Episode 3: School of Hard Knocks

Let us slow down time for a moment to witness the spectacle. The beam, after exploding through the wall, soared free. Charging through the air with no fucks given. A stack of cargo containers in the way stood little chance, the beam punched through the top two. Sending one rolling onto an unlucky staffers car while it carried the other to be dumped off into the harbor as the purple streak cleared the harbor.


Oh so free. Oh so beautiful. Leaving trenching waves in its wake despite its distance above the water. Passing over a boat, a lucky sailor lost only his hat and the cleanliness of his underwear, barely keeping himself from being thrown into the ocean as he had a clear view of the trajectory of the beam.


It crashed into the bridge with an explosion of debris and clouds of dust. Punching straight through a support pillar before the flash ended. The weakend structure struggled to maintain the weight but failed miserably as the bridge began to buckle and collapse. A chain reaction that sent its two adjacent sections of the bridge, and what construction vehicles and equipment resided there, toppling into the water. 


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Slowly... very slowly... Victoria cracked open one of her eyes and moved her hands away from her visor. Through the portal and the hole... she watched in horror as she caught sight of the tail end of the bridge's collapse. Shrinking back, she brought her hands to her chest as she surveyed the destruction. Oh god... she was in so much trouble... 
 
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Sam Casan


Location: Facility 108, How Not To Kill Classroom


Nearby: Hunter ( @Zahzi )


Mood: In a lot of pain and rather irritated.


 


Feeling goosebumps crawling up her spine when Hunter smirked and reacted abnormally calm to all of this, Sam tried to take a few steps backwards, but stumbled onto her butt when she and Hunter both realized that her tail's dagger-like point had actually wedged itself into Hunter's shoulder.


Perplexed and rather disgusted, Sam watched as Hunter grabbed her tail and then yanked it out of his own shoulder. Letting out a small yelp at the sudden movement, which sent  a bit of pain up her tail and into her back, Sam quickly withdrew it behind herself before remaining where she was on the floor.


Noting that Hunter seemed to be content with her attack and likely wouldn't toss her across the room again, Sam gently hugged her injured hand to her chest. 


Hearing Hunter continuing his lesson, as if all of this was completely normal, Sam furrowed her brows and tried to focus on what he was saying. At the mention of someone fighting back, Sam frowned before responding.


"I've never had to fight anyone before. I have no idea what it'd be like if they fought back."
 
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@: @KingHink 


With: @Teh Frixz @ViAdvena @too much idea @Lazy Rocktime @Captain Hesperus @Elenion Aura @RemainingQuestions


Instead of coming up with a compelling argument, as to why he should be allowed to tag along, Gavin stayed silent. He watched while the other's took their rolls and did what had to be done. It was impressive, admirable and terrifying. The teacher walk through the portal, and soon another student came to stand a few yards away but directly in front of it. Judging by the visor she wore, her powers seemed related to her vision. Intrigued by the limiter, Gavin carefully weaved his way up beside her.  


"Heads up! Sorry!"


Watching her remove the limiter, he gave a grin, unable to hide his intrigue. 'Sorry? What could she be sorry about? Nothing is happening.' Yeah, that was short lived.


The moment she opened her eyes, a blinding light erupted. It was beautiful! Granted it made his eyes water and burn, but it was dazzling. He had never seen such a vibrant shade of purple. The light had lasted for a fraction of a second. Leaving Gavin dazzled and quite literally seeing stars and spots for a few moments.


Once his vision returned to normal, Gavin tilted forward to look through the portal. Based on what he saw, it was not good. Hearing the muttered, "sorry," he looked back to the girl. 'Wow, she is pretty! Look at that jet black hair. And that purple blast, it came from her eyes!'


It pained him to see her clearly upset over what she had just done. Reaching out, he attempted to graze her shoulder with his fingertips.


"Hey, don't feel bad. I am sure it will all work out. Plus, you just helped save several students, by the looks of it."


Standing at equal heights, he worked to gaze into her visor and offer a dazzling Dabb's smile. It came off a bit nerdy, given his glasses and the fact that halfway through, his pastel purple bangs flopped down, covering one of his eyes. 
 

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Riley Zdunowski 


 “Everybody out of the room. Don't block the portal. We have to get him to Lazarus. Riley, start mass producing factor IX please” 


Form factor... Shit shit shit. What the fuck was a form factor? She needed chemical names and even then, it would have been better to just feel the actual result kick in. Panicking, she starts sweating more Zoloft. A copious amount of sweat, immediately visible to anyone standing nearby. What was the class she hadn't passed yet for her Blue card? Emotional composure? 


"Okay, okay okay okay. Chemical name, gimme the chemical name. I'll whip something up. Is it hot in here? I'm really sweat-" Taking a few steps forward before being suddenly lifted off her feet and enveloped in a purple flash. Instantly her body starts prepping for the damage, already pumping and stabilizing the damage from the near fatal blast of energy. Burned flesh sloughs off mid flight, burnt if not by heat then by friction from the concussive force. Her path of travel within the beam luckily not taking her all the way out to the water but embedding her in the earth outside the facility. 


Crackling slightly as her body began operating at a level beyond normal human damage, Riley did her best to sit up. Slumping back down, she inspected herself and tried to understand what was happening. 


In order to stabilize, her powers had gone completely into overdrive. Nearly all her actual blood had been flushed out, Riley now relying solely on the toxic chemical cocktail of fluids that had replaced her blood. Her heart, damaged severely, was being fed direct lines of amphetamines and an odd combination to achieve an electrochemical reaction, forcing the damaged tissue to beat. Her mind was a playground of chemical signals, Riley's mind now ignoring visual signals from her eyes and entering a world of complete hallucination. Her burnt flesh began literally melting off as acids poured off her body, sizzling the ground and dermatological growth environments were replacing it. The small crater of her impact quickly began to fill up like a witches cauldron as Riley attempted to survive as best she could.    
 

Cecilia Rizzo Pellegrini


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Location: AEGIS Facility 108 - Emotional Composure Classroom
People Around: Mr. McNabb, Jordan, a distressed teacher and a passed out student.
Interactions:
 @Bag o Fruit, @Gus

WHAT CAN I DO?!


Leaning a bit over her desk, Cecilia had been completely fixated on Mr. Allen, promptly waiting for a response on whether or not her examples had been enough... She might need to internet search the next batch of words though, since her own vocabulary only went this far... Which, had already being impressing if you ask her!


However, the Emotional Composure teacher did not have time to answer as out of nowhere, loud noises started echoing from outside...and behind? The sudden sound of an explosion startled Cecil, causing her to jump on her seat and quickly turn around towards that which resembled the taking down of a building. W-was there a demolition scheduled in the shipyard today?!

