AEGIS: Training Facility 108

[Gus]

Lucas Marsolet

Location: gone away for a bit


Nearby: Rocket Raccon... and Scarecrow? Mom?! You're here too?


Mood: A bit drooly?


@s @Teh Frixz

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaarde!” He thinks.


Even as he starts his tuck, Luc realizes he is too slow by half. He is used to training with normal humans, and badly misjudged just how fast another super can be, particularly this one. She just always seemed so funny and friendly and cheerful, the last thing he ever pictured doing was fighting her. Anyway, major tactical error. What was it De Luca was always saying? Something about the impossibility of overestimating anyone wearing a class 4 limiter. He said it better. Can't quite recall the words. Something pithy that sounded deep. Really should make an effort to listen more closely, and take notes.


Somewhere in the midst of this thought, it occurs to Luc that things are taking an unusually long time to happen. He's never had a fight without his limiter on before, maybe this is what it is like? Weirdly, it is a little bit boring. He saw her hand already starting down as he began his maneuver. She's got him, dead to rights. This fight is over, and he has lost. Can't we cut to the end? Just then, her hand flops down wetly on the back of his head, scuttles like a crab down to the base of his neck, and grips tight.


“How on earth is she so strong?”


is his last conscious thought before time flips back to normal speed. She maintains her grip on his neck as she catapults over-top, and there is a terrible cracking and popping sound at the back of his neck as they skid together to a stop some ten feet away. Some part of him inwardly nods in approval at her restraint technique as she pins his upper arm with her free hand and wraps his legs with hers. Outwardly, nodding seems like a bad plan. Was that the sound of his neck snapping just then? That would be bad. Riley hisses something in his ear, demanding his attention.


“Hall Pass?”


Oooh, oooh, ooh! He knows the answer to this one. This is an easy one. Hm. Can't raise a hand, it's pinned... ...and where have his feet gotten to? Aha! He'll raise an eyebrow! ...that didn't work. Maybe he should just call out the answer? Seems rude, somehow. What was the question? Could you phrase your answer in the form of a question? Are the lights getting dimmer, or is it just his eyes? There is a flutter of panic somewhere down deep in his chest now, but mostly he just feels very peaceful and floaty. His vision is tunneling a bit now. He giggles a little, then sighs.


“Maman?”

 

[Teh Frixz]

Mood: Losing it


Location: AEGIS facility Hallway


Company: A drugged child


@'s: @Gus


Other:

Riley





"Mama?Don'tcallmethatI'mnotyourmom OOOOOOOHHHH" Riley sharply inhales, taking her first breath since she garbled something at the kid while running down the hall.


Shit the kid!!


Adrenaline spikes, kicking up her heartbeat as the world began slowing down more and more. It was like reaching in slow motion to check on him and make sure she didn't accidentally kill him or something equally awful. After what felt like ages, she makes contact again, instantly realizing when her fingers squelched against his neck that she was literally oozing a chemical concoction. Her nerves act up now, replacing the soporific goo with an oily anti depressant.


"Ohmygodohmygod" She freaks a bit, shaking her hands wildly as they splatter the walls before the first warning beep on her inhibitor interrupts. She was heading down the road into a danger state and needed to calm the fuck down.


Taking a deep breath and pulling her sleeve down over her hand, she tries as gently as she can to check him over, relief flooding through her when she felt a pulse and the kid moaned a bit. No broken bones, no injuries, just a sleeping kid.


Trying to settle a bit, she counts out loud between breaths, focusing on making now on herself. Riley goes for her radio, her hand surprisingly unable to grip the device. A shot of pain jolts through her before being dulled by another blast of painkillers. She switches hands and calls up Praxi.


"FoundawandererinthehallpraxihesnotdeadjustasleepIknockedhimoutIbrokemyhandthough." Panting for a second she continues "CometoDwinghallwaypleaseandsortthisoutmyheadisspinning..." She holds the button down for a few extra seconds, breathing heavily into the radio before letting up with an audible whoops.

 

[Suzuki Mine]

Location: Hallway


Company: Some scruffy old man


Mood: Unamused


Tag: @Teh Frixz @CRiTiCAL ERR0R

Welp, she was late. Despite the fact that the transport from the detention center had left early just to avoid this kind of situation, lo and behold, the glorious Baltimore traffic caught them anyways. Something about a guy jumping from a car. So for nearly an hour they sat at a stand still, simply waiting for things to clear up. At the very least the van had some good heating in it. The worst part was how social the officers escorting her there happened to be. It would've been one thing if they kept to themselves, but they kept trying to ask her questions and bring her in on the subject at hand. It was all Sevan could do to ignore and deflect them. Really, out of all her confiscated items, why didn't she get to have her headphones back?


As a "courtesy" to her the two dropped her off right in front of the gym, where she was to have her first class. She imagined that if she ever had a steady set of parents, the annoyance she was feeling towards the situation would have been comparable to that. One of them even wished her to have a nice day. Sevan just rolled her eyes, slid the door closed roughly behind her and started towards the double doors of the warehouse. "The last thing I need is an officer telling me that."


As Sevan pushed open the doors she was met with a darkened room, though her eyes adjusted to the lack of light well enough. The limiter may have clamped down on her more advanced abilities, but as for her enhanced senses, it only proved to dampen them. Tables and chairs sat unused, and the fainest aroma of pizza long past still hung in the air within. It was hard to pick out over the pungent and overwhelming scent of a lit cigarette. That offense was coming from the only other person in the building. Even without her enhanced sight it would've been hard to miss someone with as strikingly red of hair like this woman was sporting, coupled with the burning glow of the smoldering cherry. The detail that really caught Sevan's attention was the outfit she was wearing. She huffed in annoyance. "Great, security."


The woman slowly turned towards Sevan, pear hues meeting a dark red velvet, both unwavering. "What're you doin' here, kid?" she asked, the half finished cigarette moving just slightly as she spoke. Sevan's instant response in her mind was to tell her it was none of her business. Instead she bit it back, knowing that she needed to play nice while she was serving out her graciously shortened sentence. That didn't stop Sevan from being a little smart with the woman. "It's a habit to go strolling into dark warehouses in my spare time." She gave a huff and jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "Traffic. Officers got me here late."


At the mention of this the woman seemed to piece things together, or maybe she had just been waiting to hear her response. It was hard to get a read on her from her body language alone. "That must make you Warren." At the name Sevan tensed. She hated when people called her by her last name. She'd had it for as long as she could remember, but she had no attachment to it at all. It was just a name from someone that she couldn't even remember the face of. This time Sevan snapped back with a "Don't call me that," which in turn a smugly amused smirk pulled at the corner of the woman's mouth.


"Whatever you say, kid. If I remember right you're scheduled for De Luca's class." She pulled the cigarette from between her lips and used it to point. "Go into the main building. He's stalking around for a class to merge with. Hurry up though. My colleague is patrolling the halls for stragglers, and-" At that moment there was a crackle from her radio, followed up by a quick string of words that might've been sentences. Sevan wasn't exactly expecting to take a speed hearing test, but the security officer appeared to understand it just fine. She gave a sigh, the same hand that held the cigarette reaching down to her belt to pull her radio. "Kokinos here. Just keep breathing slow and stay put. I'll be there ASAP. Over." Cooly she clipped the radio back into place, her eyes returning to Sevan. "Looks like we're heading the same way."


