AEGIS: Training Facility 108

[simj26]

Bruno Clare Liew

“Oh, n-not at all. You look like you b-belong here, really. I j-just don’t remember seeing you.” Clare thought to add that almost every person in this facility was some sort of special enough that he’d recognise them on sight. Even if they didn’t know his name, he knew theirs. It was a simple enough act. For him, anyway. After all was said and done, however, he thought better of it, and was spared a second opinion by the announcement blaring over the speakers. Director Swan’s voice proclaimed itself with the majesty that did no service to his actual appearance, one that would cow many a rebellious student, just by his presence alone. He caught the girl’s quizzical look at the announcement, and sought to answer the unspoken question, and the spoken one. “T-that’s director Swan. H-he’s in charge of Facility 108. As f-for the dry docks, i-it’s uh, it’s--” he grasped for words, failed, choked on his own breath, and then recovered himself, continuing, “F-follow me, if you will. I-I know this place like the back of my hand.”


He limped slowly across the facility’s compound, making sure to keep in pace with the new girl’s own. As long as she didn’t run, or do anything that required amazing feats of agility, he could follow up rather properly. While the rest of the students milled around, confused and dazed, Clare made one straight beeline for the dry docks, the place where he dreaded the most to be at. Mostly because such an instruction from Swan meant that they were about to be tossed into the most grueling of obstacle courses. Obstacle courses were, of course, Clare’s biggest natural enemy, next to gym classes and runaway butterflies. It did not even take them five minutes to reach the destination, an empty space where there could once have been a ship parked within. Clare leaned over the railing, looking down at the ground beneath, and groaned audibly when he saw the artificial walls erected in the basin. “W-well, h-here we are. Th-this used to belong to a company called...Sparrow’s Point, I t-think. This whole facility is.” He paused, then realised that most people wouldn’t appreciate a history lesson, and shifted his foot uncomfortably, before repeating himself. “Uh, well, here we are. I-it’s nice meeting you, Moe.” He cast another look down at the basin, and saw another familiar, and dreaded, face. Or his body, anyway. He gave another groan, this one much more resigned than the last one, if that was even possible.


@Cheshire Smile

 

[Swoob]

eden trammel

At Dry Dock Two


With Dante Niccals, Hunter Ward, Ioana Claudia


OOC dw daft and i talked about this in discord that id be joining in on the situation

IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT.


Alcohol was a dangerous substance – especially for a certain S-Rank known as Dante Niccals. However, thinking back on the event, that was probably the very reason Eden called him out for a small drinking party. So, being himself, there was no chance he could have denied the brilliant idea Drunk Dante presented to him. The two (was there a third?) went to work that night, depleting his spray paint in a drunken frenzy. All he could remember after that was that Eden's drawings were definitely better. Normally, he wouldn't be afraid of being caught – it was more than worth it. But a certain problem arose – should he be found out, he would be exposed for drinking two years underage. In that day and age, such a crime was too much of a hassle for him to deal with.


So here was the plan.


First, he decided to arrive just an hour or so late so any possible tension over the incident is alleviated. That much was no problem, considering it was not unusual for him to do so anyway. Next, he battled with a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt, grimacing as he painfully fastened them onto his body. As he tucked all the pink hair he could find into a black watch cap, he squatted and wiggled about, testing the movement range his stiff clothes allowed. He hated wearing such infuriating clothes, but he had to look clean to get eyes off him – he couldn't count how many times he had gotten pulled aside just for having a loud hair color.


"Hey, you'll be fine, honey," a soothing female voice called from across the room. Twisting his head around, Eden saw his mother smiling at him with the same warmth he always remembered, her brown hair cascading lightly down her shoulders, lifting up surreally with each small jerk she made.


"You really aren't mad about me drinking?" he asked, voice quivering slightly.


"Not at all, sweetie. You deserve to have some fun every now and then. Now go out there before you're too late."


Flashing a grin, he slipped on a jacket, turned back around and began his short journey towards the facility. All that was left was to find Dante and shut him up.

Eden paced briskly towards Dry Dock Two, feeling the chilled air paint his throat with every breath. When he finally arrived, he saw the results of their previous efforts – good god, they made so many. And they looked terrible, too. Flicking his eyes down, he saw a familiar head of blonde hair scrubbing away at the penises and a wall of guilt smacked against his stomach. Next to Dante, Hunter Ward was toying with a cube of metal and threatening him with it. He was, by far, the last teacher he wanted to run into. If he found out Eden had been involved in the incident, he would probably get killed at that point.


Walking past a strangely unfamiliar platinum-haired woman, he slipped a quick greeting and continued over to Dante. "Afternoon, Red," he offered to the old soldier's back before squatting next to his friend.


