AEGIS: Training Facility 108

[Rolling]

Maurice "Moe" Jules

Wasting space at:


Dry-Dock, no movement made.


Interacting With:


fuck all ya'll, find the post on your own


Side Notes:


Where the fuck are you, Red Team? Fuckin' get your shit together.

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Lots of shit was going on around Maurice - let's get that outta the way right off the rip. Snowballs were flying like crazy, people were getting pelted left and right, some chick got it real good from that Morgan guy; pretty brutal stuff, that. Then there was the renewed focus on her, which was sort of getting annoying. Like... really, really annoying. It had been a slow-burning fire in the pit of her stomach that, with every snowball lobbed her way, grew more and more intense. It was starting to reach something like an inferno when she got herself into a good position to handle this round.


She tracked one of the snowballs headed her way - yet another one that kind of fell to the wayside, completely off the mark and ineffective. It was while she was busy checking that shit out, however, that two snowballs actually managed to find their mark and hit her firmly on the shoulder and back of her head. Annoying. She managed to slip up at that moment and turn, letting herself break just one of the rules to activate one half of her ability and more carefully track the motion of a third snowball hurtling her way. Some girl's doing, it looked like. Well, she wouldn't mind a return to sender, right?


Maurice whipped out her hand in the snowball's path and caught it, drawing back her arm like a pitcher and throwing it back with almost excessive force.


She was a little miffed.


After that snowball was sent on its way, she patted together one more and flung it at Sir Hot Pink Motherfucking Hair of Obnoxiousland. Boy, she sure did a lot.

 

[TheDaftStudent]

Dante V. Niccals

Location: H10


With: Blue Team - Hobbling Ostrich Bruno


Mood: Guilty


@: @simj22 @Father Gigantor

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Dante watched as another ball went at Bruno from somewhere else. The poor cripple boy tried to hobble away before trying to hide much akin to an ostrich. Dante was mesmerized by the fact that he was actually just shoving his head in the snow to hide. Dante didn't feel himself disappearing and he could certainly still see Bruno, so whatever weird plan he'd hatched was clearly not working.


Dante felt really bad as he grabbed another snowball and threw it at Bruno. He really did feel bad about it, but he kinda wanted to win. Just a little. He didn't need to move from his position, so he didn't. He just stood there in a weird haze of confusion and guilt for assaulting Bruno with his snowballs.


He looked around idly to see if anyone else had noticed him yet or even to discover who had attacked Bruno. He assumed they were either already somewhere else or hiding.


Dante picked up another snowball and readied to throw it at someone else...

 

[ViAdvena]

Marianne Ross

Location:


D15->D14


Mentioned:

@Meredith @Cheshire Smile




OOC:


At least nothing is destroyed this time. Maybe.

Had it been mentioned somewhere that Mary had a horrible depth perception? Because she had a horrible depth perception. The snowball she threw didn't graze Eden at all, and instead hitting the obstacle ten feet away from him, creating debris and a freaking crater upon impact. Mary stared with disbelief. What the ever loving hell?! She wasn't even that strong. Did she accidentally threw an iron block instead of snowball?!


Damn all this white field messing with her sight.


Looking in front of her, Mary saw that the new ponytail student got hit again. Twice. Three hits mean out. That's not a good news. She glided forward, moving to the spot beside Maurice. Because two attackers were better than one, and this girl had at least three people ganged up on her, so it's better to level the field, wasn't it? Mary glanced at the two closest attacker. With white snowfield as a background, the neon pink hair on that guy's head practically screaming 'PLEASE HIT ME IN THE FACE'. And Mary was more than willing to fulfill the request. Buuut she need to chose a more benefical target. By benefical, she means someone who had felt the gentle touch of a flying snowball at least once. She didn't know whether the pink-haired guy had gotten hit or not. But the blue-haired girl, on the other hand...


So which one to choose? The pink bullseye or unassuming blue one? The glaring target or the benefical one?


Well, in the end, pragmatism win. Mary scooped and threw the snow to the blue-haired girl.

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[welian]

Morgan Brahn

Summary

Location:	F13, targeting Red
Company:	You on your own now, kiddo...
Thoughts:	F*ck.
Tags:
@Aldur @Necessity4Fun @Zahzi
OOC Notes:	He ded.

Everywhere, snow was flying. Fluffy white artillery, soaring through the air and exploding into tiny shards of cold. Wow, snow in Baltimore sucked.