That's what she would have liked to believe in, but the destruction didn't seen to stop. Actually, the subsequent explosions seemed to occur farther from them, since the sound became more and more muffled by the walls of the classroom. Wanting to know what all this noise was about, Cecilia dashed to the window, but was unable to make sense of anything she was seeing:


"Eh...", she muttered in confusion, "Mr.McNabb, there's some kind of, uhh very weird purple light flashing outside... Perhaps, you should come and see this?", the Italian called for him, without ever taking her gaze out of the strange but also amazing sight... Welp, whatever it was, it could be important!


Suddenly, the door of the class was forced open and having being removed of it's supports, fell to the floor with a very loud crash. Once again, Cecilia was taken by surprise and nearly jumped at the new disturbance. Quickly turning around to see what it was this time, the girl hadn't expected to see what looked like a teacher holding a passed out student.


As if the scene hadn't been enough to toggle at her altruistic personality, the man started asking for Allen's help, saying something about lungs and asphyxia and bleeding! Cecilia ceased any thinking, and impulsively ran towards the two figures that had just invaded the classroom.

"Dio Mio!!! What happened? C-can I help somehow?! Do you need me to run to First-Aid and get something or someone?! Should we call AN AMBULANCE?!"


The girl was standing close by, frantically waving her arms in all sorts of movements, which conveyed her alerted and concerned state even further. The air current by the broken doorway seemed to intensify sightly too. Okay, maybe she was panicking a little... But really, that unconscious boy needed urgent help! How can anyone remain 100% calm at a situation like this??!! There is no way!


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Mitch Castle
Location:Political Powers Classroom


Mood: Holy Moly


Tags:  @Lazy Rocktime   @Captain Hesperus @Teh Frixz  @ViAdvena @Gus @KingHink @Elenion Aura


Before Mr. Klaus could answer, a new girl stood in front of the other side of the bright portal that opened a few moments ago. She's wearing a weird glasses, thick and big like a one of those VR set and one that reminded her of Cyclops from X-Men. She just... standing there, and when the path in front of her is clear she put down the VR set and- A flash of something purple in color, followed immediately by the sound of destruction and chaos. Mitch squinted, her jaw dropped as she watched and realized how it is the classic laser eyes from something out of a comic book.


The destruction it caused... A huge hole in the wall, Mr. de Klerk's desk disappeared, it hit several objects outside the classroom including... Oh my god, the bridge? Did she hit it? There's a plume of dust and- Oh no, it- It... It collapsed?! Shit, she could see some small objects falling into the river below. Cars? Hopefully, the passengers managed to escape. This is just perfect, wonderful. If Travis is still conscious he would've said "See? The supers are dangerous!", then laughed himself to death and have something like "I fucking told you" inscribed on his gravestone.


But that blast should've dispersed Mr. Klaus's poison gas, what left is... detain him? Stop him from releasing another gas to kill everyone in the school?


"Mr. Klaus, would you please deactivate your power, the poison gas?" Mitch nicely asked. "That blast certainly alerted all staff and teachers inside the facility. The police, too. Soon they will all be here. And you can't exactly win against all of them, yes? And they are all will be eager to listen to your explanation about what happen here, why do you attack the students."
 
Klaus vos Scheiffer
Location: Political Powers Classroom


Mood: Diddle-doo, diddle-day, time to make my get-away 
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Tags: There's too many people TwT







Thankfully Ms. Castle had the guts to give Danny a kiss of life. In a minute or so, the saliva-based antidote should expel the troublesome poison right out of his weak body. A part of him didn't want him to wake up at all, but a bigger part of him didn't want to get caught up in a murder case. Granted, he'd surely be booked in for attempted murder by now, so he was most likely screwed anyway. Oh, well. Such was life. When an upstart youth insulted your honor as a patriot, one ought to react accordingly.


The aftermath of Klaus's little display was calamity. Drugged-up women barging in, portals opening, singularity men storming in with his students from said portal, fucking eye laSER BEAMS that blew through a good portion of the classroom. Man, if he was any less of the composed and professional person he claimed to be, the inner child in him would be shouting with glee from all the excitement. And all this just for him? Klaus was flattered, if nothing else. And concerned. Everyone probably was after his head right now and strong as he was, he's still one man.


The unconscious Travis was quickly secured and this was most likely his cue to make a quiet and unnoticed escape. But of course, someone had to get in his way. Ms. Castle came to him and asked that he 'deactivate' the poison so the authorities could calmly book him in for attempted murder and misuse of deadly superpowers.


"Young lady, since when were you under the assumption that I would do such a thing?" he asked her in turn as he willed the poison gas that filled the room into nothingness. With no continuous ambient poison, everyone's bodies should naturally detoxify what harmful substances have entered their systems. "And for the record, he started it! Worse punishments have been given to insubordinate students in my day!" Klaus moved towards the sole door because Mallory did tell everyone to get out of the room, right?
 
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Hunter Red Ward


Location: Facility 108 HNtK Classroom- Political Powers Classroom


Nearby: Sam ( @Lioness075 )


Damn near anyone else who got in his way.


Disposition: God fucking DAMN IT.


"Well! It's a good thing you're here, then! Not everyone gets to have the nice, sheltered life like you. SOME people were taught how to kill at a fraction of your age." Hunter retorted cracking his knuckles in slight amusement. He could use something to vent on that ISN'T related to the media. It's clear they're all prone to wussy things like 'dying' if he were to punch them.


"Now then. Your next task is to attack me again, but unlike last time, I'm not going to let-"


And that was when the building shook.


Son of a whore.


"...I'll be right back. Break time I guess. Go see the Doc I guess." he told Sam with an eye twitch before storming out of the classroom and toward the rather hard-to-miss HOLE IN THE GODDAMN WALL.


Walking toward the epicenter of all the chaos, it became fairly clear what had transpired. Well, honestly, there was only one person here with gas attacks and, well, no one was very fond of Danny to begin with. But with what he caught a glimpse and whiff of as he entered within proximity meant someone far more than going after one prick. He placed his hand on the doorway to the Political Powers classroom, staring inside with a deadpan expression.


"Klaus." Red called into the classroom, staring directly at the man in question.


"What did you just do?"


He already knew the answer. But he wanted to hear it from Klaus first-hand.


He would deal with the one who broke the building later.


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Jordan Short-Tempered Brahn


Location: Emotional Composure Class.


Nearby: Allen McNabb ( @Bag o Fruit )


Cecilia ( @Necessity4Fun )


Danny ( @Captain Hesperus )


Aaron ( @Gus)


Disposition: ...Idea.


Jordan looked up at the flashing lights with the same amount of enthusiasm as everything else. And if you've been paying attention, that means not much at all. It was only when Aaron came in carrying the Grand White Douche like a rag doll. While one side was pretty sure he needed medical attention, another side of his mind was laughing that Danny was now more than likely dealing with so much pain that he wouldn't piss off anyone for weeks.