"Hey," he said quietly. The more he looked at Dante's pained expression, the worse he felt. Controlled by his guilt, he took off his black gloves and shoved them into the blonde's hands. "Here, take this and give me the brush. I'll do it for you. But in return, don't tell anybody I was in this, okay?" As he muttered the words to him, he felt just like one of the horrible drawings on the walls.

 

[yoikes]

Mitch Castle


Current Mood: Anxious


Tags: @Chibii


Before Mitch could ask another question and keep the conversation rolling, she is stopped by Director Swan's announcement. Seiko sighed next to her, taking out and then wear her dark blue gloves, before parting with her. That's when Mitch remembered about her luggage. She should've headed to her apartment first. She rushed back, walking as fast as she could out from the shipyard and toward a small apartment building nearby. It's not much, but it's her home in here. Mitch doesn't really mind, either. It's the closest to the school, and students and maybe even teachers living in the same building (Maybe, she don't really interact with other tenants).


A couple of minutes later, she's standing in front of room 321. She put down her backpack and opened the left side pocket, taking out her room key and putting it inside the keyhole then turning it while pressing the handle and pushing it open in a hurry. She pulled her luggage inside and place it near the bathroom door, taking out her laptop from her backpack and carefully placing it on the table before locking the door and headed back to the facility for the mid-term exam. She jogged a little, just so she's not the last person to arrive outside the gym.

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Location: Heading towards the drydocks


Mood: enthusiastic


Company: Cecilia Pellegrini


@'s: @Necessity4Fun 0

Denzil smiled at the rambling of the girl, Cecilia. He would try to remember her name, but it was more likely that he wouldn't. "Sure I'll take you to the drydocks, I need to go there too." Denzil warmed his hands on his cup, already dreading the cold that awaited him. Oh, and he'd forgotten to put his flowers in his hair today, too. Damn, that would make the cold even worse.


"Don't worry too much about getting lost, the lay-out actually makes more sense than you might think." Denzil sipped from his coffee. "Or maybe I'm starting to get used to the madness that actually is the lay-out. And powers have a lot to do with politics." So sue Denzil, he was enthusiastic about his job, right... that was why he choose it. "Think about it, would you be more or less likely to vote for someone if it was known they had some sort of precognitive powers? Would America be less likely to declare war on a country if they knew that one of it's leaders had powers?"


Denzil took a breath, an easy smile on his face, "and that's just current politics and powered politicians, while Political Powers is about much more. It's a hard-knock life, but powered people have been treated differently, and are still treated differently. In some cases it's clear why, like enlisting in the army, but in others it's mostly stemmed in prejudice." Denzil took a turn, and the flow of students was increasing here, clearly showing they were getting closer to the drydocks. "And you know what they say, study history, or be doomed to repeat it. So Political Powers is about teaching you guys what's your history, so you can fully understand your position in the world. That, and the laws and legislations that followed out of historic events, so you understand your legal standing too." Denzil took another gulp of his coffee, and the way it was going he would need a refill as soon as he was outside. "That, and, if something with a powered person were to happen, we would likely discuss it too, to see how all this applies to the world outside of the books and tests."


He sighed, and scratched his head, "to be fair, I'm making it sound like it's a lot more about politics than it is, it's mostly about modern history with a focus on powered peoples position in it." Denzil smile again, and looking at the flow of the students, it was clear that they were about to reach the drydocks, the cold outdoors, and whatever the replacement midterms were. "Well, it seems like we're here, so, good luck, I think? I don't actually know what the new midterms are yet." Denzil smiled at the student, and damn, he'd already forgotten her name. Oh well.

 

[TheDaftStudent]

Dante V. Niccals

Locationry Dock Two


With: Eden, Red, New Chick


Mood: Not so bored


@: @Aldur Forgehammer @Swimswamswom

Dante was day dreaming about tiny piglets running around his imaginary home as he halfassedly cleaned up his art when all of a sudden he heard the dulcet tones of a jackass' mating call. His eyes opened his eyes and looked around until he saw Hunter, one of the teachers. He made a joke about Dante being gay and then was distracted by the arrival of a pretty girl in handcuffs.


Dante wondered if today was Red's birthday and he'd bought himself a gift, but then again he was sure that no one that pretty had the kind of secret package Hunter would want. Then she spoke. She must have been a new student...a dangerous one. This interested him.


And then Hunter showed off, was promptly a jackass, and walked away.


Oh! And Eden showed up, too!


"Eden!" Dante wailed pitifully and hugged his friend.


"Oh thank the gods you're here," He said as he took the gloves and put the brush into Eden's hand as he whispered, "Was there someone else there last night? A third person? I'm not crazy, right?"


His eyes darted over to the new girl and he said to her, "You should head to the main office. There's a test about to start, too. So maybe find gloves? Also, hi, my name is Dante! This is Eden. He's cool."


She looked a bit awkward and he wanted her to feel welcome.

