AEGIS: Training Facility 108

[welian]

Welcome to Aegis Training Facility 108, located in an old shipyard just east of Baltimore city limits. You are presumably here because you:

A: Recently discovered your powers and have been mandated by Commonwealth to attend training​

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B: Are employed by Aegis to train the members of the former category​

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C: Are reporting in from another agency to oversee the operations of Aegis Training Facility 108.​

If you are not in any of the previous three categories, please leave the ground voluntarily before you are taken away by force. Remember to remove your belt and shoes before going through the metal detector at the front door, and to leave all weapons with security. Unauthorized weapons will be confiscated and held until local law enforcement arrives.

Aegis asks that all limiters are on and activated within the facility, unless you are in a supervised training session in the designated areas. Aegis also asks that you kindly ignore any screaming and moaning heard from underground. There is nothing to be concerned about. At all.

Thank you, and again, welcome to Training Facility 108.

 

[welian]

ATTENTION STUDENTS:

We hope that your winter break was refreshing. Now that the facility is back in full operations, there are a few concerns we would like to address:

To whomever vandalized Dry Dock Two with crude depictions of male genetalia, we know who you are. And we will be waiting for you by the main office, with a scrubbing brush and a bottle of cleaner.

Midterm exams are coming up soon. Please study diligently and practice using your powers in a safe and conscientious manner. Officials from Commonwealth will be observing, and we do not want to have to call the bomb squad again this semester.

A reminder that the snow drifts are not for playing in. Students found to be instigating or participating in snowball fights or otherwise disturbing the educational atmosphere of the facility will be punished.

MIDTERM EXAMS ARE SCHEDULED FOR FRIDAY, JAN 13 AT 14:00 HOURS.

MEET UP OUTSIDE THE GYM.

BRING GLOVES.

Thank you,
Aegis

 

[Giyari]

Mood: slightly worried


Location: His office


Company: Page Morgan


@'s: @Manic Muse


Other: Mentions of the Courtyard have been replaced with Drydock for continuity's sake

Director Swan - Audio


Sitting at a rather impressive oak desk, the morning sun streaming through the large windows overlooking the drydocks outside, Jason, or Director Swan to the students, was finishing his preparations for the day ahead. Midterms, the exams that would work out what direction the students should head in for the rest of the year, today there was a sort of.... obstacle course (layout reference) constructed from snow, ice, and various spare equipment from around the facility set up inside one of the drydocks. Things should be interesting to say the least.


Jason stretched lightly in his chair, a nice leather number, and picked up his mug of coffee before packing across the room. Taking a small sip, a "bing bong" sounded through out the facility signalling the start of the day, the students would be arriving very shortly it seemed.


"Well, time to get to work." Jason muttered, finishing the last of his coffee and placing the mug down on his window ledge. The crisp snow covering the old shipyard looked too pretty for what was about to follow.


Opening his office door, Mr Swan took to the corridors of Aegis. The facility was not as modern as one would expect, considering the subjects it dealt with, no most of the building kept the same decor from it's past life as a shipyards drawing offices, large hanging pictures of ship blueprints sat proudly on the walls, periodically broken up by notice boards for various classes and clubs. It wasn't modern, but it was quite nice in it's own way.


As his shoes clunked off the linoleum floors of the corridor, Jason looked up to meet the desk of Ms Page Morgan, an assistant at the facility, and someone he had come to almost adopt as a secretary of sorts. She reminded him of someone from Clarke-Knight but for the life of him, Jason couldn't put his finger on who... Still, it was fun working with her, or more, it was fun pushing her buttons.


"Ms Page, just the woman I was looking for. We should be expecting the students in any moment, have you got the impromptu instructions printed out for the "exam" proceedings?" Mr Swan asked, his voice gruff from years of roaring at intern doctors and drinking whisky, as he got to the edge of her desk. The temptation to wind the poor young woman up was however, as strong as ever, but now was not the time.

 

[Meredith]

Ren Lee


It was funny, wasn't it, that they had a car drive her three or four city blocks from her school to the Training Facility.


What was she going to do within three blocks, blow up a building?


It's not like she could anyhow.


What annoyed her, more than anything, was that they weren't moving.


She sat in the backseat, idly fingering the handle of the car door, closing her eyes.


She'd already seen where it was made (probably Taiwan or something), seen it being transported, seen it be bought and put into service.


Some kid going to Commonwealth to test his powers had thrown up over her seat and the side of the door the other day.


She quickly returned her hands to her lap.


The driver got into his side of the car (the left, it was a cheaper American model of course, nothing too fancy for the powers), and the other man in the car, who she supposed was only there to get a ride, turned around.


"Are you alright back there? Awfully quiet, you are."


Ren shrugged and let her eyes open. "I'm fine. The car's loud, though, isn't it. It's been in service a while."


She ignored the man's unsettled grimace as the car started to move. They'd be at the school shortly.


She looked over to the brunette, messy-haired boy beside her, and wondered what she'd see if she took his glasses. Probably not a lot, just high school life. How interesting.


Opening her mouth a bit, she searched for something to say. This boy went to her school, he was here too, being transported in this car with a grate between them and the others.


"I've not met you before. Are you an upperclassman? I'm Ren."


She spoke quickly, nervously, clasping her hands together again.


Being new to Aegis was going to suck.


@welian

 

[macathan]

ᖇOᘔᗩ ᐯᗩᖇᗩᗷYOᐯᗩ

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'Aegis'


'Why did I knew I never truly missed you?'


'Scrap that, I know why.'

no slide

R - O - Z - A

location ✩ Facility 108 campus


mood ✩ bored


company ✩ all alone.....