As Morgan’s victim, Cecilia, turned around, the boy gulped nervously. There was a fire in her eyes, the kind of fire that only an angry teenage girl could muster. The kind of fire that had no warmth, that chilled him to the bone.


Morgan was so mesmerized by his guilt and her anger, that he was completely destroyed by her counterattack. The snowball exploded as it hit his face, spraying white stuff everywhere.


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A second snowball whizzed by, and hit him right in the gut.


Winded, Morgan staggered backwards, into the barrel he had been using for cover, and toppled over with it. And in that moment, something cracked.


Well, specifically, in that moment, multiple things cracked. One, the barrel, as it was just a cheap plastic prop covered in snow. Two, his nose, as Cecilia threw her snowball with such force and at just the right angle that if something wasn’t broken, it was definitely bruised. And bleeding. And three, his glasses. This was the second time today that Morgan had fallen but this time… This time, he stepped right on his own glasses, which had been knocked off his face by one of the two snowballs.


Morgan whimpered quietly as he sat up and rubbed his face, and saw a smear of stick red on his gloves.


Overhead, Mr. Ward’s voice bellowed, and the student flinched.


Me? A bad person?


He sat dazed, dismayed, the screaming of students and the thwumping of tennis balls naught but a dull roar as the mind-voices came into focus.


But Mr. Ward’s was definitely the loudest.


“Oh my god,” Morgan whispered, shakily standing up. He could definitely smell the blood in his nose.


“I… I hate. You. So. Much. Right. Now.”


He didn’t have to yell. His telepathy was perfectly sufficient, a mental bullhorn right in Red’s skull. And if he didn’t get the message, maybe this frosty ball of vengeance, would!


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Or not.


Morgan’s face went pale, as the snowball fell far short of its intended target: the infamous Mr. Ward sitting atop his perch, gleefully condemning students to their frigid fate.


“… Ah. I missed.”

 

[Swoob]

eden trammel

At C13 —> D12


With [blue Team]


OOC when u try to be badass and then u roll a 3

Eden watched in glorious triumph as his snowball exploded on the back of Maurice's head. Immediately after, another sailed into her shoulder. Smiling wildly, he turned around to his team and yelled, "That's two! Just one more!" In the middle of his small celebration, however, a hot presence seared his back. That blistering anger was coming from Maurice. When he returned to face Maurice, her arm was already reeling back with a glistening white ball in her hand. Immediately, it rocketed forward—right in Eden's direction. In a moment, it was already right in front of his eyes. For a snowball, wasn't it going a bit too fast?


But still, it wasn't fast enough.


Tilting his head back, Eden watched as the snowball whizzed past, only inches above his nose. Bringing it back up, he looked Maurice straight in her eyes with a fire of his own in his. Smirking slightly, he called out, "Whoa, there. Losing composure, are we?" Wasting no time, he scooped up and formed another ball of snow. He pushed off the ground immediately and ran over to the triangular obstacle while maintaining eye contact with Maurice. Hoping for the best, he let the snowball fly and disappeared behind the obstacle.

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rolled a 3 damn thats depressing

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Cecilia Rizzo Pellegrini

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Location: AEGIS Training Facility 108 - Drydocks -> F8 C10


People around: Blue Team partners, Maurice, The guy I accidentally injured, rest of Red Team


Attacking: Maurice


Interactions: @Cheshire Smile


-I'm so, so sorry...-

When she reached the big crate, Cecilia hid behind it, back to the south, waiting until she heard an impact sound. After hearing her snowball reach it's target, she turned around to see what was happening.


It seemed she wasn't the only one targeting the boy in glasses and it also seemed her attack had been too strong and injured him! Cecilia felt guilty, she had been really pissed for being shot in the face but her attack was never meant to be THAT violent! She had fucked up good and would have to fix it somehow, later...


However, the game wasn't done yet. Cecilia decided to follow [the guy with pink hair]'s original plan and targeted Maurice again. This time though, she wasn't going to rush towards the red team and would do her best to restrain herself for harming anyone else.


Cecilia moved southeast, stood behind another big crate and shot a snowball at Maurice. No battle cry, no swearings, just a clean, silent throw.


One could easily see how upset Cecilia really was...


