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Fantasy The Destined Slayers (open)

"Riley, don't. you'll only antagonize the asswipe." Destiny commented to her sister, gesturing for her to keep quiet and also adding her own log to the fire. Destiny didn't much care for bullies...she'd let him know that. That Luke guy was a bully, and he had no place to be such a jerk to poor Connor. But still, better to not act if you're not one likely to do more than talk. At least that's Destiny's mindset. She had taken her earbuds out while waiting for Mr. Grey to arrive. It was now exactly time for detention to begin, so he should be there any second now. She folded her arms and crossed her legs, knowing that this was going to be a long...long hour.


Grey was a short, chunky man with a jolly smile, gray hair, a slightly-there double chin, and a creative and insightful. There was something about that man that seemed almost magical. Hmm...magical. He neared the door to the library, taking a brief moment to pause and think for a short minute. He stayed outside the Hilltown High library for just a moment.
 
((Yes, yes he will take that.))


Speak, or in Connor's case think, of the devil. No doubt his cronies were waiting outside for their glorious leader to show them what he was capable of. And when Luke seemed to rush him, Connor reflexively flinched away, only to feel like an idiot later. Of course Luke wouldn't do anything to him, not now when there were people that could stop him. Of course not, even Luke wasn't that stupid. Well, guess he wasn't going to have to explain yet another thing to his parents when he got home. First detention, now this. How he wished there was something he could do about all this.
 
As Luke demonstrated his bullying ways, Destiny's head just boggled. How is it, that she, a band geek, landed herself in detention? Same goes for Riley the prep, Connor the brains, Silva the drama kid, Ricky the outcast, Jackson the jock, Milo the shy guy, and Luke the...bully. Well, maybe he fits detention. But everyone else? Nonsense!


As she thought of this, Mr. Grey, the jolly little creative writing teacher strolled through the library door. He rolled behind him a leather briefcase, worn and brown. Odd how a briefcase instead of a suitcase could roll. Mr. Grey quietly walked to the front of the small bundle of seats. The seating arrangement consisted of several odd misfits. A ragtag group, really. he cleared his throat, Destiny sat up straight. She knew she did nothing wrong...but she would follow the rules Grey provided anyway. No need to cause trouble for herself.


"Good evening, students. My my...what a group. Luke, I'm not surprised to see you again. But Connor, Milo, and Destiny? Goodness...what you must have done! Silva, Riley, both of you look as lovely as ever. And Ricky, always a pleasure." Mr. Grey said, introducing himself in a familiar fashion. He knew all of these students, and he knew what they were really here for. Of course, they didn't. He addressed them each as he wished, hence the phrases earlier.


Destiny let out a breath. "Evening, Mr. Grey." Destiny said to him, slightly waving with one hand. He waved in return. "Evening, Ms. Romano." He said politely. He cleared his throat again. "I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here. No doubt the lot of you have questions." he said loudly so the entire group could hear him. Destiny nodded. "yeah...I sure would." She said under her breath.


(@Lady Insanity @MysticPisces @Beowulf @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki @Cryobionic @Huntrey @Kloverdesu @KloverDesuX2 I still don't know which to tag for Klover xDD anyhow, there's the post to beginning the plot and questioning of why we're all here xD alas I have to go to class in a few minutes, though I will try to be on again soon! if not...well, after school xD )
 
Jackson couldn't be bothered by the steady flow of detention-goers that entered the library. His mind was elsewhere as he stared out the window, dreaming of freedom. His reverie was interrupted when Mr. Grey entered and gave his verbal commentary. Jackson hadn't seen the portly teacher very much. He didn't even know what Mr. Grey taught.


"Mr. Grey, you didn't mention my name. I'm not really supposed to be here, am I?" Jackson asked, jumping at the first opportunity to leave as fast as he could. "I went to the office, but they didn't seem to know anything. This has to be a mistake." he insisted, standing up, his backpack still on his back. He hadn't taken it off because he didn't think he'd be there very long. He had to pick up his sister from school.


As he faced the teacher, he noticed the last few students that had entered the library. Weirdos, mostly. He nodded at Luke more as a formality than anything else. Best way to keep him from messing with you was to keep him from finding a reason.
 
