Episode 3: School of Hard Knocks

[welian]

/monthly_2016_08/icon-morgan.png.4efb0c5086e1edec0b1030af54238c3c.pngMorgan Brahn



The terrorist attack was the worst day of Morgan’s life, and he wasn’t even there.


It wasn’t that he was involved in it – the worst that happened to him that day was that he stubbed his toe and tripped on his face walking to the clinic, wondering why the new teacher was carrying a girl whose leg was covered in blue ooze.


No, it didn’t matter what happened to him, or what he thought. What mattered was what everyone else thought.


For the first time since operations began, the family bakery was closed. It stayed that way for three whole days, while his mother locked herself in the house and refused to come outside. Morgan didn’t need to ask why. His mother had been there for both of Rapture’s attacks on Commonwealth. One of them nearly killed his father.


The bakery reopened, eventually. Dad begged her, and Dad always got what he wanted from Mom. Usually. As long as it involved food.


But they were thinking. Lots of people were thinking, and so there were lots of thoughts to be heard.


And Morgan was thinking that it might be nice to know the thoughts of a man that was at the mall when the Knights attacked, and at Commonwealth when Rapture attacked. Mr. Swan would surely have an opinion on the matter.


The teenage boy glanced down at his limiter, it was turned all the way up.  Even then, it burned hot against his skin and he could feel wave after wave of intruding thought pounding at his skull and begging to find a crack anywhere, at all, to seep in and break him down.


It was no wonder then, that he looked remarkably like the White Rabbit as he sprinted across the courtyard, pretending to be worried about being late for class.

 

[Teh Frixz]

Riley Zdunowski 


An eye on the cameras and one on her desk visitors, Rileys attention was soon grabbed by the events unfolding outside. Mr. Mallory. Aaron? Had engaged the reporters with his abilities. It prompted her to recall the instructions she'd been given by the Security teams prowling about. 


1) Don't turn off your inhibitor Riley, dear god don't. 


2) If you see staff using powers, intervene and do not escalate the situation. 


3) Call us if you need help. 


Well, she didn't need help and her hand was already hovering near her timer. Slow down there girl. Try something else. Kicking back from her desk she literally jumps out of her chair and onto her desk. Sneakers planted firmly atop, she speaks 'Hang on guys, gonna go deal with this issue outside...again!" 


She then jumps down, landing with inhuman fluidity before rushing out the door and towards the milling group. "Aaron!" She cries "Shall we be getting back to your class? Hmm?" She skids to a halt in the group, ignoring the looks at her uniform. Riley looks around, making sure enough hubub hadn't occurred to set off the security teams in waiting. 


@Gus

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Allen McNabb//Lazarus

• Mood: Expectant!
  
• Location: In the hall! (it's a very exciting hall)
  
• Nearby: Anyone who said they were in the Emotional Composure classroom or the hallway?
  

According to many sources Lazarus researched, when humans were bored and in the presence of many small objects, they tend to stack them. Quite fascinating!


Lazarus had awoken McNabb's body to leave for work at 2:30 am, arrive at 2:56, and wait until 3:00 to enter the building and go sit at their new desk. There they had sat, or rather there Allen had sat, until the start of the school day. Which was in the afternoon. Allen's eyes were red, and they stung, no matter what remedy Lazarus found online to use. At about 9:00 it had occurred to them that browsing the internet for so long was likely a contributing factor, and so they shut down their MacBook. In place of the internet, they entertained themselves by writing the day's lesson plan on every sticky note in six stacks of large sticky notes, neatly placing each on the respective bottoms of six new stacks, with which they would likely never do anything. When they no longer found it necessary (an event exactly corresponding with the depletion of all the sticky notes in their desk), they started practicing their speech exercises.

"Our cutlery cuts quite cleanly and quite keenly... Kuh! Kuh! Ahem. ... Ten tame tadpoles tucked tightly in a tall thin tin. How gruesome. Tuh! Tuh! Tuh! Aaaaeeeeiiiiioooouuuu!"


After about an hour of that, they did a little bit of research on the behavior of bored humans, as mentioned above. Apparently boredom affected humans heavily and quite often, but as such they had a wide variety of solutions! Many of those that they found were impossible, due to a lack of nail polish in his desk, but in what time there was left before class, Allen reorganized the Emotional Composure class bookshelf twenty-four times, knocked on Mr. DeKlerk's door for 30 minutes in the interest of borrowing a few plants to start a garden (it became apparent that he was absent from his classroom), pulled five muscles and broke two bones doing strenuous workouts, walked in circles around his desk listening to an episode of the 'This Birding Life' podcast, and made a little hat and about four crane-like atrocities out of their lesson plan sticky notes. They had Allen don the hat.


As the school hour drew imminent, they had constructed a helical tower of unsharpened pencils the height of a five-year-old when suddenly the room shuddered and darkened by about 0.12 lux, returning to normal a wrathful tirade later. Lazarus, in reference to the veritable sea of pencils that graced their classroom floor, very carefully considered their response. It turned out to be "Phooey."


Since there was no broom in the classroom, Allen tottered out into the halls in search of one. Well, that and the source of the disturbance, but they had done extensive research on the staff and were reasonably certain who it was.

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter Red Ward
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Location: Baltimore General Hospital
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Nearby: Chris ( @Bag o fruit )
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Disposition: S.S.D.D.
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You know, it takes a very special kind of circumstances to force Chernov to allow Hunter out of his hush-hush house/work arrest. Was it the terrorist attacks? No. Was it because the collective government finally got their heads out of their asses and figured out Red isn't trying to murder everyone in their sleep? Of course not. It's because one student fucked up so bad because he killed a terrorist. OH THE HORROR. Carrying a duffel bag and wearing a new-yet-remarkably-the-exact-same-fucking-coat, Red began trudging toward the Baltimore General Hospital. Of all places he could go to get away from damn-near icy grip of both the Facility and Chernov, why it had to be another fucking hospital. Just beautiful.
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If there had been one good thing to come out of the events from two weeks ago, it was that most of the people had fed into the propaganda being flung around against Supers, Commonwealth, and Aegis itself.  Why was this a good thing you ask? Because Red had been on the video feed and every little sheep and their jackass friends were now avoiding him as we walked down the block toward his destination. It was a goddamn vacation as far as he was concerned.
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Well, it was, until he rounded the corner and could see the crowd gathered outside. Armed with microphones, cameras, and sheeple en-mass. Joy. Even more joy when they all seemed to collectively spot Hunter at about the same time and began a mad dash towards him. With an annoyed groan, Hunter slung the bag over his shoulder and remained where he stood, lighting a cigarette as the crowed surrounded him like a swarm of  locusts.
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Wait, no, that's insulting locusts as a whole....They actually have a use in society.
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Within moments, Red was accosted with a flurry of questions. Now, if they could learn how not to speak in a frenzied mass then MAYBE they might get an answer. Oh who are we kidding? Like Red would talk to these kind of people of his own volition.
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Hunter seemed to act as if they weren't even there, gaze toward the hospital itself as he blew smoke from the cigarette into the air.
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He began walking through the crowd the best he could without causing an incident...Which is to day they then blocked his access in that direction because 'it's not a crime if we do it'.
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Rolling his eyes and ignoring the slew of barf in the form of loaded questions, he began walking in another direction. Once again, halted by the kind of people who have very questionable relationships with the first amendment.
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One of the sheep in the crowd of sentient cancer then decided to press their luck; putting their hand on his shoulder in an attempt to keep him from trying to leave again. Hunter stared down at the hand with dull expression.
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"-Answer the question, Mister Ward! Do you or the rest of Aegis even care those people died?"
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Apparently a few in the crowd noticed something was amiss when the rather fresh cigarette was burned through within two seconds in one inhalation of air.
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Hunter then spun around to look the one who asked the question dead in the eye.
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"Do I care? Is that really what you're going to waste my time with?" he growled, staring them down.
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"Portia Clemmond. Ronald Smith. Alex Summers. Brenton Livingston. Alvin Avery. Jacob Niels-" Red began listing off the names of all the people who lost their lives in the attack on the mall- all thirty-nine in a tone that not only demanded the crowd shut up, but forced silence upon them. 
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"-Every single one of them walked into that mall expecting everything to be safe. For the people sworn to protect them to do their job without fault. But unfortunately since you can't make another story about them overreacting or being too heavy-handed about who you see as a 'victimized group', now you want to sink your teeth into one about them not living up to your asinine standards."
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Taking a step forward to be face-to-face with the reporter, causing them to back up slightly.
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"Everyone who lost their life deserves more than what they're receiving right now. We owe it to the families to not forget our failure. Commonwealth owes them much more. And so do you."
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And with that Red turned back around and walked toward the hospital, moving any opposition out of his way, They tried to follow, but a wall of metal shot up from the ground, impeding their progress.
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By the time the wall lowered back down to the ground, Red was already inside the hospital, and far out of their reach.
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As Red walked through the corridors, he was now fiddling with his phone, tacking away at the screen and sending what seemed like a message to someone in particular.
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Scarlet
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You fucking owe me.3:07 P.M.
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After a few more minutes, he walked into a particular room, unzipping the dufflebag and causing all the contents, which seemed to be comprised of books, survival gear, and a few papers reading off 'liability waivers' to fly out toward whatever poor soul, this time being Chris.
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If he was asleep or awake, Red didn't care. Though the poor kid would probably hope it was the latter.
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"Rise and shine, recruit. Boot Camp starts today."
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[The Oldest Blueberry]