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[yoikes]

Mitch Castle


Current Mood: More excited than ever


Location: Still A13


With: Blue Team


It's amazing how no one bothered to throw a snowball at her. Maybe because she's keeping her distance, maybe because she's keeping her mouth shut, maybe because out of pity because she slipped and hit the ice face first, maybe it's out of dumb luck. Whatever it is, they are winning. Morgan and Maurice got hit twice already, one more and they're out. She looked around, deciding whether to run forward for a better chance hitting someone, retreat to find a better position to shoot, or...


She watched in surprise as Morgan threw a ball of snow toward Red, the killer teach, and miserably failed. If only he managed to hit him, maybe Mr. Red would laugh in amusement and let it pass.


Kid used his power, another whisper inside her head and she knew that Morgan is the one it means as she's still looking at him. What was his power again? Telepathy? Mitch wondered whether she could copy his power, and then use it to taunt and mock the red team to stir them up and make them more reckless than ever before? However, she didn't experience nor see the power. How many time has she encountered the same problem whenever she want to try copying 'unseen' power?


She tapped her cheek, it's not a good time to think about that. She should try to hit him, or Maurice, and hoped that finally she managed to hit them.


She cupped another pile of snow, paused a little bit before throwing it at Maurice who didn't move from her previous position.


Please hit.


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[RemainingQuestions]

Location: Drydocks


Mood: Ready to be mobbed


Company: All faculty that are outside


@'s: @Giyari @CRiTiCAL ERR0R @Zahzi @Manic Muse @Dano @Lazy Rocktime @Rida @TheDox @DJ MagicHat

Denzil was reading through the new and not-improved instructions for the mid-term for the third time when one of the brats running had the guts to try and hit Hunter with a snowball. It took a second for Denzil to actually process the fact that one of the students was stupid enough to throw a snowball towards Hunter of all the faculty. Denzil took a deep and cold breath and looked at his empty cup, that by now has lost all the remaining heat of the coffee.


"Yeah, I'm going to get coffee." He looked around at the other faculty, saw that Leo had already got a fresh cup, and decided to just go get the pitcher, for convenience. And, lets be fair, Denzil knew he would never remember what all the different people wanted in their coffee. With one last look at the cold war raging below him, Denzil left for the faculty lounge.


The lounge was still in an unexplained mess, but the coffee machine was left untouched, so Denzil still didn't really care. The plant he had taken to put in his classroom was also left untouched, and as the black lifeblood of all teachers everywhere was slowly dripping into the glass bowl, Denzil touched the soft, green leaves. The plant swayed towards him, and the leaves seemed to hug his fingers.


He noticed Page sitting inside, looking somewhat forlorn. "Hey, did you get hit by a snowball or something?" Denzil smiled at Page as he turned his back towards the slowly filling coffee pot. The atmosphere seemed made especially to calm him down and warm him up down to his soul. The warm air, the smell of fresh coffee, the plant that was sort-of hugging his hand. A soft smile found a way back onto his face, and Denzil knew what he was going to do. Make a separate mid-term, and make apology-cookies for Page. As he realized this, he also realized just how much of a wrench that would throw in Page's planning. Page, who already looked somewhat upset. "Hey, what kind of cookies do you like?" Yes, Denzil was the master of subtlety when he was cold and had to go outside again.


Denzil smiled again at Page, and grabbed the now full coffee pot. "I'm going to bring some fresh coffee to the poor people outside." He quickly grabbed a hand full of both packets of sugar and creamer, stuffing them inside his coat pocket before grabbing his refilled coffeecup and heading back outside. Once more outside, which seemed to have become even colder in his absence, he quickly headed towards the gathered faculty.


"Anyone need some more coffee?" Denzil said, sticking the steaming pitcher out with a smile. Today was already looking better, with a plan to take midterms, as well as a way to apologize to Page. And fresh, warm, coffee.

 

[Aldur]

Ioana C?l?toru

Extra

Location12


Tag: @welian


OOC Notes: Blue Team be like:

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No one else dared to throw snowballs back at Ioana. She scared them shitless, didn't she? Or was it because she was taking cover behind a prop? Of course, she went with the former option. Man, she was scary, right? The students probably had no clue about her dubious past. Such a pity, really.
Like a wolf among sheep, huh?


Exactly!