When Aaron spoke to have McNabb use his powers to help heal the prick, Jordan blinked a few times before he slowly rose his phone above the desk, pointed at the group. He then switched the current activity of his phone from pestering someone to a video recording.


He was going to catch this freakshow in the ACT, goddammit.
 
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Mitch Castle
Location:Political Powers Classroom


Mood: Shit


Tags:  @Lazy Rocktime   @Captain Hesperus @Teh Frixz  @ViAdvena @Gus @KingHink @Zahzi @Elenion Aura


"Young lady, since when were you under the assumption that I would do such a thing?"


"Because that exactly what i would do if i were you?" She muttered under her breath, sensing how the poison has disappeared from the air and soon from everyone. Good. Now a little bit relaxed, she patiently listened as Mr. Klaus defended himself, shadowing his movement toward the door to God-knows-where when a certain teacher blocked their way. A wild grizzly bear would've run when it sees the look on Mr. Ward's face. He doesn't look very happy- well, he never did look happy about something- but this time you can clearly see that he meant it. He is clearly pissed off. Probably because of the gassing, or the huge hole on the wall behind them, or the bridge that just fall into the river. Or all of them. Mitch could only wish the Cyclops-girl good luck,


"Klaus." He called, staring straight at Mr. Klaus. "What did you just do?"


... And to Mr. Klaus, as well. Hopefully Mr. Klaus won't think of doing anything stupid and reckless, because she's not sure how long this power could still be used (Another ten- fifteen minutes, maybe?) and Mitch won't be able to instantly copy and use it again. Maybe next time, she'll just blast him with the purple laser blast the black haired girl just used. Or create and wrap him inside a metallic cocoon using Mr. Ward's power.
 
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Asher Torchinovich
The Ravemaster
Location: Mental Discipline classroom
Tags: @St Starry


Asher watched as the young man in front of him ran through every phase of social awkwardness in one straight shot. First came the breaking of eye contact, then that awkward smile...and finally, that sort of resignation that shows itself as exerting far more effort to do simple tasks than is actually necessary, as the boy seemed to heave himself out of his seat before meeting his teacher up by the desk.

"So, uh, what next?" Kyle asked.



Asher had asked himself the same thing when he realized he only had one student today. His original lesson plan wasn’t going to work, now…but that was then.



“I’m glad you asked, my dear boy! As it turns out, I’ve got just the thing for today…” Asher proceeded to start rummaging around in his box of things, now missing the cables that usually rested on top of everything else, and about 30 seconds later he came back and laid an assortment of instruments out on his desk – a tambourine, a small set of bongos, a recorder, a harmonica, and a ukulele.





“Today, we shall focus on discipline of the mind through collaborative musical efforts! Please, take your pick of one of these, and we can get started.”

Asher knew there was a much higher chance of the tambourine or the bongos getting picked, but he wanted to add more variety to the selection, so he did. Now, he picked up his own guitar and sat down in a chair, making sure the instrument was in tune while he waited for Kyle to make his choice.
 
Penny 


In her deep dark dungeon, Penny sat back and watched the chaos blossom out of the little seed she planted within the facility personnel. Gas clouds venting out of classrooms, portals and a girl with a dorky mask firin her laz0r. Shit man, parts of it were pure comedy. Her feed was pretty fucked in the room itself, the camera had been too close to the lazer and half of the lens was obscured but the hall camera was angled just enough to get a peek in. Combined with the functional half of the other cam, it was passable. But just so. 


Her output had been steadily ticking up since she watched Danny get fragged, maybe somewhere in her deeply irradiated heart she was feeling a little anxiety and worry for the closest thing she had to a friend. Or maybe it was the Redbull she had the robot send in raising her heart rate. 


Either way she didn't like the feeling and had to stand up to shake it off. Grabbing at her phone, Penny sends Danny the rare text message. 


[Hey]


[Dont be dead I'm uncultured, I'll fucking hate you]


[Feel better if you arent dead] 


Probably one of nicest things she'd ever written. And to a probably dead kid. Penny winces at that thought, the feeling of anxiety still a pit in her stomach. 
 
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Allen McNabb


Mood: Oh dear!


Location: Emotional Composure Classroom


Nearby: Um... Everyone. @Everyone


Mister Brahn sunk his head beneath his desk, helpfully demonstrating the 'pouting' sub-emotion. What a well-behaved student!


Outside, there was a clatter of immense proportions. Lazarus considered springing to the window to see what the matter was, but decided there was likely an adult on hand who had the situation under control.


"I GOT IT MISTER MALLORY DON'T GET CRUSHED!" See? The staff of facility 108 were quite capable. Lazarus decided they should make an effort not to wear Allen so thin.


Allen's open laptop suddenly pinged with an email. Lazarus made him blush and close it swiftly. "Excuse me, students. I should, er, make scarce technologies during class. Good to see you two have done so!"


Cecilia concluded considering her response, and began to deliver it. "For the happy face: Enthusiasm, tranquility, relief, optimism, confidence and amusement. On sadness: Melancholy, misery, hopelessness, grief, distress and uhh depression?"


Allen scribbled these down furiously. He would have to take a picture of this and study it after class was finished!


"I'm not that sure about the last one, actually... Is depression more a feeling or a disease...?" Ah! Human neuropsychology, something Lazarus knew about! Allen smiled.


"Depression is a terrible mental disorder, but it is said that a feeling also exists, describing, er, long periods of deep sadness." Lazarus realized that it looked odd to be smiling proudly while saying this, and so had Allen frown a few words from the end. "Anyway, please continue! Please!"


"I still have a lot more so... In the angry face: Hate? Or hatred, uhh, indignation, impatience, fury and displeasure... Oh! Pleasure can go in the happy face...I think?..."


It can and will, young maestro... Allen continued writing his nigh illegible note-taking at top speeds, which approximated that of a six-year-old writing with the wrong hand.


"Thinking again, I think distress also goes with the fear face... Ahh, this became as messy as my notebook! Thinking about emotions is hard... Okay, moving on! ... Why did I wrote so much? ... For fear I wrote: Despair, uneasiness, worry, dread and panic. For surprise it was: Shock, disbelief, amazement, awe, cause you know, people can be in a state of awe, and uhh, astonished fits here too."


Allen crammed these all together underneath fear-and-surprise, which Lazarus had seen to have so negligible a difference that they ought be merged.


"At embarrassment I wrote down, humiliation, shame, shyness, clumsiness and awkwardness. Now, confusion... That's a hard one, I just wrote down both distraction and disorientation... I guess, lost and disconnected work too? But I hadn't written those down... And last, but not less important! (I always wanted to say that!), Love. And for it I wrote down: Caring, devotion, friendship, respect and this one I'm not too sure about, enjoyment. Because, I think that could go in the Happy block too...In a way..."