"Larry" the Groundskeeper
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Location: Facility 108 Security Desk -> Under the Clinic


Mood: Livid


With: Riley, Mitch, Morgan, and Denzil -> Avecca / In the chatrooms with Penelope


@Teh Frixz@too much idea@RemainingQuestions@Elenion Aura@welian


The reactions were calm, which Larry was thankful for. The trio had been joined by two others, Morgan Neverlin and Denzil de Klerk. Larry had to admit the slightest bit of fear creeping into his 'mind.' Never before had he been around so many people with dangerous abilities. Majority of those with powers in the Laboratories simply possessed incredible smarts. But these beings? They could be very dangerous. Well, not all of them, and especially not with the appropriate limiter. Even so, Larry had no true reason to fear them; should his body be destroyed, he would simply be put into another shell. All things considered, he would probably arrive in a shell with firearms or some other advances in power repressing...though that technology was still a little behind where it should be.


As Morgan and Mitch made small chat, and Denzil his introduction, Riley sprang into action. Without hesitation, Larry allowed himself access to the Facility's security camera system. Instantly, the damage and its cause were visible. Aaron Mallory. The limiter was completely worthless for that one. Larry clenched his metallic fists and he observed the damage that had been done. Even if cement was cheap, and technology granted so many new ways to install slabs of it, that didn't make Larry feel any better. "Barely three minutes on Facility Property and the repairs alone have warranted just over $900. I haven't even physically seen majority of the rest of the facility..." At bare minimum, at least Riley was on the scene with Aaron. If she was good at her job, everything would be fine, and there would be no more physical damage to worry about. Mental, however, for the news crews, and their equipment...that might come back to bite them. How very human to be so rash and barbaric.


Larry's head turned to face the others. It stared with its blank, dim-yellow screens, conveying no emotion. "Mitch, I'm sure you can assist Morgan to her requested location? And as for Mr de Klerk, I'd love to stay and explain...myself," Larry gestured to his entire body. "But there is someone I must need to have a chat with." Larry's voice dipped suddenly with the word 'chat.' Larry's mechanical limbs twisted before the rest of his body did, setting him off towards Facility 108's Clinic. The torso finally twisted back in to place, making the body appear 'right' once again.


The brief walk over was spent cycling through hours and hours of security footage, stopping only for a brief moment so that Larry could wave 'hello' to Morgan Brahn. The security footage was over the span of a few hours of a certain day. The results of this day were one casualty and a prisoner in Facility 108. The prisoner was underneath the Clinic, and at the moment, that same prisoner was now joined by Larry, who had rather forcefully opened up the double-doors with a bright orange 'no trespassing' sign on them.


"What a foul creature you are. If I did not know any better, I'd suspect that direct sunlight would kill you." Larry put his hands behind his back, staring down at Avecca. She was impossibly pale. If she was any whiter, she'd be translucent. Her provided clothing was far from fitting, in both the metaphorical and literal sense. It was strange to see her out of her suit, and without her gear. "Breaking and entering. Attempted theft. Multiple accounts of assault. Murder. Many more. I don't think I understand the reason you were kept here, much less kept alive." Larry leaned down slightly, camera lenses zooming and focusing, getting a clear profile of her. Small. Frail. The AI would have no issue with killing her, but he was not allowed to do so. "I'm sure I'm not the first to attempt to get information out of you, and I likely won't be the last. Let's start at a simple level. What are you?"




Meanwhile, Larry was still present in the chatroom. Currently, Penelope, under the online name 'xXSaltMistressXx' was using simple paradoxes, in a vain attempt to shut down the AI. "You'll have to step up your game, Penelope. I've seen better paradoxes spelled out by spilled Spaghetti-O's. You'll have to try harder than that." Larry had a particular distaste of paradoxes. Not that the AI couldn't comprehend them; it knew they had no answer. But someone only tells an AI a paradox when they want that AI to shut down or overload itself. Insults were never Larry's strong suit, but he knew one trick from online message boards that never failed to get at least the slightest bit of negative reaction, which he proceeded to type into the chatroom. " ; ) "
 


From Larry's observations, that specific 'emote' had only two uses, depending on context and method. In the online world of arguments, it was to spite others, similar to a matador waving a flag at a bull. In some cases, it was something one used for emphasis. Typically in this state it was paired with either innuendo, or direct 'explicit messages.' Naturally, Larry meant to use it in the spiting method, but if one had a skewed enough comprehension, the latter form was also a possibility.

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

WOLF HIGGINS -- STRETCH


Location: Facility 108 Gym


Mood: Amused


@'s: Nike @Suzuki Mine Danny @Captain Hesperus


"Heeell yeah I'm excited! You see these hips?!"  Wolf blinked, lips pursed as she stared at Nike. Looks like "hell yes" was a bit of an understatement. Wolf watched with a blank expression as Nike gyrated her hips, grin looking to be so big it would practically tear the woman's face in two. Though Wolf didn't seem to be particularly interested in Nike's dancing, she made no move to inch away as Nike danced towards her, and only finally shifted her stance when Nike offered out her hand (as well as the eyebrow wiggle) in a gesture for her to join in on the dancing.


Wolf gave a short, soft chuckle at her John Dunbar joke before shrugging and turning away. "Sorry, Nike. Not today." Wolf said, the hint of a smile still lingering as she moved away from Nike and her fabulous hips, towards the walls of the gym. Even if Wolf really wanted too, she was likely physically incapable of matching Nike's enthusiasm. Was anyone capable of matching her enthusiasm? Really. "Not today" actually meant "I never have any intentions of dancing in a public place", but that didn't need to be said. Wolf didn't feel the need to disappoint her boss anymore than she already was doing so. 


The door was blown open and in trudged a young, angry look boy.  "So I'm here already. What's the fucking plan?"  He spat, looking to have a particular distaste for Nike beside her. Before Wolf said anything, she glanced towards Nike, conveying a sort of "well, here's our first student" kind of look. Wolf kept quiet, figuring that Nike would have some sort of fancy grand entrance planned, so Wolf gave him a little wave and then shoved her hands back in her sweater pockets. Wolf had been freed of her limiter what felt like ages ago, but even still she didn't use her powers quite that often. So for the time being, Wolf stood quietly by, whistling quietly and swinging back and forth on her heels as she waited for the explosion of an introduction Nike would soon put upon the poor boy. 

 

[ViAdvena]

 

Several hours ago...