Oh, but was she going to do anything with the sheep? Nah, probably not. No, definitely not. Right? Fuck if she knew. She hadn't felt the rush in a long time and it was calling her. Damn. Ioana felt a little dizzy, her face had been overtaken by a devilish grin when she remember the first time she felt the rush. Oh, but this wasn't the time for reminiscing of the good old times... No no no, she had a snowball to throw.

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[Giyari]

Mood: Unamused


Location: Drydocks


Company: Asher, Greg and Leo nearby


@'s: @DJ MagicHat @Dano @CRiTiCAL ERR0R


Other: -

Director Swan - Audio


As the snowball fight got under way, Swan left it's operation in the capable hands of Red, and instead turned his attention to the email Ms Morgan had handed to him moments before. It was just as he had thought, a notification of prisoner movement from Commonwealth, and by the time stamp, it looked like it was sent mere minutes before they got the prisoner in question into a bus... in fact, they could have well wrote this as they moved.


"Twenty-four hours, that's all I ever fuc- fudging ask." Jason muttered under his breath as he was joined by... Asher. Ohhh this was happening. Staring Asher dead in the eyes as the Mental Discipline teacher rattled off a string of words and phrases that no doubt made some semblance of sense somewhere deep inside his head, Jason just, wondered what he'd done to deserve this.


"Asher... We have not once, ever had a fight or "match". I have known you for less than 5 years." Jason replied in a solid stern tone, not that I would matter much, Asher would no doubt either not notice, or not care. Maybe the man was referring to something when Jason was a teacher? Either way, that still wouldn't count as a "match" just a lesson.


As Jason almost visibly sighed at Asher's mere presence, he witnessed something over the hyper active teacher's shoulder. Page was clearly not pleased with Mr Masters and Mr De Luca. By her words, and actions it seemed to be fairly inflammatory (Lol fire pun). Held up by the human pest that was Asher, Swan shot both the men a disapproving glance, he'd have to check in with Page later.

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter RED Ward

Location: Aegis 108 Dry Docks

Nearby: Gaddamn Everyone

Disposition: Congratulations, Brahn! You just instigated your own mugging. STEP ON DOWN.

Author Note: Small post due to on phone at work.

Ahh, Brahn. It did his heart good to see people like him. People with all the competence of a Schizophrenic Narcoleptic.

He did so love breaking that incompetence....

As the snowball flew towards at him with the velocity of a terminally ill pelican, Red merely tilted to the side as it simply landed on the platform without the slightest bit of noise. Pitiful.

"See? This is what I'm TALKING about Brahn! You didn't have ANYTHING behind that one because you don't see me as your target bunch to bully!" He barked down at the poor kid. That, was all everyone else heard at least. Knowing that his powers were acting up, Red focused directly on Morgan, glaring down at him with what looked like a murderous grin.

I GUESS YOU DON'T MIND IF YOUR MOM AND DAD HEAR ABOUT YOUR CONFIRMED HIT.

He knew Morgan was deathly terrified how his parents would react to what he did. His mother would ground him for years. His FATHER would make that seem paltry.

Red then casually moved the cannon's turret to face Morgan.

"NOW I SUGGEST YOU GET UP BEFORE I START PERSUADING THE LOT OF YOU AGAIN."
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[welian]

Morgan Brahn

Summary

Location:	F13 -> leaving the course
Company:	Losers walk alone.
Thoughts:	"Smite me, oh mighty smiter."
Tags:
@Zahzi @Aldur
OOC Notes:	Heeeeyyyy Team Blue FINALLY knocked a player character out!

Man, this guy didn’t mess around! Morgan’s face was pulled into an ugly scowl as Mr. Ward continued to berate him, going so far as to threaten him with the stupid tennis ball cannon! He had seen a couple other students get hit by it too – they didn’t move fast enough on the field, and, well… they suffered for it. This was always why P.E. was his least favorite class.

And telling his parents? That was just crossing the line. He’d be safer in prison than at the dinner table with his parents, if they found out what had happened to that poor girl he unintentionally mauled with a snowball.


Defeated by the prospect of parental anger, Morgan sighed and turned around, ready to pretend that he was participating.


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And then a snowball participated with his face.


Morgan shook his head violently, shaking the cold snow off, and dancing the awkward dance of “oh god some snow fell down my shirt and it’s cold”.


“Well,” he said, with bitter defeat in his voice. “That makes three.”


Great. His life was over. He didn’t make it to the end of the exam, he completely decimated a girl whom decimated him in return, and these last two hits came from some new blonde chick with the attitude of a snarling Doberman. His mother would be on him for getting anything less than an A, and his dad… yeuch.