@s ✩

Roza thought looking at the plastered walls across the shipyard, the red pen ('At least that's what I hope it is.....') adding to everything with a dreaded midterm exam notice, Roza sighed, the sound of her footsteps was barely heard because of because of all of the other noise of upcoming students blocking out everything. Thankfully, Roza had a pair of headphones and a trusty mp3 playing loud beats so it wasn't too boring or dull.


She looked around hoping to find someone she knows, but tough luck, no one yet, she thought that maybe if someone was here it would at least kill time, and maybe, the term would already be over with (wishful thinking). Roza, obviously, wasn't really excited to start the new school term, after all it meant another entire term of harsh teachers, harsh students, and sometimes even harsh weather! 108 exactly isn't known for it's high quality lunches and health regulations.


While looking around for familiar faces, someone abruptly smashed into her and ran off without even apologizing. 'Rude. And people think I'm bad.....' she got up and searched for that mystery person, a displeased look on her face. 'Fine, whatever.' she gave up half way through though, they must have one it on accident and she didn't care much either way. She brushed off a piece of imaginary lint off her brown denim skirt, and huffed. 'Now on to a more pressing matter, where do I find gloves?' She asked herself and continued to berate herself for losing them again last year. She adjusted her jacket, and kept looking for known to her entities.


The facility was same as always, a lot dirty, a lot damaged, and a lot catastrophic, but it had a charm of its own.


That is, if someone is a bit too much of an optimist.

 

[ManicMuse]

Page Morgan

Location : Facility 108, Main Building, Main Offices


State of being: Faint annoyance


Nearby: Jason Swan


@'s:


OOC: I am too lame to @ people. Sorry.

The headphones blared an upbeat tempo as her foot falls fell in time with the music. Her form was far from perfect but it was clear Page was a seasoned runner. With the rays of sun starting to beam through the buildings more frequently, it was clear she was a few short blocks from the shipyard, or as it was now, the Training Facility for Aegis. Page Morgan was fairly comfortable with the route, having taken it the last two weeks since being hired on as a part-time assistant clerk. Coming up to the fence, Page took time to cool down, stretch, log the run and pull off her backpack before heading inside. After a short stop at the women's restroom, her attire had completely changed. Now sporting a much more professional appearance, with a thick gray sweater, black leggings and comfortable flat shoes.


After stuffing her belongings under the desk, Page was set to begin the work day. This was finally becoming routine for her, a run to work before settling into her desk. It was almost therapeutic in its way, working outside her tiny apartment for a change. Though the vibe of relaxation and inner calm was quickly shattered, when she noticed something off about the flyer plastered to the door a few feet from her desk. It was poorly copied and the hand written adjustments were an eye sore! With a quick visual scan of the hall, it was blatantly clear, she had missed several copies of this updated flyers on her way in. This made her normally pale freckled cheeks flush ever so slightly. A surge of frustration caused her to pause a beat, inhale deeply and exhale with eyes closed. As the faint up tick in her heart rate started to fade, Page decided now would be a good time to check her emails.

New Mid-term exam instructions


Please copy

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However, just as she rolled in front of her monitor, a sickly yellow post-it with the same assaulting hue of red pen spelled out the words,"New Mid-term exam instructions. Please copy." followed by a bold arrow down. Laid across her keyboard was an almost cryptic page of various instructions. Her mouth hinged open as she stifled a sigh of disapproval. Instead, Page resorted to once again taking deep breaths. Only this time was able to do so while slamming the offending sheet of instructions down onto the glass of the copier and programming it to start on the task.


Leaving the copier to its work, Page's mind went to her other job of data entry working from home. That, that was a much less frustrating job but sadly did not offer up much when it came to income. Since she already had to spend several hours a week at Aegis facility for her Blue Card certification, it only made sense to find work here. Even if it required learning to make due with Director Swan's sudden changes in curriculum.


Finally settling into the desk with the printer humming from behind; Page unlocked her computer and was bringing up the days work when the Director approached. Peering up at the older scruffy male over the rims of her glasses, she fought the urge to frown with disapproval. Still her words held a slight frankness to them, "Director Swan, I was under the impression these details had been handled weeks ago, as you had me create the last exam instructions during the break. Was there an issue with the ones I prepared?" The printer made a harsh mechanical thunk as it began on the next set of pages, as if groaning with agreement at the passive protest.

 

[theunderwolf]

Avira Spyridon


People didn't quite get how hard it was to learn to walk again. Even after two years of just floating everywhere, having a corporal body and needing to relearn touching things and having her feet on the ground was just... weird. She liked it though, it was nice to be able to touch things. And the dull thud that echoed its way through her skeletal system when she tromped around on her sneakers was strangely satisfying. She was enjoying it as she walked to the school from her small dorm. She was experimenting with stepping differently, enjoying the weird looks she got. So far, skipping was enjoyable but made her miss floating. High knees was just odd. And strutting just felt wrong when she compared herself to the fashionista she was emulating. Her baggy clothes didn't really match the air of upper-class snobbery she was (supposed to be) giving off. So she settled on a little bit of hop step with walking. It was fun. Eventually though she arrived at school and saw the signs. Odd. Though she supposed the snow thing could possibly be partly her fault. It was just a relatively small amount of snow balls. Oh well. Now she had to find gloves, she could probably borrow some from the lost and found? Distracted thinking about it, she tried to walk through the wall. And smashed strait into it. "Ow!" She whimpered Crap. Attracting attention gotta make this look good umm... On instinct, she tucked into and backwards roll and jumped back up into a gymnast's pose. Awesome. Now I look like I meant to do that... Which may have had the opposite effect... Dammit. She looked around, scared someone had seen her, luckily the only one around who could have noticed was the small pink haired girl who she had seen around. Oh god she seemed to be looking around, if she asked her why she had tried to walk through the wall, that would lead to questions she did not want to answer! Brain scrambling for some reaction, Avira froze in place.