 

[Rolling]

Maurice Jules


@simj22


Maurice stared down into the basin with half-lidded eyes, listening to her 'buddy' stumble his way through the beginning of some history lesson, and most of a farewell - or at least, what sounded like one. Too bad. She was hoping to get to know him a little more deeply, maybe get someone she could trust around Aegis. But it was whatever, you know? In any case, she put on a bit of a smile for Bruno once he finished talking, shooting back a, "Was nice meetin' you too, man. Thanks for the help." , a simple sentiment, but what was she supposed to do; throw a damn party for some directions and a conversation?


Maurice let Bruno fade to the back of her head as she returned her gaze down into the basin below, mind working in overtime to figure out what was expected of her - of the others there. For starters, this seemed like a bizarre place for a test. Granted, that was because her head was stuck on traditional, pen and paper school; she'd have to get a little more used to things at some point. On a side note, she was starting to feel like her internal monologue was getting a little repetitive. Annoying. Irritating. She wanted to shut off her head and wait for something to happen, but considering something like that wasn't possible short of fucking dying or going braindead, she'd have to settle for listening to the stupid background voice narrating her thoughts and actions.


Poor Maurice.


Poor background voice.


Poor fourth wall.

 

[Giyari]

Mood: Hopeful


Location: Dry Docks


Company: Red, Bismark, others


@'s: @Zahzi


Other: Pic used is from Sparrows Point Shipyard, in Baltimore, a good, and real, example of shipyards in the area.

Director Swan - Audio


With that said and done, everyone else cleared out and started on their way down to the examination area. Jason made some final check over the list of instructions before joining the slow progression of students towards the dry docks.


The walk didn't take too long, for such a large space owned by Aegis, the facility was mostly empty space where shipyard machinery used to reside, now just a concrete flat with the odd raised platform, it made for easy navigation. Every now and again though they would use the space for other uses, Commonwealth could drop off portable offices, or specialist equipment for more troublesome students. On this occasion however it was still empty, other than a small shed like building on the edge of the drydock.


As he got closer, Swan had a look over the set up. The long since emptied and disused bowl like dry dock, once used to repair the hulls of moderately sized container ships, now housed a maze like arena of ice and snow bolstered by steel scaffolding and concrete blocks, looking more like a gladiatorial fighting pit than an exam field. Not a inaccurate description, if not a little fantastical on the imagination. The dock was the best place for it though, superpowered teens facing off against each other and targets, if something were to happen, being contained in a walled enclosure was probably the best place for the city at large. The only thing better would be like the set up at facility 68, out in the Nevada desert with miles of nothing, only draw back was having to do absolutely everything at dawn and dusk due to the scorching heat.


Seeing Red's assistant Bismark was already present and dealing with the last of the preparations, Jason made his way towards him, just as the man himself appeared from the other docks.


"Ahh, Red. Just the fellow. Things are looking good!" Jason called out as he looked over the edge of the dock at the construction Red and Bismark had overseen. It was quite impressive for a day's work actually... one had to question how it would survive under the students wrath.

 

[Sagitarius]

Mood:


Hungry


Location:


In the cafeteria





Tags:


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Wow, so, where was everybody? Were classes canceled today or something? It looked like he stepped inside his school on a weekend or something. It didn’t occur to the young man that everybody was proooobably taking the exams in…where was it again? Benjamin finally arrived at the empty cafeteria. There was like, nobody here. There were only a few faint sounds coming from the back and it was probably the cook washing some dishes or something. He didn’t plan to stay in this place for much longer, but Ben couldn’t function without food. So eating was first in his agenda.


There were some things already made like salads, wraps, and sandwiches on display. He decided to grab a turkey wrap with some chips and soda, because he didn’t want to wait any longer. When the cook came out of his little den of a kitchen, the man blinked as if he never seen another human being before. “How much for this?” He had to ask the man so he could get his ass up to the register and let him pay for his food.


The lonely boy sat at one of the lonely tables in the cafeteria. He sighed, taking out his earphones since he obviously had nothing more interesting to do while he ate. And just dug right in.


Sooo…what should he do today? Maybe actually stop by his other school and get the homework? Or practice his powers? Or just go ‘home’ ….He had no idea. For now, he’ll just enjoy his food.

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Cecilia Rizzo Pellegrini

​

Location: AEGIS Training Facility 108 - Teacher's Lounge Drydocks


People around: Denzil


Interactions:@RemainingQuestions


-*too cold to think*-

"That does make a lot more sense than whatever I was thinking..." Cecilia could only agree with the teacher... He was one of those inspiring people that, liked their job so much that, when talking about it, they inspired others to like it as well. IF they listened attentively to it. She, however, had a more urgent matter in her head right now...


Cecil noticed how close to the outside they were getting, by looking at all the snow. Had the temperature really gotten down THAT much ever since her bus ride?