[SIZE=11pt]“Seriously,” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Exasperation was clear from her voice, “from the entire videos they have, why show that one?” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt][/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]It was the usual breakfast in the Ross-Wilson household. Except instead of sitting in the table, Mary leaned beside it, her own breakfast finished long before her siblings came down to get theirs. She was talking on her phone with one of her acquaintance. But the conversation they had was far from idle chatter.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt][/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]“I have watched the collection of footage, there’s video that do better at showing the real situation, like the close-up shoot at the stage when they snapped the girl’s- okay, bad example, that one is taken down for being too graphic. But the one they show on the news-” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]She clacked. “The video just happened to be on top of the list, you say? How very convenient.” Another way of her to say ‘I don’t believe that bullshit’.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt][/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]“And it’s strange how the narration shifted from ‘AEGIS staff failed to diffuse the situation’ to ’all supers are dangers to society and should disappear’. More so, the fact that she- Feedback- is also a super is somehow ignored.” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Another sigh. “So majority of people mourn the death of a super while at the same time condemn them. The dissonance is real.” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt][/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]She looked over her shoulder. “You two finished already?” she asked her siblings. “Okay.” Mary spoke back to her phone. “Well, good to know the insider view. I owe you one this time.” She chuckled. “No, that one information is too priceless. Later, Tam.” With that the call ended. She turned around to face her siblings. “Alright, let’s go. By the way, these last few days…” she frowned a bit. “…No one have bothered you, haven’t they?”[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]Lily just shook her head without a word, while Luke pipped out. “Nope.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt][/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]“Good.” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Mary seemed relieved. “Keep it under wrap.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt][/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]“With all fucked up shit going on out there?” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Luke snorted. “Of course we are going to hide it, we are not stupid.”[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]“You better are because I don’t want to hear news about you successfully beating someone up with a paper napkin.”[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]“Woah, that actually sound cool-”[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]“’Not stupid’ you say.”[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]“…not.”[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]Lily was still silent, but she kept staring at her older sister without blinking. Mary looked back at her. “What’s wrong, Lily?”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]“…It’s high.” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Lily finally spoke. “Lately, the current threat level-” She raised her hand and pointed above Mary’s head. “-is high.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt][/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]“Is that so?” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Mary didn’t look confused by the statement. “Many dangerous things do happen lately…” she patted Lily’s head and smiled. “But you don’t need to worry about this.” [/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]For a moment Lily opened her mouth, about to say something. But then she closed it and nodded. Beside her, Luke jumped from his chair and grabbed his backpack. “C’mon Lil, I don’t want to get scolded by Mr. Baldy again!”[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=9pt]“Who’s Mr. Baldy?” [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]“That Math teacher.”[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] “Isn’t his name Mr. Barry?” “Well, he is bald!” [/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]Mary watched the twins walked away as they were debating, and she couldn’t help but internally sighed before she followed them. From all the time it could happen, she thought, why must it happen now?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt][/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.5pt]Currently...[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt][/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]Sipping on her tea, she glanced at the clock on the wall. Fifteen minutes before the class began. Her gaze moved back to the front gates of the facility on the opposite end of the small cafe where she sat in. Even from where she was, the sight of crowds with cameras and microphones in front of the facility was clearly visible. [/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]Mary had seen similar sight eight years ago. This was so nostalgic, but not in a good way. At least this time they’re just latching onto whoever walked past the gate instead of specifically looking for someone…weren’t they? Except for those who came for Nike Deschain, but that blue-card celebrity had entered the building not too long ago after saying her article-worthy statement. Mary could easily go into the building without having to walk past those reporters. But the question was, did she want to?[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]Just when she was thinking about it, she saw a hooded male student tried to go through the reporters. He got his hoodie yanked down in the process, and Mary stared at this in disbelief. What the hell, did that woman just physically restrain him from leaving? What’s with this blatant violation of journalism ethic? Even reporters from eight years ago were better than that. Are they real reporters? Mary paused at this. Are all of them real reporters?[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]She put her cup down and stood up from her chair. After waving at the barista, Mary walked out of the cafe and headed to the facility. There was a car parked not too far away from the gate. Mary saw it coming several minutes ago, but the passenger was yet to come out. A bit curious, Mary glanced aside as she walked past it. There were two passengers inside and…wait, were those cat ears that she saw? And did…did they just twitch?[/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]So cute![/SIZE]


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[SIZE=11pt]Mary paused on her track and turned around. “Excuse me,” she politely greeted the passengers despite her internal squealing over the ears. “Are you about to enter the facility too?” She glanced at the swarm before the gate. “It does look difficult to pass through them…”[/SIZE]




[SIZE=9pt]Location: In front of Facility 108[/SIZE]


[SIZE=9pt]With: Izzy @Manic Muse[/SIZE]

 

[simj26]

Jamie Bishop was not in a particularly charitable mood. 11 days had passed, and she had not seen hide nor hair of the sniper she had sworn her heart to. She just wanted to be in her arms, or have her in hers, preferably without the whole trying to kill each other deal, and have nothing else to do with the world. She didn’t particularly care that her newfound obsession was attempting to cause the next Holocaust, now with more Supers than Jews- Jamie Bishop was a sap who believed in love conquering all. At this point, however, she had nothing but pure disdain for every damn person that passed her by, both supers and normies.


So when she saw the crowd of cameras, sound mics, and TV vans gathered outside the facility, she had had quite enough of the bullshit. She removed her cap from her unkempt head of hair, and, with the casualness she had with dusting her cap, she tore the ones that stood directly in front of her away from their spatial positions, and deposited them beside her as she walked past, displacing all those who stood in their way. It was not a small number that were sent reeling and crashing into another from the sudden teleportation sickness. She could really care less about how much these rumormongers were going to pay for their minor transgressions. They were relatively lucky in that she didn’t give them a one way trip to a rooftop and a subsequent reminder, courtesy of the harsh mistress that was gravity.


A hand touched her shoulder at one point, but her glance at it sent its owner to the opposite side, and forwards into the other clamoring reporters. A domino effect occured in the crowd- the idiots were so packed together that when one fell, the others would collapse with them. The unlucky ones who were late to the congregation were, in fact, one of the more fortunate ones, allowing them to sidestep artfully away from the human cascade, and for them to step over their fellow humans to make for the front gates...after they were clearly out of the eyesight of the girl with the cap.


Jamie sat her cap back on her head and patted it down, squashing her unruly hair underneath, and drew the brim down. She dipped her head to the man that stood ahead of the crowd, understanding that he was one of the staff of the facility. Despite her lack of tact, she was at least able to understand that he was at least skilled or at least powerful enough to keep back the fucks that polluted her way into the facility. That alone earned some respect. Not wholly, just some. Without much else to stand in her way, she walked off into the facility, and, after several steps, her feet slowed, as if mired by an invisible bog, and her shoulders slumped.


She just really wanted to see the sniper again.

Spoiler

@Gus@whoever else is at the gates.

 

[Zahzi]

Jordan Stunted DestroyerStill working on it.. Brahn
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Location: Outside Facility 108 to  Emotional Composure Classroom
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Nearby: A bunch of other miserable shits in this classroom.
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Disposition: 
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In case anyone else thinks they have an overprotective mother, let the record show that in order for Jordan to even BE here, he had to fool his mother with a fake replica of himself. At the moment it was still at home, doing something loud, annoying, and hard to miss; clumsily fiddling with the PA system in the bakery.  Sure, Jordan himself could have taken care of it long before breakfast had even been taken care of, but putting a piece of shit robot from Mattel that was ironically the same height as him. So all he really had to do was mess around with its settings.
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..Eventually, his mother would notice its not her youngest child. Maybe. She wasn't exactly the greatest at observation these days... 
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As he reached the Facility, he gave a sigh, seeing the crowd of reporters. They were everywhere it seemed. He continued walking as he pulled out his phone, typing away onto the screen as they started crowding around him.
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Before the first question could even be asked, something happened to the equipment they were all carrying. A violent short affected all the equipment in the hands of the reporters and their crews. Fried, corrupted, and even more useless than his own body.
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Suck it, bitches.
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He just calmly walked into the facility, ignoring their confusion entirely.
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"I can't believe they don't even try to keep their shit updated." he mumbled as he looked up for a moment, glaring at the door in front of him.
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'Emotional Composure'.
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"I don't see WHY they think I have an anger problem. I got the guy to stop being a DICK, didn't I..?" he opened the door and walked to the closest available desk, hopping into the seat and crossing his arms, staring at the wall in front of him.
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"Let's get this over with...."
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[CloudyBlueDay]

ALEXIS DEVAN


Location: Main Entrance to Facility 108


Mood: meh


@'s: Morgan @welian Riley @Teh FrixzMitch @too much idea Denzil @RemainingQuestions Jamie @simj22


Alexis had decided it was safe to label this week as the worst week of all her time at Facility 108. And this place was shitty enough as it was. 