@Lilah Tunth

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter RED Ward

Location: Aegis 108 Obstacle Course

Nearby: No one important.

Disposition: Aloof

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It was your typical morning it seemed. Peaceful. Calm. Tranquil....Where was a fire drill when you needed it. But a new kind of drill. One with sawblades and dartguns. Yeah, you don't hear SHIT about dartguns anymore. The fuck's with that? Yeah he had been on ice for twenty years. But....DARTGUNS.


Red shook his head, if he didn't get this out of his head it would be stuck there all day....Last time that happened he ended up drawing plans for a gun that shot balls of fire while drunk. No, not a flamethrower. No, that would have been SANE.....


Red looked up at the obstacle course in front of him. Swan had a thing for throwing these kind of things together at the drop of a hat apparently. He hadn't changed in twenty years. Probably for the best. Had he turned even a DEGREE into what a certain Commonwealth Chairmen had been, he would have reminded it only takes two pounds of pressure to send the bone behind someone's nose straight into their brain.


Off topic again. Fucking hell, Hunter.....


It had been three months since he had been off ice. The world was....The same yet different. His old enemies were still around, but weren't enemies anymore. At first, he wanted to just demolish the entire area when he learned Commonwealth was still active...But...Apparently in twenty years it finally started not making everything it touched turn into total shit.


'Same shit, different day' apparently can reach a few decades..


He shook his head again. This is getting out of hand.


"Bismark. How close to completion?" he turned to look at his assistant, who was slowly hauling something into the center of the obstacle course.


"Aaaalllmost done sir." the assistant said, finally finishing with the fourth metal crate.


"Why aren't you helping me with this again..?" he groaned, finally finished with the manual labor.


"Because I didn't spend last night downing an entire buffet's worth of Chinese Pizza and Macaroni thinking it was 'Gourmet Oriental Cuisine'."


"....Sir are you calling me fat?"


"No, I'm calling you a jackass who traumatized at least seven kids for devouring everything but the damn hot plate in front of them. AND fat."


"....You're a hurtful man."


Red just rolled his eyes before the metal crates gave an inanimate groan as the steel was ripped from all sides, revealing four massive blocks of packaged snow. As the bottoms of the crates shot out, the snow itself erupted onto the obstacle course, turning into a frozen warzone.


"Maybe so. Your point?"

 

[Rolling]

So... this is the place.





Maurice took in a brief, but deep breath as she surveyed the Aegis grounds on her way toward the premises. It was a bit of a long walk from where she lived to there - she'd have to come up with some kind of way to expedite the travel time, because holy hell was that ever exhausting. Pushing thoughts of her screaming lungs and burning legs to the back of her mind, Maurice continued along the path to the facility entrance, thoughts turning more toward the topic of what she would be doing once she got in there. Obviously, 'getting that damn Blue Card' was at the top of the list, but what of the process to get there?


Truth be told, Maurice hadn't paid much attention to any kind of documentation, instruction... she was either too excited to get started, or too lazy to read at the time. Now she found herself annoyed with her own failure to learn a bit more about the place she was supposed to be training at, and it was starting to show in her expression. You know, the usual stuff - a furrowed brow, frown, and a complete unawareness that she'd come to a complete stop just outside. Maurice was very attentive, you see.


Come on, you idiot. Get the lead out.





"Right, right." Maurice muttered.


Aegis. This was either going to be a great experience, or complete hell, but fuck it, you know? The blonde finally took those last few steps needed to cross the threshold into Aegis property, hoping for the best.

 

[M0N0]

⊂ JASPER VON TRIER ⊃


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Why did the winter break go by so quickly?


One second he was doing some insane grinding with a level 21 frame for that stupid ass arch-wing and the next he was walking to the facility; where he would have to partake in some test. If It was physical, he would most likely pull a Skyrim guard and shoot himself in the knee. Now here he was, walking down the streets to that "gorgeous" looking dock so he could learn some stuff; by which he meant listening to music and hope that the teachers didn't notice his existence. It usually worked pretty well. Though It was usually less than effective in Physical Discipline, which was basically the equivalent of hell. With a little bit of some Italian dude on top to actually teach the subject. To be honest, he didn't like any of the subjects that involved him moving more than just his mouth.

Mood: Bored & Passive

Location: Shipyard


Company: Ghost chick and Midget Russian. Some scrub earlier.


@'s: @Lilah Tunth @theunderwolf @Cheshire Smile


Other:

Cut to five minutes later and blam, someone is dead. What a tragedy!


Yeah, no.


He wished he was dead because five minutes later he was standing outside the facility with all this white shit on the ground. It was either Seagull crap or snow, probably both because they were super smart In putting the facility in a dock area. Rolling his eyes as much as humanly possible, he slowly walked In whilst some booming Industrial music blared through his headphones. That was when he noticed some chick just standing there like a lemon, walking slower than a turtle. Her face didn't exactly seem to be familiar, and he had one of the best memories around, so she was probably new. He could possibly help her out, show her everything and tell her what It's like and forge an eternal bond of friendship. Oooooooorrr he could just like, not do that?


"Sup noob."


Without even waiting for her to reply, he walked past whilst he motioned his hand behind him in an incredibly half-assed attempt to wave. What a scrub, was she expecting some tour guide or something?


Noob.


Going on his way to the Gymnasium, he saw one of the most graceful spectacles in his life. No ballet dancer could trump such elegance. Avira, smacking her face into the wall and rolling backwards, doing some gymnast pose.


"Smooth" He rolled his eyes, talking to himself as he approached. He noticed that the small, Russian midget was there as well. Least he had someone to talk too, so he didn't die of eternal boredom.


"Graceful as ever, Ghosty."