Ricky remained quite when Mr Grey entered in his usual nice guy act, all he did was to seat back on his chair and crossed his arms. He has been in here long enough to know this wasn't a detention, like everyone else he knew some people didn't belong here. Not to mention, even Mr grey never was this cheerfull in detention. Ricky hoped the explanation came same soon.
 
Of all the people who had entered the library that evening, Milo could with complete honesty say that there was nobody he recognized as quickly as Luke Anderson. And it wasn't even because of the slightly embarrassing fact that Milo had always found the larger teen to be rather handsome, or even the fact that he always smelled of cigarette smoke and cologne that jarred his brain into recognition faster than it had anyone else. Luke was a bully, and one of the worst there was in the school.


As Milo's shoulders reflexively drew together in a nearly instinctual effort to try and make himself smaller, his mind began to race through every encounter he had experienced with the older boy. As luck would have it, Milo had never had to deal with the bully head on, and had always stayed way clear of him at every given opportunity. Whenever Luke would walk down the hallway with the rest of his gang, Milo would dart into the next hallway. Whenever they would enter the cafeteria, Milo somehow found himself in the bathrooms. It was, he thought, perhaps an inbuilt sense of self preservation brought on by his years of experience with people just like Luke which made him act the way he did, but he couldn't say he was worse off for it, not after seeing the way Luke treated the bigger built, bespectacled brunette. From what he could gather as he stared at them, there was a distinct past there.


As the others began to defend Connor, he very nearly rolled his eyes. You never antagonized a bully if you valued the shape of your nose. Milo wasn't sure how far the other boy would go, but he kept his mouth shut either way. Hopefully, the others would mistake his blatant display of cowardice as him just being shy once more, and leave it at that. His heart went out to Connor, though, as he observed the tall teens reaction to his bully, for while he refused to say anything that might bring the wrath of the bully upon himself, he could still sympathize. Silently.


Icy blue eyes went from a look of sympathy, however, to a look of sheer, delighted surprise as the door flew open once more an none other than Mr. Grey strolled in as cheerful and merry as ever, and Milo couldn't help but feel his mood brighten somewhat. Mr. Grey had always been his favorite teacher, and while he could honestly say that his proficiency withing the realm of creative writing could use some work, the jolly old teacher always seemed to somehow lift his mood exponentially. His lips tugged upwards into a small smile as he regarded the teacher, and his hand lifted into a slight wave, unintentionally imitating Destiny to a T.


"I'm sorry, Mr. Grey," Milo spoke up, on his own accord for the first time since entering the library, his voice sounding soft and a little raspy from disuse, "But I'm not exactly sure what I... did?"


@PenBlade1326 @Beowulf @Huntrey
 
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"That's what I would like to know!" Connor exclaimed. He wasn't supposed to be here, he had literally done nothing wrong. Was Luke paying the teachers now to do what he wanted? No, that's impossible, he had a hard time seeing Luke with a job that could afford bribing an entire high school's teaching staff. But then why was he here? "Can you tell me why I'm here?" he asked Mr. Grey hopefully, hoping for a 'You got a good point, you're free to go' that should be there. Or a straight answer on why he was here other then 'You've done something wrong.'
 
"Like seriously, I'd like to know what I'm going here. I haven't done anything!" Riley exclaimed from her seat. She folded her arms. "Mr. Grey, I think we all want to know why we're here. Luke probably deserves to be here, but not the rest of us!" She said, putting a small defense on.
 
(Alright, here we go xD @Lady Insanity @Beowulf @MysticPisces @Huntrey @Kloverdesu @KloverDesuX2 @ThatGuyWithSouvlaki @Cryobionic sorry it's long, but I got into it xD )


Mr. Grey threw his hands up. "Alright, that is enough!" He shouted slightly, not yelling at the students, just quieting them down. "Mr. Prescott, I assure you, you have a reason to be here. As do the rest of you." He stated, first at Jackson, then at the group. He cleared his throat once more. Destiny jumped at his small outburst. Mr. Grey's kind old eyes of a widower-turned-teacher look upon the group of students. "Now. Ladies, gentlemen....boys and girls. All of you are here for...a purpose. None of you are in trouble. Actually, I want to speak with you. All of you." He began.


