AEGIS: Training Facility 108

[Teh Frixz]

"On the straight? It's a cheap pizza not thousand dollar speakers or laced pot. Jesus Praxi" Riley can only roll her eyes before taking the worn leather seat beside the former officer.


"So yeah," Riley continued "It fell off the back of a truck, I got it from an importer exporter, a friend of a friend. C'mon...." She nudges Praxi in an attempt to coax a smile. "If he comes looking, I'll pay him for it. Okay? Now have a slice with me so I don't feel bad enough to switch this thing off and pump out enough anti depressants to power a community college student body."


It was a joke, at least about turning off the inhibitor. Without it, it didn't take much to set her down a path of wild swings in her body chemistry. Especially with students and kids around, she could risk it. Riley looks back up from her slice towards Praxi. She wondered how much the grim faced woman actually knew about her, Riley making an effort not to talk much about what she could do. Ignorance is bliss after all!


(Mobile post, will format later)

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Denzil de Klerk

Location: Political Powers classroom


Mood: Relaxed and excited


Company: Three students


@'s: @CRiTiCAL ERR0R


@too much idea @ViAdvena

Just like Denzil had expected, more students showed up to his class. It was always interesting to see who picked his class, since it is mandatory to pass, but it's also rather easy to pass. Denzil preferred it that way though, his classes stayed relatively small and he taught some kids some things they could use outside of the classroom too. "Welcome to Political Powers, take a seat." Denzil waved at the open spots in the room with the hand that didn't hold his lemonade. He smiled at... Mitch... the early girl, "I did tell you not to worry about being the only one in my class. "


"I don't know if this is going to be the whole class, since we have some time until classes officially start, so I won't recite the rules again." Denzil leaned his hand on his fist and turned his music down a bit, until it was hardly noticeable. Just a quiet soft hum in the background, nothing more. "I'm not that strict anyway, so I doubt you'll break the rules right away." Denzil leaned back and checked his mails on his computer, maybe something had happened that he should be aware of. Sometimes things happened ridiculously fast and at others it almost seemed like nothing was happening. Today felt like on of those 'ridiculously fast' days. It seemed Denzil's gut was right, two mails marked important were in his inbox. A quick read-through revealed that both Greg and Page had quit their jobs at the Facility. Something like regret took a hold of Denzil for a moment, but then it passed. He hadn't known either of them as well as he would have liked, and he would miss them, but he mostly hoped that their future would treat them well. A smile flitted over his lips, he wouldn't need to convince Page to reschedule the test, instead, Denzil decided, he would simply take it in one of his lessons. His classes were small enough that he could easily deal with people attempting to cheat and the like.

 

[ViAdvena]

no slide

"Nice~" Following Emma's first question, Mary walked fast alongside her. As far as she knew, the teacher of Political Powers was lenient enough...well, actually, most of the teachers here were relatively lenient. With some obvious exception of course, like a certain overseer of today's midterm for example. Talk about midterm, Mary didn't remember seeing this girl in there. But eh, there's plenty of students there, perhaps she was in the other team and Mary simply didn't pay attention.


Emma's second question made Mary paused a bit. She didn't see the portal where Mary dropped out of? For a second, a faint mischievous smile appeared in her face. It then quickly morphed into the look of melancholy. "I come from..." she pointed upward. "...above." Of course she mean the upper floor, but the way she said it made it sound like she came from somewhere further above. "I was supposed to be there, learning how to protect humans below us from harm..." Well, that's what Collateral Damage class mostly about, indeed. "But apparently I aren't good enough for that, so they banished me...to here." She sighed. "To learn about how society works." Her fingers twirled a soft feather that seemingly came out of nowhere, just like herself (actually, she got it from the feather duster inside the cupboard beside them, but sssh). "And when I'm here..." she bowed her head, staring at the feather wistfully. "I can't use my wings..." Because she never have one, duh.


"Buuut," she continued, her voice perked up again as she lifted her head, "it doesn't really matter anymore now. Earth- I mean, this place isn't that bad." Smiling at the girl she probably just confused the hell out of, Mary pocketed the feather and continue walking. "By the way, I'm Mary. What's your name?" She had tried to remember who was this yin-yang haired girl in their walk, but her name escaped Mary. And Mary made it her mission to remember every single students in this facility. After all, how could she spread rumo- she means, making friends if she didn't recognize them?


The class was almost empty when they arrived, sans for one student. Mary was relieved to find that they weren't late after all. "Thank you, sir." She nodded politely at the teacher, before taking her own seat.

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter RED Ward

Location: Aegis 108 Facility Halls;

Nearby: Klaus @Lazy Rocktime

Disposition: Hey you. I'm bored. You're my source of entertainment till I get bored again.

Red hummed as he walked through the halls looking over papers and spreadsheets from the earlier exam. He had been stuck with the actual grading it seemed. See, they didn't TELL him this when he agreed to man a goddamn cannon to entice students to actually participate. Well no, they probably did. He just stopped listening when they said 'cannon'. I dare you. I dare you to find someone who keeps listening to a conversations of a bunch of teachers when an implement of destruction is presented before you. That's right. You can't. Score one for Hunter.....

So far, no failures had been written on the sheet. Hell, all A's so far. They all participated, did what Red had to ASSUME was this generation's best attempt at their hardest work, and most of all, didn't use their powers. Well, one did. Morgan Brahn, but doing so didn't help his standing in the war. He ended up betting blatted worse than a cripple. Wait, no. Now they want him to use the term 'Physically Challenged'...Fuckin' dickless piece of shit world. How the hell had some third world country invaded yet with out inept this place had become? He was sure even Cuba would succeed, with how every soldier that fought back would be called racist and 'privileged'.

....

Goddamnit Red, stop distracting yourself. FOCUS.

UGANDA. FUKKIN' UGANDA-

SHUT THE FUCK UP, RED!




....Red would deal with Morgan's score later. As for everyone else, an easy A would make those bruised egos go away he guessed. For now, he found himself with some free time until his class was to begin. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he HAD students. He had made sure to leave enough rumors for one student to grab hold of and throw around to make his class seem like an utter nightmare. Well, it WAS, but now it sounded like one that would leave more than one kind of scar.