 

[Dano]

Greg Masters:


It was early, too early some might say. Greg didn't really believe in sleep, and it showed every morning when he left his apartment at 4 am for an hour long run to warm himself up. This particular morning was unseasonably warm being almost 50 degrees out. The grey fleece shorts, navy sweatshirt and knit cap were more than enough to keep him warm. The run always seemed longer the faster he ran because of the sheer distance he was able to cover. Greg had learned a while back not to run in the park since others could pick up on his inhuman speed as he lapped other runners. Running the streets allowed Greg to keep an eye out for potential crime. It wasn't an everyday occurrence, but when he saw someone in trouble, he was there to help. Today as he ran it was pretty quiet. The built up snow along the sidewalks had yet to be removed but had begun melting nicely due to the temperature. As Greg rounded the corner he heard a scream from across the street, just as he was about to leap into action, a police cruiser pulled up and the two cops were able to subdue the attacker. A smile of satisfaction washed over his face, knowing another criminal would be off the streets.


It was 5:00 am on the nose as Greg walks through the door and grabs the towel that was left on the counter to wipe his face. Grabbing the water bottle in the other hand, he blasts some electrolyte-enriched water down his throat before setting it back down and heading over to his “home gym”. In the middle of the living room was a pullup bar suspended from an open beam in the ceiling, while free weights rested on a bench off to the left side of the room, and a floor mat on the right. The next two hours were spent doing pull-ups, push-ups, leg-ups, and bicep curls. By the time Greg was done, sweat was pouring off his body as he slumped against the wall in the shower.


After the shower Greg got dressed in his usual business attire, white buttoned up shirt with a deep crimson tie, black dress pants and loafers. Before leaving for work he grabs his water bottle and locks the door behind him. Driving to work was always a challenge as the city of Baltimore never seemed to operate correctly during periods when people attempted to get to work on time. It took Greg 20 minutes to drive 3 miles, normally he would just walk to work, but with the weather acting as it had, he didn’t want to ruin his clothes, so he drove his GMC 4500 4x4 Duramax Diesel truck. The thing about his truck, it was larger than life, much like himself, which made Greg feel somewhat normal sized when he was in it versus standing next to almost anyone else. Upon arrival to the docks, Greg could see many students arriving at the main entrance as well as several of the other staff members pulling in beside him.

 

[welian]

Morgan Brahn

OOC Notes

Look at this. It's a post. A real fucking post. Fucking magical.

OOC Notes

@Meredith

Morgan squinted out the car window as the bright sunshine refracted on his glasses, blinding him with peripheral rainbows. Too much cheer. Too much happiness. He wanted to go home and take a nap. It was cold outside, there was still snow on the ground… it was the perfect kind of day to stay home, drink tea, and pretend the twin twerps didn’t exist.

Lost in his thoughts, he was only half-listening to the exchanges of the girl next to him. Something about old cars. The agents didn’t seem to appreciate their low funding being pointed out.


“Oh, me?” Of course you, idiot. She was looking right at you. “I’m fine. Just not looking forward to my exams, is all.” The boy took off his glasses and cleaned them with the hem of his dark shirt.


“I’m Morgan.” He put his glasses back on and turned to face Ren, a gentle and friendly smile on his face. “I’ve been training here for a few years. I’m almost done. It’s nice to meet you.” He offered a handshake.


The girl seemed a bit jittery, and he didn’t blame her one bit. It was always unnerving when you had to be escorted from school to school by a pair of agents. But that was just life as a super. Too many people tried to take matters into their own hands, and the government cracked down. At least, that was how his mother explained the Rapture incident to him. He didn’t ask too many questions about it, in case he found out more than he wanted – or needed – to know.


Eventually, the car started again, and they progressed the whole four blocks to the shipyard. Fascinating progress. They could have just walked.


“Ren, right? Do you know where to go?”

 

[macathan]

ᖇOᘔᗩ ᐯᗩᖇᗩᗷYOᐯᗩ

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"Avira?"


"Is that you?"

no slide

R - O - Z - A

location ✩ Facility 108 campus


mood ✩ giddy


company ✩ Avira Spyridon, Jasper Von Trier


@s ✩ @theunderwolf @M0N0

A thread of giggles threatened to escape her lips, and a few managed to slip out after the ghostly acrobat did a gymnastic pose. 'Now something can elevate my boredom! Yipee!' she thought, finally loosing the 'get away from me' look. Then she saw someone else approach the scene. "Smooth"


"Graceful as ever ghosty" The black and white haired boy said, his face as tense (at least in her opinion) as ever, the data manipulator seemed amused with the scene in front of him.


When she looked to find out who it is, she smiled and waved "Hullo Jazzy!" she sing-songed out. "Long time no see, huh? A whole term in fact!" 'Jazzy...... Still funny to me......' she mentally laughed, getting lost in her thoughts for a bit, and nearly slipping again. But she didn't fall so it was okay.


Despite the fact that they were only mild acquaintances, Roza already felt emotionally attached to them, they didn't talk much, but they were very nice ('So maybe not Jazzy... But Avira is fun!') she got back her balance and giggled. she liked these people and wanted them to stick around, even if they met not long ago.


"Bet you enjoyed staying at home!"


"I know I did. So anyhow! How are guys dong?!"


"And I'm great, thank you!" She said before anyone even asked, she didn't feel like waiting for a reply and decided to answer her own question.

 

[sorrow made you]

TEXTHERE

Mood: Irritated af and cold


Location: Near the obstacle course ? heading toward cafeteria


Company: n/a


Tags: n/a

Cold. It was just too damn cold.


Not only was Facility 108 at the docks, where they were by a massive amount of water that brought in the cool ocean breeze, but the entire area was covered in snow. Le De Luca was not amuse and it took a great amount of effort to get out of bed this morning. He would have loved nothing better than to just be able to call in sick and.. oho wait... he can't.


