AEGIS: Training Facility 108

[Bag o Fruit]

Mood: Rrrrright.


Location: Above hallway to Political Powers


Company: @Teh Frixz

Chris Kravitz

[dice]23334[/dice]


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


"Uhhh, okay." Chris inconspicuously made sure his hand had not caught fire or something. So, judging by what he had seen so far of Mr Ward's personality and Eden's burst of mirth, Ward was probably... a poor guidance councilor. Or a good janitor. He did seem to be fuming... "I'll totally do that!"


"Ah, Eden...Funny. See, if you were my age, you'd be thrown out the window by now." Reigning theory: poor guidance councilor. But Chris had met worse.


"New Meat, get to class. Pinkie, keep up your tact and you'll regret iiiit~" "Huh? - Yeah, class! Political Powers, where we learn... um. Politicals." Smooth.


Chris turned to run off after Mad Cow. "Eden, nice to meet you, Mister Ward... probably see you soon!" He jogged down the hallway leading to Political Powers, with no intention to attend, and in following some sounds of struggle found an empty stretch of hallway that smelled... sweet. And pretty strongly of ammonia, at least to Chris's nose. Chris walked in circles for a few minutes, determining the direction in which the scent trailed. Almost as soon as he had a clear direction, he noticed the sound of moderately heavy boots, soon to round the corner.


Shitfuck! Chris, panicked, feverishly examined his surroundings, slightly opened a nearby door, ran up to one wall and kicked off it, bouncing to the other and back until he met the ceiling. There, he balanced on top of the open door and clambered up into the ceiling panels. Finding vaguely trustworthy aluminum holds, he held himself up in the close quarters and moved the panel back into place. So this blonde walks into a bar...


The boots came to a rest just below him. "Zdunowski... Just tell me that you brought the kid to the infirmary..." So.. someone's in here, and they've already claimed a victim!


A click, a bleep. "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." Bleep! ... Bleep! "-olimerdemadi-" "This is Riley. I'm- We're fine, I just took the kid to the infirmary to be safe." CLATTER "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-" Whok! "Yep! ALL GOOD" Bleep!


So there wasn't an intruder but what was important was the obvious: Commonwealth agents were stealthily kidnapping troublemakers and taking them to the 'infirmary', which was either a crematorium or a laboratory. Or like a brainwashing center. That could be it.


Chris briefly debated whether to sneak attack this jackbooted 'Kokinos' or to go rescue Luke from her evil clutches.

 

[DJ MagicHat]

Asher Torchinovich


Location: Mental Discipline classroom


Tags: @Zahzi, @welian, @Gus, @Necessity4Fun


OOC: I'm really really sorry this took so long to get to...Real Life Shenanigans happened. Things do finally seem to have calmed down to a tolerable level, so I should be able to post more frequently now.


Finally, he thought to himself. It had taken him far too long to get here - in fact, it felt like it had taken him about two months to get here, and it really shouldn't have. But Asher Torchinovich was finally here, with his box of madness and shenanigans - madnanigans? Shenanigadness? Madnanigans, probably - and it was in this pivotal moment that he lifted a booted foot and firmly blasted the door to his classroom open with a solid kick.


"HELLO AND WELCOME TO MENTAL DISCIPLINE!" he shouted at nearly deafening tones compared to the average instructor. He strode through the door casually, letting it slam behind him without even a flinch.


"HERE YOU SHALL LEARN THE EVER-CRUCIAL SKILL OF MAINTAINING YOUR FOCUS WITH AN IRON WILL FIT TO MAKE THE BEST MARINES WEEP!" His voice did not lower in pitch, nor make any effort to slow down at all. If anything, both features fed into each other and it started getting worse.


For the students, at least.


He quickly strode over to his desk, where he slammed the box of trinkets down and pulled out a sombrero, slamming it onto his head. "IT IS YOUR JOB, WITH YOUR NEWFOUND ABILITIES - OR NOT, AS THE CASE MAY BE FOR SOME OF YOU WHOSE NAMES I SHALL NOT MENTION IMMEDIATELY - TO MAINTAIN A KIND OF VIGILANCE OVER THEM. YOU ARE NOT TO LET CONTROL OVER YOUR POWERS SLIP, SWAY, FALTER, WOBBLE, PETER OUT, FADE, OR BE DISCOMBOBULATED IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, FORM, OR DESIGN!"