Seeing all that white, reminded her of the first time she had seem snow back in New York:


A small 10 year old Cecilia had waken up to have the delightful surprise of white streets and snow falling on Christmas Eve. She was so fixated on its beauty, that the poor italian girl rushed outside at once (too fast for her Grandma to stop her) and without any protection, only to come back a minute later with a running nose and coughing.


Her Grandmother had both laughed and lectured her about what snow actually was... And Cecilia got sick for the rest of her vacations that year, wishing very hard to be back at the hot Italy weather with all its warmth and mid day siestas...


She also promised herself not to venture into snow again...


And now it was right there, in front of her, 4 years later, that inviting soft snow.


Cecilia knew well it wasn't just appearance that it had but, also a cold temperature and danger that she could not avoid, this time. She could only shiver at the thought of going out there.


"You should probably wish me the double of luck...I'm not sure I'll be alive at the end of this exam..." she replied, already feeling too cold for any hand maneirisms or excitement...

 

[lazee]

​

Location: Facility 108-Cafeteria, heading for the drydocks


With: Benjamin Aiken (@Sagitarius )


Mood: Bored as hell


Current Outfit: Khaki trousers and matching trench coat over a black sweater

Klaus was a creature of pride. He held himself and anything he would ever do with great dignity. But a part of dignity was also admitting the...less honorable parts of one's personality. A true mark of moral foundation, the German often stated to his children and colleagues, was the lack of insecurity, the willingness to accept that weaknesses were as natural as breathing and never be held back by them.


That said, Klaus was bored to hell.


Okay, anticlimax, but usually the counselor was quite content with staying in the shadows, biding his time and slowly depleting the collective oxygen concentration in his office. But now, he was bored. So what was he to do to alleviate that boredom?


Simple, join the crowd.


With everyone else at the drydocks, at the very least Klaus was treated to the exciting scene of impulsive teenagers with usually dangerous superpowers unleash said superpowers in a controlled environment, risking death in the process. Always fun. Furthermore, there were bound to be situations where his...expertise was necessary. So getting up from his revolving chair, the German headed out of his office and towards the center of activity.


Passing by the cafeteria, Klaus caught a glimpse of a young man, barely in his 20's. Black hair, typical youth attire and headphones. Seemed to be enjoying his meal in solitude. When there was a midterm to be attending this very second. Didn't get the memo, then? I should remind him. The German tapped twice on the boy's shoulder to grab his attention and forcibly removed the earphones for good measure.


"Shouldn't you be with the others at the drydocks for the exam, young man?" His voice was neutral for his own standards, but still held a taste of intimidating inquisition. As was customary for a disciplinary counselor.

 

[Sagitarius]

Mood:


Hungry


Location:


In the cafeteria





Tags:


@Lazy Rocktime

You know, there were some things that people did in this life that were rude. For example, interrupt a person while talking, text while eating at the table, pick your nose in public and then eat it, cut somebody in line, take somebody’s earphones off while they were enjoy their music. Whoever did the deed was about to get their ear chewed up…that is…until Ben’s eyes fell on the older…way older man that hovered tall besides him. Who was he again? “Uhm…Well I got hungry” The brunet simply shrugged. AND he had no idea what those exams were about…were they important? By no means did the man’s tone scared him, nor made him nervous. Ben knew what scary was. His grandfather mad was scary, horror movies at night were scary, and seeing the refrigerator empty was scary. This man? Not so much. But he was dressed rather…teacher-y.


Benjamin wasn’t dumb. He didn’t want to get in trouble with anybody related to this place.


“I’m sorry. Should I be attending?” Ugh what a drag…He already had enough exams in his normal high school—Now here too!?

 

[lazee]

​

Location: Facility 108-Cafeteria


With: Ben Aiken (@Sagitarius )


Mood: Still bored


Current Outfit: Khaki trousers and matching trench coat over a black sweater

The boy was most likely a latecomer. After all, how could anyone inside the Facility not hear the director's announcement when it came? There was, however, the possibility that this young man was intentionally avoiding the exams. Klaus could think of some reasons one would do so; reluctance to reveal their powers, fear of their powers harming anyone, just plain playing hooky. But the counselor was convinced his absence was purely accidental.


"The midterm exams are a perfect outlet of showcasing your powers within a safe, controlled and conscientious environment. They are not your usual sit-in paper tests and more of a superpower showcase, really. All students are expected to attend," Klaus said in a rehearsed tone. With a sigh, he continued. "If you don't happen to know where this exam is being held, you are welcome to come with me. I am heading there myself." The German began to stride in his original trajectory, hands behind his back and half-expecting the boy to follow.

 

[Sagitarius]

Mood:


Annoyed


Location:


In the cafeteria





Tags:


@Lazy Rocktime

"The midterm exams are a perfect outlet of showcasing your powers within a safe, controlled and conscientious environment. They are not your usual sit-in paper tests and more of a superpower showcase, really. All students are expected to attend"


So…like a circus? Did Ben seriously have to attend? There was no use in showing off his powers to other people. He was here to learn how to use them, not to show them off. His lips press down in a thin line as the boy listened, tapping his fingers on the table.