Finding himself in front of the door leading to the Disciplinary office, Red decided that seeing what Klaus was holed up in his office for would be sufficient entertainment for now.

Now, a normal, rational human would simply knock, or open the door from the handle. Red? Noooo, no. Not Red...With a metallic click and a bash from his knee to the center of the door the poor door flew open and smacked against the rubber stop on the wall- clearly this was the norm for Red and the facility had gotten used to it..

"'Sup, Loser."




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This is gonna suck.

This is gonna suck.

This is gonna suck.

No matter how much he tried to avoid it, or attempt to alter the system to barely even show up at the facility, it seemed once again that life wanted nothing more than to dump a load straight onto his head.

It wasn't social anxiety that he hated about this place, not interacting with people.

It was the fact....Well....

Stupid was toxic.

It wasn't that he had anything against stupid people. No, no. Jordan just didn't want them in his radius when he was trying to do anything that needed intelligence. Which was any given moment.

His mother taught him well.

For now, everything seemed fine. He found himself as the only one in the classroom for now. Nice, quiet, and spacious. He hoped it stayed this way. The fact that he sat at his desk, his hands clasped together while his feet practically dangled from the chair not even coming close to reaching the ground would suggest he was composed. But if anyone with a line of access to his mind would be able to point out, his mind was in full blown chaos.

What if they talk to me?

What if they ask me THINGS?

....WHAT IF THEY TRY TO START SOME SORT OF CONVERSATION THAT REQUIRES PHYSICAL INTERACTION!?


THIS IS GONNA SUUUUUUUUUCK.

Jordan Ortega Brahn

Location: Mental Control Classroom

Nearby: No one. -Yet-

Disposition: This is gonna suuuuuck.​

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Luci Tolbert

Location: Gymnasium


Mood: Nervous


Company: Mr. De Luca


@'s: @CRiTiCAL ERR0R

The offhand manner in which the teacher talked about his own generosity startled Luci. Of course, the comment right after put Luci back into his place, it was said in a dismissive manner, but Luci was used to teachers being dismissive about small cruelties if they had the power to be. Mister De Leo obviously had the pull to be, and Luci had to remember the ease with which some teachers switched between being kind and being cruel, maybe Leo was like that, maybe not, only time would tell.


It was with some obvious strain that Leo remembered his name, and even then incorrectly. Oh well, it was better than not being known at all, Luci guessed. "It's Tolbert actually, sir." Luci wiped his somewhat greasy hands down his pants, stood up, and extended his hand. "Lucius Tolbert sir, though I prefer Luci." Luci plastered on a smile that was even mostly meant to sell the sentiment, honestly, forgetting to introduce yourself was a big lapse of judgement. Just how hungry had he really been, that he'd forgotten. Oh well, he had pizza now. The pizza was a soft and gentle warmth in his stomach as his light was inside his skin.

 

[MISTER UN. 0W3N]

MANU AHLUWALIA

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FIRST AID TRAINING TEACHERxx

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❝ I'm bigger than my body. I'm colder than this home. I'm meaner than my demons. I'm bigger than these bones. And all the kids cried out: "Please stop, you're scaring me." I can't help this awful energy. Goddamn right, you should be scared of me. ❞


Who is in control?
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There was something about alone time that gives Manu time to think. Contemplating the first half of this day, he couldn’t help but wonder where things went wrong? Clearly, it wasn’t a very smart idea to immediately back up the data after finishing. Maybe, he should’ve been paying more attention to the weather forecast instead of hammering away at the keyboard? There were so many probable options and outcomes opening up to the first aid training teacher. Silly how the obvious is clear long after the situation has passed. All the frustrating moments was nothing more than a comedic play as it replayed back in Manu’s head. His approach would definitely be different the next time around… hopefully. Feeling much better, Manu shifted enough to stand, pull his trousers up (and zipping/buttoning his fly), and flushing the toilet.


Exiting the stall, he beelined it to the sink. Unwrapping his hand, Manu examined the injury. It seems like the wound was finally clotting. A smile broke out as Manu carefully washed his hands, making sure not to aggravate the wound. It wasn’t long before Manu dried his hands and left the bathroom and to return to the classroom. There should be a few first aid kits lying around he could borrow for the time being. After disinfecting the wound properly and wrapping it up once more, Manu was left in a particular situation: no one has yet to show up.


Looking over his attendance list, he had to make sure that there was at least someone signed up for the course this semester. There were a few names here and there, but no one has yet to show up. Putting down the sheet, he didn’t know what exactly to do with his free time right now… until his stomach spoke up. Maybe, there was something in the cafeteria? At least he can endure a day-old egg sandwich for the time being. The classroom was left unlock as Manu headed downstairs. Entering the main lobby, the teacher was stopped by a peculiar smell.


Pizza.


The cheap self-rising dough. Canned tomato sauce. Muenster and mozzarella cheese combination. And, to top it all off, the oodles and oodles of grease it sits in… right now that sounded way better than meeting S. enterica. Investigating further, it wasn’t long before the trail led the teacher to the security office. Peeking in, he couldn’t help but eye the prize and the two security officers at their post.


“Greetings,” he spoke up as he stepped inside, “I couldn’t help but detect the aroma of breakfast pizza. If I may...” It seems like his hunger was getting the best of him. He crept into a room like a predator stalking his prey. All of his focus was on a slicey of cheesy, unhealthy goodness right now.

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION

LOCATION

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STATUS

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WORKING?