He dropped a boombox onto the desk and started playing



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"MY NAME IS ASHER TORCHINOVICH, AND I SHALL BE YOUR GUIDE ON THIS MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR!"


click. The floor lit up like something out of Saturday Night Fever. Asher began to breakdance.


"PLEASE KEEP YOUR EXTREMITIES INSIDE THE VEHICLE AT ALL TIMES WHILE IN MOTION!" He pulled his arms in and spun faster, before coming to a stop on one side in what he always knew of as "The Pose."


"YOU THERE!" His head snapped as his gaze locked onto a seemingly terrified newcomer. "What color are the socks I'm wearing right now? FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! ZERO!" Without waiting for a response, he pulled a small notepad and pen out of his shirt pocket and began scribbling furiously.


He then got up, dusted himself off, turned off the music and the floor, and strode calmly to a somewhat comfortable position behind his desk.


"You may think you have control over your powers," he continued at a normal voice. "But powers or not, we're only human. Things happen. We get startled. That girl down the hall sees a spider and shrieks in terror. You wake up from a bad dream, covered in cold sweat." He grinned a little bit. "Your neighbor decides to throw a party and starts blasting their music way too loud at 2 a.m., the day before an exam."


"There are all kinds of things that can cause you to lose control, even momentarily," he said, speaking so the acoustics of the room would work in his favor, "and all it takes is a moment's lapse for everything to go spiraling out of control. For some of you, that might not mean much. For others..." he glanced around the room. "Well, I think that explains itself. You need to maintain a constant mental vigilance, an alertness that cannot be broken by any human-well, any normal human, at least. But the fewer supers capable of breaking your will, the better."


He started stuffing his trinkets and things back into the box from whence they came. "Please note," he continued, "that this will NOT be what every class is like. I simply wanted to...give you ideas. Get the gears turning, as it were. Your homework for the next lecture: practice. I want you all to start practicing your iron wills, your ability to maintain focus despite distractions. We will begin going through various exercises to enhance your practice in the next lecture, and we will cover various aspects of the appropriate theories when and where necessary. That is all for tonight! Class dismissed!"


And with that, Asher picked up his box and strode out of the room, box under one arm and without a clue as to how many students would show up to the next lecture...or if he'd even be on time for once.

 

[Suzuki Mine]

Location: Hallway » Security Office


Company: Luci


Mood: Unamused


Tag: @RemainingQuestions

Her little heist had been met with a resounding success. Not only had she escaped from the scene with the goods in hand, but she had also done so without any form of pursuit. To that she could only give a huff. Maybe the old man carrying the things was too focused elsewhere. She appreciated not being tailed, but at the same time had been hoping for more of a reaction. It was just normal.


Ah well, free pizza.


Rolling her shoulders to rid herself of the mild disappointment, Sevan continued her way down the hall and around the corner to break line of sight. Now that she had what she had come to get, it was back to trying to behave and make her way to the Security Office. From the way things were beginning to lay themselves out she was getting the feeling that she was right next to the front of the school. The red haired woman had said the office would be somewhere around there, but so far she hadn't seen anything that looked like such. Somewhat irritating, but after another minute or two of looking around she found a place that gave some promise.


Through an open door Sevan caught sight of a couple of desks, and placed on the wall before said desks was a collection of monitors showing different locations - which she assumed were around campus. She also noticed the soft illumination coming from someone inside. Questionable at best, but it was the first place that screamed "I'm watching you" since the guard at the facility she was being held at."Typical Commonwealth affiliate for you." Taking a bite from her pizza, she wordlessly entered the room, stepped off to the side of the doorway and leaned back against the wall. She didn't care to call attention to herself. She just wanted her teacher to show up - or not show up - and be left alone for the most part; just her and pizza.


Even that would be gone soon enough.

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory

Location: Facility 108 (finally!)


Nearby: Director Swan?


Mood: Tired and footsore.


