarm went off in the birdbrain’s head for more than one reason. Reason number one? Her appearance that almost got Emil’s blush to return. That is all. Reason number two? She acted like she owned the place-a troublemaker by heart, Emil would guess. The unusual accent did pique their interest, and she introduced herself as Loretta.

She did look a fair bit older than the rest of the students-maybe it was possible that she was their teacher? Emil wasn’t sure, it made the poor gal’s stomach do flips. Sitting still, almost like a bird on the wire, watching for predators (or in this case, what Loretta would do)-observant to a default.

Loretta’s eyes glinted with energy, and her next gung-ho instructions were set: think you’re a hot shot? Stand by the windows, or stand by the other side if not. Emil was honest, their power is useful for flying and being able to get to places quickly, but it was hardly S-class hero material. So, Emil stayed in their seat on the side opposite the windows, being where they thought they belonged.

 

[The True Plague]

Gabriele, for his part, wasn't actively ignoring the others. He, after all, was at least putting names to voices, except for the other fellow in the front row, Royce. Neato. He got to have a name put to his face, since Gabriele saw him as he chose his own seat. That information might be useful later if he needed a contact for if he's sick and missed a day. Then again, the guy seemed a bit shifty. D City, with handling skills like those? Suspect.

Personally, he saw no real reason to introduce himself. The teacher would either have then do introductions when they got there anyways, or he'd learn all of the names via rollcall, and in turn the others would hear his too. So, as they introduced, he sat quietly in his desk, observing the podium...

Up until he flinched back at the sound of someone slamming their hands upon a desk. In the name of God, why?! Taking a second to breathe in, and out, he was introduced to a Loretta. As fascinating as that may be for some, this was kind of annoying. Lying right out of the gate? He saw her among the rest of his future fellow students. He rather doubted she was the teacher. Especially with calling the student IDs computer whazzits. He doesn't believe this girl has been to school.

Oh, and this fun game of judging how they felt about their powers by picking a side of the room? Lame. This really isn't the teacher, or it at least shouldn't be. He refused to participate, remaining firmly seated in his spot front and center.

"Do you usually lie on first impressions, or is this a first?"

 

[ItsKenAgain]

Flick took her seat again, satisfied as she listened to the others who hadn't yet introduced themselves. One of the front row students put a name to his face, Royce, or Roy. Okay, easy enough to remember. Ooh look at how he's throwing his ID around. He looks like he knows how to shuffle. I wonder if he plays Uno. Uno party in the dorms later? Then the black haired boy who asked the question put on a little show for his introduction. Mike seems confident, that's good. Fun intro too, oh- wait, did all of that rhyme? Nice. I see what he did there.

Suddenly her inner monologue was interrupted as another student? strolled in smoothly. She approached the teacher's desk and then clapped it loudly with her palms, grabbing the attention of the class. Flick felt like she just stepped into a time machine, or a western film when the woman? Girl? She looks too young to be a teacher but too old to be a student. Loretta Martin... Our teacher? addressed the class. Visible confusion could be seen washing over Flick's face, and she leaned in, squinting with her head cocked sideways. Loretta continued and Flick started to lean back in her chair, wondering when a new Class A hero came onto the scene. When Loretta went on Flick just opted to go along with whatever was happening. Some others seemed apprehensive as well. Flick began to edge up out of her seat to move, but where would she go?

I love my power. It's super cool and I can use it to help people... But, it could also be dangerous. If I don't use it right or make a mistake it could really hurt somebody. I don't wanna hurt anyone. Not anyone that's not a villain anyway. Hey wait, that's what I'm here for though, right? So I can get good. Yeah, my power is great... Until I fall asleep... But, still, like, I got this!

As she was starting to face toward the windows, the boy in front of her in the middle row who hadn't introduced himself yet spoke up. Flick froze when he accused the teacher of lying. But wait, that kind of made sense. She could definitely be playing a prank on them. Then again, she seemed like she knew what she was doing as far as Flick was concerned. The look confusion was back ten-fold.

"Wait so is Ms. Martin our teacher or not?" She asked apprehensively, inching back down to her seat, with the far away stare of an existential crisis. "Is anybody our teacher?"