With a bitter shudder, Leo narrowed his eyes on the scene in the distance. Ward had just revealed a massive crate of snow, which made Leo's innards churn uncomfortably. Hands were snugly stuffed into his long coat pockets, but even that couldn't stifle the shivers that continuously ran down his spine. His normal sanctuary was just as cold, and retreating there would only warrant something getting shot at (dare not go by the warehouse when there's a pissed off Leo afoot).


God, he wished he had a cup of coffee right about now.


And what about the midterm instructions that he was supposed to get? He was promised them a week ago... It seemed now that the Italian would just have to ad-lib everything... not like he really didn't already. Playing by ear was always the more interesting route when teaching a bunch of hormonal kids with destructive powers. And more than once, did Leo have to reveal his own powers to his previous students. He wondered how that one poor kid was doing.. the one that had ran out of the warehouse, screaming about zombies. Just thinking about it seemed to cool Leo's temper.


Dammit, its too cold to have a cooled temper.


Emerald eyes focused back down at the obstacle course. It was an amusing idea to say the least, but he wondered just when he would be clued in to what was actually going to happen. Playing off that he knew and he was being secretive got frustrating after a while. With a low grumble, Leo muttered a couple profanities while he decided to head tail and see if the cafeteria had any coffee to warm him up.

 

[simj26]

Bruno Clare Liew

Friends don't let friends deploy mobile flashbang grenades to burn the corneas of strangers. Unfortunately, Clare didn't have many friends, especially none that were staying over at his house for the winter break. With no one to stop him from panicking and hurling a butterfly at the two men in black suits that stood at his front door that morning, Clare panicked and hurled a butterfly at the two men in black suits. Just before the butterfly released the first glimpse of the payload that lay within its small body, Clare realized, much to his growing sense of dread, that he was not immune to his own creations' gifts to mankind. Even as he tried to turn and start hobbling away, he knew that he was about to receive that term's first injury. The ensuing explosion sent him sprawling across his living room, and the two men sent to pick him up onto the gravel at the front of his porch. Clare, ears ringing and adrenaline still pushing through his veins, scrabbled for his crutches, clambered to his feet, and started to limp towards the back door, where sweet, sweet freedom would soon meet him.


Now, there were some things about reality that we have to face. Reaching your goal in most games instantly nets you an instant win message, even if you didn't murder the rest of the big, bad, burly ethnic minorities in your way. I mean, they could still come down on you like the ferocious animals they are and still murder you, but games, being games, often didn't have them do that. Clare was reintroduced to this sudden clarity of his situation when he finally stumbled out onto his backyard, breathing in the fresh air of what he thought was freedom. A second had barely passed for him to appreciate this, before he received a tackle from behind him, and started breathing in the stinging smell of freshly cut grass and dirt.


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He hated it. He hated coming back to Aegis. "You could be a national asset!" they told him. Low cost mobile observation devices, good enough to put drone production companies out of business, coupled with room-clearing capabilities that would make SWAT teams green with envy. Clare knew about his 'tactical value', and he knew that the pay was going to be obnoxiously high. He had no problem with either, really. He did, however, have a problem with Aegis as a whole. Why DID he have to go through all these lessons? Why even bother with Physical Education anyway, if he wasn't going to get anything done other than flail around uselessly? Clare grumbled silently over this as he stumbled over the threshold of the docks, pushed, with no indication of mercy, by his hosts across it. He couldn't blame them. They could still be feeling the effects of having searingly bright light exploding right in their faces. He sighed, shifting his bag on his shoulder and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He stepped forwards...


...and promptly set his crutch down on a tall, blonde girl's foot. Upon which, he lost all composure that he had gathered over the car ride here, did something akin to a 180 spin on his right leg, struck the nearby wall with his shoulder, and fell into a heap on the floor. Dazed and his head still spinning, he looked around wildly until he focused on the lass that he had the misfortune of landing his crutch on. "G-gods help me-- I-I mean I'm s-sorry! Please d-don't use your powers to erase my existence from this world, I b-beg of you!" He clasped his hands together in a show of prayer, hoping fervently that this one wasn't as temperamental as...the other beings he knew in this facility.


@Cheshire Smile

 

[theunderwolf]

Avira Spyridon


"Thank you." Avira said coolly to Jasper, "I needed to work on my acrobatics and thought the recent announcement would be an excellent time to practice a joy fueled roll." She looked him dead in the eyes in a deadpan so serious and sincere, no one but Jasper, and maybe one other, would pick up on it. She liked Jasper. He was smart enough to pick up on her little jokes but thick headed enough to not ask to many scary questions. That was nice.


She was interrupted by her reverie by the Ruskie, or Roza as she was more properly named. Avira had found that out on her own, since Jasper never called her anything else. She smiled down at the girl, a little catlike. "Do you know any other tall redheads with tangibility problems Comrade?" She asked then paused at the incoming personal question, "Hmmm Winter break..." She whispered trying to find an answer that would be socially acceptable but give away nothing, "Well... I found out that white surfaces are annoying to walk on for a variety of reasons. Especially with no shoes. Hands are fun to walk on when you have little else to do and nowhere to be. Also... The north corner is the best place to dump things on people. Other then tat rater quiet. Just trying to retain my Ghoulish figure" She finished with a particularly impish glint in her eyes.

 

[TheDaftStudent]

Dante V. Niccals

Location: Main Office


With: Jason & Page


Mood: Anxious


@: @Giyari @Manic Muse

Dante adjusted his weight over and over again anxiously as he stood in front of the doors to the main office. He was reporting to the office to claim responsibility for drawing "wee-wees" on some walls. It's possible he'd drawn the graffiti, and it's possible he was just taking the blame in order to win a favor from the real "criminal". Regardless, only Dante knew the truth. And the truth was...he was guilty.