Her talk with Asher stayed on her mind all week as she flipped through news channel after news channel droning on about the Owing Mills Mall attack. It was a mess. A bloody, gruesome, awful mess. Even if Asher was right, even if she could suddenly "shape up" and become some sort of model student, earn her that shiny codename and wipe all her wrong doings from the past,  what good would it be in this kind of world? Where if she turned a corner, there'd be someone talking about what an abomination she is. I didn't ask for this, she wanted to remind them. None of us did.


Fuck. Being a model student could wait. Alexis needed a punching bag one that wouldn't get her in half as much trouble as punching Asher would. And there was a perfect one hidden beneath the clinic. If not to set flame to the spy, Alexis would've at least enjoyed seeing her locked up. So, Alexis left a little bit early to sneak in a chat with the pasty-ass bitch. 


"I'm going now, Gran." Alexis called, poking her head into the elderly lady's bedroom, where lay on the bed with a black cat beside her, licking it's paw and looking quite pleased. Alexis blinked. They didn't have a cat. 


"Uhm, Grandma. Where'd you get the cat?" 


"I found her on the street, sweetie, during one of my walks." 


"You.. don't really take walks." 


Her grandma chuckled, stroking the cat and eliciting a strong purr from the thing. "Well, how are you supposed to know what I during all the times you're not here, hmm?" 


..Touche.


Alexis slung on her jacket and grabbed her backpack, and out she went. It wasn't long before she ended up at AEGIS, but was stunned by the crowd of reporters that swarmed the building, blocking off every entrance and bombarding every person that entered.  Luckily for Alexis, however, a student seemed to be taking care of that. Alexis watched with a pleased grin as reporter after reporter fell upon each other, mics being dropped and cameras breaking against the pavement. Alexis laughed once the student had vanished inside, and followed her lead, smirking at the people on the ground as she pushed open the door of the main entrance. 


There was a crowd in the entrance, near the security desk. Alexis glanced around at them, recognizing only one, Denzil, from the fiasco the week before. Her giddy expression returned to it's normal, angry frown as she looked them over. "Uh, where's Mental Discipline?" She said pointedly, pissed she had to make any conversation with them at all. For now she might have to abandon her plan to attack Avecca -- there were too many people, watching where she might be going.

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Kendrick Haywood
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Location: AEGIS Training Facility 108 - Entrance >> Everywhere >> Entrance again


People Around: Everyone at the entrance right now, Cap Girl.


Interactions: @simj22


Today's Toys: Ted, Pandora, Spiral, Sparkles, Asinelli and Garisenda (two of the white towers)


 


If it isn't the Young lady...




 Not wanting to stand by the entrance gate all by himself, Kendrick decided to take a stroll through the facility.


 He took advantage of being inside AEGIS, where no one would really bother him about things and let Ted out of his backpack. The teddy bear climbed the teen's chest and sat down on his shoulder. It was such a common sight that anyone who had seen the duo before wouldn't be surprised at all:


 "I wonder where everyone is...We're not so early that we're the only ones here, right?", he pondered while petting Ted. He knew the toy wouldn't ever reply back, but he still asked it.


Putting on his conductor hat, Kendrick set up for exploring the facility. 


The first place he checked was the Cafeteria. Perhaps someone would still be hanging around there after lunch? But, there wasn't really anyone in there. Next he went to the Faculty Lounge, but it was equally as empty. He went on checking all the rooms if only, just to shake his boredom, but either the places were empty or he didn't really feel like interrupting the people inside them. Some seemed to be really enjoying themselves.


Eventually, Kendrick decided to go back to the entrance, who knows? Maybe someone he can talk to has arrived now?


When the boy got there, he was right in time to see the Human Domino. The person responsible for it? No one other than the cap girl he had helped in the Commonwealth attack. 


The sight made him laugh a little, it was a rather amusing method for one to open-way into the facility and the surprised faces of the reporters made it even funnier!


He made his way closer to the group of people in the entrance and after greeting them all quick, but politely, even the one who had just entered and asked about Mental Discipline, he staggered off to encounter the cap girl:


"Good Afternoon. I DID expect us to meet again, but I wasn't expecting it this soon.", despite having a serious look on his face and the arms crossed, Kendrick wasn't really mad at her from their past exchanges, "That was quite a performance out there, you deserve a round of applause.", he let it out with a soft laughter, while both he and Ted clapped at her.

 

[Guilded Clover]

Cherie-Amour Williams
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Mood: Disappointed --> Amused
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@'s: @Suzuki Mine @CloudyBlueDay @Captain Hesperus
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Cherie quickly made her way through the streets of Baltimore. "Stupid bus man made me late!" She mumbled through clenched teeth. She fast-walked down the street, still careful not to push anyone down by accident. She knew how on-edge everyone has been since that attack. Relations between Supers and the rest of the population are currently strained and she knew that. It does not take super powers to figure it out. 


Ever since the attack at the mall, nothing felt right. She wanted to stay home and never go outside. She began to feel as if someone was watching her and even though she would tell herself that it wasn't true, the feeling still lingered at the back of her mind. It was amazing that she could still sleep at night.


Cherie was fine; she only had minor injuries from the shrapnel. Makayla wasn't as fortunate. The explosions from the parking lot had left the cousin in critical condition and she's been that way since. All I tried to do was protect her, she thought. But I made it worse. Her ears began to get hot and some tears found their way down her cheeks. I'm sorry.


Her thoughts were cut early from the commotion going on from the front of the facility. Reporters. She took a second before rushing as fast as she could towards the building. The young woman looked ahead and did not wait for anyone. She finally did once she got to the doorway. "Jesus." She made her way inside.


"Physical discipline? Now?" She said to herself as she walked down the hall. The stitches on her arm and shoulder were still somewhat fresh. Plus, she did not really want to work out. But she could not just ditch class and it would be best for her to get out of class. "Fine." The empath wiped her eyes and face before walking into the gym.


Cherie was not ready for what she saw next. She looked physically taken aback. She looked on at the spectacle one of the teachers were putting on in amused surprise. It was not anything she expected, but she quickly came to like it. She smiled a little and got closer. "This is something, I guess."



 


 

 

[ManicMuse]

Page M.
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@: No one really, yet.
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Location: Out on public property in front of Facility 108
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The hustle and bustle of the airport terminal made it hard to sleep for most. The true veterans of the never ending airport routine were easy to spot. They were able to sleep with ease in the uncomfortable chairs. Taking advantage of the few moments of peace before they were about to be packed like sardines for hours in the air.


Among the endless sea of seats and murmuring crowds, was one woman that clearly not a business class regular. Yet, she had managed to use a duffel bag as a pillow, a coat as a blanket and was sandwiched between two rows of seats at terminal six. Flights to Baltimore and the surrounding cities had been cancelled after the state of emergency had been declared.


 Page Morgan had only caught bits and pieces of the world news reports from the television in her father's hospital room. It had been too much to process at the time. Her focus had been on easing her father's passing and struggling to deflect her mother's verbal attacks, as they worked to arrange the funeral. The last week had been a blur. The moment she watched her father's casket descend into the ground, Page went numb from the onslaught of sorrow that swelled within, like flood gates ready to burst open. Instead of facing it, Page did what she did best, went placid and locked the emotions within.


Finally, finding time to catch up on the events that had taken place back home, Page could not bring herself to react. To do so would mean risking being ruled by her emotions. For now, it was time to compartmentalize, needs verses wants.


·         The top of the need list, get home and get job back.


·         Bottom of the want list, to erupt, sob and burn until there was nothing left.


 Her father was dead, there was no longer a chance of that relationship being fixed. Her mother still blamed her for destroying the family. She had abandoned her post at Aegis the day before the worst terrorist attack since the Rapture. Page, just kept reminding herself, needs before wants.


It had taken a great deal of effort, but she had managed to compose a quite professional email to Director Swan regarding her sudden absence. Apologies galore had been laced throughout the explanation. All that had been left was the waiting game for a flight. Page had gotten a seat on the first flight after the 'no fly' had been lifted. However, she ended up giving up her seat to a woman that had family who had been wounded in the mall attack. Page already knew her Aunt back in Baltimore was fine. It seemed wrong to not give the girl the ticket.


The next flight she had been able to get was 36 hours later and Page had not bothered to leave the airport between. A woman dressed in a blue blazer and pencil skirt came pulling up to terminal six in a glorified golf cart. After killing the engine she shimmed behind the counter and tapped on the computer. Then taking a receiver in hand, she turned on the intercom system causing it to static and squeal. The high pitch wail was enough to cause Page to stir from her slumber  just in time to hear the over the top hyper, peppy, voice of the woman.