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CELLPHONE

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Facility 108 --- Front Desk

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the hunger is real

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yes

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on

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[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='Exo 2'][SIZE=12px][COLOR=#000000]@Suzuki Mine[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='Exo 2'][SIZE=12px]

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Praxi

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[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='Exo 2'][SIZE=12px][COLOR=#000000]@Teh Frixz[/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='Exo 2'][SIZE=12px]

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Riley

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[Suzuki Mine]

Location: Security Office


Company: Riley, Jeremy


Mood: Business (normal)


Tags: @Teh Frixz @mayhem TR4NQU1L17Y


OOC: I got dis~

Praxi's cool but judging stare remained on Riley. Truthfully, not much of what she said made Praxi feel better about the situation. Redirection, giving false circumstance instances and then practically admitting to what she had suspected. The red haired woman gave a mental sigh. On the physical side Praxi gave a grumble. With one hand she reached into the box, pulling a slice free from its cheesy ties and bringing it to herself. "Fine, fine. I'll be holding you to that when he comes storming the office." And with that Praxi took a bite. Internally Praxi's body conscious mind was screaming at her. Sugary coffee and now greasy pizza? She was going to have to do an extra lap on her jogging route just for today.


As she ate her stolen pizza Praxi's eyes slid back over to the monitors. By now all the students and teachers should have been in their classes, getting ready to start things up. A quick flicker between each screen showed her that what the cameras could see was clear; no bodies or even shadows moving out there. It was calm on the front... which just made Praxi want to grumble even more. She'd been in the office for not even half an hour and she was already feeling antsy. She wasn't wanting there to be some kind of a disturbance or anything, just that she wanted a reason to get out from behind the desk she was at. She knew she'd have her time soon enough. Tardy patrol was closing in, so all she had to do was kill time and wait it out.


As Praxi pulled herself from her thoughts she quickly realized something. The pizza she was eating was completely gone, yet she only remembered taking one, maybe two bites out of it, but she could clearly feel the weight of the bread in her stomach. Maybe... she had been a little hungrier than she had first thought. Praxi stared at her now empty had for all of a second, then gave a huff and reached for another piece. May as well give into it for the time. Three laps. "So, Zdunowski, who was the kid you were escorting back? Praxi leaned back into her seat once more, taking up an almost contemplative pose as she did - or as contemplative as one could look while holding pizza. "I feel like I'd remember a glow worm. Newbie?"


At that moment the gods may have been reviewing her personal blight, and as such deemed her worthy enough to have her internal request answered. Lo and behold, through the door walked - creeped? crawled? stalked? - someone with a greeting and a string of words. Praxi's attention snapped to him for a once over. At first her mind registered him as a student, what with his youthful appearance, but around here she knew she had to keep from reaching such conclusions so easily. No, this one's face matched her memory's database as a teacher. "Mr. Ahluwalia," she spoke aloud, both identifying him for herself and for those in the room. Following his gaze to the pizza, she paused for but a moment before pushing it across the desk towards him. "Feel free. No class at the moment, or do you have some lost students needing to be found?"

 

[Swoob]

and ioana, i guess
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eden + ioana

At Eden's Apartment


With Eliana Trammel


OOC yes hi i have returned pls dont get 18+ ideas mmk eden is just a very chill person

He sucked.


Stabbing his hands into his pockets angrily, Eden stomped, fuming, in jerky motions away from the snowball pit. The only winner was his team. Despite his fiery start, he was only able to land a couple shots—although none hit him either. However, as the battle's tension eventually drained from his body, his walk soon melted into a slow amble. Though his personal performance was much worse than he would have desired, he decided to put it behind him. Not like it really counted towards much anyway, he thought.


Reviewing his blissfully blank schedule in his head, he began contemplating what to do for the rest of the day. He had no classes going on that day—the exam was the only reason he came in, after all. He considered dropping in on some of the classes to mess with them. Luckily, through an arduous period of trial and error the past three years, he knew which teachers were more laid-back and which Hunter Wards were simply better to avoid. Just as he was about to wander off, however, Eden was rooted by a light touch on his elbow, capturing his attention. Turning around, he saw the new blonde-haired girl from earlier. "Oh, hey," he greeted her, flashing a smile. However, she didn't reciprocate the gesture, and it quickly grew painful to continue, so the sides of his mouth slowly sunk back down in defeat. "Nice job in the snowball fight, by the way."


"Thanks..." she cracked an awkward smile. "I uh... practice." A quick flashback to Ioana tossing a cell phone at some poor sod's face turned her smile into a faint expression of cringe. That happened right before she stabbed him in the jugular. Oh boy, these weren't the flashbacks she was looking for right at that moment. "You weren't too shabby either...Eden, right?" She leaned resting her elbow on his shoulder before extending her right hand to him. It was the one with the bloody knuckles and it was shaking plenty. "Ioana, nice to meet you, captain." Of course, she was referring to his attitude as they started the snowball fights.


"Say, d'you know anyone who needs a roommate?" She motioned towards her wet luggage "I don't really have a place to stay... I uh, am an exchange student." They do have that here, right? She hoped.


Taking her hand and shaking it, Eden noticed that the glove felt wet, but strangely warm. When he pulled his hand back, he glanced at it to see it stained red. "Oh, hey, could you take off your glove for a sec?"


Ioana's smile widened, same as her eyes. She tilted her head and took the glove off a little embarrassed. It still shook vigorously. There was scraped skin around her wounds which were bleeding quite a lot. She did not mind the pain, but that did not help the fact that she just punched a wall thinking she would blow a crater in it. "Take a wild guess at what happened."


"Hm..." he inspected her knuckles, wiping the blood away with his thumb to see the source. "Scraped it on something? Anyway, hold on." Activating a muscle in his brain, he grabbed her hand again and drew something out of it. A small needle-like feeling stabbed his knuckles and hot blood soon began pouring out of them. Ioana's hand, however, was now clean. "There we go," he said, nonchalant. Letting his hand drop to his side again, he ignored the wound and finally answered her question.


"Uh, let's see... I'm staying here, so I could just let you stay at my place for now until you find somewhere, if that's cool."


It stopped shaking. And it stopped bleeding. Ioana was amazed and it showed on her face. That could be...useful. She looked Eden in the eye and uttered a small "Thanks! Are you okay, though?" Ioana pointed towards his hand. But before answering that, he mentioned she could stay at his place. Her face lightened up, it was genuine this time.


"I'll take anything over a bench in the park tonight."


Eden let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I'm okay, it'll close up soon. Here, follow me."