He was nervous as fuck as he knocked on the office door to announce his presence. Turning the handle he pushed the door open and walked inside. "H-hello?" He called out, his voice breaking from his obvious nervousness.





"I'm Dante, and I've come to claim responsibility for the graffiti of weens." He said shyly.





His eyes settled on the people before him, a man and woman. The Director and his clerk. He had hoped that maybe it'd just be the clerk, but he saw now it was unreasonable to think the Director wouldn't be here too this early in the day. A small groan wanted to slip out of his mouth, but he held it back.


"A-as I said, I'm here to claim responsibility for the graffiti...c-can I have the brush and cleaner, please?" He asked with a tone of dread clearly breaking free. He held out his hands for the items, and maybe even a slap on the wrist or something.





This was a bad start to an otherwise normal day, he hoped. He'd gotten silly drunk on campus and made a mistake. It happened. He was still sort of a kid. A young adult is basically a big child. Most of the time. Some of the time. A little of the time.


Okay, maybe not, but he was sometimes. He can't be expected to be responsible all the time when he already had such a weight on his shoulders. He looked up worriedly at the two staffers before him and waited for their response.

 

[crackedbat]

Rei Rinaldi


Location:


Facility 108 Campus


In the vicinity:


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@: ---

Rei, among at least a few students looking absolutely loathe to be trudging to school in the snow, stuck out like a sore thumb. They were practically beaming already, though the way their eyes shifted from the snow bank to snow bank could've been interpreted as suspect at best. They didn't want to trifle with them, was all, and the more they focused on definitely not trifling with them, the more likely -- that would definitely -- not! happen.


The air around them splintered with small crystals of ice that fluttered away with the breeze. They stifled a sneeze into the crook of their elbow. Maybe snowdrifts were a bit too exciting to be focusing all of one's mental energies on. Rei directed their attention back to the flyers posted around the facility instead.


Ah, right. Midterms. This year would be better than the last, they were sure, because they had made sure to practice not freezing their feet to the ground. Rei dug around in the pockets of their jacket for a pair of gloves, and dutifully pulled them over their fingers. It felt nice, anyway; they had some feeling returning to their hands now that they weren't completely freezing. They turned to address a student nearby:


"Did you remember gloves? Did they send an e-mail reminder for that? Tsk. They can be a bit unreliable sometimes, the staff. I'm usually prepared for things like this, though."


In the case that the person they were addressing did not, in fact, have gloves, Rei brandished another pair with visible pride for their coincidental foresight. (The fact of the matter is that they'd taken the second set of gloves from their brother, because they wanted to have options in case they got tired of blue. This pair was a pale yellow.)


"Maybe premonitions are a secondary power of mine? Haha... that's a joke... seriously, I can't do that, so don't go telling any teachers..."

 

[call me rae]

Laurel Hale




Laurel ambled slowly towards the Facility - waving a half-hearted goodbye to the packed SUV of her relatives as they all cheered her good naturedly. She could hear one of her little cousins encouraging her to “kick their butts like Mega Man” as they drove away. As the coming test was in her worst subject she rather doubted she was going to be the one kicking anything, and not just because she was seriously worried that her shoes would go flying off if she tried.


She had taken the warning to “wear gloves” to a comedic extreme and dressed in her best interpretation of cold weather gear. She was wearing a thick eyesore yellow and black jacket gifted by a cousin in Seattle, a bright neon knit cap and wooly socks made by an great aunt who was bordering on totally blind, thick tan sheepskin gloves, and galoshes the color of vomit. She had wanted snow boots but hadn’t been able to find any in her size - or rather she was given vomit colored shoes and expected to wear them which amounted to the same thing.


She might have been dressed hilariously badly but she was also incredibly warm and feeling reasonably confident that when she inevitably lost consciousness, her lunch, or ( and she was hoping this didn’t happen ) control of her bladder she would at least be reasonably well insulated.


With that happy thought in mind she brightened a little and looked around to see if she could spot any familiar faces making their way towards the Gym. She hadn’t spotted anyone that stood out to her when she was halted by a pair of pale yellow gloves being waved in her face. The owner of said gloves had the vaguely familiar look of someone she probably had in a few classes but couldn’t quite put a name too.


They seemed friendly enough though and Laurel appreciated the gesture,


“Um, yeah I got an email and everything but snowshoes and a team of sled dogs from my family so I’m good. But thanks for the offer, it’s nice of you to look out for others.”


Laurel said with a slight chuckle as she waved her hands to indicate her exploration Alaska style outfit.


“I’m sorry if this is rude but I’m horrible with names. You’re in my...First Aid Class? Collateral Damage maybe? No we did the community service at the park! It’s..um Velma? No Shirley...Greg?”


Laurel asked tentatively, getting progressively more unsure as she continued to guess at names.

location || facility 108 •• company || Ren •• tag ||

@crackedbat
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[Necessity4Fun]

Cecilia Rizzo Pellegrini

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Location: Bus AEGIS Training Facility 108


Who's around:-----


-Currently on the pursuit for gloves-

Cecilia was inside the bus and her destination was AEGIS training facility 108. It wasn't easy for her, moving around from one point of Baltimore to another, from one school to another, but she decided to do her best and who knows, maybe sleep during the bus trip.


She took out her cellphone, and checked he e-mail inbox. There was an e-mail from the AEGIS staff about some kind of mysterious test that required gloves... "Shoot! I hope I can borrow a pair on the secretariat or that another student has an extra..." she thought to herself.


As the bus trip went on, Cecilia was looking at the windows and wandering in her thoughts. Her new school was a lot nicer than her last, no one had teased her or called her names... They were actually really nice and she felt like she could make friends with some of them... Well, she could, if she wasn't always worried she might 'blow them away', quite literally.