 

[Solirus]

Royce​

everything was going relatively fine, another kid named Mike claimed to be from D city, just a glance at him had made it apparent to Royce. The following things however Royce couldn't see coming in a million years: Mike began doing a poem or song which was clearly made up on the spot? And then out of no where someone barged into the room walking and talking like they owned the place and trying to assert themselves as the instructors.

Royce was generally cool, always trying to maintain a poker face, but the absurdity of the situation made it impossible for Royce to keep a straight face which promptly made him put away his ID in his pocket due to potentially dropping it. He slightly giggled covering his mouth before taking a deep breath to not burst out laughing yet he kept a smile on his face.

"Regardless if you're out tech or not, you've got a big pair of cojones to be saying such things I must say" Royce remarked before looking at the other student shortly mentioning how this possible student was lying straight out the gate. Royce knew this very well, he could tell most liers from a mile away, but he found it extremely amusing too. "Ey big man, let's just allow our teach do her thing no? Besides they've got the spirit of a teacher so I'm sure the real one won't mind dig?" he said to Gabriele, winking with his right eye. Finally Royce turned to look at flick, "Don't think on it too hard there buddy, or else you might start believing our water is poisoned by the government." He chuckled to himself before leaning back on his chair and placing his hands on the back of his head.

 

[seasonedcat]

???~
The unknown person practically dozed off as they walked the halls. Their lanky, thin body moving silently as they walked without needing much if not any form of direction. They let out a silent yawn as they came to the place they were looking for. They glanced down at the girl standing before the door, stressing over what seemed to be many things, letting out a sigh he stepped harder, making himself known, "That's the right class you know." he spoke simply before walking past her into the classroom.

"Yo," he spoke simply holding the stuffed fox in his hands in his left to give the group a salute. He blinked at the scene before him, glancing at the 'teacher' and their students. He blinked a second before speaking again, "Hi I am a student from the year above you, I am here to guide you to your next activity. Your real teacher decided not to show up today so I will be helping with the beginning of class until the teacher gets her." he let out a little chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, "Sorry guys the teacher you got this year is a real hassle, sorry you are going to have to spend the year with them..." he trailed off, giving the group a pained look,

"But look on the bright side, they'll only be your teacher for your entire stay here, but hey, at least there are more than one." he offered, "but yah, the teacher decided to sleep in today, sorry." he grabbed the rollcall sheet, "I will do this once we board the train, sorry about the disappointing first day again. Is everyone ready to go?"
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[Dreamtique]

The building that was the academy felt like an overbearing presence, like a giant overseeing the world. It was not unexpected, but experiencing everything in person felt immensely different, the academy was radiant enough to make him broke a sweat.

"I'm Loretta Martin, and I'm your Teach." She slacked her shoulders to one side before she tilted her head and looked over to Mike with a smirk. "Well, I sure as hell hope ya have better rhymes when you're awake kid, because those were pretty uh... 'shit crap caca or poo'," she teased with a wink and a smile.

Of course, he was late, there seemed to be a commotion going on in the classroom, but Alex was dazed as a wave of hesitation hit him with his next step towards the classroom. He stayed still near the entrance of the classroom very suspiciously, petrified in a stiff stance, his mind too disjointed to process reality. Soon he found himself engrossed in coming up with all sorts of plans as to not embarrass himself as much with his late arrival, imagining all sorts of ways he could make his entrance in the most natural way, but that train of thought only led him to all the wildest embarrassing scenarios. It was not that he cared about his first impression, but then, he was not really sure what he was holding him back, or maybe he was just reluctant to confront it, but it was there, lingering, his heavy, hesitant steps on his way to this academy was a reminder. It was the very reason he was late in the first place.

Alex had to tell himself there was no turning back like a broken record, he already made up his mind to come, and he would not fail to muster up to courage to enter the class officially as a student of Invictus. He pushed his glasses and let out a breath, adjusting his spine before the world gradually took form before his eyes again. It was then a boy walked past Alex like a ghost, making his way into the classroom before Alex was able to.

???~
The unknown person practically dozed off as they walked the halls. Their lanky, thin body moving silently as they walked without needing much if not any form of direction. They let out a silent yawn as they came to the place they were looking for. They glanced down at the girl standing before the door, stressing over what seemed to be many things, letting out a sigh he stepped harder, making himself known, "That's the right class you know." he spoke simply before walking past her into the classroom.