— timeskip —
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Standing in front of the door to his apartment, he began to feel a small colony of sweat drops on his forehead. He tentatively knocked on the door, hesitation dulling the impact. The more he thought about it, the stranger the scene was. He didn't pay much attention to it originally, but it was the first time he would be letting a woman into his home—a woman he didn't even know anything about. At first, he didn't care too much, but letting a complete stranger into his house wasn't just stupid—it was dangerous. However, before doubt overtook him, he remembered the sickening feeling of sleeping in the streets, and shivered. Woman or not, there was no way he could knowingly let somebody do that.


"Mom, I'm coming in," he called as he slowly creeped inside and flipped the light switch. She was standing by the kitchen directly under the light which framed her in a golden aura.


"Oh, Eden, you're home!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with sweetness. "How was your—oh, who do we have here?" Rushing over to Ioana, she stood in front of her and examined her with a mischievous smile on her lips.


"Hi, mom. She's a—" He paused for a moment, unsure of how to classify the girl he had just met. "... Friend. She doesn't have a home yet, so is it okay if we let her stay here for now?"


"Oh, sure! I love guests. Please, if you need anything, just ask me, honey."


Eden turned to Ioana and motioned towards his mother. "So yea, Ioana, this is my mom; mom, this is Ioana."


Ioana followed close behind after which they arrived at the apartment door. First day and she's already skipping class? It's not like anyone gave a damn about getting her luggage out of the fucking cold. Eden was practically a godsend. But there he was, looking uncomfortable. Was she going to say that he can't have her? Her eyebrows furrowed subtly.


She was prepared to ask him what was wrong, but before she could Eden opened the door and went in. Mom Ioana wasn't going to judge him. No, sir. At least, he had a mother. Or, that's what she thought. Suddenly, words came out of Eden's mouth directed at the aforementioned mom. But there was no one there.


"I-" before she could continue, she realized it was better to just play on. She'll just use his apartment as a place to stay until she can find someone else, someone who doesn't have an imaginary mother. Oh boy, this was a lot to take in. But it wasn't unfamiliar. "Hello, miss? Missis? It's a little embarrassing to say this now, but I didn't catch Eden's last name." An awkward, slightly nervous chuckle exited her lips. Next thing she wanted was to be murdered in her sleep.


"Oh, right, sorry, it's Trammel. I'm Eden Trammel. My mom's name is Eliana Trammel." He cocked his head to the side, studying her face. It was contorted in a strange, almost somewhat fearful way. Shrugging it off, he grabbed her wet bags and beckoned to her with his head. "Here, I'll show you where the extra bed is."

 

[welian]

Morgan Brahn

Summary

Location:	Leaving the dry dock, heading to the main building for class
Company:	Cecilia
Thoughts:	"Time to face the music..."
Tags:
@Necessity4Fun
OOC Notes:	Ahahaha…. So my last post as Morgan was March 7th. Nes’s reply was on March 15th. I think she deserves a prize for patience!

Morgan blinked, and looked around when he heard someone call out his last name. He was a bit worse for wear from the snowball fight exam – two of the snowballs he had face-tanked (resulting in a bloodied nose), and he accidentally broke his glasses in the process. Well… as long his limiter was working, it would be fine. It was just so awkward to look someone in the eyes, and hear exactly what they were thinking whether you wanted to or not.

After a few seconds, he recognized the girl running up to him, and the little color left in his face drained. It was the young brunette that he had pelted that perfect snowball at, because he didn’t have the heart to throw it at his friend Clare.


“Oh – it’s, uh… it’s you… You’re, uhm….” Morgan covered his mouth with his hand – partly because he was thinking, trying to figure out if he actually knew her name (he didn’t, he realized), and partly because he was fairly certain there was still some blood under his nose and he was trying to somewhat discreetly wipe it away.


“Look, I… I’m sorry, ma’am.” He cringed. Ma’am was for older women, not teenage girls. But it was how his dad spoke, and if his dad found out what Morgan had done to this poor girl… well, there would be one less boy in the world.


“I was going to throw it at the guy in crutches – I mean, not because he’s in the crutches – that’s mean – but like… because I know him. Er, not that I bully him. He’s my friend. Uh…”


Yup. Hole was getting dug deeper. Morgan’s face flushed with embarrassment.


“I’m sorry for hurting you. Do you… want help getting to class?”

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Cecilia Rizzo Pellegrini

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Location: AEGIS Training Facility 108 - Drydocks Main Building


People around: Boy in glasses whose surname is Brahn


Interactions: @welian


-Have I become the bully?-

Cecilia watched the awkward conversation that was unfolding before her. The boy seemed very uncomfortable with her presence, attempting to fix and re-explain his explanation about the snowball that he had sent her way earlier:


"Am I really THAT threatening?" , she thought to herself, felling even worse about giving in to her momentarily anger and harming someone:


"No! I mean yes- Wait. That is not why I'm here...", she answered more like an interruption than an actual answer.


The boy's confusion had made her confused as well... "Focus Cecilia, you're here to apologize", she reminded herself on an inaudible whisper and took a deep breath:


"I'm the one who should be apologizing! Just, look at you, look at what I've done! It's awful. My behavior was awful and I hurt you...", she let out with her usual hand movements, her guilty and worry showing clearly.


Cecilia was looking down now. Opposite to the strong atitude she had shown in the snowball fight, the Italian girl almost seemed glass-fragile, like, the weight of her emotions was so overwhelming, the girl would break and fall to pieces:


"I am so, SO sorry. I don't know if what I've done can be forgiven but, I just HAD to say it.", her eyes were getting wet from, the income of tears she, was doing her best, not to let loose.


Cecilia just stood there, one hand holding her other wrist for reassurance. She looked back at the boy, waiting for whatever words he might throw at her. Was he going to be angry? Was he going to just run away? Maybe turn around and ignore her?


Whatever came, Cecil knew, she probably deserved it all.

 

[lazee]

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Location: Facility 108-Disciplinary Counselor's Office


With: Hunter 'Red' Ward @Zahzi


Mood: What a horrible, horrible day.


OOC: Let it be known that Red has the worst sense of timing in the world.