She remembered the first time she had been at the facility. She had gone there to solve the paperwork on her moving from New York and she had caught a glimpse of the lady's computer and seem part of the file on her:


"Mistral" she sighed as she recalled it. Clearly not a codename she would have chosen herself. Okay, it did sound kinda cool, but it also was a reminder of what a destructive force she could become... Hopefully, this course she was taking on AEGIS was going to help her out with that issue.


After getting out of the bus, Cecilia walked a couple of blocks until she found the facility she was going to study at. It didn't seem THAT inviting from outside, neither looked any normal... And the big AEGIS sign on the front clearly didn't help the vision... "Well, here goes nothing" she said as she entered the building, already thinking about introducing herself on the entrance, so she would get permission to proceed, and using the occasion to ask directions to the secretariat.

 

[Giyari]

Mood: Curious


Location: Main Offices


Company: Page Morgan, Dante Niccals


@'s: @Manic Muse, @TheDaftStudent


Other: -

Director Swan - Audio


No there wasn't really an issue with the last instructions, but who wants to sit and go through the usual drawn out drawl that is standardised testing? Sure, standardised testing was a little different when you could potentially flatten a car with your brain, but it was still dull... lets not lie. Jason had figured, and maybe planned over a bottle of whisky with Red, that this would be a lot more entertaining and closer to "real life" situations one was bound to come across as a powered human.


"No, not at all, Miss Page. Your original instructions were fine, it's just that the situation changed last night with the weather. After all, we can't have our students doing athletics and the rest in this weather..." Jason mused as he walked towards the printer and picked up one of the new instruction sets. Luckily they only needed a set for each staff member so it wasn't a hugewaste of paper, something they really had to budget better on. "...but snowball fights? Different game all together, and fun too! Who wouldn't want fun."


As Mr Swan read over the various adjustments, "no lasting physical harm, avoid powers use, efficient movement" for the HNTK class, "Avoid friendlies, hit foes, don't break any ice/snow walls" for Collateral. It was going to be great, in fact, the snow might have even made things easier!


"But still, could be worse, I could be making you stand outside in it to-" and before Jason could finish with "back up the instructors, thankfully that's been dealt with" there was a quiet knock and the arrival of a student, Dante Niccals Jr. Yet another Niccals who severely lacked the ability to not be a colossal pain in the ass, but not usually a bad kid, just really annoying and awkward, especially with his power.


"You did what?" Mr Swan asked rhetorically before Dante repeated his apparent act of mindless idiocy once more.


"Weens. I mean the building's a shi-..." Jason stopped himself, he wasn't meant to be swearing in front of the kids, he wasn't a Soldier any more, not on paper anyway. "The buildings a shambles, but sure, the caretakers will have cleaning supplies. I'd happily write a note for you to gain access, if you really did what you claim, that is." Jason finished, his voice taking a sterner tone as he go to the end of his words. Sure he'd let Dante clean up if he was the culprit, someone that owes up to such an act before anyone asks about it, and thinks they deserve punishment, clearly knows they've done wrong. However, a kid that covers up for someone else's wrongs, that gets more complex.

 

[Dano]

Greg Masters


Location: Inside A.E.G.I.S Facility 108


Nearby: Director Swan (@Giyari ), Page Morgan (@Manic Muse ), Dante Niccals (@TheDaftStudent ), Leo De Luca (@CRiTiCAL ERR0R )


As Masters entered the facility, the hallway was dimly lit from the lack of movement to activate the sensors. Walking with a purpose was something Greg always did, it wasn’t something that was done consciously or to draw attention to himself, but it was the way he was raised: to have confidence in himself. Moving down the hallway, he swung into the faculty lounge to fill his water bottle with filtered water and check his mailbox. Empty. Masters was half expecting to find some sort of document that would be passed to the students about the upcoming exams, but that would indicate a decision had been made. Looking around the room, he saw a flyer with the old instructions, only this one had things crossed out and then re-written in red pen. Reading over the new information Greg shook his head. “What kind of role models are we being if we can't even keep our own instructions consistent?” he thought to himself. Walking over to the sink, Greg turned on the coffee pot and placed a new filter along with several strong scoops of fresh grounds into the machine. Upon picking up the pot and sniffing it, his head snapped back as if someone had tried to take a swing at him. The pot had obviously not been washed well before break, so Greg rinsed it out quickly, filled it with water, and then continued to pour it into the back of the coffee maker. After placing the pot back in its place, he grabbed his forest green mug from the cupboard above and rinsed and shook out the excess water to get the dust out. It only took a few minutes for the coffee to brew and Greg had taken a seat on the old brown couch in the middle of the room to read some of the headlines from today’s newspaper. Nothing exciting really happened anymore since the Commonwealth had a very, ‘simple’ way of dealing with ‘disruptions’. Tossing the paper aside, he filled his cup as well as a plain white mug with a big L on the side. Masters had gotten the mug for Leo as a big of a joke when he came to work at A.E.G.I.S, teasing him that L wasn’t for Leo…


With both mugs in tow, he left the lounge and rounded the corner, which split off to the right towards the cafeteria while straight ahead was clear view of the main office. Greg watched as a student, resembling his TA, slowly entered the office. Behind the desk was Ms. Morgan and Director Swan. “Crap… what did Dante do this time…” he mumbled to himself. Greg could see Leo enter the far side of the cafeteria but decided to check in with Dante first, the coffee could wait. As he walked toward the office, he saw Dante stretch his arms out as if asking for something, what he almost didn’t want to know. Opening the door with one hand, Greg smiled and said “Good Morning Director…” He nodded at Swan, “... Ms. Morgan” turned his head and nodded at Page, er, Ms. Morgan.


"The buildings a shambles, but sure, the caretakers will have cleaning supplies. I'd happily write a note for you to gain access, if you really did what you claim, that is." Director Swan said.