"Yo," he spoke simply holding the stuffed fox in his hands in his left to give the group a salute. He blinked at the scene before him, glancing at the 'teacher' and their students. He blinked a second before speaking again, "Hi I am a student from the year above you, I am here to guide you to your next activity. Your real teacher decided not to show up today so I will be helping with the beginning of class until the teacher gets her." he let out a little chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, "Sorry guys the teacher you got this year is a real hassle, sorry you are going to have to spend the year with them..." he trailed off, giving the group a pained look,

Alex listened intently, partially surprised and mostly relieved to learn the absence of their teacher.

"But look on the bright side, they'll only be your teacher for your entire stay here, but hey, at least there are more than one." he offered, "but yah, the teacher decided to sleep in today, sorry." he grabbed the rollcall sheet, "I will do this once we board the train, sorry about the disappointing first day again. Is everyone ready to go?"

"I am ready!" Alex marched into the classroom and replied with his voice raised, shaking his hand high above his head like a proud moon lander swaying their flag. He IS ready.

 

[Juju]

At the Train Station
Led by the senior student, the newest class of Invictus Academy made their way to the City A train station. It was late enough that the morning rush had tapered off into a smattering of single file lineups and crowds waiting around the various platforms. The air was abuzz with monotone train announcements and the ever present hum of distant conversations. Every now and again the comings and goings of the bullet trains would send a rush of warm, static air through the awaiting crowds, reminding them of just how fast they would soon be travelling.

Using their new student IDs, the class easily passed through the security terminal, skipping past the usual lineup of economy-class passengers. Those students who had taken this train system often would be quick to realize they were within the first-class waiting area.

Two individuals sat on a nearby bench, apart from the gathering of business suits and government employees; a gaunt lady with a mop of black and white hair and a punk aesthetic, and a teen with an afro full of yellow flowers. She was busy tapping away on her phone, completely absorbed in whatever she was doing. Meanwhile, the punkish lady brooded over a cigarette, her face painted with the neon glow of the sign behind her. "To City B". There was no bullet-train in sight, the rails empty.

​

A sour expression passed over the woman's face as she looked over the approaching students, searching for their teacher. As soon as she lay eyes on the white-haired senior, the lady took a long draw of her cigarette, exhaling a cloud of ashy stink from her nose. "Pulling the same bullshit as last year I see?"

She went silent for another moment, flicking the lit cigarette between two fingers. Her foot tapped impatiently against the tiled floor, growing quicker and quicker in pace until she finally stood up. "Well kiddos, seeing as your teacher is an inadequate layabout, I'll take things from here. Name's Inessa Kozlov, there's a doctor in there somewhere but I don't really care much about that bit. Just call me Essa. I'll be your... school nurse from now on. At least in the sense that I'm your go-to when you get busted up. We'll be seeing a lot of each other once your training begins. More when you're done."

She took another long drag of her cigarette, closing her eyes and shaking her head in poorly concealed annoyance. With a flick of her wrist she motioned to the girl -- a senior student by the looks of her ID hanging from her sash belt. "This is my intern, Michelle. She'll be helping me with the less serious issues, but mostly paperwork."

The girl didn't look away from her phone once. Before either could speak, a gust of air heralded the arrival of their train. It slowed down to a perfect stop and the barricades protecting the tunnel opened up in synchronization with the train doors. Dr. Essa tossed her cigarette onto the perfectly polished floor and stamped it out with her heel. "Well, let's get on with it then."

After the students boarded the train, the sleek doors shut behind them. The other passengers sat far enough away from them, yet close enough to sate their curiosity. One of the suited men seemed to be inspecting some of the more flashier students, most obviously Emil, and jotted down a few notes onto a tablet. A woman beside him, dressed in a blazer, leaned towards him and muttered a few sentences while looking at Loretta.

Once the students were seated and the train began to move, Dr. Essa clapped her hands. "Guess we should take attendance. Only fair after my own short introduction. Michelle, you can do the honours."

The girl clicked her tongue and lowered her phone for once. Her eyes were a warm amber, somewhat tainted by her frown. She walked over to the white haired student with the fox plushie and plucked the attendance paper right out of his hands. After this, she walked back to her seat and sat down. With a dull, bored tone she began to call out the names of the students. Whether or not they made themselves known, she continued on to the next name.