"What do you mean, she's already approved?" Klaus was in the middle of a rather...stressful argument with a Commonwealth official through the phone. It seemed horribly offensive for him personally that they apparently made such a great decision without bothering to consult him, the contact person for the Indonesians! If they made the decision for him, why would they even need to get in touch with him in the first place?


"You heard me, Klaus. We've already settled her paperwork, quite a while before the start of the quote-unquote school year. Sorry for not informing you," the official replied with no clear tone of regret. Worse still, Klaus could hear giggles from across the line. This was why he hated having to deal with the Commonwealth, despite being an integral part of his paycheck. Incompetent and immature childs, the lot of them. A sigh of exasperation escaped his lips.


"At the very least you people had the courtesy to save me the trouble of the paperwork. I don't want a repeat of this incident, you hear me?"


"Sure, sure. Do have fun with your new-," Klaus hung up before he could finish, now left in a positively sour mood. First, he had to willingly subject himself to shock gore and now this insolence. Could this day get any worse...?


No, wait! I didn't-!





"Sup, loser?"


Klaus realized the error in tempting fate too late and soon came the gruff voice of the violent Hunter Ward, following the kicking open of his masterfully crafted red oak door. Because naturally. The German's right eye twitched erratically.


You asked for this, Klaus. You brought this upon yourself.





"Hunter 'Red' Ward, there had better be a good reason behind your unwarranted breach of my privacy because I swear to God, I am this-'he held up his index finger and thumb, pinched ever so close together-'close to being 200% done." Right now, he was at the edge of his wits. There was only so much stupidity a man could take in one day. Red's pushed that limit on the worst of days (he called them Monday).

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter RED Ward

Location: Aegis 108 Facility Disciplinary Office

Nearby: Klaus @Lazy Rocktime

Disposition: Gets riled up faster than a raw Recruit...

OOC: Let it also be known that's what he lives for.

Red's eyebrow rose at Klaus' disposition. Clearly he had been dealing with something worse than a door opening and minor delinquency. A normal person would ask up front the issue, but, well. This was Red. Red not only had a reputation, but dammit if it was spot-on.

"D'aww, you're getting more angry than a fresh recruit at boot camp." he chided before tossing a clipboard with the aforementioned completed spreadsheets onto the German's desk.

He decided to give Morgan an A, but would need to talk to him later.

"I came by to deliver the results from the Exam. Swan wanted you to see them before he got ahold of them in case any of the little shits got out of hand." as he spoke, he continued staring down at Klaus with a blank expression. His eyes wandered from the German to the items on the desk. There was clearly something distressing the man to the point of lashing out. Couldn't have that now. That was HIS reputation, after all. Had to keep Commonwealth on their toes, especially with their new leader. He needed to antagonize her again soon....

Crossing his arms and looking back to Klaus, he tilted his head sightly.

"So. What's got you ready to kill? Commonwealth find a new punching bag?"

He knew the feeling all too well. And it was no secret among the staff how little love Red had over the organisation himself. He let a coup against the old administration after all.

"You need dirt, I might have some for you to throw."
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[sorrow made you]

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Mood: mischevious


Location: gym → leaving gym


Company: Luci


Tags: @RemainingQuestions

Right! Right… Damn those vowels. At least he was close with the name. “Ah, right right. I apologize.” Leo replied, nodding his head slightly before finishing off his pizza slice. Still no other students. Well, he couldn’t teach a class like that now, could he? What class was there to even teach? Looking over to Luci, he definitely wouldn’t be fun antagonizing one student. His entire plan was ruined now.


Letting out a musing hum, Leo leaned forward and let his elbows rest on his knees. “Well seeing that no one else is inclined to show up… I suppose we could merge classes…” It also gave him an excuse not to teach, but he couldn’t say that. Emerald eyes scanned around the gym before he abruptly got up and picked up the stack of pizzas.


“Alright, let’s go. Hold these while I lock up.” Surely another teacher wouldn’t mind his intrusion. Maybe collaborative teaching would be welcomed even. After giving the pizzas over to Luci, he made brisk strides over to the gym doors. “Keep up, kid.” He called and waited at the door for Luci. “We’re going on a field trip. Feel free to keep eating those pizzas. If anyone asks for some or tries to take it, prepare to kick their ass. I definitely will.” Muttering the last part, eyes narrowed and he locked up.


The adventure begins. Destination, Denzil’s class.

 

[Gus]

Lucas Marsolet

Early Friday morning:


Lucas's eyes snap open. His mouth tastes coppery from the charging cable. The startling guitar intro and hesitating vocals of “Ain't No Rest for the Wicked” yanked him out of his dream so fast that he lost it all, except for the vague impression of anxiety. That was definitely not the alarm tone he had told Siri to use, but then again, even getting the alarm to go off at the right time is a win. Could be worse. He spits out the cable and clears his throat as best he can. Hard to work up any saliva these days.


“Siri, shut off that noise.”


“I don't know what you mean”


“Siri, make the alarm stop please.”


“Setting an alarm for 3 am tomorrow”


Typical. That's the soundtrack for the morning then, and apparently tomorrow morning too. At least voice activation doesn't fry the phone like touching the screen would do. Could be worse. Maybe he can get one of the junior students to reset it for him before the afternoon class starts.


He unplugs the charging cable and stows it back in his backpack, plugs the dryer back in. Thinking. Something important today. What was it? Exams! 2 pm. 14:00 the notice had said. How delightfully European... Just a little over 8 hours 'til then... So. Mental checklist: Breakfast and tea first, wake Sifu Isagawa, sweep up while she eats, and prepare to get used as a punching bag until kids class at 9. Teaching kids means a lot more getting punched, to be sure, but at least the little ones don't usually leave bruises. Quick trip for groceries and then make lunch. 12:30 class is covered, so there shouldn't be any trouble getting to Sparrow Point by 1. If traffic is good. And if the beltway bridge construction crew is feeling generous. Oh, and providing “Justice” will start.


Sigh.