What if he said no? Would this man pick him up from the back of his sweater and drag him there? ‘There is no use in being difficult. Just put aside the ego and go with the nice man here’ His own voice warned in his head, knowing himself too well. “Fine” Ben mumbled, coming out with a hint of irritation. Nonetheless, the brunet stood up and picked up the empty containers. “Lead the way…Mister….” This was the part where the man introduced himself, his voice lowering at the end as if expecting him to fill in the blank.

 

[theunderwolf]

Avira Spyridon


Shrugging Avira just grinned at the question. "Do I look like I own gloves Jasper?" She asked, "Besides I sincerely doubt any dainty little gloves I own could fit your massive man hands." She said ducking to his side to compare their relative hand sizes. She was tallish and long limbed but Jasper had a good four inches on her and the hands to show for it. "Though I think Lilah has something up her sleeeve...' She said spinning around the boy to lean under the short girl's face and seeing the awkward smile, "Spiiiiiilll" She said cheerfully in her most ghoulish voice. However before the girl could get the chance to talk, the directors voice came in over the loud-speaker:


"Students, this is Director Swan. The midterm exam will soon be taking place, those taking part must report to the drydocks as soon as conveniently possible. Please see the updated instructions posted regularly around the building for details if you have not already been informed of changes that have taken place."


"Well I'm sure you'll tell me later, and we can probalby filch some gloves off some other students wen we get there soo..." She looked at the two with a devilish glint, "Race ya?"


@M0N0 @Lilah Tunth

 

[lazee]

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Location: Facility 108-Heading for the Drydocks


With: Benjamin Aiken (@Sagitarius )


Mood: Kappa


Current Outfit: Come on, you can imagine it yourself by now.

"Klaus. Klaus vos Scheiffer," he introduced himself, opting to ignore the tone of irritation in the boy's voice. "Be sure to put that trash where it belongs. Declining to preserve or worse, undermining the Facility's sanitation is a punishable offense," he pointed towards the trash and then to an immediate waste bin. Klaus suddenly realized that he was probably expected to brief the students, particularly the new blood, concerning the rules and regulations. Or had the Director done so already?


Either way, their funeral if they choose to break the rules.


The drydocks were only a short walk away from the main building. The counselor and student pair were soon treated with the ever beautiful panorama of the Baltimore skyline, Chesapeake Bay and, of course, the merry motley crew of Facility 108 in an abandoned drydock. Not much had gone underway, apparently. Neither of them had missed much.





"Go ahead and join the others. I don't think you'll get flak for being late," Klaus suggested, himself moving to convene with the rest of the present faculty. Surely he was welcome with them.

 

[Aldur]

Ioana C?l?toru

Mood:Slightly less frustrated

Location: Trailing behind Red


Tags:@Giyari @Zahzi

As soon as she was done yelling for help like the poorest damsel in distress, she thought of herself as anything but that, her hands were liberated once more. Ah, freedom! It felt extraordinary. Literally. Once looking up, she saw the cuffs turning into a metal. Pity, really. Ioana might have wanted to keep those for her collection. Oh, what can you do? She nodded towards the older guy in a sign of appreciation, before picking her headphones from the snow and dusting it off of her parka and approaching the two.


The Russian guy told her to follow him, so she kept a minimal distance between herself and him. He did look pretty dangerous. Another guy appeared from some place Ioana knew nothing about and gave her a quick greeting. She kept her eyes on his pink hair for a few moments and then looked away. From what it looked like him and the guy scrubbing the walls were friends. Ioana now hoped nobody would snitch the fact that she came in with handcuffs on and with a convict transport truck. Yeah, she was definitely fucked.


Onto newer lands they ventured. They came across the director. Another older man. Older than the one she was following, Ioana thought. He directed a remark towards Red. That's his name? No no, it had to be just a nickname.


"You must be the director...Jason Swan, is it?" Ioana broke into the conversation. "I'm the new... student(convict) here, Ioana C?l?toru." as much as she wanted to mention her displeasure with the way she was welcomed into the school, Ioana figured she'd get on Swan's good graces first. "You probably know I've been transferred from another state."(And also that she's a crazed murderer) She faked an awkward smile before presenting the man with her hand hoping she'd get a handshake.

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Location: Drydocks


Mood: Cold


Company: Page Morgan, Greg Masters, Leo de Luca


@'s: @Dano @CRiTiCAL ERR0R @Manic Muse

Denzil's smile stuck on his face, despite the cold, at the girl's pessimistic outlook. "Then have all the luck you could use." He nodded at her, and stepped into the outside proper. An immediate shiver ran down his spine and he clutched his half empty coffee mug close. "I hope Page is outside, and that she has the new instructions." Denzil looked out over the great expanse of concrete, rusted rails, and beyond that water. A second sweep showed him a small gathering of faculty, mainly, Greg, Leo, and Page. With a wave, Denzil headed towards them, trying not to slip on the frosty ground.