"Gabriele Agnusdei. Wren Aldene. Micheal Ceede. Tal Delvaux. Alex Flamel..." she stopped at the name, her face scrunching up. "Flamel... as in those two insane alchemists? I thought they did some background screening before acceptance, or are they just letting in all the crazies now?"

"Michelle, enough."

The girl rolled her eyes, but continued nonetheless, though not before giving Alex a dirty look. "Dorothy Kaname. Lorette Martin. Royce Rolland. Felicity Simmons. Maisie Watson. Emil Winslow." She let her hand and the attendance paper fall to her side. With a very unwelcoming tone, she looked over the class to ask a scripted question, "...any questions about the academy or your curriculum?"

seasonedcat Beeihu animegirl20 NeonFlow blitzfritz Solirus ItsKenAgain The True Plague SirDerpingtonIV Dreamtique

 

[Dreamtique]

Alex pictured a sterile and martial group of teenagers when he imagined a class full of students of Invictus, but his imagination was proven to be the contrary as he observed his fellow classmates.

Alex actively scanned around as he walked through the city, now as a student of Invictus. No one seemed to care, everyone was preoccupied with something, minding their own business. It was a little disappointing to Alex, he was hoping he would at least get a few glares. At the back of his mind, he wished he could look at them back in their eyes, and gave them a heads up for what was about to come, with FIRE in his eyes: he would be a hero they would all remember. He craved a way to release the pent-up anger and frustration within him against the world, no matter how childish it could be.

"Well kiddos, seeing as your teacher is an inadequate layabout, I'll take things from here. Name's Inessa Kozlov, there's a doctor in there somewhere but I don't really care much about that bit. Just call me Essa. I'll be your... school nurse from now on. At least in the sense that I'm your go-to when you get busted up. We'll be seeing a lot of each other once your training begins. More when you're done."

Dr. Inessa Kozlov appeared to be a surprisingly comforting presence. Somehow Alex could sense that she was a healer in nature.

"Gabriele Agnusdei. Wren Aldene. Micheal Ceede. Tal Delvaux. Alex Flamel..." she stopped at the name, her face scrunching up. "Flamel... as in those two insane alchemists? I thought they did some background screening before acceptance, or are they just letting in all the crazies now?"

"Michelle, enough."

The girl rolled her eyes, but continued nonetheless, though not before giving Alex a dirty look. "Dorothy Kaname. Lorette Martin. Royce Rolland. Felicity Simmons. Maisie Watson. Emil Winslow." She let her hand and the attendance paper fall to her side. With a very unwelcoming tone, she looked over the class to ask a scripted question, "...any questions about the academy or your curriculum?"

Alex's body instinctively tensed up as the girl spoke. There it was, the same fight he had to fight too often, a fight he just couldn't win, but was forced to fight until he fell flat, and none of this would even stop. Part of him was naive enough to hope that no one would recognize he is related to THEM, allowing that naivety to stay in his head was a mistake, it turned into a devastating frustration that was beginning to swallow his mind, he was underprepared, unable to handle any of that.

"Hey."
"I am not asking anyone to like me, just- don't relate me to them."

"I am not the same as them."
Alex ignored the question and spoke, barely masking the irritation on his face.

Alex swiftly turned his gaze away to stare at the blank space before him, his innards churning with anger as he ruminated on his emotions, his ears turned red.

He was aware that his reaction to all of this was extremely childish, but he felt like he didn't have other choices, it had always been that way. Facing the world's cold judgment, he was about as helpless as a child begging for miracle and mercy while oblivious to cosmic indifference.

He was disappointed in himself for feeling rage; disappointed at the fact that things didn't instantly turn more forgiving for him, even after he had tried so hard to gather the courage to come to Invictus. His determination was shaken, he slowly regressed to his uncertain self. He didn't need anyone to remind him that he might just fail at becoming a hero and leave Invictus, only to realize that everyone who deemed him a dangerous lunatic was right. He leaned back and gulped, his heart still drumming in his ears.