Much to Sevan's irritation, the tall red haired woman followed her back outside and all the way to the building. The plus side was that she wasn't anywhere near as chatty as the two that dropped her off. They just walked in silence, the woman finishing the other half of her cigarette before they reached the main building's doors. At a particular junction she came to a stop. "This is where we'll part ways." She jerked her head towards the hallway to her left. "Keep heading on up to the front. De Luca left one of his students in the security office, so he should be returning for him soon enough." And with that she turned, her stride becoming more full as she walked off. To this Sevan gave another huff and stuffed her hands into her pockets. She'd been holding back to keep pace with Sevan. How annoying.


Making her way downtown down the hallway, Sevan initially started towards where she thought the front of the building was. As said before, she was trying to be good and play nice while enrolled here - at least when it came to the staff - so she was gonna follow instruction and head to the security office. That had been the plan previous to catching the scent of pizza once more. She stopped mid-step and slid her eyes in the direction it was coming from. Lo and behold, a man in a suit was carrying around a nice armful of pizza boxes, walking right towards her. She glanced back down the hall she had been walking, then back over to the pizza boxes... and with a shrug she pivoted and started towards him. Now that she was thinking about it, she was feeling a little peckish.


She played out her plan in her head; a quick in-and-out job. As he walked past she would reach up into one of the middle boxes. The slices there would have been kept warmer if they'd been kept stacked, and the shift in the pile would ideally cause a person to move and keep it from falling. That would serve as a nice distraction as she made off with her stolen goods. Yes, that would be the ideal. If not, she wasn't beyond ignoring the hell out of him as he yelled after her. Solidifying this in her head, as soon as Sevan was stepping to move past him she put it into motion. Her hand slipped from her pocket, and with almost deft movements she slipped her fingers underneath the flap and pushed to get inside. As soon as she felt the crust she would pull, turn her wrist to keep an opening for the slice to exit in one piece, and walk off like nothing happened.


In-and-out. In-and-out.

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Mood: Yup, this place looks totally normal. Nothing odd here.


Location: Front entrance


Company: @Swoob, @Zahzi

Chris Kravitz

With an acrobatic fuckin' pirouette, Chris descended the final building involved in his nine minute run across the rooftops of Baltimore. He decided it's definitely the jumping part that makes superheroes want to do this all the time. Running across mostly monotone roof gets monotonous.


After about 55 seconds of jogging, he stopped to take in the front view of Facility 108. It... certainly did look like the 108th AEGIS facility. Y'know, with no other frame of reference on the topic of AEGIS facilities. Didn't look quite so much like the evil lair he'd kinda built it up to be in his head over the years... except for the fact that somebody was howling inside. Why the fuck was someone howling inside? And were they saying... Moooooo?? Chris took a moment to feel sorry for anyone whose arch-nemesis might be called Mad Cow.


The next thing he noticed was the pink-haired guy just inside the door. He shifted his focus to that situation and jogged towards him.


"No... No, sir, my schedule's empty today. May I ask who you are?"


Chris swung around the door as it opened and hopped to a halt near him, expecting to see whoever it was he was talking to but... not doing that? Maybe he had one of those cool microchip earpieces like in the movies. "Uh, hey... Are... Do you hear howling?? 'Cause, uh, 'cause I hear howling. That's not normal, right?"

 

[ManicMuse]

Isabella Chase


Location: Outside the gate>Hidden in the infirmary duct system


@/ With:


Current Mood: Toasty?





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Daddies little angel, that was the term they used to describe those little darling daughters that made their father's glow with pride, or at least that is how they were betrayed in Isabella's mind. Though her father did his best, Isabella was just not one of those girls. Still the man seemed to try to turn a blind eye to her less than favorable behaviors when he could. That had been their little game for many years now. At least until the Christmas party at the start of December. Now the game had come to an end and Richard Chase was cracking down.


Unfortunately for Isabella Chase, she had not gotten the memo of the rule change. Despite being enrolled at Aegis about a month ago, the cunning little manipulative minx had not gone once. She was crafty, no one could deny that. Izzy had used every excuse in the book when it came to Daddies hired help. However, now Richard had returned from his business trip early. With pending threats of charges being pressed against Izzy for her stunt of stealing an associates car, drastic measures had to be taken.


That is why, when the school bell rang out at the private academy, Richard Chase was already out front in his black town car with no driver in sight. Moments after the bell silenced a mob of children erupted from the double doors of the school. As they filtered out, a sudden appearance of a pale thin cord like tail amongst the crowd was hard to miss. Richard watched it like a hawk while Isabella took the stairs beyond the gate outside the school two at a time.


Reaching the half way point on the steps, Izzy saw her father. His face did not reflect that of a cheerful man. They both knew without exchanging words why he was there. Izzy's icy blue orbs darted right and then left. Richard knew his daughter well enough to call out a warning, "Isabella Chase, don't you dare do it!" He was already climbing into the running car when Izzy rushed down the last of the stairs and took off down the street.


Richard slammed the car into drive and took an opening, cutting off another car to pursue her. While Isabella had the upper hand of being on foot in school traffic, Richard had the benefit of GPS on her phone. A short lived pursuit ended rather quickly a few blocks from the school. Izzy was in the back seat of the town car with a scowl scrolled across her face; listening to her father's lecture through ears she was determined to keep flattened against her head.


"Izzy, I just want the best for you. I understand that you can't always help yourself but you are becoming a young lady. It is time to start acting like it. These childish games are no longer going to be cute or funny. You could get into serious trouble, trouble that I will not always be able to get you out of. I - I need you to just try to behave for me. I have a big merger happening at work and... well the fact you crashed that car is NOT helping things. If I can tell that man you are at least attending these courses, he might be more lenient. I mean his son is also gifted.... ", as Richard continued on, Izzy tuned him out and stared out the window instead.

With the car coming to a stop, Izzy unfastened her seatbelt and crawled out of the car before slinging her backpack over her shoulder. Standing there on the sidewalk, Richard came around the car and stood before her. While giving Izzy's shoulders a soft squeeze with both his hands and staring down into her watery blue eyes, "Just do this for me, please. Be sure to remember to eat often and try to behave." With that her father brushed her pale bangs aside and placed a kiss on her forehead.





Turning away from Richard, the chill of the air and the warmth of where he had kissed her head was enough to bring out her emotions. It felt like a stone had suddenly wedged its self in Izzy's stomach. This caused her normally perky ears to once again droop; while even the arch in her spindly tail flattened a bit causing the limb to sag lower to the ground than usual. Richard saw this and took it as a sign, his stubborn daughter had surrendered. "I finally got to her, finally. I knew this would do it.", he muttered under his breath before punching a number in on his phone and hitting dial.


Isabella did feel bad about what she had done with that car after all. It had not been her fault that Richard's associate had being lying about Santa bringing it to him for putting all those people out of a job to make a company better for selling. Santa did not reward that sort of behavior! Isabella had simply been attempting to return the car to Santa. Granted she had not really thought out driving the car all the way to the North Pole but that is why she had gone to the mall instead. Though Santa helpers had seemed pretty perplexed by her asking them to get the real Santa the message.