There was a bang of a door down the hall. How inconsiderate! Lazarus decided to display emotional composure by having Allen smile at it.


"Very well done, Miss Pellegrini! Very well done indeed!" We're going to be up to the hypothalamus in research today!!

Cecilia sighed "So, are these enough? Are you going to start some insightful lesson now?!"


Before Lazarus could unthinkingly say that this was the insightful lesson, there was an explosion down the hall. A purple beam of energy could be viewed destroying the harbor bridge. Allen, however, was positioned so that he could not.


"Eh... Mr. McNabb, there's some kind of, uhh very weird purple light flashing outside... Perhaps, you should come and see this?"


"Now Miss Pellegrini, surely we can't be distracted by-"


Mister Mallory incapacitated the Emotional Composure room's door, holding a bloodied Mister Travis.


"Mr. McNabb. A little help please? He's bleeding in his lungs. Officer Zdunowski here can fix that, but you'll have to break up the clots or he'll asphyxiate instead of bleeding out.” He turned. "Riley?"


"Dio Mio!" Cecilia exclaimed, as Jordan brought his cellular phone to bear. "What happened? C-can I help somehow?! Do you need me to run to First-Aid and get something or someone?! Should we call AN AMBULANCE?!"


"Now now, surely we can, err, handle this with a modicum of, aheheh, composure, Miss Pellegrini, there's a good hum- girl. Mister Brahn, if you could please put your cellular phone in, er, to your bag during school hours? Thank you. Alright. Ahem. Mister Mallory, if you would mind, err, telling we how this situation transpired? For healing purposes."


There were murmurings in the hall, punctuated by a very clear "Klaus. What did you just do?"


"Ah, I believe I can, err, deduce the injury."


Lazarus raced back and forth inside Allen as this transpired. Alright, gathering in sector... Err, first finger. Allen extended his finger onto Danny's lips, and Lazarus drilled a hole in the end of his fingertip, squirting a few drops of blood into Danny's mouth. A small colony of Lazarus raced through Danny's systems towards the respiratory tract. The lungs should be a fairly simplistic organ to fix.
 
Aaron Mallory


Location: Emotional Composure classroom


Nearby: Red, Klaus, Mitch, and Cecilia


Mood: Wary, but relieved


@s @ViAdvena @Zahzi @Lazy Rocktime @too much idea @Necessity4Fun


Aaron sighs in relief as Allen drips a spot of blood onto Danny's tongue. It slithers away down his throat like an independent living thing, which is simultaneously creepy and fascinating. Regenerative powers are entirely theoretical to Aaron, but Lazarus in particular has some curious peculiarities. That, however is a conversation for another time. Klaus is still on the loose, and until that is dealt with, nobody is safe, other than perhaps Lazarus. That hole in the wall will make it a lot harder for him to concentrate his poison, but not impossible. Cecilia will be of enormous help there, and she seemed in dire need of something to do with all that nervous energy. He gently places Danny Travis down on Allen's desk and turns to her.


Ms. Pellegrini, would you come with me please? I need your help in venting the air out through the hole next door. If you could just step out in the hallway and produce a strong wind directed toward the Political Powers classroom? It is a vital part of fixing the troubles of the last few minutes.”


Without a backward glance, he takes a deep lungful of fresh air and ducks back into the hallway, power walking down to Denzil's room, where Red is already confronting Klaus. Good. They have known each other much longer. Perhaps he can talk the man back from the metaphorical ledge he is teetering on.


He edges past the pair of them, murmuring to Red as he goes by “Watch out for signs of mind control!”


After that he walks around to the far side of Mary's portal and draws his finger twice across his throat, a universal sign for


Cut it out.”


Then he throws his class a quick salute, and a thumbs up for Victoria in particular, and goes to take up a position by where the window used to be, cutting off Klaus's only other escape route. He takes a cautious whiff of the air, smells nothing and decides to risk breathing again. 
 
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@Manic Muse @ViAdvena @Gus @losttralosttrackofwhoelsehere @yourguessisasgoodasmine @speakingmainlytoGavinanyway @gotlazy


The teen could not really do much besides stair through the hole she just made, her face flushed with the anxiety of the situation. The distraction, perhaps, was welcoming... she didn't recall his name... but when she felt a touch on her shoulder she turned her head to see him. 


She felt herself deflate a little at his words. His reassurance being surprisingly reassuring given the particular situation that just occured. Saved students... she certaintly hoped that was the case. As for whether it would work itself out... well... she was skeptical, but it was something to hope for at least. 


As Gavin looked into her visor, he wouldn't see much but a somewhat blurred reflection of himself. Victoria could almost feel him staring at her, and as she raised her downcast eyes to meet his... Gavin might see something. It was faint, like trying to see through a two way mirror, but just barely... only just barely would he be able to see a hint of light within.  Dimmed by the visor, he would see two lights through the limiter. The purple glow of her purple eyes. Even though they were difficult to see, it wasn't hard to tell they were looking right into his.


Victoria offered him a small, albeit unsure, smile in response to his words as she ran through her hair to loose a few strands stuck from putting the limiter back on. "Thank you..." She said. "I hope so. But... still... I'm going to be in so much trouble." She told him, starting to get self conscious at she turned her head away from his gaze to the portal.


Catching sight of Mr. Mallory. The thumbs up gave some sense of relief. At least he wasn't mad at her... but Mr. Hunter certainly wasn't happy with what was going in, it sounded like. 
 
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It can safely be said, everyone has had a bad day before. For many, that bad day is accompanied by dealing with annoying jerks that add to it. In the case of Klaus vos Scheiffer, he appeared to be having one such day. To add to the situation, one young person, that seemed to thrive off chaos, added to the already severe state of affairs, by broadcasting a poorly subjected email to the school. This had quickly alerted many people to the goings on of the Political Powers classroom. More importantly, it had left out vital details, like if the entire school was at risk. So while many individuals sprang into action to deal with the apparent threat, Isabella Chase was in a panic.


Some of her peers did not seem to share her fears. While others, like Kendrick Haywood, appeared even more panicked. Kendrick Haywood had left his seat in such a rush, after Izzy's comments about the gas, that she feared he knew something she did not. Given that only a few days prior, the poor feline super had been dragged into a closet and attacked, she too, was jumpy. If Kendrick Haywood of the Haywoods ran out of the First Aid classroom, then maybe she should too.


'The email said gas, it must be another attack. Everyone could be poisoned! We need to get outside, where it was safe!'