 

[The True Plague]

Gabriele had considered responding to Royce. After all, he was addressed. However, he had little reason to agree with him. This didn't strike him as a teacher's spirit. No rollcall? Straight into what could arguably be an icebreaker, in the vaguest sense of the concept? He wasn't buying it, not by a long shot buddy.

However, he was saved from having to actually respond to the other student, by the entrance of a new face. This one wasn't with the group he walked in with, though he was saved from guessing if they were the teacher. The guy explained himself to be a student too, a year ahead of them. He also confirmed that yes, the teacher apparently chose to not be here waiting for them. Great. Invictus Academy, everyone. Not what he'd expected at all... Nevertheless, he slid his student ID into a pocket and followed dutifully.

It was a bit odd to get to skip ahead of the lines at the train station they were led to, but he was hardly going to complain. It'd probably be awkward to stand around and try to make idle chatter until they could board. He supposes he could live with the skipping the line. He'd not make a habit of it personally, doesn't feel right.

In the waiting area for the train to City B, he saw the two individuals. Given they were being led to another activity by the student ahead of them, he guessed them to be associated with Invictus too. What a shock, he was right. The lady with the punk aesthetic and cigarette was to be their caregiver when injured. Fascinating. He briefly wondered how stressful that job is. After all, it's Invictus Academy. How often do students get injured? Probably a lot.

There was also the inference to be made about their teacher's layabout tendencies to be more the rule and less the exception, based on the comment when they were approaching. There was also something about the brief introduction of the girl absorbed in her phone currently. Michelle. Explains a bit about the stresses to have someone to do the paperwork... Or maybe Essa just hated doing paperwork. Possibly? Doesn't matter, the bullet train's arrival stole his thoughts with the rushing air.

Once they were all seated, they finally got the rollcall. He'd nod his head when his name was called, and made a mental note about all the other names. Even the comments about Alex Flamel, which seemed to incite the poor boy. It'd be amusing, if it wasn't ridiculous.

"I fail to see the issue. The sins of the father aren't the sins of the child. So long as he seeks to do what's right, that's what matters." Gabriele shook his head, just didn't seem right to him. Attack a man for who they are, not who their parents were.

 

[blitzfritz]

The scene that unfolded before Emil was interactions, speaking, each getting sorted out. Talking between each other, the birdbrain silently watching, before an older student came into the class. Their wings shifted uncomfortably underneath their clothing, as suspicions were proved correct-the teacher decided to ditch the start of class for sleep, and by the sound of it, this wasn’t the first time.

An exhale came out from Emil’s lips. “Just great.”

But nevertheless, the birdbrain followed after the upperclassman, giving a nod, but the appearance of a late student piqued her interest. He seemed to be a bit nervous, but Emil continued to follow after the senior student.

They would talk to him later.

Soon enough, the group of students had arrived at the train station. Emil flipped her student ID into her hand and used it on the security terminal before stuffing it back into their pocket, which let her through-the first-class area was a place she always wanted to wait in every time they would shoot down to City D with her friends.

But on a nearby bench, two people stood out-a punk-like lady and a girl absorbed in her phone. It seemed that the older woman knew what was going on, and introduced herself as Inessa Kozlov, the school nurse, with her intern Michelle. It seemed the two were nice enough, even if Essa gave off a sarcastic aura-Emil’s wings shifted under her clothes in anxiousness.

And then the bullet train to City B shoved itself to a stop, and Emil followed the three older ones, seating herself next to the late kid from earlier-she could feel a couple eyes on her, and she could probably guess that if gossip really spread far, then their incident back in junior high might’ve gotten around. Another thing to add to the list as the birdbrain slumped down in their seat.

Emil watched Michelle jump up and snatch the attendance papers out of the boy’s hands before calling out names, a routine procedure. Only for the girl to make a comment about Alex’s family...and it made the birdbrain wince and mutter under their breath, loud enough for the boy sitting next to her, who was Alex, to hear it, “Just because you’re in the same family doesn't mean you’re the same person. Take mutts from non-mutt families; their parents don’t have powers, yet the kids do.”

They could feel their wings underneath their clothing shift slightly, and a sigh could be heard as Emil raised her hand slightly in acknowledgement at her name being called. Though the birdbrain had no questions, they started to absentmindedly mess with the silver rings on her fingers.

This was gonna be a long year...