Izzy's mind relived the events of that day as she made her way inside the gates of the facility. Once out of sight of her father, she waited for a few minutes to see if he would drive off. After a good ten minutes of waiting, it was clear that Richard was determined to ensure she did not leave. The man rambling off to someone on the phone, with his eyes glued the fence opening. Unless she was planning to take an ice bath, she was stuck here for now. "Well great.", Izzy hissed out the words and shivered slightly as the cool air leached her warmth, despite the black and white jacket she wore.


Seeing that escape from the campus was not an option, Izzy looked over the buildings. Hiding was going to be her next best bet, at least in her mind. She had heard horror stories about this place from the other kids over the years. They had made it clear that a B rank shrimp like her would be dog food here. "Unless you can shoot laser beams out your eyes kitty cat you're going to be used for target practice at 108.", the words echoed through her mind.


A large two story brick building stood before her. The bulky building seemed like it would house the most adults and kids, so Izzy crossed it off the list. Next a large warehouse looking structure toward the East. It seemed like it would not be any warmer than just standing outside and she was already cold, that one was out too.


Finally, a smaller building standing all alone caught her eye. Now that one looked just right. Given its size, she assumed it was minimally staffed and therefore perfect for hiding in for a few hours. After coming to the building, she considered what to do next. Wandering right inside would most likely leave her facing an adult with lots of questions, to which she had no answers. Instead Izzy searched the outside of the building before coming to an old sealed off vent that felt warm to the touch. The temperature of it was welcome enough that Izzy used her pointed little nails to loosen the screws of the metal panel and wiggled inside. That was normal right?


Once the last inch of her tail disappeared into the ventilation shaft, Izzy used the light of her iphone to find her custom headphones within her backpack and carefully placed them on each ear. Suddenly the song, "I'm an albatraoz", came buzzing to life in her headphones. Izzy grinned, feeling quite proud of herself. Seeing a light a few feet down the compact duct on a horizontal path, Izzy decided to investigate in hopes of finding a less compressed place to spend her time out of sight.

 

[Ryuuko Shin]

Katherine Huang

“爹, 我没事, everything’s fine. I’m fine, believe me.” She couldn't say the same about the bodies slumped down on the trash-strewn streets. They weren't wrong when they said her newest assignment took her to a hive of crime. Every alley that she hadn't peered into on the way to Facility 108 was probably crawling with would-be wannabe robbers like the ones that had the opportunity to take one glance at the White Tiger before her foot found their face. Even as she reined back her chi, these lot were going to find that every waking day from now onwards was met with the pain of a hundred broken bones. Still, it wouldn't do to just let them be. Perhaps a message to be sent was in order. She drew back a hand, and, facing the nearby wall, gouged out a chunk of the concrete, leaving a noticeable scar on the derelict building. A mark that wouldn't go ignored. A mark that meant that she could have easily killed them if she so pleased, and that the next time wasn't going to be another ‘could have’ event. Meanwhile, her father was still ranting away on the other end of the phone, and to be quite honest, she wasn't listening at this point.


Sandwiching her phone between her ear and her shoulder, she offered a hand to the young man at her feet, and helped him up. “Yes, father. Of course. No problem. Uh-huh. I’ll be good. Honor to the family. Yes.” she mumbled incoherently in between her father’s lecture, directing for the man to keep quiet. She gave a curt wave to the man who was now caught in an awkward position of wondering whether his thanks were enough, or whether they weren't, as he stumbled across his words of gratitude. She waved him off, grinning, and strode back to the black limousine waiting by the side of the road. She shut the door soundlessly, so that her father heard nothing, and waved to her chauffeur to drive on. She doubted Huang Di-Jun could hear anything over his own voice, which was comparable to the earthquakes of Japan, but still, it never hurt to be sure.


She left the phone aside, jamming it in the cup holder at her side, the volume turned up loud enough so she could make out any “Do you understand?”s he threw her way, but not loud enough so that she could still take in the sights around her in peace. She would need to take in all the sights she could. The brochures of Baltimore littered the empty seats next to her, perfect reading material if you were deciding where to go on your next vacation, but quite droll things when you were in the area itself. She found that actually looking at the real deal was an experience that couldn’t be gathered from reading it online or from brochures. As she continued gazing out into the wilderness that is the world at large, she found herself contemplating. Perhaps walking on the earth was better than flying high in the ivory towers. As her teacher once said, in Facility 066, there was always need for more heroes. But who, then, would take her father’s place? She rubbed her chin in thought, and resumed her gazing.


It was when the first peek of the facility came into view that she shot up from her seat. Very quickly, as if she had planned it beforehand, she snatched up the phone, cutting her father off in what she presumed was the third part of his forty-page lecture. “Father, I’m nearing the school now. Gotta go. Will call you later! 再见! Love you!” Without waiting for his reply, she dropped the call, and snapped the phone back into its carriage in the limousine. Given her attire, who would have expected her to carry an actual mobile phone? The limousine slowed to a stop outside the facility’s gates. Francis, the chauffeur, a trained professional in the art of bringing people around, seemingly disappeared from his seat, and in a moment, was already opening the door for the boss’ daughter. If she weren’t any wiser, she’d have thought he had super speed powers. Nodding with thanks, she hooked her foot around her duffel bag’s straps, stepped out, and with a single motion, kicked it into the air, where she caught it with one hand, swinging it around over to her back. Without a sound, Francis slipped back into the limousine. He tipped his cap to her, and at the next moment, she was left alone, in front of her new workplace, her new home (for the time being). She shifted the bag on her shoulder, and pushed the gates open. She probably broke a lock or two, but she barely noticed it. The overwhelming sense of a fresh start flooded her, and she felt she could get lost in it.


Who could get lost in--

She got lost. Apparently, fresh starts were just that. Fresh starts. She didn’t even have a map of the place. Confused and quite honestly akin to a fish out of water, she wandered about the campus grounds, her naked feet pattering across the floor, as she roamed from building to building. Back when she was in 066, everything was in one building. Or she thought it was. The place was small enough to remember, anyway. Right now, the rapid influx of information and colours was just too much to bear for her. Was she getting old? She was only twenty-four, for heaven’s sakes! Desperate for directions, she turned to the nearest available facility, and pushed open the door.


It was becoming a rather horrendous habit of hers, to act on pure instinct and not on rational thought first. Though her ears were filled with the cacophony that was Facility 108, she could barely just make out a tinny noise in the walls. She swore it was one of those pop songs that was playing from the radio of the limousine earlier, before she requested that Francis shut it off. But...inside the walls? Without thinking about the repercussions, she swung towards the source of the sound, the white-hot claws erupting from her fist, ripping through the wall, shredding it as if it were wet paper. The foundation gave way to a ventilation shaft, where she thought the song was coming from.


“谁在那?!” She spoke in Chinese, an unfortunate tendency that came up whenever she was nervous. An infiltrator? Kate wasn’t one for spy movies and such, but it was not a little known fact that the Training Facilities were highly...volatile subjects in political conversations. There was no doubt that there were several who wanted them gone. Kate stepped to one side to get a better look of the sneak-thief. She found herself looking at a girl no older than 18, with a pair of feline ears on her head. While her mind begged to give in to the instinct to instantly go “Awwww…”, she balked at the idea, especially seeing as she recognised that face from somewhere.


It took another second for the gears to click. That one dinner she attended with her father, the one with that man named Richard Chase, or something. He had a daughter with him as well. Or at the very least, he didn’t shut up about her. Huang Di-Jun, himself, was not a fan of shutting up when it came to his wayward heiress, and they hit it off quite well. Nonetheless, seeing as she never left his side, she heard all about the girl, and even saw the ‘adorable pictures’ of said child.