At first the petite framed tween began to flail her arm through the air again. Waiting to be called on, using her other arm and sleeve as some sort of make shift respirator. The golden haired teacher seemed rather busy with all that was happening and never seemed to glance in her direct direction. Izzy tried holding her breath but was so worked up, that doing so long lasted about fifteen seconds at a time.


By the third gasp for air, she noticed a circular, orange button contained behind a plastic protective casing in the front of the room. The signage around it read, "Emergency Use Only." Whelp, deadly gas and Nazis sounded pretty emergent to Isabella. Climbing out of her seat, an old exercise about emergencies popped into her head from elementary school. They had learned to crawl along the floor, in case of fire because the smoke forced the air to the ground. Deciding that the toxic fumes might be the same, Izzy dropped into a belly crawl of a crouch before slinking toward the button at the front of the classroom. With her bandaged white furred tail swinging freely, it was the only part of the girl that was visible from normal line of sight.


Only bumping into a few desk chairs along the way, Izzy navigated the sea of metal legs fairly well. Finally, taking one deep gasp of 'safe ground air', she popped up and began clawing and tugging at the plastic protective casing around the panic button. The blasted thing would not open! Pulling, twisting and even yanking, the darn thing would was sealed. The seconds ticked by and soon Izzy was feeling a bit light headed. Not to mention, looking a bit purple-ish blue in the face.


Leaning down, she gasped for one more breath of air and came up again. This time, she inspected the clear plastic container, studying its structure, until she noticed a tiny little latch. Flipping the little flap caused the cover to topple off to the ground, making her last few  moments of struggle all the more frustrating. After a well deserved scowl at the lid, Izzy then slapped the bright orange button. For a moment nothing happened. Smacking it a second time, Izzy about jumped out of her skin when the alarms started blaring through the entire building. Startled, not only by the slight delay but the sheer strength of the sirens, every furred inch of Isabella now stood on end. 


Her pale blue gaze shifted over the classroom. Realizing then, that it would have been wise to state her intentions first, Izzy sheepishly and quickly ran out of the room. Unlike Kendrick, Izzy did not stop at the door. Running all the way outside, Izzy stopped when her shoes hit the grass. Collapsing to her knees, she gasped for air. As she rested there on the frozen blades of green, she pushed back the hood of her jacket and noticed the gaping hole in the main building. Slowly climbing back to her feet, a sinking feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. 


In a way, the sight before her was the signal that her childhood was ending. Though, it had little to do with her, the reasons behind it had something to do with everyone in that place. They were all once again facing a time of change. The question was, what would they do about it? How would they react? How would they rise to the challenges that lay ahead of them? Isabella Chase was facing the closing chapter of her childhood and the beginning of the the rest of her life. And from where she stood in that moment, the road that was her life was feeling a little bleaker. 
 
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Cecilia Rizzo Pellegrini


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Location: AEGIS Facility 108 - Emotional Composure Classroom -> By the entrance of the Political Powers Classroom
People Around: Mr. McNabb, Jordan, the other teacher and an injured student -> The militar-looking teacher (Red), the other teacher again (Aaron) and... maybe a few more people are inside?
OOC - Translation Notes: Cavolo! = Holy Shit!
Interactions:
 @Bag o Fruit, @Gus

THIS IS NOT A SAFE IDEA!


Cecilia had stopped waving her arms around the place along with the talking, but that didn't mean she had calmed down. The current of air continued to blow, unchanged. She couldn't take her gaze of the injured boy, worrying, hoping that his condition wasn't as bad as the teacher holding him seemed to make it out to be...


Part of her really wanted to believe he was just sleeping or something like that. Other part couldn't help but wonder how this had happened inside the school. Wasn't the facility supposed to be safe-ground or something like that? What kind of person would decide to attack students, DURING CLASSTIME?! And for what reason?!



The wind around her turned a bit chaotic, as the girl's indignation towards such an inhumane act boiled. That's when Mr.Allen reminded her of what this class was about... Composure, right. Cecil closed her eyes a bit and took a deep, relaxing breath. As the practice seemed to calm her down, so did the wind, until all that remained was the natural breeze of the open doorway and a concerned but no longer panicking or irritated Italian.


"Sorry about that...", she apologetically lowered her head, "and thanks Mr. McNaab I surely needed that. I wouldn't help at all by panicking, right?"


That sentence ended with a smile, though timid and sad. Cecilia was glad that the Emotional Composure teacher was around, it was refreshing to have someone reminding her to calm down and be more focused. Not that anything THAT dangerous would happen if she freaked out while wearing the limiter-set, but it was certainly very welcome!

That peace, however, did not last much. Since Allen had started helping the passed out student, -turns out his power actually has something to do with healing-, the other teacher left the boy with the Emotional Composure teacher and asked Cecilia to go along with him. The girl promptly nodded and approached the man, only to have her task revealed right after. That was very different from what she had been expecting to do...

"A-a strong wind from...the hallway to the classroom...?", she repeated, already apprehensive about the idea, "Wait, did you say 'hole'?!"


But the man did not stay. As soon as he had finished his request, the unknown teacher took a deep breath and at once, stepped outside to the hallway. Cecilia followed him until the door, trying to reach out and make him explain some of the things he had said, but she had hesitated and only watched as the man rushed down the corridor and entered what was the Political Powers classroom. Welp, her only choice was to follow now.
Not knowing what to expect, the Italian quickly ran towards the other room, stopping by the entrance to take a look at the situation. Or try to. Even with the military-looking teacher covering the entrance, she could see what the man had meant when he said 'hole'... Cavolo! That IS a big hole! What, why, when? How had that happened?! The Italian tilted her head, went closer to the ground, even stood in the tip of her toes or jumped a bit, but, she could not make sense of what what going inside. She could see two, maybe three people inside, but not pinpoint who was who.


Still, something had been requested of her, right. How about getting to that?

Taking a few steps from the doorway, Cecilia realised, to her dismay, that to get the right range for her assigned task, she couldn't be wearing the full limiter. Dang. She had hopped to avoid that so much... Bringing her left arm to the front, the girl stared at the pink rubber band that was the first part of her limiter. She had forgotten what it was called exactly, but twisting the button on the right band should open this one... She hadn't really done it yet, actually, Cecil didn't think she had ever removed the bands ever since they had been assigned to her...


Okay, so. Turn the switch a little, the band opens and then she has to send a gust of wind inside the room...Sounded fairly easy. She should be able to do that, right? Then why had her heart started racing, and why was she shaking so hard?


"Come on, it's just a bracelet! You can do this Cecilia, you can do this."