Mr. Grey began delivering a small speech, at least ten minutes long, on teamwork, values, beliefs, virtue, etc. "I'm aware that all of you are different. Different social groups, backgrounds, personalities...the works. But you all have something in common. Something...wild." he said. And before anybody could ask him to clarify, Mr. Grey cut right to the chase, snapped his fingers, and....wait what?!?!


At the snap of his fingers, Destiny had been lifted from her seat and started to float in mid air...at least 10 feet off of the library floor. She gasped, kicked her legs and randomly wiggled her arms. "W-what? What's going on?!" She asked in the air, having a slight panic attack but also a nerdgasm. How is it she was floating? Did Mr. Grey do this? As she scrambled around in the air and started begging everyone to get her down, she found herself plopping back down in her seat. She caught her breath. "What...Mr Grey, pardon me, but what the hell just happened?!" She beckoned to him. The old teacher grinned widely.


"That, my dear, is but a sample of what is to come. You, all of you, are part of an ancient bloodline. A bloodline that has been passed on for generations, usually skipping one. Your bloodlines are all connected to what is known as the Slayers. Slayers are the humans who bend Earth's natural forces to their will, take up arms, and use the magic within them to combat the monsters which terrorize our lives. Myths, such as werewolves, vampires, undead, spirts, etc. These monsters, and many more...are real. They are more than tales that go bump in the night, or stories for being told around campfires. All of you have been born into a life, where you become the warriors to fight back against these creatures." He rambled...in an all too serious tone. Suddenly the joyful old man seemed more like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings. "This no doubt sounds crazy. But, you...are the only ones who can protect and save our planet." He said. Destiny gulped. She couldn't believe a single thing she was hearing. But after being levitated like that...it almost seemed weird not to believe him. "Wh-...what do you mean we're the only ones?" She asked, her jaw dropping ever so slightly.


(remember, the normal students we play are reeeeeally weirded out by seeing Destiny just levitate randomly. try to maintain that emotion!)
 
Jackson looked on at Mr. Grey's spectacle with wide eyes. How was that girl floating? He looked for wires, a harness, something to rationalize what he had seen. Without any way to explain the display, he shook his head and chuckled to himself, sitting back in his chair, amused. He began to clap slowly. "Wow. You had me going there for a minute," he said, a crooked smile playing on his face. The girl had been in the library longer than Jackson with plenty of time to set up the 'magic trick.' There was no way she just levitated by sheer willpower or magic. That was impossible.


"'Slayers,' though? Was that the best you could come up with?" Jackson questioned the teacher, raising an eyebrow. "You sound like a writer for some campy 90's T.V. show."
 
When Mr. Grey's voice suddenly rose in octaves, Milo flinched slightly, his head snapping up to look at him. He pinned him with a stare, trying to figure out why them questioning not only his motives, which seemed perfectly reasonable to him, and the reason for their current whereabouts would make the old man snap like that. But then, he started speaking, and Milo only found himself more confused. While he was sure Mr. Grey thought his words explanation enough, to him, it only left him with more questions. Something wild? Something in common? What did that even mean?


The quiet teen was just about to voice these questions, when a sharp intake of breath made him look curiously to his left, and his eyes widened dramatically as he watched the levitating girl wobble up and down in thin air. His usually emotionless face took on a look of absolute shock, which was soon mixed in with horror as he scrambled backwards out of his chair and away from Destiny. That was not normal. People didn't just float like that!


"Wh- Wha-"


His mouth wouldn't keep up with the speed of his thoughts, resulting in an unintelligible stammering which even to him sounded stupid. Milo's hands clasped together behind his back, long fingers wringing together painfully to try and get a grip of his nearly panicked state. After taking a few deep breaths, his shoulders slumped out of their tense posture, and Milo returned to his seat, placing his hands on the back of the chair, but not trusting the man enough to sit down anymore. After a few seconds, he pinned the man with an ice cold stare, a frown overtaking his previously shocked features as he asked the only question he thought could substantially cover everything he had just witnessed and heard.


"How?"
 
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Riley jumped at Grey's mini outburst. Boredom ensued when Grey began to ramble on about random things. Teamwork, virtue...what was he getting at? But when she noticed her sister floating in mid air...her eyes widened with attention. She stood to try and pulled her down. "Destiny!" She shrieked slightly, only to be calmed by her sister seemingly coming back down and going back into her seat. Seeing her sister like that was...weird. Minutes later...Grey's words confused the hell out of her. "I...I'm sorry...Slayers? What, is that some kind of superhero comic thing? What is this, Buffy in real life?" She asked.
 