The same girl was in the ventilation shaft right now. Kate raised a finger, and looked as if she was about to say something, thought better of it, and rubbed her chin. After a moment longer, she finally spoke. “What are you doing there, then?”


@Manic Muse

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Luci Tolbert

Location: Security office


Mood: Bored


Company: all by his lonesome


Mentioned: @Teh Frixz @CRiTiCAL ERR0R @Gus @Swoob @STATIC

As soon as Luci mentioned the guy the two guards sprang into action, or at least, miss Kokinos sprang into action, and ran off, telling Luci to simply stay put. Not only that, but after fiddling with her limiter miss Zdunowski was off running too. Luci sighed heavily, he had really hoped to get some kind of action but it seemed like it wasn't in the cards for him today. Following the guards on the screens, Luci sat down on the chair that was offered earlier. Honestly, there was a lot of interesting stuff that seemed to happen, but Luci had really wanted to follow along.


Luci sighed again, and swung his legs as he followed the many people still around outside class. Honestly, at Luci's school there would be detentions handed out all around if anyone dared to step outside class, but here it seemed like no one really followed the rules, or at least not as strictly. Taking a bite of his slice of pizza, Luci's eyes wandered around the monitors until he found Leo. It didn't seem like he had found the teacher he was looking for yet, so Luci's eyes wandered further.


Luci took another bite of his pizza and looked around the monitors some more, and it seemed like miss Zdunowski had taken down one of the stragglers, as in literally taken down. Then again, it was possibly necessary if you took the guy's powers into account, which miss Zdunowski likely did. A small smile crept on Luci's face as he nibbled more on his slice of pizza, which was regrettably small. This place was both weirder and awesomer with every moment.

 

[Unlimited]

Leon

Location: Unknown


Mood: Irritated


Company: No one

Leon had spent too much time loitering in the city, his face being spotted by traffic cams and picked up by AEGIS. They dispatched a few soldiers and a negotiator and cornered Leon in a crowded part of town, hoping it would deter him from using his powers. And so they can justify using tranquilizers if things get out of hand. So there he was standing in the middle of a crowded street with a man shouting through a megaphone. "Look son, this doesn't have to get rough. We just want to help you learn to be a better person, to help people."


Leon snorted and picked up a bottle from the ground, he had just grabbed some energy from an exposed electrical wire so he had plenty to spare. Unfortunately when he absorbs energy it gives him a type of high, clouds his judgement and makes him highly aggressive. "Be a better person huh? Well maybe all you goody goody people are the problem, goin around kidnapping people and locking them up."


He poured some energy into the bottle and threw it at the negotiator, but one of the soldiers was a super and threw up some kind of barrier. The bottle exploded after hitting it and that's when people started to run around in a panic, but this also gave AEGIS and excuse to use more excessive means, a sniper positioned in a building behind Leon fired a tranq dart into his neck, he was out before he hit the ground.


A few hours later...

He awoke inside a small room chained to his bed, a limiter around his neck. He felt weak, hungry, and strung out with no energy left in his system. With his reserves drained he was no more than a normal human, akin to someone with a drug addiction. Sweating, out of breath, and irritable as he started to struggle in futility on the bed. "Hello?Don't I at least get my one phone call?" He tried getting someones attention by talking rather loudly, plans for escaping racing through his mind.

 

[ManicMuse]

Isabella Chase


Location: Infirmary


@/ With: @Ryuuko Shin


Current Mood: Dazed and confused





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The light at the end of the tunnel was growing bright. Scooting along, in the dark cramped duct, Izzy was quite satisfied with herself. The last foot of her tail twitched in time with bobs of her head. She was enjoying the heavy bass in her song, as it caused even her headphones to pulsate and tickle the insides of her ears. With the blasting music, the petite girl had no idea what was about to happen. Just as she reached the vent, the wall beside her disintegrated.


The thin metal sheet, which Izzy had been perched upon, buckled and the little feline girl was falling. As she fell, her body began to contort. Her tail looked like it was attempting to become a propeller, as she twisted. With only a few inches left before impact, Isabella had righted herself. Landing gracefully on all fours, crouching on the ground. A look of shock and aggravation was already apparent. Izzy's forehead was wrinkled with distain and both ears were pinned down. The headphones now dangled a few feet off the ground still attached to the iphone, which was tucked away in the top of the backpack.


The foreign words caught Izzy off guard. "Whaa?", she half hissed the word, but the confusion did get her to drop a bit of the pissed expression. Instead, fear was starting to set in. Her mind was bellowing at her,'Those kids must have been right! I am going to be dog food!'


Seeing the cots, tongue depressors and cotton balls around, Izzy was starting to suspect this was some manner of a nurse's office. Still, as she examined the woman before her, Izzy was not getting a nurse vibe. Finally, words came that she could understand, “What are you doing there, then?”


Izzy climbed to her feet, as her mind raced, working to think of a plausible excuse for why she had been crawling around the ducts. "I, err. I was practicing my stealth skills? I think I got turned around though."


This was a school for gifted kids after all, that could have been a thing. Izzy attempted to give a charming toothy smile, which exposed her tiny canines, each perfectly sharpened to a point. Just as she tried to pull the innocence card, a bit of dry wall separated from the gaping hole in the wall. The twisted metal from the shaft, which had been supporting Izzy's backpack gave way. Suddenly, the twenty pound pack came tumbling down. Instead of instinctively shifting out of the way, Isabella Chase looked up. Taking the purple pack right to the face. The collision was enough to knock Izzy on her rear end, which was followed by an audible whimper.


Peeling the pack away from her face, she appeared to be fine, other than a bloody gash on her lip. Izzy's tooth had nicked her upper lip. Giving the tender area a light dab and seeing the blood smeared across her fingers, she sniffled faintly, working to keep all water works at bay. "Can I have a gauze or something? My dad is going to be mad if I get blood on my clothes."

 

[Gus]

Lucas Marsolet

Location: Clinic


Nearby: Izzy, Katherine, and maaaaaaybe Leon? Maybe not...


Mood: What the hell just happened?


@s@Manic Muse@Ryuuko Shin @Unlimited

“You shall not prevail, Doctor Darkness! For today, Lady Justice is defended by... um. Wholey moley, did I just forget my own catch phrase?! No! It is ME! -er, It is I, SHAZ... no wait, that's not right. That's going to lead to copyright issues, and nobody wants that.” Lucas's head is all spinny, and feels distinctly wrong. His body seems to be gliding through lazy loop de loops, but with his head stuck in the middle of them, rotating in place, like a giraffe on a roller coaster made for okapi. Even within the context of dream logic, there is something not right about all this. As he tries to shake the feeling, all the colors begin to bleed out of his four color, golden age dream. Dr. Darkness prevails after all...


Dark. Why's it so dark? Sheets feel wrong. Too starchy. Smells weird. Like a hospital. Home smells like a laundry room. Why is he sleeping in a hospital, and why won't his eyes open?!


There is a terrible sound twisting metal and faint sounds of a challenge issued. Is that chinese intonations he hears? His eyes pop open, but flatly refuse to focus. In addition to the hospital smell, he now smells old dustbunnies and something burning. There is a mumble of distant conversation, a meaty thump like a giant fist meeting teeth, and then more mumbling. Is he still dreaming? Why won't his head clear? He tries to speak, but his tongue is all sandpapery and numb. He tries again, managing to croak out, “Sifu?”