With several near misses, but no actual falls, Denzil made it over to the other teachers around. He honestly had no clue what was going to happen, and while he didn't care as much as the others about last minute changes, it was useful to know what was happening. Especially considering he had to grade the students based on this, what was it, an obstacle course? Denzil had no idea how he could relate something like that to a class like Political Powers, but he could make something up. As long as he knew what the students were going to do, that is.


"Hey, how's it going?" Denzil smiled at Page, seeing the stack of papers in her hands, "are those the new instructions?" He hoped there were, and knowing this place, it was likely that Jason had delegated getting them out to the faculty to Page.

 

[ViAdvena]

Marianne Ross

Location:


Drydocks


Mentioned:


@readingraebow

Mary laughed. "Annie? People usually use Mary from Mary-Anne, but that works too." She commented lightly. "Anyway, Laurel isn't it?" She didn't remember all of her classmate's name, but some people were always easier to remember than the other. Also, the girl's green hair was really distinctive. "I wonder if the exam will be in team or individual..." She murmured. Maybe they didn't care as long as the objective was fulfilled.


Making their way towards drydock, they arrived just in time to see a teacher drop a box full of winter wears not far from them. There was a pair of red gloves with an unusually pristine condition on tops of the heaps. It only took a second for groups of students to rush towards the box. One of them was about to take the gloves, but before they could grab them, another hand appeared to snatch the gloves and disappeared into thin air.


Behind the crowds, Mary fitted the red gloves on her hands. She smiled widely. "Perfect."


She then looked at the snow-filled drydock. The drydock's gate caught her sight. If it were opened for whatever reason, the water would flood in and turned the exam area into an impromptu swimming pool. Talk about an impromptu swimming pool, Mary couldn't help but remember an accident several months earlier, where she opened a portal on the wrong side of a water tank. But there's no way that could happen again, right? Right?


Blinking, Mary turned around and spoke to Laurel. "Don't you think the area looks a bit like..." she stared at the scattered wooden walls and crates that formed an obstacle course. "...a destroyed fortress?"

 

[welian]

Morgan Brahn

OOC Notes

Broski can't skate for shit. Also he made it to the drydocks.

Although Morgan would have enjoyed being able to stick around and continue talking to Ren more – he always got a kick out of watching the wide-eyed expressions on new students as they toured the shipyard-turned-training grounds – he had heard Mr. Swan’s announcement and knew it would be ill-advised to be tardy to an exam. Partly because it reflected poorly on one’s worth ethic… and partly because his mother would leave his body floating in the harbor.

Morgan shuddered at the thought of his mother’s wrath, and sprinted toward the gymnasium. “Meet outside the gym”, the flyers said. “Bring gloves,” they said. Maybe it would be easier to skip, and go face his doom like a man. At least he wouldn’t die by whatever Hell was scripted for today.


As the young man turned the corner around the gym, a small crowd came into view at the dry docks – Mr. Ward, who only started teaching here a few months ago, Mr. Swan the facility’s director, and several of Morgan’s peers and soon to be fellow victims.


Morgan looked down for one second to put on his gloves, but one second was all it took. He lost his balance on an iced-over patch of snow, and went skidding for about twelve feet…. Before slamming right into the extremely intimidating Mr. Ward.


FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK EVERYTHING ABOUT TODAY GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I SHOULD HAVE GRABBED BRUNO AND GONE TO THE FUCKING ARCADE FUUUUUU -


He stumbled back, landing squarely on his butt. His glasses had been knocked off his face, and clattered on the ground next to him. Thankfully, they were the sturdy kind, so nothing broke.


“Ow, ow, ow…. Oh geez, I – I am so sorry Mister, I didn’t mean to – am I late? I’m not late, am I? Ahaha... It's really bad manners to be late to an exam, after all!”

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter RED Ward

Location: Aegis 108 Dry Docks

Nearby: Swan; @Aldur Forgehammer / Brahn; @welian

Disposition: Already wants another cigarette.

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Red looked over to the man addressing him. Swan. Well, he preferred 'Director' Swan now anyways. Didn't matter much. Not to Red at least. He nodded to the Director's acknowledgement to the state of the obstacle course. So far the day had gone without a hitch at least. But, it was still early. And it was hardly any chance for relief yet.


"Bismark did most of the heavy lifting. You-know-who doesn't want me using my powers freely outside of a dire emergency. He needed the damn exercise though." Red shrugged before looking back at the totally-not-a-recently-arrested student as she began to talk. Apparently she was looking to make a good impression on the Director. Good move. Usually helped. Usually.


With a sudden thud, Red looked down at his shin to see another student on the ground. They had apparently forgotten it was snowing and failed spectacularly at the concept of walking. He stared down at the student in front of him; Brahn. The eldest of the siblings.