To be sure, it is kind of an amazing testament to Japanese engineering that a fifty year old Subaru Justy still runs at all, and isn't in a museum or something. And its not like he's not glad to have her; she's better than walking, most of the time, and being one of the last cars on the roads of America with a stick shift and a carburetor makes her kind of his only option. Any car using anything more electrically sophisticated than a spark plug is less reliable even than Justice, if he is in it. Speaking of which, he should add a set of spare plugs and a fresh battery to his shopping list. If anything is likely to stop her from starting, it's those. Mr. Bellmont showed him how to change both when they first rescued her from the junkyard. Such a woebegone looking thing she'd been. Not much better looking now, come to that, but she ran. Usually. What was it Mr. B. had said, arching an eyebrow at the face he made looking her over for the first time? “Faute de mieux, le roi couche avec sa femme.” Something like that. That about sums it up. Lacking anything better, she is his. So that's something.


Shaking himself out of his reverie, Lucas bounds up the stairs to the kitchen to start on breakfast. Best get on with it. It looks to be a busy day, and one way or another, he's got to find a way to get to Sparrow point by 2 pm. Not in the habit of missing exams so far, and not about to start today!

Location: One Quarter Jeet Kune Do Studio


Nearby: Sifu


Mood: Disoriented

Musical Note:

 

[Gus]

Lucas Marsolet

Location: 695 Beltway


Nearby: Nobody


Mood: That can't be good...

Friday January 13th 12:45 pm


Lucas slumps down into Justice's threadbare driver's seat and closes his eyes tightly. Opening them, he sees the sign still says the same as before: “Beltway bridge closed until further notice. To get to Edgemere, Dundalk or Essex, backtrack to Brooklyn Park and take 895 tunnel instead.”


“Bapteme-moi!”


Lunchtime traffic, even skirting the edge of downtown, is going to be hellacious. Still. A little luck, a little speeding where possible, might just make it to the facility grounds before the exam starts. Maybe. No time to waste anyway; he throws Justice into reverse, perhaps a little harder than he should, and whips her around to point back down the wrong way on the beltway. No traffic to fight at least. That should have been a clue really; when has there ever been no traffic over the bridge at lunchtime? Probably everybody else got a notice on their phones, but still. Couldn't somebody on the bridge crew have taken the sign down to the last U-turn connection at least, instead of leaving it here? Now he's got to drive back a mile and a half down the wrong side of a divided highway. Traffic or no traffic, this feels really weird.


Nobody in sight though... Might as well have a little fun. He speeds up a little, imagining himself in a desperate high speed chase in some cheesy spy thriller. Who sets a spy thriller in Baltimore? He laughs aloud and opens up the throttle a little more.


“AEGIS goons thought they'd stopped Agent Marsolet at the bridge, but they didn't count on one thing: Justice!”


He giggles at his mental scenario, brakes hard, downshifts and blows through the service gap, just a tiny bit too fast. Only a little. He is feeling pretty pleased with himself, grinning broadly, when he spots the airplane. Just a little one, twin props... but it seems to be flying awfully low... and is that smoke coming out of the left engine? It disappears behind some trees for moment and then crashes square into the pole for the long distance transmission lines. He skids Justice to a stop on the shoulder of the road and jumps out, watching in horror as the plane spirals down to the ground. No explosion, as the movies would lead one to believe, but a lot more smoke now... and... Lucas tilts his head on one side, like a dog who doesn't quite know what he is looking at... the pole is definitely slumping to the right. Slowly, almost lazily, it leans over and smashes into the larger metal frame tower. Sparks fly. More smoke. And in a matter of seconds, the whole mess collapses around the plane in a twisting snarling spitting nest of twelve high tension lines. Realizing he has been holding his breath, Lucas blows it out unsteadily.


“Sac-a-papier”

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[Gus]

Lucas Marsolet

With a particularly unpleasant lurch, Lucas is expelled from an outlet, landing squishily on cold hard tile, behind a large desk. How many tries does this make now? Five? Six? Probably should have left those downed wires for emergency services to deal with. The exam is sure to be over by now, and poor Justice has probably been towed to impound. He peeks around the corner of the large desk and is filled with equal measure of relief and mortification. At least he made it to campus. This is Mr. de Klerk's classroom. And there are three of his fellow students here, all female. And he is naked. And smoking. And not in the good way. He pounds his forehead on the floor and growls under his breath.


“Osti et calisse, what a day!”


Peeking a hair farther out, he hisses to the teacher, praying the girls won't hear.


“Mr. de Klerk? Little help please?”

Location: Political powers classroom, behind the desk.


Nearby: Denzil, Mitch, Marianne, Emma


Mood: Hiding desperately


@s @RemainingQuestions, @CRiTiCAL ERR0R ), @ViAdvena,@too much idea

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[RemainingQuestions]

Luci Tolbert

Location: Gym -> Political Powers classroom


Mood: Nervous and excited


Company: Mr De Luca


@'s: @CRiTiCAL ERR0R

Taking over the stack of pizzas Luci followed Mister De Luca to the outside. Merging classes? Without having coordinated it first? This place definitely wasn't run like his regular high school. Luci was still stuck in a place half between shock and wonder, and every time that he seemed to shake himself out of it, the teacher goes ahead and does something like this. "Uh, sir?" Luci's question stuck in his throat as the teacher told him to kick someone's ass over pizzas. What was this place, honestly.


Following behind Mister De Luca, who seemed to know where he was going, even if Luci only had a vague idea of where they were heading, Luci tried again. "Uh, sir? Whose class will we be merging with?" Luci followed the path they took, his eyes moving more rapidly than his feet, he didn't want to have to ask for directions a second time after all. Luci recalled the classes that the Facility gave, and wondered which would be a good fit for Physical Discipline. His thoughts flitted over possible students that were simply late, and flitted away again. Late students had themselves to blame, because they were the ones that weren't in class in time. Luci didn't consider the slight hypocrisy in that statement, after all, he was late because of things beyond his power. That other students might be as well didn't even cross his hyperactive mind.