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter RED Ward

Location: Aegis 108 Facility Halls;

Nearby: @Swoob @Bag o Fruit

Disposition: It's a school, not a shopping mall....

Red looked from Eden to Chris, raising an eyebrow at the new kid's questions.

Howling? Seriously?

He rolled his eyes and walked toward the two students

"If the howling is going to leave you unnerved, you might not last long here."

He stopped in front of the two students, his arms crossed.

"Trammel. If you don't have anywhere to be, I'd suggest not wasting your life here- You'll regret not using it better. New meat." He paused, looking down at Chris.

"Classes are in session. Do you know where you're supposed to go?"

It was rare for Red to talk to the students here without trying to immediately try and end the conversation, intimidating the poor children so they don't bother him again.

That insufferable therapist was on his ass constantly for being 'too mean' to the faculty and students here.

Ohh, right, because EVERYONE got the shaft like he has for the past twenty-plus years. EVERYONE gets put in this caliber of a shitstorm. No, screw that noise.

The therapist is just lucky he hasn't been terrorizing the students like he did with recruits years ago. Those scars NEVER healed.​

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Mood: Deductory.


Location: Front entrance


Company: @Swoob, @Zahzi

Chris Kravitz

How long is not long, thought Chris, a week? That's around the low end of the bell curve regarding my enrollment history... Anyway, if I wouldn't last long being unnerved by howling, that means howling is normal. Hooray, I'm clever! But also, shit, I'm in a school where howling is normal. But I guess not for long.


"New meat. Classes are in session. Do you know where you're supposed to go?"


Wait, is it still even first period? Yeah, gotta be. So what was my first class?? Knew I should have spent more time studying my schedule and less on the map. Wait, I totally know the map! Fuck classes!


"Yeah, Political Powers." Chris pointed in the direction of the howling. "It'd probably be faster for me to find my own way, but thanks! I'm Chris Kr- -is. I'm Chris." Chris offered Eden a handshake and looked Red up and down. "Aaare you the principal, or a... janitor? Guidance councilor?"

 

[yoikes]

Mitch Castle


Current Mood: Excited


Location: Political Powers Classroom


With: @CRiTiCAL ERR0R @RemainingQuestions @Gus @ViAdvena


So many thing happened in such a short time. First, Mr. Denzil helped the- uh- their unexpected guest by finding a blanket to cover to boy and then told him to grab some spare clothes in physical classes. One of the girls that entered the classroom, the one who giggled and pointed out that the boy is naked, suggested to Mr. Denzil that he should accompany the boy who already left before he could be seen by other students and teachers.


"Early bird! You're the DJ until I get back!" So he said, as Mr. Denzil hurriedly left the classroom to catch up with the boy. "Huh?" Is the only word that came out from her mouth, and Mitch quickly understood that Mr. Denzil probably say that so that anything happens someone could get the situation under control. Not like anything is going to happen, as her two classmates are as a mouse. And before they knew it, Mr. Denzil has returned to class. He picked up his cup of lemonade and turned off the music, as if saying 'Time to start the lesson!'


He started by introducing himself to her new classmates, and Mitch heard the same set of rules once again.


"How about we start by introducing ourselves, name, maybe an interesting fact or two, or even your powers, if you feel like sharing." And introduction time! Mitch couldn't help but to grin, impatient to finally learn more about her classmates... power. What they can do, what they are capable of, what she can mimic and 'borrow' for herself. She paid attention to Mr. Denzil's introduction, that got momentarily interrupted by the boy who returned the blanket he used to cover himself previously, and got slightly disappointed that the teacher did not presentate what he exactly do. Mr. Denzil then asked the girl with split hair to introduce herself. Mitch turned her attention to that girl. Is she the one with the 'gecko power'? Or is she the one with the 'something like teleportation' power?

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory

Location: Baltimore


Nearby: Various civilians. Hopefully cops on the way.


Mood: Good to be back?

Aaron rolled over heavily in bed and forced one eye open a slit to check the time. 5:57, the clock said. Three minutes before the alarm. He sighed and swung his legs out into space, dropping them to the floor to help lever himself upright. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, stretched and yawned a deep and cavernous yawn. It was full dark out, but he could still feel the relentless pull of the distant sun, just over the horizon and swinging madly toward the dawn. The moon was below him and to his left, on the far side of the planet, noticeable only as a gentle tugging, little nibbles of tidal stresses rippling across his feet like a playful puppy, begging for attention. All the rest was just a hazy hubbub: trucks and trains in the foreground with distant asteroids and spinning gas giants as backdrop. The spinning, he could do without. Only one thing to help with that: Coffee. Dark french roast beans. Conical burr grinder. French press. No cream or sugar. Cup after cup after cup poured down his throat, barely tasted. By the 5th carafe, he was ready to face the day at last.


The sun was just peeking through the snow frosted trees of north point as he stepped out his front door, and he paused to admire the interplay of light and gravity. A hint of a smile pulls at the corners of his lips, an unfamiliar but welcome feeling, as is the brisk air. His last two winter seasons were spent passing through the tropics, and he has truly missed the cold. It is invigorating to the soul, and proper that winter should have a keen bite to distinguish itself from fall, rather than an endless humid miasma, undifferentiated and cloying. Baltimore may not feel like home just yet, but it will do, to start.


The school was at most a two hour walk away, and he wasn't due to meet with Director Swan until lunchtime, but after two years on the road, it felt strange to just sit at home and wait for the earth to spin to the right spot in space. Anyway, he hoped to be able to tour the facility on his own, to get a feel for the reality of it prior to the official tour. Maybe the director wouldn't like that, but it was worth a try. He was also curious to see what sort of preparations they were making for the semester's final exams. Perhaps one of the other teachers would give him some candid advice about how best to prepare his students for the next exam. He began to review in his mind what little he knew about the other staff at the school, considering who he might approach first. Perhaps a janitor? The janitors and the secretaries always know what is really going on.


Aaron was so deep in his thoughts he almost failed to notice what was about to happen right in front of him; a young child darts out of a house just across from him and scurries toward the street, heedless of traffic at this early hour, clearly thinking only of making it to the bus stop on the next corner before the bus does. Aaron can feel the bus, almost three blocks away, and it is on the tip of his tongue to shout at the child to slow down and look both ways, when he realizes what is about to happen! He does not need to see the SUV barreling up the street behind him to know its driver doesn't see the child. He can feel its momentum, already murderous and accelerating, calculates the intersection of its trajectory with the child in a heartbeat and with chilling precision. With a mighty effort, he hurls himself headlong into the street, catching the grill of the vehicle fully in the face, with a horrible noise of fiberglass and vinyl panels pulverizing and deeper metal structures screeching in protest as they are twisted into new shapes.

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[Teh Frixz]

Mood: Lost it


Location: AEGIS facility Clinic


Company: A drugged child


@'s: @Gus


Other:

Riley





Alright then, time was up.


Riley in all of her infinite wisdom and general adeptness at handling emergencies, spikes her blood with another shot of amphetamines and throws the kid on her shoulder. Her shoes nearly burning the rubber off her shoes as she got up to speed. The kid was heavy but she didn't feel it as her hands gripped hard enough to leave bruises on the boy for the next week or so but she wasn't about to let another slip happen, no sir!