He knelt down in the snow and picked up his bent glasses frames, mourning the shattered remains of his lenses, and his dignity. Since he was out now, he took his sweet time ambling off the course, tossing dirty glances over his shoulder at Mr. Ward.


Rationally, there was no one to blame. Irrationally, Morgan was currently entertaining the thought of spending the night wandering the city.

 

[ViAdvena]

Marianne Ross

Location:


D14->C14


Mentioned:

@welian @Meredith

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Oh hey, the snowball hit! Great! Maybe her depth perception wasn't as bad as she thought. Or maybe it's just a one-time luck. Mary glanced left to check on her other teammates, and saw Morgan trying to throw snowball at Red, failed spectacularly, and then promptly got pelted in the face. Wait, how many times he was hit already? She thought she saw him got hit at least twice before...


Well, damn, he was the first to get eliminated then.


Frowning, Mary moved forward and scooped out another snow. She definitely would even things out.


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Potential hit on Ren.

 

[King Of Imagination]

Micah Kyras

Still Entertained By the Ice Person

"Whoa, cool power! You can manipulate ice? Hey, I can do that too!" With that, Micah focused and created a visual and physical illusion of a rod of ice, just like the man standing accross from him. He then made it appear to melt, and then created a "fire" in his hand, also physical and visual. He let it "go out" and then made "lightning" crackle between his fingers. He smiled, dispelled that, and pulled a card out of his coat pocket, placing it on the man's shoulder.


"My card, if you ever have need of some entertainment." He smiled and and walked away, in the direction that he was pointed, finally coming to a group of faculty. He made his way over one of them and asked where he could find the director.

@Giyari-chan


This time I'm straight up talking to you.

 

[ManicMuse]

Page did not feel well after the cheesecake. Her back was killing her from the fall as well. Though there was still several hours left in the work day, she felt it would be best to head home. Seeing she had no jacket to speak of, thanks to the day's events. That left running home out of the question so she called a cab. After collecting her things, she waited by the front door until the blaring yellow vehicle appeared outside the gates.


Stepping outside caused an involuntary shiver. Page was grateful to not be walking home in this. Sliding into the back seat of the cab, she gave the cabby the address of the BB Bakery, her favorite place in the world. It also happened to only be a half a block from her house. The chilled walk home would be worth the reward. Granted her stomach hurt now, but there was always tomorrow for more treats to be eaten, she had to be prepared.


After ordering another slice of cheesecake, a few muffins, one of the fruit tarts and a brownie, she was satisfied. She had, had a very hard day! Page felt she deserved to treat herself a bit, even if it was over board. With boxed up goodies in hand, Page made a brisk walk to her tiny shabby apartment and disappeared in side. A letter marked urgent lay at the floor mat. Page carefully set down her things before opening the letter. As she read the words, her eyes grew wide. Scrambling for her keys, Page tossed about a few drawers before grabbing her passport and rushing out the door. From there she hailed another cab and was gone. In the span of five minutes, Page had gone from assistant clerk for AEGIS facility 108. The weird stranger neighbor who up until two weeks ago pretty much lived only in her apartment, to just plain gone.

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Location: Drydocks


Mood: Cold, but he has coffee


Company: Guy in a white suit, and other faculty


@'s: @King Of Imagination

Denzil de Klerk

Denzil startled as a man in a white suit stepped up to the group of faculty. Denzil looked at both his hands, both busy, and just smiled wider. "I take it you're not a new student?" No students should be dressed like they were going to perform some sort of show, and this man certainly was. "The director is over there." Denzil gestured with his cup, nearly causing it to spill over his hands. "I'm Denzil, just so you know." Denzil looked at the way Jason was looking and looked at the suited man in front of him again, "good luck." It wasn't that the director had a temper so much as, well, no the director could definitely have a temper. Denzil shivered in the cold air, and clutched his coffee cup tighter.

 

[sorrow made you]

_____

Mood: shit... what am I gonna do now?


Location: drydocks


Company: Denzil, Micah


Tags: @Cheshire Smile, @RemainingQuestions, lots of mentions

As Leo looked back toward the event, his attention was caught by Maurice almost expertly catching a snowball that had been heading her direction. “Nice one, Jules!” He called, clapping his hands together. Red shouldn’t be the only one cheering now, should he? Seeing the snowball she threw at Eden just miss the mark, the cogs in Leo’s mind started to turn. Teacher things, teacher things.