As he kept blabbering, the glasses slowly began to lift off the ground. Red was moving the metal in the frames, slowly guiding them back onto the idiot's head. After they were securely there, Red casually moved the tip of his boot to be on Morgan's sternum. With one fluid motion, he practically shoved him across the ice and into a group of students nearby.


Not his problem today.


"....So. Any last touches before we begin the announcements?" he asked, looking back to Swan as if nothing had just happened.


Mean? Yes. Cold? Damn right. Did he care? You can bet your ass that he didn't. It was better that they didn't know who he was in relation to them. She had already had a minor panic attack when she learned he was thawed out.


Some people didn't know how to let shit go.

 

[DJ MagicHat]

Asher Torchinovich


Location: Inside Facility 108, heading outside


Asher raced through the hallways at his usual far-too-fast pace, carrying an amp in one hand and his trusty thermos in the other, his mind whizzing away like a top.


Okay, he thought. Exams. Right. Yes. That's a thing. And I'm supposed to watch them and see how well they'll fare in my class or something? Maybe? Perhaps I'll need to make a shopping run after all, to help teach them effectively. Probably need some allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters...


His mental list of possible items got as far as metal roofing before he realized he had gotten himself turned around again. Without missing a beat, he spun on a dime and started back the way he came, muttering to himself absently about things to buy and missing exits while sipping out of his thermos. If nothing else, he thought idly on top of everything else, this should prove interesting. A chance to see where to start my lessons to make them more effective? Yes, please! He grinned to himself. Maybe this could turn out better than he was expecting.

 

[TheDox]

Borislav "Ledyanoy" Ivanov

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OOC: Sorry for the crappy post


Mentions: @DJ MagicHat @Manic Muse

Borislav hadn't been awake for very long, but he'd already left the little alley-way in which he'd chosen to spend the night (and most of the day at this point, if he was honest). Hey, it managed to keep him dry even with all the snow, so in his book there was no issue. The cold never bothered him, but when his clothes get soaked that's a whole other story.


Borislav could soon be seen walking in the direction of the facility in a nonchalant manner, bandana over his mouth and nose, hands in his pockets. He didn't really need that bandana, but it was one of few possessions he cared about, and wearing it was a habit he was not about to break.


Soon enough he arrived at the facility, and made his way around a hallway or two at a slightly quickened yet fairly average pace. Through a window slightly past the next corner, people started to come into view, but soon after turning that corner he collided with some careless fucking idiot who couldn't watch where he was going.


No, Borislav, calm down, don't make a scene, you don't need this shit.


Soon after the collision, Borislav realised who the idiot was. What was his name again.. Asher? Yeah, that was it, he taught Mental Discipline... Never took anything as seriously as he should, though.


"Asher, that's your name, right? As much as I'd like to freeze you into 3040, any idea what's going on out there? I've heard multiple things about where we're supposed to be..."

 

[yoikes]

Mitch Castle


Current Mood: Anxious


Tags: -


She did not make any other stop and headed straight toward the drydocks. She does not want to be late (and face the wrath of the teachers), but thankfully it's not even started yet. She noticed how several other students heading toward the drydocks and how most of them are new faces that she never see before, and guesses started popping out inside her mind.


Something to do with human's mind. Oh, that person has the same type of power. And that girl could transport herself away with her power. That person power got something to do with the power of nature. And it goes on, and it would not stop until it finishes telling her what power does anyone who's standing inside her eye visibility. So noisy, as if some chatty people are standing next to her and gossip about people's power.


She came close enough to see what could be the drydock. It's empty, huge, and Mitch could see a maze made out of snow or ice and reinforced with steel scaffolding and concrete blocks to keep it up. It gave her goosebumps, seems like the teacher never ran out of idea to come out with some crazy way to test their power. What exactly are they going to do with them, aside from telling them to drop down and enter the pit? An obstacle course? A battle royale? Mitch better started thinking about what power to copy and what to do with it. Getting one of the elemental power would be great, especially air and water... Come to think of it, there is someone with elemental power. In fact, Mitch talked to her earlier today.


She looked around the crowd, looking for Seiko. She remembered what her power tells her, but she forgot what exactly Seiko power is. Has she ever see it before? Maybe. If she seen it before, then she forgot about it already. She clicked her tongue and stood at the back of the crowd, rubbing her hands against each other. She should've wore another piece of shirt.

 

[ManicMuse]

Page Morgan

Location : Facility 108, In front of Gym >> Into Main Building


State of being: Horrid Humiliation and Anguish


Nearby: Jason Swan, Leo De Luca, Hunter Ward, Gregory Masters, Klaus vos Scheiffer, Denzil De Klark, Ending Near: Borislav Ivanov, Asher Torchinovich


@'s: @CRiTiCAL ERR0R @Zahzi @Lazy Rocktime @RemainingQuestions @TheDox @DJ MagicHat


OOC: If I need to adjust my post or missed any instructor who has posted in, please let me know. I will correct it in this post to assist moving toward event.