Almost missing her turn, she quickly dumps the kid off in the clinic, figuring the nurses there knew enough about their favorite living pharmacy to know that the kid was probably fucking around where he shouldn't have been and got knocked out by something Riley goobed out of her pores. Now it was just a matter of getting her heart rate back down the more 'dramatic' way this time.


Riley takes a breath and steps back into the hall, her wrist already stiffened up. Feeling the same sort of cool shiver she got when concentrating on what her body was doing, she tries to think of calming things. Quiet foggy forests, empty beaches, the silence of space without the stars. A bunch of bunk but it seemed to be working. The telltale dull throb of something pumping into her body already kicking in as she smacked her lips once in an attempt to figure out the taste.


Bitterness with an aftertaste of sweet, sorta like that nasty blood orange stuff she bought on a whim. Sweetness usually meant something to take the edge off but if it was too strong it'd come off with a taste of almonds. The fluid in her mouth continued to flow, a slight spike in her heart rate when she realized what it was. She doubles over, coming back up with a smile on her face and pupils dilating.


Mescalin was ripping through her body, the world starting to warp and alight with color. From below her eye line, a ding noise happens and the sound seems to visually float away. Large cartoonish letters slipping out the door and down the hall. She laughs a few more times before everything starts to get harsh and the mescalin begins to vanish in her system. The inhibitor cranking back on with brute force right when things started to get good.


Only now does she feel her wrist. The joint seemingly sparking in pain as she fell back into a chair to hold it tight against her body. The kid was safe, she was a bit hurt but overall, not a bad trip after all. Riley smiles through the pain, letting the nurse start applying ice and wrapping it up.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Mood: nervous


Location: political powers classroom


@'s: @Gus @RemainingQuestions @Gus @ViAdvena


Other:

Tabitha





The door creaks open and what seems to be, by the size of her, another teacher walking in. But then the details become obvious, the downcast eyes, hair covering most of her face, notebook with various bumper sticker slogans on it, that this was no teacher but a student. Despite her obvious height, she takes an absurd amount of small, shuffling steps until she was within whisper distance of the teacher.


"Tabitha Crane...this is political powers Class?"


She stands there awkwardly, not looking at anyone else in the room. Truth be told, she seems to be somehow withdrawing into herself, attempting to make herself as small as possible.

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Denzil de Klerk

Location: Political Powers classroom


Mood: Happily suprised


@'s: @ViAdvena @Teh Frixz @too much idea

The door creaking open suprised Denzil, as he thought he'd had the complete class already. The girl that stepped in seemed nervous and nearly scared. "You're in the right room, why not take a seat?" Denzil gestured to the many open seats with a smile. He leaned back against his desk and stroked the soft leaves of his mint plant. "Don't worry, you didn't miss anything important." Denzil wanted to make sure that the girl felt comfortable, he didn't want her to be afraid during his class, but he didn't know how to do that just yet.


He smiled at his students, and called up the list that had their names and photo's as the latest addition took her seat. "Right, introductions," He glanced at the screen, and then at the students sitting in front of him. "Right, Mitch, you were enthusiastic enough to arrive first, how do you feel about starting this off too?" Denzil hoped that Mitch would be a safe bet, since she really did seem enthusiastic, and also quite outgoing. Still, it could be that she was a lot more insecure around her peers, but she hadn't shown that yet.

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory

Location: Baltimore, Edgemere, Ruth Avenue


Nearby: Angry young man, gawking crowd


Mood: Just three minutes until the cavalry arrives...

The SUV had wrapped itself around him in the world's most awkward embrace, all angles and corners. The right front tire had bent sideways around behind his head, while the left one was more or less flattened out against his hips. Aaron gently nudged the car back a foot or so, and popped up from the ground in a three point stance, pivoting on one knee to check if the child was ok. He caught just a glimpse of a wide eyed expression of awe mixed with horror before she turned and fled up the street to her bus stop.


“Well, that's one safe anyway.” he murmured to himself


Rising to his feet, he stepped out of the cloud of steam from the radiator and came around to the driver's side of the car. A quick look told him the driver was the sole occupant of the vehicle, a young man, perhaps in his mid twenties. He looked dazed and had a slight nosebleed but otherwise appeared to be unharmed. The airbag had deployed and he was covered with the powder from that. The door was jammed, but he just worked his fingers into the frame behind the handle and peeled it off as one might peel an orange. The window cracked, but did not shatter. The youth turned to look at him, puzzled, and Aaron searched his memory for the standard questions for concussion evaluation. That he had to reflect on this, even for a second, reminded him starkly just how long he had been out of this game.


“Sir, do you know where you are?” he asked.


The kid's eyes flicked up and down, taking him in, as if trying to figure out what his game was.


“Who th'fuck are you supposed to be? Why'd you jump in front of my car? And where th'fuck is my fuckin' phone?”


Aaron repeated the question, pulling out his own phone to dial emergency services. The kid might not have a concussion, but it was a good bet he might, and better to get an EMT to check him out than to trust his own judgement.


“Baltimore. Edgemere. Ruth Avenue. What are you, stupid?” he sneered.


“Just checking. Can you tell me today's date?”


“911, what is the nature of your emergency?”


“Friday the thirteenth, dummy! Is that why you busted up my car? Just dumb luck?”


Aaron held up a hand to the driver, index finger raised, and turned half away, giving most of his attention to the call. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the school bus pulling up to the bus stop up the street and the accumulated children piling onto it.


“Yes, hello. There's been an accident near the corner of Ruth Avenue and Alexander. Single car vs a blue-card, protecting a jaywalking minor. Minor unscathed, blue-card unscathed, car totaled. Driver agitated but knows his location and todays date. Could you please send an ambulance and a police cruiser?”


“Uh, yes sir. I can do that. Are you the blue-card holder, sir?”


“Agitated? Motherfucker you wrecked my car! I'll show you agitated, you freak!”


The driver was shouting now, and people were starting to come out of their houses on both sides of the street to see what the commotion was. Aaron shifted his phone ear a little further away from the ranting, and opened his free hand the rest of the way, showing his palm in an unmistakable gesture of 'please stop.'


“Yes ma'm, that would be me. I was on my way to work, but I can wait here until the EMTs arrive. Do you have an ETA for that”


“Sir, I think that would be best. Thank you for your service sir. ETA 4 minutes.”


“Thank you ma'am. Your job makes ours possible.”


The connection broken, he turned back to face the civilian, now trying to get out of his car. He moved in close, blocking the kid in as best he could without actually touching him, or even the car. Up close, his presence can be intimidating, and he hoped that would be enough to calm the young man down. In the most reassuring tone he could muster, he said


“Sir, I really think you should try not to move; you may be injured. Please wait for the EMTs to come and assess you. I will stay with you until they get here. It should be just a few minutes.”


The kid rolled his eyes hard and tossed his head back against the headrest, but he stopped trying to get out at least. Meanwhile Aaron could feel the bus's approach, hear its air brakes hiss as it came to rest behind him. He turned to face the bus driver, who wore a scowl. A crowd had begun to form on both sides of the street, and Aaron struggled to remember his public relations training lessons. Situations like this had always made him nervous.


“Hey now! Did you scare one 'o my kids? She got on the bus this morning shaking like a leaf and pale as a ghost,” the bus driver called out.