Looking down at his protege, “Dante… Do I even want to know?” Greg’s voice was more disappointed than upset, knowing that through his tough exterior, Dante still sought his approval. Masters opened the door and motioned for Dante to leave, “We will talk later… and I want to know exactly what happened.” His voice a bit harder than before.

 

[Rolling]

Maurice Jules


'Sup noob,' he said. Did an actual person in reality, not on a computer or in some fever dream, unironically use the word noob in conversation? Did that even count as a conversation? Maurice wasn't sure. She scarce had time to process what was even said before the drive-by greeter was gone, most likely off to deal with people he actually knew. Not something she could hold against him, but holy piss. 'Noob'? Really? Had this guy spent his entire life on the internet or something? Maurice closed her eyes briefly to get that line of inner monologue in check, only opening them once more when a sharp pain shot through her foot, to which she responded with an extremely sharp, harsh breath in. Excellent. Exquisite.


Let's do some simple math here. In what felt like ten or fifteen minutes, maybe even less - Maurice was not the best at telling time - she'd had the great fortune to be greeted by some net-lingo slinging tryhard, put her mind to the test with repetitive, unnecessary lines of thought, and had her foot fucking speared through by some whackjob that, upon closer inspection, seemed convinced she was going to put a fist through his face.


Where the math there was supposed to be going has actually been lost, but holy shit, what was this place? Putting that aside in favor of doing a good deed, Maurice resisted complaining about the whole incident and instead extended a hand as an offer of help, to get the weirdo back on his feet. "Hey, buddy. It's no big deal, a'ight? Yeah, it... hurt like hell, but it ain't nothing. Lemme getcha back on your feet, yeah?"


@simj22


@M0N0

 

[ManicMuse]

Page Morgan

Location : Facility 108, Main Building, Main Offices


State of being: Annoyance


Nearby: Jason Swan, Dante Niccals, Greg Masters


@'s: @Giyari @TheDaftStudent @Dano


OOC:

"No, not at all, Miss Page. Your original instructions were fine, it's just that the situation changed last night with the weather. After all, we can't have our students doing athletics and the rest in this weather...", the Director was poorly defending his change in the exam preparations. If only Page had known the details of how and who helped write up this half-cocked plan! Her sensibilities would have shattered into non existence. Luckily, what proper Page did not know was much better for everyone.


Page Morgan was not satisfied at all with the explanation of 'weather' voiding her prior work. All the same, she was not about to voice her true opinions with the Director. Especially since the idea of being sent outside could just as easily be put back on the table. It was one thing to run to work. It was another to pointlessly, yet purposely, freeze one's rear off. At that point her mind had trailed off into the horrors of the cold when Dante's mention of drawing wieners snapped her back into the moment.


Quickly, Page adjusting her glasses and cleared her throat staring at the student with shock. It was a relief when the Director started addressing the teen, as she would have had no idea what to say. Instead, the fiery haired clerk went to pulling out the old exam instructions, each had been sealed in a large yellow document envelope and even labelled. These had been in the locked drawer of her desk. Which was the 'proper' way of doing things. Instead she redirected them to the trash with a rather dramatic toss, causing them to clatter into the waste bin.


A new voice chimed in with a greetings causing Page to peer over the top of the monitor again and give a nod toward Greg Masters. He was one of the few staff who Page had run into during the winter break. The man seemed nice enough, if not a bit full of himself. Page did not hold it against him, he at least did not leave half-arsed red marker-ed flyers strewn across the facility.


With the matter of Dante's art work appearing to defuse, Page was on her feet. By this point the printer was giving off shutters of relief as it cooled down and went idle. At least the ancient equipment had managed another job without falling to pieces. Squeezing in between the Director and the printer, Page collected the remaining copies. The gap was not all that small but Page Morgan preferred a large personal bubble.


Finally, with papers in hand, she left Director Swan with his copy and strolled over to Mr. Masters before issuing him one of the still warm pages. "Director Swan has decided to change the Exam. You will need this. I apologize for the short notice, Mister Masters.", her words were pointed but clearly not at Greg Masters, as she was speaking quite clearly and a bit louder than normal. Passive aggressive complaints was about the most Director Swan was going to get out of her. All the same, Page felt them necessary. Someone had to attempt to keep some sense of order around here.

 

[crackedbat]

Rei Rinaldi


Location:


Facility 108 Campus


In the vicinity:


Laurel Hale


@: @readingraebow

"Oh, well, that's great," Rei replied, though they looked a bit downtrodden that their generosity didn't seem to amount to much. They returned the gloves to their pocket, hoping that maybe they could pull the same stunt again later to another unsuspecting student. "...er, commendable."


Laurel really came prepared for whatever awaited her, even if her family had a hand in it. Possibly more prepared than them... Before they had much time to wallow in their perceived inadequacy, Laurel began to inquire where she might've known them from. Easy enough, they had been going to this school for a year or two now--


Velma...? Really? Rei's glasses froze over out of their sheer indignation, which resulted in them worriedly taking them off and squinting over at Laurel. In that moment, their resemblance to a Scooby-Doo heroine appeared more striking than they would've liked to admit.


"Uh, no. No, and definitely no."


Shirley sounded okay, at least. In the modest, grandmotherly sort of way. Rei sighed and laid an arm over their forehead, trying to let their eyes readjust to the sunlight glinting off of the snow coating the shipyard.


"Rei, actually... Rinaldi. You're Laurel, right? Your hair is... a bit hard to miss most of the time."


They waited awkwardly for a response, shifting their weight to one foot while they turned their glasses over in their hands. The frame had been relatively untouched, but the lenses accumulated a substantial amount of frost, and would only work as a makeshift bokeh filter in their current state of being.


"If you don't mind, I think I'm going to have to run these under some hot water."