Grey grinned. "Mr. Prescott. It is no mere magic trick." He said. And within seconds, Mr. Grey poofed all around the library. One minute, he's in front of the teens, then he's a few feet to the left, then he's on top of the librarian counter, then on a bookcase, finishing up with Mr. Grey poofing onto....the roof. His feet were planted on the ceiling...he was upside down. Standing. On the ceiling. Okay...weird much? Finally, Grey managed to poof back to where he was originally. "And if that's just a magic trick, please everyone, look at your shoes." He said, grinning. While teleporting all around the library, Mr. Grey managed to someone swap everyone's shoes. Nobody was wearing their own shoes...weird. After a minute, Grey snapped his fingers and returned the shoes to their rightful feet. With everyone's feet back in touch, Grey cleared his throat once more. "Is this a campy Buffy spinoff now?" He asked, referring to Jackson and Riley.


"But how this is all possible? Well...it's in your blood. All of you were chosen at birth. All of you, have powers. And soon, you'll all know how to fight." He assured.


Destiny glanced at her feet. A moment ago, her converse were replaced by someone's sneakers...but her own shoes were back in no time. She was in disbelief. Still shocked from the whole floating thing, though. "Powers? What...what powers?" She asked herself aloud, glancing up at Mr Grey."
 
Ricky almost fell asleep during the almost Saturday morning cartoon speech about teamwork and the like. Not that he didn't believe in what was said, he was a basketball player so knew the importance of team work just didn't need to hear it again. However the levitation trick certainly got his attention. "Holly crap..."He cried as he listened wide eyed at the explanation. It was unbelievable his blood line was of magic wielding monster slayers? Considering his parents he thought Mr Grey must be wrong."Seriously man... You must have the wrong people I would have knowN if I could use the force or whatever. "
 
Silva gasped and stood up, slamming her hands on the desk. "You! Sorcery! What did you do to her, you cursed foul demon? I am not a slayer, I am Hollywood's next top actress. Are you trying to stain my perfection with that monstrous idea of yours that I could possibly be meant for anything but the stage?" She stared around the room, red eyes glittering with hatred, anger, and just a touch of fear. She used her parasol to point at Mr. Grey. "I know you had a rope around her, I know you're making a stupid little act of this! Well, you're more phony than Veruka Salt in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!" Silva twirled the lacy parasol ans glared again. Her albinism could honestly make her quite scary if she wanted to be.
 
Destiny scoffed. "Hey, drama queen, pipe down. I just levitated mid air, then he poofed all around, stood on the ceiling, and all of our shoes changed on us. I think he's legit." She said to Silva.


Mr. Grey grinned ever so slightly. "Richard, you don't use the force. Don't be ridiculous. That's Star Wars. This is real life. You use the elements of our planet. I have the right people. As young and divided as you all are, you are truly the only ones who can protect our world." He said again. "All of you are heroes. Slayers. An unknown team. Your power is very real." He then reached inside of his briefcase and pulled out a scrap of parchment paper with an odd looking Celtic symbol on it. "This symbol means protection. It is the symbol of the Slayers. If you will all allow me...I can teach you more about this." He said softly to the group. Mr. Grey's eyes, posture, face, and....overall aura, said he was being serious. Were these kids...really Slayers? Really? THESE kids?
 
"From a logical standpoint, everything you've just said and done should be absolutely impossible." Milo stated in a quiet murmur, looking over at Mr. Gray, tilting his head slightly forward as he mulled over the events in his head. His shoes, thank whatever deity that had been listening, were now securely back on his own feet. He hoped nobody had actually paid attention to them, as they were switched around, as he wasn't sure if he could live it down if someone saw his holey, worn hand-me-down trainers. "Everything, in the face of reason, states that the very idea that you could... switch our shoes like that is ludicrous." He wasn't directing his quiet banter at anyone in particular, just speaking out loud to try and make sense of the situation the best he knew how. Reason.


"But it can't be impossible. 'Cause it just happened and I..." Milo shook his head, his jean clad behind finding the chair regardless of him not wanting it to, "I don't understand."