“I am very sorry to hear she was frightened! Normally I try to have more finesse about such things, but as it was, I barely had time to stop this vehicle. A split second more and she'd have been struck and likely hospital bound. I am just glad she was able to get on your bus. Is she ok otherwise?”


“Hn,” he grunted “I guess she will be... You be more careful in the future though, eh?”


“I certainly will try.”


As the bus rolled away, he saw the girl with her forehead pressed against one of the windows, waving to him shyly. He waved back, and then turned to address the crowd.


“Good morning all! Terribly sorry to have disturbed you. Little bit of an accident here, but everyone seems to be ok. Ambulance should be here any minute now, just as a precaution.”


And that was when the kid sucker punched him.

 

[Suzuki Mine]

Location: Hallway


Company: None (and that's the problem)


Mood: Business (normal)


Tags: @Teh Frixz @Gus


OOC: Looks like Praxi's gonna be around for a little longer~

From the time that Praxi left Sevan to the time that she arrived at the designated location wasn't a very long period of time. In fact, it may have been a little longer than what would have been normal for the long legs of the woman; about a minute or so. From the sounds of things from the transmission she had received from Riley, she had grabbed herself a class skipper and had gone a little bit overboard in the process. Then again, perhaps the force was warranted. In a school full of super powered individuals, sometimes it was better to tackle first and ask questions while tackling. Either way, if there was one then there was bound to be others. Trouble never came in solo. As such, Praxi took a little extra time to glance around down halls, peer inside of classrooms through the windows on the doors, and even make a brief cursory check in the bathrooms.


Probably not the best idea in hindsight, as when she got to the spot neither Riley nor a student of any kind were to be found.


"Zdunowski," she muttered aloud, allowing herself enough of a break in her stoic mask to pinch the bridge of her nose. Her mind began to entertain scenes of a wired Riley trying to dump a "dead" student into the bay. Sure the broken wrist may have slowed someone down in this kind situation, but not everyone had the capability of pumping enough pain killer into their system to override that. Maybe it was a bit insensitive to jump to that conclusion, what with her having been without incident for some time now, but that was just how Praxi's mind worked. No one smiled just for the sake of smiling. Even the nicest person could still wield a weapon. "Just tell me that you brought the kid to the infirmary."


Well, there were steps she had to take now that the situation had changed. Once more the red-haired woman reached to her belt and pulled the radio. "Zdunowski, this is Kokinos. I'm looking at a very empty hallway where you were suppose to be. Mind telling me what the situation is? Over." She let up on the call button and began to count in her head. If thirty seconds went past without an answer, she was going to start towards the infirmary. If she got a call before then... she would probably still start walking towards the infirmary unless she was told otherwise. Despite the doubt that crawled in her mind, she was giving Riley the courtesy to explain herself before Praxi started letting her cynicism take hold completely.

 

[yoikes]

Mitch Castle


Current Mood: 'oh shit why me'


Location: Political Powers Classroom


With: @RemainingQuestions @Gus @ViAdvena @Teh Frixz


ps: uh i write it assuming that Tabitha and Mitch knew each other already/Tabitha has been around long enough for Mitch to know her and what her power is





The door creaked open, revealing a familiar hulking figure that stepped into the classroom together with a word that popped inside her head 'Growth'. She watched as Tabitha approached the teacher, quietly said something to the Mr. Denzil. Mr. Denzil answered hers, trying to calm her down by telling her that she didn't miss anything. Then, Mr. Denzil continues the introduction session. He glanced at the screen, and Mitch knew he's going to randomly pick one of them to start.


Please, not me. Mitch hoped. I want to show off a little bit.


Mr. Denzil turned at his students, looking straight at her as he says "Right, Mitch, you were enthusiastic enough to arrive first, how do you feel about starting this off too?"





"Yes?" Mitch blinked, then realize that her name has been called and she is the first to introduce herself. Not fun, but there's nothing she can do. So she stood from her seat, scratching her neck nervously as she figured that it would be better if she introduced herself in front of the class. With a big smile on her face, she introduced herself with a loud and clear voice. "My name is Mitch Castle, you can call me Mitch or Castle. Uh... I'm B ranked, and my power is to... um, borrow someone else's power. For example... Tabitha, i'm borrowing yours."


Growth, she said to herself. C'mon, you saw her using this power before.


And as if answering her, her body started to stretch and grow bigger. She grew as tall as Tabitha, then as the door, and keep on going bigger. Lack of training makes her forget how to exactly control her growth, and she is slightly worried that she will destroy the school building. But the moment her head hit the ceiling (hard), somehow she stopped growing and started to revert back to the original, normal sized Mitch. She forget but her body did not is the best explanation she could give.


"Something like that." Mitch ended her introduction, and went back to her chair.

 

[Gus]

Lucas Marsolet

Location: Clinic


Nearby: Izzy, Katherine, and Riley


Mood: Groggy…


Also flustered. A little. Ok, a lot.


@s@Manic Muse @Ryuuko Shin @Suzuki Mine @Teh Frixz

As his vision began to clear, Lucas could make out a door off to his left. The voices he had heard seemed to have come from that way. That explained the muffling; maybe his ears were ok at least. He kicked off the sheets and swiveled to face the door, then cautiously sat up. His head stayed on. So that was good. Gingerly, he touched the back of his neck, massaged it a little... it seemed to be fine. As he took his hand away, he caught a whiff of something that smelled... odd. His fingers had an odor of something familiar that he couldn't place. Drugs of some kind? Was that how Ms. Zdunowski had put him out so fast? Better than a broken neck anyway, he mused.


On reflection, she probably could have done that too, easily enough. He'd never seen anyone react so fast. He lay back down and sighed heavily. He stared at the ceiling without really seeing it, and let his thoughts drift. He was going to need to rethink his entire training regime. He had been into JKD since he was five, and was a pretty solid martial artist, or so he had thought. Apparently, that was only among 'normal' people. What Ms. Zdunowski had showed him was that he was going to have to seriously up his game, to react on pure instinct, and not as if he had time to pick and choose among his viable options in a fight. Master Lee had said to be like water; when water is in a cup, it becomes the cup. Fighting fellow supers though... he wasn't sure how to become that cup.


Ms. Zdunowski though, she knew somehow. She understood how to transcend the restraints of society and fight like there was nothing else but the fight. And he needed to know that. Maybe after classes were done, he could ask her to give him some pointers on cutting loose. The very idea of that frightened him. Letting go was not ok. But not knowing how to let go? That was worse. That left untapped potential, and clearly could get him killed in a real fight. Or worse: cut loose without guidance, and maybe he'd become a killer himself. Definitely have to get some help with that. Classes hadn't touched on this. How could any classroom experience get at it?! He needed somebody who had been out there, doing it for real. Someone like... Ms. Zdunowski.


Restless, he flopped over onto his right side, and there she was, lying right in the next bunk! Lucas rubbed his eyes, not yet convinced that he wasn't hallucinating. Maybe an after effect of the drugs? He blinked twice, hard, but she stubbornly remained. He pivoted over the edge of his bunk and sat up to get a better look at her. Asleep and tucked in, it was hard to square what he was seeing with his earlier experience. She looked like a perfectly ordinary girl, at most a few years older than him. If it weren't for the uniform, she'd easily pass for a fellow student. Maybe a little more muscular than most girls he knew, but nothing to indicate she had kicked his sorry ass in a split second. He rested his chin in his hands, elbows on knees and peered at her, trying to somehow glean her secret to fighting from her sleeping face, but seeing nothing of it.