"Oh me, that there put the heart crossways. Any whooo. Welcome ta Mint Airlines. We will be boarding shortly for flight 435. I suggest, hitting the jacks if ya must. Boarding will be starting in five minutes. Thanks for your time and thank you for chosen Mint Airlines, where you always fly fresh."


After being herded onto the aircraft with the rest of the passenger's Page requested a blanket and pillow. By the time the plane was in the air, Page had already gone back to sleep. By the time the plane touched down, it was Tuesday evening. After renting a car and driving another three hours, Page was finally home. It had been Wednesday in the early A.M. and Page was still exhausted. There had been little sleep the last week and now she was paying for it. Finding her pillow, she curled up on the couch, flipped on a late night talk show. A full commercial break had not even passed before she out again. The sleep did not last long though as she was startled awake by a vivid nightmare.


Jerking up right, Page gasped for air, choking on a half scream while a hand shot down to her ankle. The tidal wave of dread melted away by the reassuring feel of cold metal and plastic. The little light, verifying the limiter was function glowed in the darkness of the dark apartment. Turning on her phone, Page looked to her phone to find it was only 6 A.M.


The day, went horridly slow as Page was not due into work until the afternoon. Given the email that had been sent in reply to her own. Course no one was happy about her actions but at the same time they were desperate for good staff at Aegis given the recent events. After stopping by her favorite bakery for apology donuts, it was time to head out.


Once the cab pulled up outside Facility 108 at nearly 3 P.M. Page paid the driver and he went on his way. Page, however, did not. The red headed woman just stood there, holding two boxes of donuts from BB's Bakery, too scared to dare go inside. Why the hell were reports there? What was with the extra security? Was she even in the right place?

 
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[Lemon Boy]

KYLE KEYSOR
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Mood: Groggy & Irritated
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@Manic Muse
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Location: Streets of Baltimore > In front of Facility 108
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OOC: Just a note, but Kyle's right eye is covered by one of those Medical patches or whatever as of this time.
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Of all the weeks he had been through, this one had been the most intense, frustrating and worrying of them all in his entire life. The incident at the Zoo had been far from the most serious event that had happened that day; Firstly, some albino girl had tried to raid their school or whatever trying to steal information apparently which had ended up in a teacher somehow getting punched in the face by a student and some liquid being spilled practically everywhere. Secondly, there was some sort of attempt on the Commonwealth's director's life which involved a bunch of terrorists trying to take her out and a student getting shot in the arm. Kyle was quite thankful that his father wasn't at the workplace during the little raid or he may have found himself on the injured list as well. Thirdly and far worse than those three incidents put together, was the Owens Mall attack. Which had resulted in numerous casualties and deaths, orchestrated by some bible thumping terrorists who prattled on about how Super's are abominations or something along those lines.


Overall.


The World was going to shit.


As per usual. 


The effects of such chaos were felt all around the city and It was far from subtle. Reporters and the like were swooping down from their stations to get the biggest scoop possible, each one vying for attention and making the situation even worse for those directly affected. His own father and mother were often being tailed, being bombarded by questions constantly concerning three matters. The attack at Commonwealth, the attack at the mall and Kyle's own slight fuck up at the Zoo with his powers thank the howling cacophony of numerous car alarms going off. It was also slightly obvious with the vans parked outside their house that the reporters wanted more so they could rake in the views. Honestly, the only good thing coming out from all of this was that incompetent community service teacher disappearing from the face of the earth. Maybe those terrorists had got her? 


One of the few people Kyle disliked and they just vanished the second he voiced his distaste for her.


Thank the lord.


Life had to go on, even with the tension looming throughout the city hinting to something big happening coming. Whatever It was, he'd rather just sleep through It than be a part or it and make It worse like last time. 


So here he was, walking down the cold ass streets of Baltimore with his hoodie up and scarf wrapped around his mouth to try and seem as inconspicuous as possible. Though, that was quite hard to do when you had to wear one of those damn Medical patches over your right eye. Kyle had been one of the very lucky ones in School to get targeted by a certain group of assholes who had wanted to make their opinion quite clear that It was the Super's fault for everything that had happened over the past week. Jolly times. His brother had been moved from their house as a result of that incident because of his Mother's fears of such a thing happening to their youngest. Meanwhile, his sister has been temporarily pulled from School by his dad because of her threatening to quote on quote "Drive my fist up one of those fuckers assholes and rip them in two." 


Kyle by far was the sanest one in the entire household at this time.


At the very least, he could ignore everything around him thinking about the events of the past week whilst walking to School. 


Well, he could until he was met with the absolutely gorgeous view of a swarm of reporters gathering outside the facility. He let out an exhausted sigh, looking beside him to notice a lady standing there dumbfounded at the view.....Was she holding some food too?


She must be a new staff member who simply didn't pay attention to the news.


That or a reporter, which he hoped not, because he'd honestly just throw the hot coffee he was drinking in her face if she was. 


Not in the mood to deal with more of those vultures............


"Hey, uh, lady....I'm gonna assume you haven't watched the news lately If you look so confused about our lovely guests and I hope you aren't one of them."


Yawning slightly, he prepared to give her a 101 lesson of all the shittery that went down in the beautiful city of getting shot whilst shopping. 


"The Owens mall got raided by bible thumping terrorists with some machine guns or something, The commonwealth director nearly got her face blown off by those same guys, a giant nudist prowled about the zoo swatting birds like whack-a-mole annnnnddd our facility kinda got raided by an albino chick." With the way he had said that, all those things might as well have been daily occurrences to him.


Of course, he'd become a bit numb to all the tragedy and drama thanks to the hefty amount of news channels reporting about all of it and his parents being questioned about it every time they stepped out the house.


"All the shiny Security and everything is to make sure we don't get harassed or attacked like at that mall. It's goin pretty good at Facility 108 when we're plastered all over the news and become the most famous Aegis facility in the entire country thank's to everything that's been happening...." 


It was blatantly obvious that his last comment was absolutely laced with sarcasm. 


He was quite amazed that this lady hadn't heard about It.....


"Uh...so If that settles everything with you....would you mind If I went into the Facility with you? I have more than enough of those Journalists and reporters trying to hound me and my parents so they can fill their Blogs and News channels with more crap to spew....."


God he hoped she was a teacher.


If not...well. 


Coffee to the face and run would sound alright by now.

 

[Bag o Fruit]

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Chris Kravitz


Location: Baltimore General


Mood: No longer bored


Nearby: Mister Schwartz?


Chris clicked the left mouse button for a shot he'd been lining up, then reached with his left hand to catch a book hurdling towards his bullet wound, and brought his right arm up to block something that felt like a sheathed hatchet. He wasn't sure cause he didn't bother to look. The bubble on the screen, meanwhile, bounced off the left wall, then off the top, and hit into a pocket of bubbles that had been opened up by a vein he popped a minute ago. Half the screen emptied. His score remained at 9999999. The book and hatchet fell to the floor along with most of the stuff, and he grunted as he repositioned so as to face whoever just came in.

"Oh hey, Mister, uh..." Shit, what was it that Eden guy said about him? Mister, mister... something... Guidance councilor. Goddammit, this is about Bub. "Hey, Mister Schwartz. Listen, anything you're about to tell me I've already heard from fifty of your kind, okay? Sorry if that sounds harsh, but I've been thinking about this. I know we're superheroes. Well, we're getting there at least. Well, we're supposed to be. Anyway, I know, life and death is not up to us, it's up to God, and it would be up to the Judicial Branch if that were practiced anymore. It's our job not to kill, even when we don't like it. But it's our responsibility to protect the innocent. That motherfucker had a gun, alright? Maybe I didn't have all the pieces, I didn't... I didn't know they were planning not to kill anyone at the building... I didn't know that guy was his son... And I could have made sure of everything before I acted. I didn't.

"But, y'know what? Fuck you. Fuck you, coming in here telling me that killing is wrong, or whatever. I heard a flashbang, I saw armed soldiers, and the Director was injured. If I were a B-rank, maybe I could have wrapped them all up in a force field, saved the day, whoop-de-fuckin-doo. I used my power, which isn't anything a physicist has to break his skull over to explain. I act on instinct, and I fix a goddamn problem. THEY were a goddamn problem. I'm not powerful enough to save innocents and criminals, so sorry if I'm not good enough for your vision of the world where solving problems is as easy as drooling over a map and singing in Spanish. Sorry I live in the fucking real world.