A faint breeze picked up over water front and washed up over the crowd gathered there, in front of the Gym overlooking the Dry Docks. Page Morgan shivered as the wind hit her causing a few feathers from her jacket and hair to dance in the updraft. As a single down feather whirled about before the clerk's spectacles, Page gave an audible sigh. It was quite clear she needed to clean herself but for the moment that would have to wait.


Turning attentions to Leo De Luca, Page frowned catching the last part of his comment," I didn’t get anything in my email or inbox.”. That was enough to cause her to leave out pleasantries. It was not as if she had planned this chaos. No, that had been Director Swan. Leo had a good five inches on Page's height but that did not stop the clerk from shoving a paper against his chest before quickly stomping off without so much as a word.


Page had been prepared. There had been little envelopes with labels and everything.


Next the crossed clerk's attentions turned to Hunter Ward. If only she had known he was also responsible for this whole ordeal. If Ms. Morgan ever put Hunter Red Ward and the red marker together, there might very well be need for a fire extinguisher. Page carefully maneuvered her way through the crowd. Watching a student go down on a sheet of ice, just like the one that had claimed her. This made Page wince and recall just how sore her back was from the fall.


As Hunter Ward sent the poor student off into a gaggle of other assorted youngsters, Page arrived at his side and offered up a scolding glance, while holding up a sheet of paper. Just as the clerk was about to dish out some unsolicited advice, a few more teachers appeared in her peripheral from the main building. Instead Page with left Mr. Ward with the offered paper and a head shake of disapproval.


Then the clerk was off again, careful to avoid the ice, as she closed the gap and came upon Denzil De Klark, trying to cut him off before he reached Leo and Greg. Now with absurd profanities not being yelled at her, it was much easier to focus on the task of handing off the set of instructions to the teacher of Political Powers. "You will need this", Page offered up a few words before shoving the sheet into his hand and moving right on to Klaus vos Scheiffer, giving him the same informal rough hand off the page. Then just like that, feather trail and all Page Morgan disappeared back into the safety of the main building.


Though it was clear the task at hand was still not done with, there were still a few sets of instructions in hand that had not found their owners. Page worked to recall the staff files or more importantly the images of their faces. With a scowl on her face, she decided to head toward the staff offices and then check the class rooms one at a time.


It did not take long before coming across Asher and Borislav just standing there in the hallway. With feathers still decorating her, Page must have been quite a sight. "You will need these.", she offered up the sheets to each of them without so much as an introduction. Given her chaotic and disheveled appearance, it was clear the clerk was in a mood.

 

[DJ MagicHat]

Asher Torchinovich


Location: Inside Facility 108, heading outside


@TheDox @Manic Muse


Asher blinked in surprise, quickly picking himself back up off the floor and dusting himself off. He looked up at the person he had just bumped into, trying to remember their name. He knew he had seen them around, but-


...Ah yes. Now it was coming back.


"Ah, Mr. Ivanov!" Asher said jovially, the words tumbling out of his mouth. "Terribly sorry about that, I'm afraid my powers still don't let me see around corners." He turned to his amp and started checking it over, but continued talking directly to the wall instead of to Mr. Ivanov, who was now to his left. "Yes yes, student exam today, quite exciting. I'm personally looking forward to the opportunity to see them in action, gauge their potential "on the battlefield," as it were!" Satisfied that his amp was okay, he nodded to himself, then stood up again and took a long sip from his thermos.


"Additionally, being able to witness this little test should give me a much better idea of how to run my lessons after this is over! Quite fascinating, if you ask me! I don't have much information about this either, but I do know that it should be happening quite soon!"


There was another pause just long enough for another sip.


"Anyway, again, terribly sorry, these corners can be quite vicious when they're only wounded, but we really should be off-"


Asher stopped as he heard footsteps down the hallway. As he turned, he saw...ah, yes!


"Ah, Ms. Morgan!" he said. "Ah, thank you very much! Terribly thoughtful of you, you work so hard and you already look like you're having a trying day, perhaps you should take a quick breather. I have some lovely soundtracks you can listen to if you'd like, designed specifically for relaxation, some of them I mixed myself." It was as though the words were racing to be the first out of his mouth as he accepted the proffered sheet of paper. His eyes scanned the document quickly as he read it, muttering the written words under his breath.


"Excellent!" he cried, folding up the paper and tucking it in a pocket. "Thank you again, Ms. Morgan! Most helpful. Mr. Ivanov, again, terribly sorry about before, but it would seem we must be going!" He scooped up the amp again. "If we don't hurry, we could very well be late, and I for one don't want to miss a moment of this! Perhaps we'll see each other there? Until next time!"


And like that, he was gone, off like a rocket as he headed toward the dry docks.