A sudden burst of static, and the radio beside her pillow crackled to life: "Zdunowski, this is Kokinos. I'm looking at a very empty hallway where you were supposed to be. Mind telling me what the situation is? Over."


Riley sat bolt upright in bed, eyes popped open, arms flailing for the radio.


Lucas shrieked something incoherent somewhere in between French and Englishand scuttled backward so quickly that he flipped over the other side of the bunk. His head smacked off the floor with a sound like an over-ripe coconut, then he fell flat, facedown, and lay still.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Eloquence was key.


"Blargle!"


She shouts out loud when the radio crackles. She must have messed up a little with her inhibitor after checking in with the nurses. The cocktail of metabolic steroids, antibiotics and a slight tap of some heavy painkillers must have put her over and knocked her out. She'd meant to let Praxi know the situation but that sort of fell by the wayside. The room was nice and warm, a pleasing hum in the background. It'd been a long couple of days and the last hour had been taxing. A little nap never hurt.


Or did it? By the tone of the other guard she could sense irritation. Riley grabs the radio with her good hand, temporarily putting the French-english shout fest on standby. "This is Riley. I'm- We're fine, I just took the kid to the infirmary to be safe." She runs through the mental list she had on most of the students. "Turned out to be...uh...Luke?...Luke wandering the halls. Gave him some soporifics and he passed out. He's up now, it's alllll gooooo-"





Riley holds the button down for a few moments before releasing it after realizing Praxi couldn't transmit as she watched the kid smack his head. "Yep! ALL GOOD" She transmits again before hopping out of bed. Dialing her inhibitor in to a quick ten second burst she started breathing hard and fast in an attempt to hyperventilate. Four seconds in and she felt the uppers in her blood again as well as her mind skipping three gears.


"Fuckingidiotsmackingheadwakeup!" She speaks while inhaling through clenched teeth as she rubs her pointer and middle finger over her gums, coating them, and then sticks them up the kids nose. If it was a light enough smack, he should pop right back out of it...


The radio squawks off to the side while she holds her fingers there until her timer goes off and the high starts coming down. Withdrawing her fingers, she shakes the kid, urging him to wake up before Praxi came back.


@Gus @Suzuki Mine

 

[Gus]

Lucas Marsolet

Location: Clinic


Nearby: Riley. And a million tiny blue lights.


Mood: … and ...but then !!!, and a bit of ??? and now !!! again! …and finally… zzz!


@s@Manic Muse @Ryuuko Shin @Suzuki Mine @Teh Frixz

Lucas's Eyes popped open so wide he saw the back of his own head two or three times before finally coming to rest on Riley Zdunowski's face like the wheels on a slot machine.


“Shi-Fu, Simonaquanon? Que-sera-chie-Pet-pet.. petpetpeutetre... pretty? Prendre! Non! Apprendre!” He ground his teeth in frustration, unsure why his brain wouldn't work right. “Enseignez-moi!”


He stared up at her in a mixture of terror and fascination, willing her to understand, but instead she just broke up into a million tiny blue lights and flew around the room. He understood he needed to swat at those a while, so he did. Then he fainted again, smiled, and curled up in a ball.

 

[Swoob]

eden trammel

At TF108


With Chris Kravitz, Hunter Ward


OOC well its about time i got back huh

"An overseer and a man of science," the creature replied in a harsh, robotic voice that grated at his ears so painfully it seemed to tear the skin. "I am Sigismund." Although his voice was monotonous and indifferent, his presence pushed on Eden's body with an urgency that boiled his blood.


Trying to stay calm, he responded, "I see. Sorry, but how do you know me? I don't really remember you." Sigismund released a warped series of noise bursts.


"We have never met."


"I-I see." Eden's voice trembled with bewilderment. "What exactly—"


"Eden Trammel, listen to me and stop talking for a second," Sigismund snapped, stabbing his ears. "This is very short, but very important, so pay attention. You and many others from this facility will be a key factor in the near future. They're returning. Seek them."


The discomfort bubbled out of his searing throat and he said angrily, "The fuck do you mean?"


"You'll know!" he yelled. "Stop asking me needless questions. Now, goodbye." Sigismund's robotic legs creaked and exhaled, dragging the heap of metal around the corner and out of existence. Eden slowly relaxed with its disappearance, his body cooling. Sighing, he pressed a finger to his inner ear and extracted it slowly, examining it. Hot, dark blood painted the tip and dripped forebodingly down onto his palm. He shivered.


"Uh, hey..." a soothingly human voice called smoothly from behind. "Are... Do you hear howling?? 'Cause, uh, 'cause I hear howling. That's not normal, right?" Turning around, Eden faced a smaller, black-haired student and Mr. Ward.


"If the howling is going to leave you unnerved, you might not last long here," he said, then turned to him. "Trammel. If you don't have anywhere to be, I'd suggest not wasting your life here—you'll regret not using it better."


"Fu—" He gulped down his words, restraining his impulse. "Thanks, Mr. Ward, but I'm fine. I don't come here a lot on days off anyway."


Mr. Ward turned to the new student. "New meat. Classes are in session. Do you know where you're supposed to go?"


"Yeah, Political Powers," the student responded, somewhat flustered, pointing down another hall. "It'd probably be faster for me to find my own way, but thanks!" He turned, extending a hand to Eden. "I'm Chris Kr- -is. I'm Chris."


"I'm Eden," he replied, mouth turning slightly upward. "Nice to meet you." He clasped Chris's hand and shook it for a split second. Then, a pang of fear smacked his stomach as he realized the hand he was shaking with and ripped it back as if he had touched a hot stove. "Shit, sorry!" he exclaimed. However, looking down at his hand, the blood was no longer there. He peered over at Chris's hand, but there was nothing on his either. "Uh, never mind, I guess."


Chris turned to Mr. Ward. "Aaare you the principal, or a... janitor? Guidance counselor?" Eden chortled disgustingly, making no effort to hide it.


"Yeah, Mr. Ward's the best guidance counselor in Baltimore, man. If you have any problems, you should go see him!"

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter RED Ward

Location: Aegis 108 Facility Halls;

Nearby: @Swoob @Bag o Fruit

Disposition: Maybe Trammel likes cremation.

Before Hunter could answer Chris' inquiry, a certain suicidal pink-haired kid decided to test whether or not Red was in the mood to kill a child. Wouldn't be hard. This facility had shit cameras. Only one, traumatized witness that everyone would write off.....

Seriously, you need to stop thinking about these things whenever someone gets smart with you around.

Hey, you and I BOTH know it'd only take five.....Six seconds at MOST.

I don't CARE how little time it would take. You're supposed to be the ROLE MODEL HERE, RED.

Fuck your Role Modeling and everything it stands for.

Red rolled his eyes before looking back to Trammel with a smirk on his face.

"Ah, Eden...Funny." Red placed his hand on top of Trammel's head, ruffling the hair a bit.

"See, if you were my age, you'd be thrown out the window by now."

He then walked past the two, heading towards his own classroom.

"New Meat, get to class. Pinkie, keep up your tact and you'll regret iiiit~"

It was about time to see if anyone had been brave enough to show up to his class anyway...​