"And, knowing what I know now? I'm not sorry at all about Bubba. The guy I killed. I'm sorry for his son, who had to have spewed out of that fucker's raw cock. His son, who had to grow up under his father's undoubtedly abusive thumb, with his ignorant, cowardly bigot drawl filling their house with fuckwit sounds. Bubba who, by my logic, either joined Raguel's cause because he has no fucking idea what they represent or, more likely, because he shares their views that superhumans are the personification of the devil as the symbol of all evil. FUCK THAT GUY. Fuck Raguel and fuck that guy, and if his son comes out of actually learning about the real world still thinking the same thing, fuck him too. And if you're here to tell me that his death was not justified, fuck you. When Raguel comes for my people, there's gonna be one less son-of-a-bitch in their army." Chris glanced away from Red a little bit. "Believe me, my people haven't forgotten the last time a bunch of Goys decided they were subhuman."

He slid back into his original position and massacred another cluster of bubbles. "By the by, did your generation have this instead of Hex Sniper? I ask because it's friggin archaic."

 

[DJ MagicHat]

Asher Torchinovich
The Ravemaster
Location: Asher's office, main corridor (heading towards Mental Discipline classroom)
OOC: Thanks to @Suzuki Mine for helping me add a little more substance to this!


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Blast,[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Asher thought as he rummaged around in his office. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Where did the bloody thing get to this AHA![/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He reached down and picked up the last knick knack he had been looking for, grinning to himself as he placed it in the box with the rest of his tools for today’s lecture. He took a long sip from his thermos, picked up the box and his now-fixed guitar, calmly ignored the eggs that had splattered on and around his office window, and in an almost-literal flash he was gone.[/SIZE]
 


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]As he spun away from his now-locked office door, he saw one of his students nearby. He thought he recognized her…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Ah, Miss Warren!” he said jovially. “You’re in my class today, are you not? Better hurry, today we start getting practical!” He took a sip from his trusty thermos. “Come along! Best not to be late, do as I say and all that!”[/SIZE]



[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]He raced down the hallway toward his classroom, a track that he always heard at times like this starting to play in his head once more. He knew there were new students here, and that only made this that much better for him.[/SIZE]



[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The show was about to begin.[/SIZE]

 

[Zahzi]

Hunter Red Ward


Location: Baltimore General Hospital


Nearby: Chris ( @Bag o fruit )


Disposition: 


Red stood patiently as Chris went onto a tirade which seems to have been created from days of dealing with the people outside of the hospital. He even seemed amused as he listened to him go on and on about insulting 'his kind' and how he didn't care if people didn't like what he did. He looked back out the doorway to find some people in the hallway looking in, concerned. They could clearly hear everything the kid was saying, and were worried about the likelihood of him being thrown out the fourth story window in the next five seconds.

 
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He slowly shut the door as Chris continued and merely sat down in one of the chairs across from the bed, a rather large, unnerving smile painted across his face. The kid seemed to know right from wrong more than the half-wits outside ever could. This was good. This was very good...
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Propping his feet up on top of the bed, he crossed his arms, still staring directly at Chris, the smile remaining. When the long-winded speech ended, Red finally spoke up.
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"A few things, kid. One, yes, I am here because you flattened a terrorist, but not in the sense that you are thinking. Two, I don't give a damn that you killed them. You had your shitstorm in front of you, and you did the best with what you had. Three, if I WAS here to be mad at you about anything, it would be about how sloppy you acted that ended up with you in that bed. And four." A pause, rolling his eyes, remembering he'd need to throw Eden in the icy water later.
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"I'm not some pencil-pushing guidance counselor like pinky seems to have you convinced I am."
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He then stood up and walked around the bed, staring down at the mess of items that had been tossed to Chris before.
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"I am Hunter Ward. And because of your exemplary work. you have been selected to be the sole-victim of my class back at Aegis. And while the name is 'How Not to Kill', I think Swan would agree it falls on deaf ears and needs to be relabeled 'How Not to Be Killed."
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"In short, you've been drafted into the Aegis boot camp being run by me. May whatever god you care for have mercy on your soul."
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Another pause.
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"And no. I have no idea what Hex Sniper is. Back in my day, we just kicked actual ass to alleviate boredom."
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[ManicMuse]

Page M.


@: @St Sunny All others on property but not yet inside Main building.


Location: Cross the street> Just inside a main gate of Facility 108


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Time was carrying up but Page, could not will herself to move with it. A lump was growing in her throat, like she had swallowed a glob of something and gotten it had gotten stuck half way down. Tension was spreading across her chest and her heart felt like it was going to pound its way out of her rib cage. Sweat built up in the palms of each hand causing the paper boxes, containing the donuts to shift, ever so slightly. Page stared, hopelessly at the gaggle of reporters, then to the few people by that gate that actually belonged there.


 "I can't do this. This is crazy, I need to quit. I should be at home, I am not cut out for this," Page was mentally already planning out a prompt-to letter of resignation, when suddenly a runty looking kid addressed her.


"Hey, uh, lady....I'm gonna assume you haven't watched the news lately If you look so confused about our lovely guests and I hope you aren't one of them."


Shifting her attention downward, she gawked at the awkward looking teen, staring now at his gauze eye patch. It probably appeared rude, but focusing on him stopped her panic attack from escalating.


"The Owens mall got raided by bible thumping terrorists with some machine guns or something, The commonwealth director nearly got her face blown off by those same guys, a giant nudist prowled about the zoo swatting birds like whack-a-mole annnnnddd our facility kinda got raided by an albino chick." 


Page shifted the weight of baked goods onto one hand allowing the other one to adjust her glasses, which had been sliding down the bridge of her freckled nose.


"Uh, yeah. I was sort of out of town dealing with a family matter when it happened and just got back this morning. I only caught what made international news. I guess, I did not realize things had not gotten this bad," Page's gaze shifted back to the reports. A few of them had set up their tripods to get B role footage or segment sections with their bloody casualties, giving key point lines.


"Uh...so If that settles everything with you....would you mind If I went into the Facility with you? I have more than enough of those Journalists and reporters trying to hound me and my parents so they can fill their Blogs and News channels with more crap to spew....."


Right, they both needed to get into that building and preferably without either of them ending up on the five o'clock news. Looking down at the two boxes in her hand, Page got an idea.


"I think I have an idea. Here hold these for a second," without even really asking, she shifted the two boxes of baked goods toward Kyle to take. Once her hands were free, Page shifted her own backpack off her shoulder. Kneeling down, the strands of her wild red hair draped around her face as she searched and rummaged through the bag. It took a few moments but eventually she produced a bright lime scarf, pair of jumbo sunglasses and a 'poor-boy' hat. Wrapping the lime scarf first over her head then around her neck, she followed it up with trading her glasses for the jumbo sunglasses. Then closing up her backpack, she used her few inches of extra height over Kyle, to work and place the hat on his head and hide his face with the small brim of the cap.


"We are delivering food, that's it. Don't look up, don't answer anything questions. Keep your head down and watch the ground carefully. They might try to trip you up if they get close."


Suddenly Page's nerves had melted away. Working to take one of the donut boxes for herself, she studied the layout of the area again and gave a nod before giving Kyle a bit of a smirk. "By the way, my name is Page. I'm a clerk, er sort of a secretary, well I, I work in the office. I basically do whatever Director or the Staff ask me to do."


With that, she checked both ways and began to cross the street, hoping Kyle was in tow. Hitting the curb at the other side, a camera man had already started to shift his camera toward her, when she held up the box clearly from a bakery. "Just dropping off a catering order with my son, don't mind me." After a blasé motion toward Kyle, Page doubled her pace and went rushing toward the front gate of the Facility.


It appeared a few people that belonged, were just inside the property lines but Page did not want to blow her rouse by socializing, instead she just played dumb. Waiting to ensure Kyle too, made it through the crowd. Plus, if this worked, her and the kid would definitely be well deserving of a donut.

 

[Gus]

Aaron Mallory


Location: In front of the school.