 

[yoikes]

Mitch Castle


Current Mood: Hesitating -> Surprised


Location: Political Powers Classroom


With: @RemainingQuestions @Gus @CRiTiCAL ERR0R @ViAdvena


"Hi! Let's be friends!"


"Hey! What's up?"


"Let's study together!"


"Which one of you have the power of a gecko?"


What's up with the awkward greetings? More like, what she's doing right now? Hesitating about greeting her new classmates, this is so not like her. But maybe it is. First impression is something important, after all. If she said something wrong, they are all going to think of her as a freak and might not even want to talk with her for the rest of the semester!... Or they could be. The two girls arrived together and most probably are going to take a seat next to each other. Is it going to be awkward when she try to join the group? The reason why she's hesitating is because she doesn't know what will happen after she greets them. Always happen the first time she meets someone, much to Mitch's annoyance.


And then-


Did someone just flies inside their room? Flies, thrown, teleported, whatever. She thinks she saw someone behind Mr. Denzil's desk. She saw smoke. A fire? Then she heard a soft 'thud' and soon the sound of someone greeting, "Osti et calisse, what a day!”


A boy peeked out from behind the desk. Mitch only catch a glimpse of him, but he looked like as if he just got zapped by lightning. Electricity based power, her inner thoughts whispered as if it's not obvious enough. Mitch took a sip of her now-not-so-hot chocholate. Just another day in Aegis, she thought.

 

[Giyari]

Mood: - Disappointed and tired


Location: - Staff lounge


Company: - Alone


@'s: - -


Other: - I am a shit, sorry for like, completely not being here. I've had a terrible case of writers block for ages.

Director Swan - Audio


The morning had been busy, but now it was all quiet on the western front, at least for Jason anyway. With classes under way for the day, he had quietly retired to his office to go over the results of the testing, and to gauge who had shown enough skills for blue badge territory. So far it was a little early to tell, but there was strong potential in a handful of the students, and great progress in control in others.


With a quiet sigh, Jason removed his reading glasses and pinched the brow of his nose, why did he ever agree to being a teacher? life was simpler before the rapture incidents, things were more clear cut back then. Bad guys shot at you, so you shot back at them before they shot your friends, simple. Now he was in a school office, trying to figure out what student he should keep an eye on for potential inclusion in future "projects", like they were assets, or investments. Kids and normal people he could potentially begin training into forces of nature. Was it fair?


Jason looked over his coffee, it had long since gone cold but even knowing this, he still attempted to drink it, the bitter burnt tasting liquid cooling his throat with an odd and fairly unpleasant feeling... Cold coffee was not excellent.


"Hmm." he exclaimed in mild dissatisfaction before getting to his feet and walking out to the staff refreshment area for a fresh cup, at least that would be the plan, if someone hadn't neglected to refill the pot.

 

[M0N0]

......................................Lile UÍ Thormaigh...

Mood: Content


Location: Staff Lounge


Company: Jason Swan


Other: The "innocent" Librarian has arrived!


Tags: @Giyari

The old Librarian had started her day with a fresh cup of coffee and a few slices of toast, she was given a few extra hours before she had to appear to work as they were carrying out an exam. So she spent that extra time relaxing and looking out the window at the wonderfully blue sky.....and suddenly It was passed the time she was meant to arrive. If one old age had done to her, It had gifted her with the ability to seemingly be able to fall asleep in mere seconds. "Ah, just what I needed on the first day back..." Rolling her eyes, she quickly got her things and hastily opened the door, only to encounter possibly the biggest traffic jam right down her street. Looking down at the time on her watch, she sighed heavily; she would arrive the next day like the looks of the massive congestion. Tapping her temple, she hummed as pieces of paper manifested from the air around her, quickly molding itself like clay to form a pair of almost angelic wings. "I guess they wouldn't mind If It's being used to get to my Job.." Chuckling to herself, she suddenly shot off like a bullet, leaving a small of paper behind her as she flew over the great river of cars.


Within minutes, she landed upon School grounds, paper whirling around her before seeping into her skin like water to a sponge. Security shouldn't mind her coming here in less traditional ways. Brushing herself off, she headed towards the Lounge to hopefully get a warm fresh cup of coffee that she would actually drink, unlike the one she left untouched as a result of her sudden expedition into the land of dreams.


Walking through the rather homely halls she soon enough found her destination with a certain director within. He didn't exactly look good for wear. "Ah hello Director Swan! I'm assuming It hasn't been the best of days?" He didn't look overly distressed, though, So that brought the comforting thought that at least someone hadn't blown themselves up or did something of equally dangerous measure.


Well, not yet anyway......

 

[RemainingQuestions]

Denzil de Klerk

Location: Political Powers classroom


Mood: Baffled


Company: @too much idea @ViAdvena @CRiTiCAL ERR0R @Gus


@'s: Three students and a naked dude

While staring distractedly at the computer screen, plans of a replacement exam slowly but surely forming, a man plopped, jumped, appeared, something beside him. With the not so softly whispered words, what language was that?, he also made his presence known to the rest of the class. All three students of it. Clearly he had had this student in the past, but for the life of him Denzil couldn't remember what was up with him. Why he just appeared in his classroom naked and smoking just complicated the entire situation. The plea for help startled Denzil into action. Right. "I need to step out for a moment, please remain seated." With that Denzil stood up and walked out the classroom, it should be enough for them to stay put for the very short time that Denzil needed. Only a few meters from the exit of the classroom was what Denzil was looking for.