Taking a deep breath, the girl put her right arm in front of her, and started, very slowly, reaching out with the other arm. Her left hand was gradually approaching the right pink band, the green LED's of the device shining, almost as if daring her to do it. She was very near the band now, just...a little bit more and she would be closer to the switch... A little more and she would touch the button. Okay, here we go, slowly, slowly................ SHE COULD'NT DO IT!
Pulling her left arm back, Cecilia was scared AND frustrated that she couldn't do something as SIMPLE as turning a switch... Jezz, why was this so hard? But the girl knew why, she was terrified of hurting innocent people. Ever since she had been tested and witnessed what she could do full capacity, all she had been wondering about was how dangerous it could be if it got out of control. That's why she had requested a water-proof limiter, so that she'd never ever ever need to remove it, never.

Torn between wanting to help, but terrified of possibly sending everyone in the room through the big hole in the wall to fall to their deaths, Cecilia's confusion and indecision revealed themselves in the air current, that this time had started slowly swirling around her in a turmoil of thoughts and emotions. Unable to bear it by herself, the girl held a hand to her chest and shouted through the door with all her might, hoping it reached the teacher she had followed until here:

"There's a guy right on the door, blocking the entrance! And...ARE YOU'RE SURE I'LL NOT SEND YOU ALL FLYING OUT OF THE ROOM INSTEAD?! I-I'M NOT EVEN SURE I CAN CONTROL THIS THING! I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO GET HURT BECAUSE OF ME!!!!!!!"


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/monthly_2016_12/95f2b900e9acfb88310c810f8b758c97.jpg.05f511db045eea8753e9a74af86d922b.jpgGAVIN DABBS




Location: Back of main building, in front of portal


With/Around:   @Teh Frixz  @ViAdvena @Gus @KingHink @Elenion Aura


@: @KingHink


'Girl. Pretty.'




One of the fascinating and quite humorous things in the world, is the fact that many boy's brains revert back to primitive cave man status when they are faced with someone they are attracted to. While technological advances have come so far for many different aspects of life over the centuries, this is something that still vexes even modern science. Which in the case of Gavin Dabbs, meant he stared at Victoria, like a buffoon, for about a full minute before reality slapped him back into the moment.


It had been hard to see past his own dumb expression, that had reflected back at him off the girl's visor but he had sworn he had seen two purple pools of purple light, that were her eyes.


'Her eyes! Oh my god, was that her eyes!?!?'


'Wait, she was talking.'


'Crap. Crap. What did she just say?'


'You were suppose to be listening dummy! Your moms taught you better than this!'


'Shut up, I am trying to think.'


'Something about being in trouble. Yea, that was it!'


 


Catching up with the moment, Gavin watched her inspecting the portal. Only then realizing that his hand was still resting on her shoulder, like some sort of creeper. Quickly, and awkwardly retracting his hand, he gave a nervous laugh.


'Crap, now she thinks you laughed at what she said! DUMB! You Idiot! FIX IT!'


 


"I.. er. I know it looks bad. Think of it this way, you were only following what the instructor told you to do. Plus, that other person started the whole thing."


He paused for a moment, feeling an awkward silence started to grow, he stuffed a hand into his shoulder bag and pulled out one of his business cards. Offering it up to her, Gavin attempted to give another smile, this time without as much nerdiness.


"By the way...I'm Gavin, Gavin Dabbs. What's your -" Noticing the teacher passing by on the other side of the portal, giving a thumbs up to Victoria, he points, "Look at that. See you did a great job!"
 

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Aaron Mallory


Location: Emotional Composure classroom


Nearby: Red, Klaus, Mitch, and Cecilia


Mood: Thoughtful, then a trace of panic!


@s @Zahzi @Lazy Rocktime @too much idea  @Necessity4Fun


From his position by the shattered outer wall, he could not hear what, if anything, Klaus had to say for himself. His fears of a full scale mass killing were fading. He was pretty sure the gas had dissipated, and while Klaus could obviously produce more, Aaron knew Red by reputation and had no doubt of his ability to deal with Klaus quite permanently if it became necessary to do so. He also couldn't hear what Cecilia was saying from the hall behind Red, but she was waving her arms again, and amongst the flurry of chaotic gestures, he noted her indicating her limiter. That, combined with her obvious distress, gave him a decent guess what the problem is. He called out to her.


Leave the limiter on Cecilia! We don't need a hurricane, just a light breeze will do nicely. Just like the one you were making in Mr. McNabb's classroom a moment ago. If you concentrate and focus your powers, you can direct it, even with the limiter at full strength.” He made a mental note to request she be assigned to his class as soon as possible. While she could certainly benefit from Emotional Composure lessons, gaining confidence in using her power without causing mass destruction would be vital to her training. Maybe he should think about setting up a team taught class with himself and Allen. Confidence in your Powers, maybe? Workshop the title later...


He turned away from the tableaux before him, and surveying for the first time the full damage done by Victoria's optic blast. In the far distance, another section of the Francis Scott Key bridge fell into the bay with a huge spray of sea foam. He let out a low whistle. Thinking of students who are going to need help learning to trust themselves to use their powers... Poor Victoria. She must be going through hell right now. He would have to talk to her after this; let her know she wasn't alone. Dangerous, deadly, and destabilizing was par for the course around here, but if anybody was living proof it could be dealt with, it was him. ...of course he had spent about a third of his life running away from it. He sighed, and dropped his gaze to his feet. As he did, he heard the floor begin to groan in protest, no doubt weakened by the removal of a load bearing wall!
 

Sam Casan


Location: Facility 108, HNtK Classroom --> First Aid Classroom


Tagged: @Zahzi (Red), @Necessity4Fun (Kendrick), @KingHink (Ophelia), @St Stare (Urial)


Mood: Shit, fuck, pain.


 


It didn't take long for Sam to feel her adrenaline rush ebbing away, which meant the pain was now punching her brain.


While Hunter seemed keen to continue the lesson, Sam all but lulled to her side before flopping on the ground and hugging her injured hand to her chest, while her tail curled around her body. The metal piece on its end far from comfortable and made an annoying gritting noise when it dragged across the floor.


Dimly hearing the mention of a doctor, Sam let out a groan in response before Hunter wandered out of the classroom...through a hole that had definitely not been there moments ago. When did that happen?


Struggling to maintain her focus, and definitely not wanting to get up now, Sam remained on the floor for another good minute or so before she realized nobody was going to come and find her for a while. Which sadly meant she had to get up and actually drag her injured butt to wherever the nurse's office was around here. At the very least, they could redirect her to a hospital if they couldn't perform a friggin' surgery on her hand for her.


Moaning and groaning the whole way, and almost falling back down halfway there, Sam soon was standing on three limbs, as her balance was really messed up with an injured hand right about now. Not to mention the slightly overwhelming pain that was trying to bash her brain in and told Sam that her hand was far from okay.