@s @Giyari @Zahzi @Bag o Fruit @Swoob @Suzuki Mine @Aldur @RemainingQuestions

Aaron had plenty of time to think on the walk back from the police station. What a mess he had made of the day! First that poor kid broke both his hands. (Aaron tried to duck the second swing, but the kid was just too quick for him—he really needs to get into a gym and get back to fighting trim. 20 years ago, neither of those punches would ever have landed.) It was at that point the crowd had started to turn ugly. Not threatening exactly, just... mistrustful. None of them had seen what happened apparently, but here was this smashed car and a kid with two broken hands, so they had concerns. Looking back on it, he could have handled that better too. Perhaps he needs a refresher course on public relations 101, as well as a to drop a couple hundred trillion tons. By the time the cops got there all the witnesses were convinced that he had wrecked this poor kids car by jaywalking and then broken his hands out of spite. Aaron heaved a heavy sigh.


The policeman wasn't much help either, though at least the EMTs were nice. They got the kid squared away and reassured Aaron that he didn't have a concussion, and that his hands weren't as bad as they looked. Young officer Scherba though, he wanted to make it really very clear that he didn't trust 'You costumed types.' Nope. Not one bit. First he wanted Aaron to shut down his 'twinkerbell' effect so he could get a good look at his face. Trying to explain about the interaction between light and gravitation did not go well. He seemed briefly mollified when he found that the photo on the blue card was equally blurry, and the notation that yes, he really did look like that all the time, but then he noticed that the card had expired in 2029. That was when he had started to get ugly. He insisted that they had to go up to the precinct in Dundalk. Aaron had protested that he had to get to work, and immediately realized that had been the wrong thing to say.


“What kind of idiot argues with a police officer?!” He grumbled to himself as he trudged along.


At this point the cop had gotten out the handcuffs. They did not easily fit, but he managed to get them on. Then he wanted to put Aaron in the car. He knew better than to protest further, but sitting in a vehicle always made him die a little inside. It wasn't like he was sensitive about his weight exactly, it just... bothered him. Flashbacks to the disaster of the hired limo for prom, maybe. He did try to warn the officer before he stepped on the gas, but he just wouldn't hear it. After peeling his tires for a bit longer than seemed wise, he slammed the cruiser into park and jumped out, steaming mad. For a moment, Aaron thought he might unholster his weapon, which could have been disastrous, as there was still a crowd gathered. Luckily, he controlled himself, and after Aaron suggested a web search for “Solo” they reached a sort of compromise.


He handcuffed Aaron to the passenger side door handle, and then drove up the breakdown lane of 151, very slowly, all the way to the station. It took over 4 hours, and not a word further was spoken. By the time they got there, the officer was practically purple, which went poorly with his uniform. Another hour or so at the station got things sorted out; luckily there was a traffic camera on Ruth Avenue that corroborated his story, and it turned out the kid's phone log showed he was sorting through tinder profiles at the time of the accident.


They issued him a new blue card and a stern warning to renew it before the expiration date this time he was just about to check out with the desk sargent when there was a flurry of activity and basically every on duty cop went tearing out of the station like they were being pursued by bees. After things calmed down, he asked what had happened but got the brush off. Something about a small plane crash and downed power lines on the beltway.


Now, finally he had made it to the main gate of facility 108. Nobody seemed to be around, but then why would they be? Afternoon classes probably started an hour ago, and by the time he had thought to call the Director, his cell battery had died, so likely nobody was expecting him. There was nobody at reception, and nobody answered when he called out “Hello?” so he decided to wander around until he found somebody, or they found him. Maybe he'd get lucky and stumble into the Political Powers classroom and could give the kids pointers in how not to handle a crowd.

 

[Giyari]

Mood: - Slightly annoyed


Location: - Staff Lounge


Company: - Mr Mallory


@'s: - @Gus


Other: -

Director Swan - Audio


Finishing his coffee after a quiet conversation with another teacher, Swan heard the unmistakable thumping footsteps of Mr Mallory. Weighing the same as planet, no mater how much you dampened the effects, gave a fairly unique sound when he walked.


Hearing a meek "Hello" come from the doorway, Jason sat down his newly empty mug and checked his watch. There was late... and there was late.


"You better have a damn good excuse, Mr Mallory. Classes started over two hours ago. Luckily, I guess, your class is not due to start for another thirty minutes."


Mallory was one of Swan's better behaved faculty members, so he was prepared to let this slip. The man was a hard worker, shy, but he knew how to keep students interested and engaged without resorting to extremes. Dealing with a power so strong would probably give anyone that skill, being able to smooth out situations with the absolute minimal use of force necessary is almost a way of life for S class individuals.


"So, what's held you up..."

 

[welian]

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