Nearby: Riley Zdunowski, Mary Ross, Isabelle Chase, Jamie Bishop, Jordan Brahn, Page Morgan, Kyle Keysor


Mood: Oh, it's going to be a long day.


@s @teh frizx @ViAdvena @ManicMuse @simj22 @zahzi @st sunny


A voice from behind calling his name caught his attention. He turned to see Ms. Zdunowski rushing up to him with the biggest forced grin he had ever seen on a human face, and an urgent desperate look in her eyes as she 'suggested' he get back to his classroom. Hmm. It seemed AEGIS was more concerned about faculty frightening the press than about the press assaulting students. Must have missed that memo. Missed a lot of things the last ten days he supposed, mooning about. No more.


“Hello, Ms. Zdunowski. Always a pleasure to see AEGIS's finest on the job. Don't worry, I won't stay long. Just supervising the last few stragglers through the gates.”


The press of reporters was getting restive now, and emboldened by the appearance of security, and Aaron's considerably calmer demeanor, the flood of questions began.


“You identified yourself as Aaron Mallory. Could you tell us what you teach?”


Aaron was only half listening, looking over the crowd to the car where Isabelle was lingering. It looked like Mary Ross had stopped to talk to her. Good. Mary should be able to bypass the crowd easily and bring 108s most recognizable member through unmolested. Realizing he had let several other questions hang in the air for a bit too long, he answered the only one that he properly heard.


“I teach Collateral Damage Prevention.”


There was a brief murmur of surprise before the next blizzard of questions was flying.


“What in the hell have you been teaching them? Did you see what they did to the zoo? Is it true that you have been in seclusion since the events on the fourteenth? Has Director Swan asked for your resignation?


Aaron half expected them to ask if he had stopped beating his wife, but he kept calm. It was actually a little bit funny now that he was in the thick of it. He also knew he wouldn't have to keep it up much longer; Morgan Brahn had just scurried past, and he had spotted Jamie Bishop followed closely by the younger Brahn, as well as Kyle Keysor who had stopped to talk to a red haired woman across the street. Talking was definitely not his strong suit, but if it got the students in the door with no further incidents, it was a small hardship well worth it. He would have to remember to talk to Director Swan later about the possibility of a student buddy system to avoid this sort of bottleneck in the... crap. They were waiting for answers again. He was really bad at this.


“Collateral Damage can be hard to avoid when you are an adolescent. Imagine trying to navigate your own 'awkward' years with all the power of a main battle tank. I have been at the facility less than two weeks. It will take longer than that to get where we need to be, and I think the Director knows that. Avoiding causing problems is a lifetime pursuit for people like us. It does get better with practice, and some people are naturally talented. Here comes one of my students now. She's actually one of my most precocious students, very solid understanding of her powers, very subtle and almost effortless avoidance of unintended damages.”


At that point Jamie reached the edge of the crowd, and plowed through it with all the subtlety of a bulldozer. Those who weren't directly displaced through her spacewarp were thrown off balance by the staggering of the ones who were. Aaron could only look on in silent horror as she casually nodded hello to him, as if assaulting a dozen people with her powers didn't rise to the level of being worthy of comment. He gaped as she side stepped him and waltzed into the main building. Fortunately his event horizon was still dark enough to conceal his shock as he turned back to the crowd. What in the hell was he going to say to that. Just as they began to regain their footing and surge forward clamoring for comment, suddenly all their equipment simultaneously shorted out, spraying sparks and leaking thin acrid smoke. As they looked in puzzlement at tens of thousands of dollars worth of now utterly useless equipment, Jordan plodded past, looking like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.


There is a long awkward silence. Aaron cleared his throat.


“Well, thank you all for coming! I am sure you have a lot of editing to do to get ready for the 5 'o clock news, and I have a class to teach. Lots of, um, lots of new lessons to impart, forging the new generation. Yes. Um. Bye!”


To anyone who didn't know him, it might look like a leisurely stroll, but Aaron made a new personal best time hoofing it back to his class.

 

[Teh Frixz]

RILEY ZDUNOWSKI


AEGIS GATES


Riley steps in, literally sliding in between Aaron as he began heading off and the gaggle of reporters asking questions before Jaime makes it over. Maybe it was a good idea for AEGIS staff to be up to snuff with their uniforms because for once, her SECURITY badge seemed to command at least a modicum of respect. "Alright alright, lets not barge in on the guy. I mean c'mon. These are teachers and kids here." Riley starts channeling one of the dozens of failed classes she'd taken right inside the walls of the building she was defending. It had always been there for her, despite how many times she'd fucked up. The teachers were volunteering to help, they didn't have to be there. 


"This guy, Mr. Mallory, he's a volunteer. He doesn't have to be here but he chooses to be. He's doing what he can to help people. Not freaks or monsters but people like you and me. Ya gotta lay off us here at the student level. I mean, if you got questions, go to the people that know the facts or go and apply for a job here, figure out what it's like first hand. I've got job applications inside, AEGIS is always hiring. Shit..If any of the you guys leave now and let these kids go to school, I'll give you my number so you can have a guided tour of AEGIS, not just the outside but inside too." 


Riley lets herself start to ramble on, trying to make a point somewhat visible to the vulturelike press parked outside her gates. As well as hopefully distracting from the student using abilities to make it through the crowd. That was exactly what Riley didn't want right now. They all needed to look and act human, not flaunting powers for a cheap thrill on an easy target. That'd make them no better than the press or even the Knights themselves. They needed to look like the good guys, even if they weren't always. 


"OH for the Record, I'm Security Officer Zdunowski and I'm saying it right here and right now, AEGIS and staff like Mr.Mallory are forces of good in the world ya know. Let's stop looking for a scapegoat and start looking for answers. 

 

[Suzuki Mine]

||☠ At Facility 108 - Hallway || ☠ The last person she wanted to run into ( @DJ MagicHat ) || ☠ Feeling meh || ☠ All the pretty gifs~ ||
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[SIZE=14.6667px]Over a week had gone by since the cluster of events. While Sevan was dealing with the shenaniganmancy that had been cast upon Facility 108 in the form of a ghostly white chick with rockin' hair, the world was dealing with actual problems (or what she defined as such). Terrorists had bombed a local mall; one that she knew due to how many times she had played on the nearby street corners. The death and injury counts were unnerving, but what really got Sevan biting her bottom lip in thought had been the message behind it all. They had gone there to spread the word of their organization, and it was obvious that they weren't too keen on supers. She didn't hate her powers, not even when the migraines got really bad, but this did make her a bit on edge. Sevan never thought that she would ever feel safer being locked up.[/SIZE]

 


[SIZE=14.6667px]From that point on her escort to and from Facility 108 was upped in quality. She still was driven there by the same guys, but they had gotten special permissions to carry a little extra heat on them. On top of that, her guards were given orders to walk Sevan into and out from the building. She doubted the two even needed to be ordered to do so. The moment she got in the van on the day of the bombing they had been all over her, babbling something about "what if there had been a school outing there?!" and "It was so close and I got so scared!". Really, if they weren't married then maybe they needed some vacation time away from one another. This was ridiculous.[/SIZE]

 


[SIZE=14.6667px]Unlike many of the kids and some staff on that day, Sevan didn't have to put up with the parade of reporters and tabloid writers. She was nice and tucked away inside of an official county vehicle, which rolled itself right on past them and through the front gates. Even then Sevan could hear them as they shouted and watched as they tried to wave the vehicle down. They kept their distance though for the sake of professionalism, and as such the little convoy got through without incident. From there it was just a quick park job, a short walk through some doors, and a quick exchange of words and times before she was finally, finally on her own.[/SIZE]

 


[SIZE=14.6667px]And then, as she started making her way towards the stairs, his voice snuck up from behind her.[/SIZE]

 


[SIZE=14.6667px]It took quite a bit to keep Sevan from- No, no. She did cringe. She cringed on a soul level. It hadn't been nearly long enough since the incident with the guitar and the rat in the ceiling for her to get over what she had heard there, and since then nothing better had happened from it. No, this wasn't her first class for Mental Discipline. Even with the terrorist attack, AEGIS classes had gone on without a hitch or hiccup to be seen. Out of all the classes, this was the one that she was suppose to be focusing on, what with the nature of her powers and all. It just so happened to be taught by the one man who probably hit every kind of switch and button she had in her mind. He was energetic, peppy, and enjoyed some God awful music that he loved blaring every class.[/SIZE]