From what he could gather from the teachers explanation, he was... they were all supposed to possess some kind of ability similar to that of Mr. Grey. That, in his opinion, was a far more ludicrous idea than anything. He had never felt he possessed anything even close to some kind of 'supernatural' ability, quite on the opposite, he had never felt he possessed even an above average achievement rate than his peers. He was as ordinary as the next bloke on the street. Biting his lower lip, he glance up at Mr. Grey again, finding that the usual happy feeling he got in his abdomen by the sight of his jolly, smiling visage was now replaced by distrust, and apprehension. Regardless of this, though...


"I think I would like to learn more."
 
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"Ich, I had better have a good power. Omg, can I levitate? Then I could make drama that much more realistic." Silva looked down at her shoes and cringed. "Those were $500.00 you had better give them back, or you're payimg me double," she kicked off the cheap chucks she was forced to wear, wishing for her platformed combat boots.
 
"I didn't actually think it was the force."Richard found himself mumbling before falling silent for a moment, This was crazy and a lot to take I but Destiny was right. " I think you have shown us enough to listen, I guess... Not sure how much you expect from us but I game to find out. Shit I mean if we have powers I defiantly want to know how to use them at the very least."
 
Jackson's disbelief was rapidly waning as Mr. Grey, the mild-mannered old teacher, seemed to vanish from one spot and appear in another. It was like a dream. This should not have been possible, not in the slightest. At Mr. Grey's behest, Jackson looked at his feet and saw them pressed into some unsightly and very old trainers. With another snap of the teacher's fingers, he found his feet sitting comfortably in his own shoes.


Mr. Grey explained that all of the students in the library came from a long line of warriors or sorcerers or something. Jackson didn't quite understand all of it in his haze of disbelief, but he gathered that he was supposed to be some sort of hero or something that possessed supernatural abilities. Mr. Grey also told them that they were supposed to fight creatures that go bump in the night. That seemed like utter hogwash, but how could he pick and choose what to believe when the world as he had known it had just been shattered?


"The symbol of the Slayers?" Jackson echoed, his interest piqued.
 
Connor's logical and science oriented brain could nit comprehend what was going on. That was magic, but magic didn't exist. Did it? No, it couldn't, magic was simply the unexplained. Then what the hell was that? It was something he had never seen before, and he wanted to know what the hell it was. So, with an immense amount of caution, he spoke up. "I want to know more."
 
Riley was unsure of what to do. All but Luke (@Huntrey )had really spoken up to Mr. Grey about all of this. Her mind was full of shock and wonder, and worry that here eyeliner had smudged. Gotta have real concerns, right? But, seeing her sister float, her shoes change, and an elderly man poof around the room like Nightcrawler kind of appealed to her imagination.


She cleared her throat and actually put her phone up. "I...I guess it couldn't hurt to hear what you've gotta say."
 
"I'd like to know more too. In fact, of i habe some super awesome power, the drama club plays could be that much better," she spread her arms like a pair of wings, twirling so that the black fabric of her lolita dress flew around her, and the big gagued earrings she was wearring bounced on her lobes. She imagined that she was the star of a 'slayer' show, and the people in the detention room were her audience. That was how she spent her life. She got over her depression and anorexia by imagining that the world was her audience. Her motto was Shakespeare's quote: 'all the world's a stage,' which she held true to herself. She felt as if this was the next act in the play that was her life, her hero's journey. The one where the protagonist(s) recieve their powers and mentors, like Percy Jackson or Odysseus.
 
Despite the cooing and cawing, speeches and debates, and protest over his actions; Luke stayed silent. Mr. Grey's entrance didn't wake him, nor did half the student attempting to get out of detention. And lastly the floating Destiny, changing shoes, and the great powers being shown didn't even make it past Luke's closed eyelids. Only when the room had calmed down, and a sense of curiosity formed over all the members of the room besides Luke.


"I'm not here to participate in a game, trial, or your fun Grey." Luke stood up aggressively, "I have better things to do then listen to you yammer on about nothing." Finally opening his eyes, the behemoth began striding towards Mr. Grey in an attempt to leave. Whether he would stop him physically or with any 'powers', Luke was bent on leaving. Considering he didn't see any of the antics and powers, he had no reason to stay.
 

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