Poor Bruno was slammed with snow.


Ioana was being attacked now.


Oh… oh Morgan. Poor, poor soul. Why the hell did you do that?! Even Leo cringed when Morgan sent a snowball toward Red. “This kid’s gonna die…” He muttered. “Hey, Masters. Can you call the infirmary?” When Leo got less than a ghostly response, he turned to see that his comrade was no longer standing with him. “...Greg?” He looked around and then at that very second, felt his cellphone buzz to life in his pocket. Quickly fishing it out, he read the text message that was sent to him. “Dammit, Greg!” He snapped and started to quickly reply by scrolling his thumb around the screen.


“Out of all the god damn times, they pull you out right now.” He grumbled bitterly. Greg Masters was no longer an abled body of Aegis faculty. Another text was sent to him and he read over it. Miss Page Morgan was no longer faculty either. Well then… there just went his excuses to slack off. With a heated huff, he shoved his phone back into his pocket.


Hearing Denzil call out about more coffee, Leo turned his head to see him. “Yeah, I’ll take some.” He called over to the male and moved from his chilly spot over to the other teacher. “How’s it going?” He asked casually while Red readied the tennis ball cannon.


Annnd Morgan was out. Leo make a quick sign of the cross with his right hand by touching his forehead, chest, then left and right shoulders before shaking his head.


In the corner of his eye, he saw someone nearing. Denzil was the first to respond to him, and Leo simply remained silent with his hands stuffed in his coat pockets. He was just asking for the director anyways. Speaking of which… Swan looked like he had his hands full already. And what kind of business would he have with a circus magician?


“And just when you think you’ve seen everything, something else surprises you.” He mumbled to Denzil, leaning closer for a moment.

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter RED Ward

Location: Aegis 108 Dry Docks

Nearby: Gaddamn Everyone

Disposition: That was more a letdown than gravity.

Red continued to watch the students in their little war with a bored expression. When he was a kid they didn't have mock fights with snowballs, but that was neither here nor there. Expecting them to fight to the death wouldn't be very nice now, would it? Sure, it'd be fun to WATCH, but he wasn't gonna be the one to clean up that mess. No, that was Bismark's job. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a stop watch. After examining the time he nodded before tossing it behind him and raising that pole he had used earlier and slamming it down on the railing again to get everyone's attention.

"LISTEN UP, CANNON FODDER!"

"Going over the points, it looks like Blue Team sucked the least out of the two! Good job! You're a little less depressing than Red Team! As for grading, you'll just have to pray to whatever asinine god you probably still believe in that you even get a passing GRADE on this exam!" He was going to be nice for once. Their grades would show it since no one tried to use their powers to help them win the war. He was kinda bummed out by that...No one got jettisoned into the freezing ocean.....

"Now then! The exam is over! You all survived without so much as a scratch.....MMMMOST of you anyway! You all now have three minutes to make your way from the dry dock to your classes. And for all of you who are still NEW to this facility, well, you BETTER learn quick because if I catch you outside of your classrooms, THE OCEAN GETS A NEW CADAVER!


NOW GET YOUR ASSES OUT OF HERE!"

It was clear who he was glancing at before the threat was made.

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[RemainingQuestions]

Denzil de Klerk

Location: Drydocks -> faculty lounge


Mood:


Company: Leo De Luca


@'s: @CRiTiCAL ERR0R (mentioned @King Of Imagination )

Leo leaned closer for a moment as the guy in a white suit went over to the director, and Denzil shared a smile at his apt commentary. "Well, at least they'll get used to different kinds of people?" Denzil chuckled and shook his head, "but then, half of the students here are just here for their Cards, so they'll know that." He looked at the back of the guy again, "I just hope he's a good hire."


Then Red slammed his metal pole against the railing, startling Denzil. He jumped, and the coffee in his cup and the pitcher sloshed dangerously. The pitcher, thanks to it's larger content and its shape, didn't spill. His cup, on the other hand, was still mostly full and wasn't tapered at the top, and coffee sloshed over the brim, onto the snow and Denzil's sleeve. "Shit!" The coffee melted the snow, creating a brown sticky puddle, while it cooled on his jacket sleeve to a sticky mess.