Hobbling out of the classroom after casually nudging the door open with her head, Sam soon managed to follow the signs until she was just outside of where she hoped the 'Doc' was. Noting another student seemingly unconscious just outside, Sam assumed this meant she was in the right place. Except, it made little sense as to why he wasn't getting checked out.


Confused and her mind muddled by the pain radiating from her hand, Sam stumbled towards the door until her forehead thwacked it. Right, she had to use the handle first.


Resorting to ignoring the unconscious student nearby, Sam shakily climbed up to her hind legs and used the door handle to open the door and stumble inside. Alas, her balance was horrid right about now, and Sam ended up tripping over herself and promptly faceplanting just inside the classroom with her injured hand flailed out beside her. Unluckily, she ended up slapping the floor with her hand, which made her cry out in pain, as sharp pain now went shooting up her arm. 
 

Jason Swan -Director





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 Mood: Pissed.


 Location: Swans Office -> Political Powers -> Wards Office.


 Company: I don't even fucking know


 @'s: Whom it concerns.


 Other: This post is brought to you by, this playlist of pure rock and roar noise 


Also apologise for no doubt missing some details, a lot of fuckery has happened so just pretend it makes sense.







Swan sat quietly as Page divulged, or rather ranted, her thoughts on the matters that were apparently at hand. Some were valid, others were just a fact of life when dealing with superpowers. Given the rashness of her words , Swan felt it would be best to take things easy on her, she wasn't totally over reacting, only a little, maybe.


"Those forms are well over due... I hadn't even realised. It's been a hectic month, so I'm sure you'll understand if chasing those up slipped my mind. As for the what, battering ram? Instructors are given free rein with their classes for the most part, and given the nature of the classes and the powers at hand, some require a bit more extravagance than others. Mr Mallory has more than enough skills to deal with his lessons, that's why he was hired to teach here. Saying that, he really should have passed his plans by me first before he constructed anything on facility property, even if it was temporary. Thank you for bringing that up with me, I'll definitely look into it." Jason responded calmly, jotting down the main points of conflict in a small notepad lying on his desk. Old school, but it's easier to remember something after you've written it down.


Taking a mouthful of lukewarm coffee, Swan looked over Morgan, she was clearly still a bit shaken, or maybe irritated was a better word, he couldn't be sure with her.


"So is there anything else I can help you... with?" he began, getting distracted by a loud noise from within the facility. With the events of the past few days still more than fresh, any loud noise was suspect, even if it was just from a lesson. "excuse me a moment." he added, focusing on all the sounds around the facility... Things were definitely not going smoothly, something was up.


Jason rose from his seat with a sense of urgency and a more than serious scowl smeared across his face, opening the top drawer of his desk and producing a pistol which he quickly strapped to his belt, he turned to Morgan as he made for the door.


"Miss Page, I suggest you wait here for a while, either classes have gotten out of hand or... well let's just hope it's that." he advised, walking out of the door without another word as from not far down the hall, an almighty boom followed by panicked shouting from the Political powers classroom, or the lounge, signalled the severity of the problem. Whatever had just happened was definitely not part of any lesson plan. Jason sprinted up the stairs, his loud footsteps thumping to a stop just outside of the classroom door. Preparing to enter into whatever potential danger could be within, he placed his hand over the handle of his holstered pistol with a practised movement, readying it to be drawn at a moments notice, and with a deep breath, increased his power level to an "uncomfortable" degree within the confines of the facility's main building. If anyone was within earshot, they'd know fine well that he was on their case. Raising a foot, Swan kicked open the classroom door, knocking splinters of wood from the door frame as the latch ripped open revealing the chaotic scene inside. Taking everything in Jason stood silently, his pistol still half drawn, as he looked at what was left of the classroom.


"What in gods name do you think you're all playing at? This is a fucking school, not a firing range!" he bellowed with enough force to cause the air to move.  "Have you all forgotten what happened at the Zoo? Most of you are lucky you weren't incarcerated for your actions, never mind expelled! In fact the only reason you're all here is because your punishment for that incident would be mandated attendance at an Aegis facility, which you're already fucking at!" he continued, before taking a short breath, holstering his gun and dialling back his power.


"Students. Out, All of you. Class is dismissed for the day, expect letters home or to your case workers, or to whatever organisation is responsible for you attending here. Faculty, Wards office, now." Swan barked with a dangerous glare across the room, before thumping back through the broken door and making his way down stairs to his coworkers room. A much closer location, and given Wards past, one that Jason was well aware was monitored by Commonwealth.


There was extravagant lessons, then there was this clusterfuck of events...
 
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Ophelia


First Aid Class


@Manic Muse @St Stare @Lioness075


Her head moved slowly as her eyes tracked the crawling cat girl. Now while Kendrick did throw a bit of a scene, what Izzy was doing was much more amusing. With the panic and the desk and the getting on the hands and knees and blue face and crawling. One would thing that they were in a war zone. Okay... to be fair, Ophelia probably should have been a bit worried too. If only a little. Eh, there was a teacher here and if worst came to worst, Oppie would just go out the window the same way she came in. 


So it was, the messy haired youth just watched beasties super do her thing. Absent mindedly using two tentacles to play with her desk, attaching her suction cups and pulling them off in a series of soft rhythmic pops. (The closest she could come to tapping on her desk) Watching Izzy try to open the alarm box was particularly amusing. Though Oppie was starting to feel a bit sorry for her. She might have tried to make her feel better, but once she pressed the button she jetted out of their like Kenny. And there went the alarm....


Welp... *pop pop-op-op* she looked towards Urial expectantly. Wondering what sort of direcation he was going to give or if she should go with the alarm and head outside. 


Until, though the door burst open and someone actually entered for a change. Entered then fell. It was a strange creature (like she was one to talk) with blue fur and a tail. Related to Izzy maybe? She seemed hurt either way. 


Oppie raised herself from the chair and walked quickly over to the blue girl. Four dark purple tentacles extending from the girls shoulder towards Sam, offering to help her help. Knowing better than to just up an wrap them around someone to pick them up. While she considered that, there WAS still a teacher nearby. Had to behave. "Are you okay?" She asked. 
 

Sam Casan


Location: Facility 108, First Aid Classroom


Tagged: @KingHink (Ophelia), @St Stare (Urial)


Mood: What the...?


 


When Sam heard some weird suction noise and a student approaching her, she shakily pushed herself up and onto her knees with her good hand. Noting the tentacles extended towards her, Sam almost immediately lurched backwards, landing on her rear and backpedaling a foot or two with her feet. She soon felt her back touch the wall and froze in place. 


Trying to hide her disgusted expression, and failing to do so, Sam replied slowly, "Uh, no, not okay."


Resisting the urge to ask what the hell this person could do with the incredibly creepy tentacles, and trying to not stare at them, Sam looked down at her injured hand. It had swollen pretty badly at this point and looked more like a misshapen lump by now.