With a great yank, Denzil pulled the fire blanket out of its holder. It should be big enough to cover the guy, and the insulation would probably keep him warm too, right? Ah well. With the silver blanket in one hand Denzil walked back to his classroom, the rippling fabric behind him forming the appearance of some sort of sci-fi banner. Luckily the students hadn't peeked behind the desk yet. Denzil didn't offer any explanation, instead walking behind his desk again and throwing the blanket on top of the naked guy. "Uh, there should be spare clothes in the physical classes, just in case someone burns their clothes off." Denzil scratched his neck, the discomfort of the situation catching up to him. "I have a class, but can you find the way to one of those?" Denzil could always take the guy to the closest one himself, but he did want to get started on his class, and the guy seemed to know where he was and where to go. With that in mind, Denzil offered the guy a hand up. Honestly, it wouldn't be the weirdest thing to see at Facility 108 today, Denzil thought fondly, recalling the student that had shouted 'dicks' at the hallway just that afternoon.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Mood: Chill


Location: Security Desk


Company: With Praxi and Manu


@'s: @mayhem TR4NQU1L17Y @Suzuki Mine


Other:

Riley Zdunowski





"Take all you want but eat all you take." Riley slips around the pillar of joy that is Praxi and into the worn utilitarian seat behind the desk. The grey fabric was worn and near the end of useful life but Riley still loved the damn thing. She had fought forever to get a seat behind the desk, the idiotic rule of having 'lean and clean' finally been thrown out and the security team being given something to sit down on besides the boxes of old office supplies. She sits with a wumph, the chain groaning audibly. The sounds grow worse when Riley proceeds to lean back on the legs, her hooked onto the desk lip to keep her balance.


Once again, she wasn't wearing black shoes for her shift. Riley learned that she had to dress for comfort, especially since she spent nearly double the time she needed to inside the facility. Both guarding and being a student here led to things like happening a lot but damn, it was usually better than sitting around with her landlady watching whatever period piece was popular now.


"You should know by now Praxi, and you too....Mumu? I don't think I know your name yet..." She puts her hands behind her head while continuing to balance. "I'm not afraid of anyone here, teacher, student or otherwise. I've been so much worse with actual scary people too. The kid I brought to class is just like the rest of everyone here, glow worms. Sweet hearts that make little silk masks trying to be scary."


Masks and hiding personality traits to fit in. Heh. Thank you online class Psych 101. "His name was lucy I think. I'd have to go through our security profiles to be certain. Just another lost kid, worried about his future for no reason. It's really just whatever he wants it to be." Waxing philosophical, Riley focuses on the ceiling, thinking her own thoughts for the time being.

 

[lazee]

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Location: Facility 108-Disciplinary Counselor's Office


With: Hunter 'Red' Ward @Zahzi


Mood: Bleh.


OOC: However am I going to make a proper Minah post...?

Klaus let out another big sigh. At the very least the brute had given him a suitable distraction. The technicalities of grading a snowball fight of all things was anyone's guess, but judging by the straight A's, Red probably based it on who was hitting people the most. That seemed like a properly Ward thing to do.


"I see no problem in these results. From my observation of the trials, none of your...'little shits' were out of hand," Klaus finally said after thoroughly inspecting (read: skimming) the clipboard. Those who knew him well would know that lack of focus on his part meant something was wrong. "Even though I have no idea how you moderate these astounding scores, I'll leave your methods to you."


The German raised a questioning eyebrow at Red's question. If he didn't know any better, he, Hunter Ward, was showing outward concern. Which was....laughable, to say the least.


"One word, Ward. 'Bureaucracy'. Those Commonwealth buffoons have me here, ready to kill, in your words." Klaus was sure that he was not alone in this sentiment, especially not with Red. Despite everything they've done to him and countless like him, incompetence simply could never be ignored.


"Oh, and we are about to receive another new student. Terrifying little Hexe's a 'special guest', sort of like that psycho Polish girl."

 

[Giyari]

Mood: - A little burnt out.


Location: - Staff Lounge


Company: - Lile UÍ Thormaigh


@'s: - @M0N0


Other: -

Director Swan - Audio


Standing in a bit of a daze staring at the empty coffee pot, Jason didn't even register Lile till she spoke. For someone with sound based powers, "Sneaking up" on him wasn't an easy thing to manage.


"Oh! Miss Thormaigh, sorry I was in a world of my own." Jason flinched slightly as he quickly turned to face the older woman. To that end, was Miss the correct term? He couldn't be sure, not that it really mattered at the end of the day. "It's not been too much of a day, not yet. The exam earlier went well so far as I have heard, and classes are going along fine I believe. I took some time to collect myself for events later, look over some paper work, you know. It's left me a little glazed. You know how it is with official documents, so dry, oh so dry." he added, walking towards the coffee machine and grabbing the jug, before filling it with water.


"Still, can't complain, was your commute alright? You sound a little rushed!" Jason asked with interest. Of course her answer would be obvious, it was approaching rush hour more or less... Not that it made Lile's answer any less worthy, small talk was an important part of day to day relations, especially at their age.


"coffee?" he asked simply, pouring the jug of water into the brewer.

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter RED Ward

Location: Aegis 108 Facility Disciplinary Office/Aegis Hallways

Nearby: Klaus @Lazy Rocktime

Disposition: Hey, crazy wins wars, kiddo.

OOC: I mean, Klaus IS talking to another child-soldier so he could always coerce Red into meeting Minah first for safety. xD

Red's grin could not be any more apparent. Ahh the cancer that was Commonwealth Bureaucracy. He could have sworn he had led a small civil war over something like this in the past...It's like someone didn't learn from history...Maybe they'd pay attention when a boot stomps down on their teeth-again.

"Ah, another new face, huh? And NOT some whiny little runt that I need to punt into the water? That sounds promising. And if they terrify you, that must mean they're about as intimidating as a chainsaw-wielding crocodile."

His tone made it impossible to tell if he was being sarcastic or not..

Red then took the clipboard back and looked over the notes again, nodding.

"Right. Well, I need to go throw this at the back of Swan's head for making me do this. If you need someone help with dealing with the new transfer, let me know. I always make the BEST first impressions." Well, he wasn't wrong. Usually people were either left too afraid to act up after meeting Red or were too afraid to function...And sure, while the ratio commonly follows the latter of the two, that doesn't mean Red needs to lighten up, right? World didn't do him any favors after all.


After the last exchange, Red made his way out of the Disciplinary Office, making his way towards Swan's own office to 'deliver' the exam scores. He meant what he said before about where the clipboard was destined.


As he walked through the corridors again, he rolled his eyes. He knew who was in charge of Commonwealth now. She had probably been one of the only reasons he didn't just tell the new face of the organization to go burn in hell.


He was going to have a chat with her soon.
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