Denzil put down the pitcher, and tried to wipe his sleeve, but instead his glove just became sticky too. Denzil heaved a sigh and looked at Leo, "congratulations, Blue team, you won't go home feeling blue today." The pun was bad at best, but Denzil couldn't resist making it. He ineffectively wiped at his sleeve for the last time before picking up the coffee pitcher again.


"We should head inside, now that we aren't forced to be outside anymore." It wasn't that Denzil really cared about being at his classroom before the students, he just wanted to get out the cold, and out of his sticky jacket. With one final look at the course, and the cold students in it, Denzil headed to the faculty lounge.

 

[yoikes]

Mitch Castle


Current Mood: Amazed, hopeful


Location: Drydocks / Snowball fight area


With: Everyone





The sudden sound of sharp metallic clang stopped everyone from doing whatever they was just about to do and surprised Mitch so much that she let out a weak yelp and dropped her snowball that she was just about to throw again at someone. Times out, the fight is over. She didn't move an inch as she listened to Mr. Red who said how Blue Team is 'little less depressing than the red team'. Is that his way of saying that blue team wins this fight? They didn't kick anyone out of that team, but they managed to land a few good hits. Mitch herself didn't manage to hit anyone, so she hoped that they will be graded as a team and not as individuals since she's not really impressive in this fight. A huge grin appeared on her face, before she lifted her her hands into the air and loudly shout, "YES!"

 

[lazee]

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Location: Facility 108-Drydocks, retreating to his home domain


With: No one in particular


Mood: Good grief....


OOC: Red text indicates Indonesian speech and blue text, German. Purple text is normal English.

So ended the turbulent spectacle that marked the beginning of this year. Following the snow-induced euphoria, everyone would be expected to return to their respective lives and duties, Klaus included. The German took in one last look at the scene; Blue Team celebrating, Red Team wallowing in despair, all of them equally excited for the coming activities in store still for them. And with a smile, Klaus retreated to the facility. He'll make sure they'd have to do this again next year.


As he backtracked his way to his office, a cheery jingle eminated from his pocket. A call had gone through. Reaching in to retrieve his phone, he pressed the green symbol thing with a phone on it to answer the call.


"Hello?"


"Good evening, sir. Am I speaking to Mr. Sch-Schie-Syiffer?" It was the distinct timid voice of a secretary. But what business would one from Indonesia have with him?


"Scheiffer," Klaus corrected. "But never mind that. Is there something wrong, madam?"


"W-Well, I'm with the State Intelligence Agency here to inform you of a recent development that you and your institution might be interested in." Just from that, he could deduce the development. A super had surfaced amongst the population and since Indonesia was severely lacking in facilities for superpowered individuals such as 108, they were going to send the poor thing to the caring hands of the Commonwealth.


"E-mail me the details. I trust your people possess my contacts already seeing as you're able to call me here. Good day," Klaus hung up before she could reply. Having arrived at the door of his office, the counselor entered with a mind full of thoughts.


Looks like today was going to be quite the busy day after all.

 

[Aldur]

Ioana C?l?toru

Extra

Location: Out in the cold


Tag: @Swimswamswom


OOC Notes: Punch through the wall!

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And with that last snowball, Ioana won the game for her team. All her. Well, not entirely all her, but she was definitely the MVP. She felt good, one dastardly smirk made the corners of her mouth reach for the figurative stars. There was still light outside. Ahem! Your things... Ioana took off to grab her backpack and luggage. Or what remained of them. She took her gloves off and grabbed them.


The moment she arrived there, nothing but wet and cold fabric awaited her. She grunted aggressively and punched one of the walls bare-handed. Pre-Limiter Ioana would have definitely left a crater in the wall. Present Ioana did not, though, and acquired some gnarly bloody knuckles. "Ah! Fuck!" She retracted her fist and grabbed it with her other hand. Ioana ground her teeth for a few moments before exhaling ferociously.


In the end, she calmed herself and exhaled once more indicating heavy displeasure. The girl put her glove back on to cover the scraped knuckles. It was fairly noticeable that she wore only one glove. Look what this limiter's doing to you! That wall wouldn't have stood a chance against you! Ioana evicted a low, barely audible growl.


She paced towards the guy with hot pink hair once more. Her main objective was to partly persuade him into accepting her as a roommate, or at the very least putting her on the right path towards not sleeping in the snow tonight. She nudged him slightly, Ioana didn't bother to put a smile on her face. Not this time. "Sup?"