Frowning, Sam added, "I-I think I broke something?"
 
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/monthly_2016_12/icon-morgan.png.a07012a221b11493190a016ec01a4b8c.png[SIZE= 22px]MORGAN BRAHN[/SIZE]
Location: Courtyard -> Emotional Composure
Company: Jordan Brahn (@Zahzi), anyone else in the room



Once upon a time, a young man was run over by a dog in the courtyard of a training facility. This young man, dazed and filled with love for Mother Nature’s beautiful creatures, spent a good ten minutes staring at the clouds, and appreciating the silence of the Earth.


Somewhere between then and now a whole lot of bullshittery happened, which left this young man exasperated and unwilling to go to class. It wasn’t until he was assaulted by telepathic waves of panic while hiding in the men’s room updating his Baby Animals blog that he decided that perhaps now was the time to take care of business.


No, not like that.


“Jordan!” Morgan grabbed his little brother by the back of his collar, out of breath after running up the staircase and into the Emotional Composure classroom. What good would he be as an older brother if he weren’t keeping up with his schedule? The resident Salt Mistress had one hell of a taste for clickbait titles, so he didn’t believe the email until he listened for the mental screaming.


“We’re going home, little man.” Maybe it was a little politically incorrect to call his brother by that, but now was not the time to dissect the finer points of ableism and political correctness - especially when there were so many teachers around, and the oldest Brahn sibling just wanted to get out of the way, go home, and curl up with a good book.


Director Swan’s voice echoed around the corner, furiously yelling at who-knows-who, and dismissing the students.


“Yup! Going home!” With that, Morgan all but dragged Jorden out into the hallway. “We’ll just take the bus home, we don’t need to call Dad. Bye everyone! See you tomorrow”
 

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Urial Ursler


Location: First Aid Classroom>Traveling to Clinic


Mood: Displeased, IMMENSELY SO.





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You know, for just a second there, Urial believed he would have a moderately normal day teaching his first class. It was going to be fun and joyous, without interruption and the students would walk out as better people knowing how to treat the injured and sick. Of course, the rumors he had heard about the infamous Facility 108 were all practically confirmed upon this time....


IT MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN THE BLOODY SOMME 


Somehow and for some reason, Kendrick stormed out of the room like an ancient elephant of war being confronted by a flaming pig and had made his way outside in a panic. In the meantime, someone thought it amusing to distribute a disturbing video of a student dying, of all things, to a bunch of fellow teens, a species known to overreact to everything in the known universe. This theory of times long past was proven correct once again when the young Kitten thought it appropriate to quickly smash the fire alarm without the room actually being filled with gas in any way...Her science teachers had utterly failed at teaching her that if gas was in this room, they'd all probably be choking or having some form of reaction. Urial was often not one to place blame on students, but she had most likely made the entire situations for the school worse by pressing the alarm, she would certainly incite panic and fear intentional or not, by her actions. 


Now not only was an alarm blaring, but an injured student came in and collapsed upon their injured extremity, most likely worsening the injury. It seemed like a simple broken bone, Orthopedic expertise was going to be used in this situation, although she may have suffered some nerve damage as well. Something that whilst treatable under his expertise, he doubted the school was equipped to deal with in a proper medical manner. Ophelia, his currently most favorite student because of her calm nature and inquisition, immediately offered to lend her help the injured student. Of course, the student who looked just as inhumane as Ophelia herself, if not more so,  seemed to react in a rather negative way to the mere gesture of help. Something which greatly displeased Urial in all ways possible. He had lived three hundred years, knowing discrimination of all varieties against his kind, no variety was as bad as Supers discriminating on their own kind. It was horrific, to be ostracized by the only community you could relate to in any way. He certainly wasn't going to have it in any way, rest assured. 


"Whilst I am under oath to treat the injured no matter who they are, Madam, I certainly will not have you showing distaste towards my student who offers you a hand of help and therefore, friendship. The world is divided enough as It is, do not worsen that divide by showing hatred towards your own kind. If you continue down that path, you will find that you will have no one standing with you when revulsion is shown towards you. People like us need friends desperately in this world and you'd be wise to make them." 


The arms coming from his backpack suddenly danced throughout the room for a second before carefully picking up the injured girl, Urial making sure that no further strain was placed on either her or the hand itself. "Thank you very much, Ophelia for offering help to her, It's certainly one of the first things one does before they treat the patient. I'll make sure her injuries are tended to, but my tasks for you are not completed just yet. Given your wonderfully calm nature, which is greatly appreciated in this time, would you please be able to calm the young Kendrick & Izzie? I fear that their panicking might be making the situation seem far worse than it actually is to them. Do this and you may request any baked good you would like from me and It shall be done on your behalf. Wonderful work today Ophelia!" With that, Urial skipped out of the room whilst his arms held the injured girl in the air as if she were some sacred idol being transported to a vault. 


"Now, I am currently taking you to the other room, the clinic, which is equipped with the correct equipment needed to treat you. If you have the energy, please do explain how you suffered from such a wound. It would be of much help."
 

Sam Casan


Location: First Aid Classroom --> Traveling to Clinic


Tagged: @St Stare (Urial), @KingHink (Ophelia)


Mood: Still in pain, yey


 


Hearing someone speaking to her, Sam didn't see who it was coming from right away. Naturally, her expression quickly became one of immense confusion. Which in turn became one of mixed confusion and a raised eyebrow when a dog with electronic arms coming from a backpack came to help her out. Well, to rant at her, too.


As far as Sam was concerned, tentacles were really creepy and she figured her reaction had probably been a relatively normal one. Yet, this dog seemed to disagree, as he continued to rant on her about being discriminating towards someone with tentacles. Granted, Sam probably wasn't the most normal-looking one around here, but tentacles! It wasn't like Sam was actually expecting to befriend anyone here.


When the dog's electronic arms went to pick her up, Sam flinched and struggled really hard to not bolt away, as the dog seemed to know what he was doing and, in a really weird way, was probably her best bet at getting medical attention. 


Hearing the dog mention baked goods as a reward, Sam instantly envisioned the dog with a chef's hat on and working diligently in a kitchen with his electronic arms. Flour caked his coat and Sam almost smiled until she felt a twinge of pain radiate up her arm, which quickly brought her back to reality.


Listening to the dog's instructions and blinking a bit when tears briefly threatened to roll down her face, Sam inhaled shakily before answering.


"I-I was in Hunter's class. Um...How N-not to Kill? He, uh, he told me to attack him."


With her tail hanging uselessly beneath her, Sam suddenly remembered the metal chunk stuck to it.


"I also have some metal stuck to the end of my tail? I-it's sharp, though. My tail, I mean."
 
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