 


[SIZE=14.6667px]Okay, it wasn't all bad, but even with the earplugs it really was loud.[/SIZE]

 


[SIZE=14.6667px]With an audible sigh edged with obvious annoyance, Sevan cast her eyes to the opposite side that Asher was standing. Yet another teacher calling her by her last name. Yet another black mark against him.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]"By all means, don’t wait up for me." [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]You could practically feel the eye roll that might’ve accompanied her words, her feet still carrying her over to and up the stairs.[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]"I’m not an afternoon person." [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]To accompany her statement, she lifted a hand in a rather lazy fashion and gave him a weak flick of her wrist. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]"I'll catch up... eventually."[/SIZE]








 

 

[Suzuki Mine]

||✺ At Facility 108 - Gym || ✺ Wolf ( @CloudyBlueDay ), Danny ( @Captain Hesperus ), Cherie ( @Guilded Clover ) || ✺ Feeling awesome || ✺ OOC~ ||
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[SIZE=13.3333px]Damn![/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px] That line was so good too! Even then, it wasn't enough to get through the cool as a rubbery cucumber exterior that her newest acquaintance had. As Wolf walked away Nike leaned a little after her, her fingers stretching as if trying to touch her before they simply collapsed to her side.[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]"Ahh,"[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]Nike whined after her.[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]"Yer killin' me, Smalls! Breaking my poor, delicate heart in two!"[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]Her bottom lip poked out, her eyes slowly sliding over to the gym doors. She'd ignored it for a little bit, but she thought she had heard them open. And did someone say something? Yeah, maybe someone said something.[/SIZE]

 


[SIZE=13.3333px]While she had been fishing for a reaction from Wolf the room had quickly doubled in population. The first to catch her eye was a guy who looked like the world had just pissed in his cornflakes. Though she couldn't exactly remember the words that had been said, the tone that they had carried stuck well enough. Maybe it had been him. She could totally believe it. The second person was just a few steps behind him and moving closer. Unlike the first one, she looked at least somewhat amused with what had happened, and that was enough to bring a smile back to Nike's face.[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]"Welp, I'll take what I can get~"[/SIZE]

 


[SIZE=13.3333px]Nike's eyes flickered between the two once or twice more before she closed them, giving a somewhat smug sounding chuckle.[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]"Look Wolf, we've finally got some students to do something with!"[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]With a sharp movement one foot snapped out into a point, then off to the size, the tip of her shoe dragging across the ground before being shifted onto. Now in her widened stance and facing the two newcomers straight on, Nike crossed her arms underneath her chest, lifted her head and leveled her gaze on them once more. The whole pose was meant to give off an air of confidence in accordance to anime and manga logic.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]"Yo~! The name's Nike Deschain, but y'all can call me Nike!"[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]One hand unraveled to give a tip of two fingers, which flowed right into a gesture towards another side of the warehouse.[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]"And that adowabru cinnamon roll over there is Wolf, my partner in crime. You can just call her awesome, 'cause she totes is~"[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] [/SIZE][SIZE=13.3333px]She flashed Wolf a thumbs up, mouthing "ILU bby" for her to see, then topping it with a playful wink before putting her attention back on track.[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]"You're here for my Physical Discipline class, right? If not I might, like, cry a little or somethin', but I'd be totes up for helping you find where you're suppose to be. Jus' sayin'."[/SIZE]

 

[Captain Hesperus]

Danny Travis
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Location: Facility 108 Gymnasium
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@s: @Guilded Clover @Suzuki Mine @CloudyBlueDay
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The gymnasium was pretty much like any high school gymnasium, only there were no lines painted on the floor marking out the fields of the dozen or so different sports that could be played indoors and the retractable climbing equipment looked like it had been made from battleship-grade steel. The high windows were conspicuously protected by sturdy bars and he knew from experience that the small storage rooms off to one side did not contain balls, bats, racquets, birdies, cones, vaulting horses or any of the many other sporting and gymnastic apparatus school gyms normally had. It did have crash mats though. Danny remembered them. Last time he'd seen them, he'd been slammed down face-first by Psycho Ward in an effort to 'pacify him' after another student had picked a fight with him.


Danny blinked at Nike's introduction. He actually felt his stomach turn at the saccharine-sweet peppiness that literally oozed out of her every pore and was splashed around the gym with her every move. Thank God I'm not a diabetic, otherwise I'd die.


He sighed hard through his nose, still uncaring of the blood that was caked to his forehead.


"I know who the fuck you are and I don't care who the fuck she is,", he indicated Wolf with a nod, "but all I want to know is why the fuck I'm here and when the fuck I can leave. If it's not stupid bitches trying to choke me with my own clothing, it's stupid ones trying to turn shit into sunshine here."


He turned to look at Cherie-Amour.


"Please tell me you're not as enthusiastic to be here as she is?"

 

[Guilded Clover]

Cherie-Amour Williams 


Mood: Content


@'s: @CloudyBlueDay @Suzuki Mine @Captain Hesperus


Cherie shifted her stance after the teacher made her introduction. It made her cringe a little, but it did not last forever and she found that the fake Japanese speak and the anime pose to be a little funny. The girl chuckled and stepped a little closer.


"Nike and Wolf," Cherie gave a small wave towards her teachers. "It's nice to meet you both. I'm Cherie-Amour, like the song, but you can call me Cherie."


The boy next to her was extremely rude. He did not look like the type of person who would buy the exciting vibes the teacher was trying to give off. Honestly, he would probably physically cringe at these sort of things. She can understand that. But calling teachers bitches? That is a lot. On the other hand, she had little to no problem with the little preformance. You do you, you know?


She looked at him. "Not really, but given what happened just over a week ago and what I had to go through personally, I'll just roll with it. I can take the happy sweet stuff, even if it is silly. Don't worry, it'll be over soon. Just gotta be patient. I think we're only exercising." She ended with a weak smile and a shrug.


She looked back at Nike and Wolf. "Speaking of, how much exercise will we actually be doing? If it's a lot, then I need to talk to you."

 

[Teh Frixz]

Penelope Urbain 


Her Room/Chat room


xXSaltmistressXx: Are you using spaghetti-OS as your operating system? That'd explain that weak ass ; ) emoji. You gotta be at least part jap in your core, go with some eastern shit emoji ( ՞ਊ ՞) 


xXSaltmistressXx: If I wanted to fry your tin can anyways, I'd just send my ERP sessions up to your server. I got this site, all we do is get off to robots like you larry. Come down and see it with me~ 


Penny cackles away, knowing full well out of all the catfish in the world she was probably the worst at it. But maybe that was the point. Why give someone enough respect to make a convincing caricature of a person online when it was so much more disrespectful to play up a bad one. If they realized it was fake affection, so what, they get pissy. If they didn't well, at that point why not just steal their credit card numbers and charge some high end shit. They didn't deserve good credit at that point anyways. Either way, it was still a fun tactic to bring up with Larry. He seemed eternally hesitant to get into non clinical detail over human reproduction. It was almost as if he would stiffen up so to speak. It was never not funny to order some sort of horrible obvious adult entertainment and watch him have to bring it down to her. His programming probably didn't let him commit mail fraud and explain the nature of the package's origin and he couldn't just leave it out there or she'd throw a fit and threaten to meltdown. That threat though would earn her a visit from the Doc's if she tried that again. 


They may be the only people in the entire world that Penny obeyed outright without question, her 'parents' in a way. The Doc's were easy going but they took some shit serious and faking a possible Core meltdown over a prank package for the robot running building systems was one of the things that they tended to count as serious. She pulls her legs up onto the chair, sitting cross legged on her huge computer chair. Gripping the edge of the desk she rolls herself back and forth towards the screen while she thought it over. 


xXSaltmistressXx: better yet Larry, If you really want to come down here can you bring some Mickey Dee's, I'm tired of the shit healthfood they are stocking me with. I'm not on a regiment and I don't get physicals. QUICK USE UR EXTENDO ARMS PLZ. 


Unfolding her legs while waiting for a response, Penny clicks across the web to check her favorite haunts online. Nothing new and just the usual shills online. The word boredom hangs at the edge of her lip while she starts scrolling through a list of movies not out yet and which one to download first. 


@That Guy Leopold