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Cecilia Rizzo Pellegrini

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Location: AEGIS Training Facility 108 - Drydocks


People around: No one Morgan


Interactions: @welian


-Stop so that I can apologize to you!!-

The militar-looking teacher had announced that the Blue Team had won the snowball fight but, Cecilia's excitement was still dead.


Someone had been hurt because of her inability to control herself. Even if she had been hit lowly, she had retaliated even lower... Cecilia really HAD to apologize.


She stood up from behind the crate she had been and started looking around for the boy in glasses that had hit her earlier. He had been the first person to leave the course. Maybe he had gone already?


Cecil shook her head in attempt to remove that thought from her head. She was determined to search up and down for, as long as she had to find him.


She ignored everyone and everything. If anyone came to talk to her right now, she wouldn't even hear it. Her full concentration was on searching for the person she had nearly killed during the exam.


Finally, she saw him walking towards the inside of the building. Without any second thoughts, Cecilia called for him:


"Hey you! Boy in glasses!!", she took a second to breathe, "Hello! Please stop walking!!"


It was of no use. He either hadn't heard her or hadn't realized he was the one being called. "That's exactly what happens when you don't know people's names", she thought to herself. What had that teacher called him before? It was something with b...


Then Cecil remembered what it had been and as she ran in his direction, arm in front of her as if trying to reach that figure who didn't seem to realize her presence, she screamed with all her vocal strength:


"Brahn, please STOP!"

 

[sorrow made you]

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Mood: hungry af, dgaf getting pizza


Location: gymnasium (warehouse)


Company: n/a


Tags: texthere

Annd there was Red announcing the end of the exam. Leo had sympathized with the spilled coffee and almost scolded Danzil for putting down the pot of coffee while he cleaned up his scalded hand. Instead, he remained silent and waited for the man to address him again. He gave him a nod and a small lazy salute before going off to the opposite direction.


His classroom was the warehouse.


Fortunately all the more dangerous looking equipment were put away for now. The place was set up rather nicely actually. Tables and chairs were put out. It would only be a matter of time before Leo would have something edible on the table and jugs of drink out for the students. Why not have a rest before he had to completely break their spirits? Think of it as a siesta of sorts.


Once at the warehouse (gymnasium) doors, he fished in his pocket for his keys and unlocked the door. Thank whatever god there was, Leo was able to get enough funds together to redesign the inside. And now it was insulated enough to where it wouldn’t match the outside temperature. It was still warehouse-like, but at least it wasn’t bone-chilling by the time he got inside. It also helped with temperature training. It was much easier to make it sweltering hot or bitter cold for the students to work through. Fun, right?


Doors unlocked, opened up to let the students in. Leo went over to sit on one of the tables, feet planted on the seat of one of the chairs as he browsed his phone. “Pizza… pizza…” He mumbled, looking for the number of a specific pizza joint. The school wouldn’t mind if they had delivery, would they?

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Denzil de Klerk

Location: Faculty lounge -> His classroom


Mood: excited


Company: All alone


@'s: No one

When Denzil arrived at the faculty lounge it was still a mess. He didn't know why he expected any differently, really. He pulls of his sticky coat hangs it up and gently stuffs a non-sticky corner of his glove in his pocket. Next, he dumps out the cold coffee, and sets the machine to refill the pitcher. As the machine gurgles to life, Denzil washes his hands and coffee cup, the side of which had started to dry already. Soon, Denzil is heading out to his own classroom, with a fresh, not sticky, coffee cup, and his lovely little plant.


As he unlocks the door, he notices that there are no waiting students. He honestly didn't expect there to be, but it's kind of nice that he can get settled before having to teach. The desk is slightly dusty after the winter holidays, but other than that, it's the same as he left it. The tables are still set up like the last class, with four groups of three, all tilted to face the board. It's not that many tables, but Political Powers isn't a class that many have to take twice, and if the class is ever bigger than twelve, Denzil could easily move some tables in from another classroom.


With one last look around, Denzil sits in his chair and boots up the computer. He better check which students he'll have to teach, and if there are pictures available, he'll try to remember the face and name. First, however, he puts on some music. He'll turn it off when the class starts, or if the students don't mind, he'll keep it on. It's always that bit more relaxed with some soft music playing in the background.

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