Fandom Paragon Academy

kevin · Nov 28, 2022

Welcome, one and all, to Paragon Academy!
We are pleased to welcome new and old faces back for another successful school year.
The school is covered with swarms of students, a mixture of teens and young adults.
Everyone scattered around like ants, some searching for classes, some searching for lockers, some searching for friends, and others just standing around socializing.
In about 10 minutes, the bell would ring for the first classes of the day to officially start.

Xen6n · Nov 29, 2022

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mood relaxed

location Paragon Academy

outfit This with a red scarf; https://i.styleoholic.com/2017/12/W...-scarf-beige-beanie-jeans-and-brown-boots.jpg

fun fact Victor inherited his father's skills and interest in neuroscience and human anatomy.

tag N/A

Victor Strange

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Victor wasn't sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of hormonal adolescents and naive adults in a sorry excuse of a school, run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago...but he admired the sadism. Victor had spent his entire childhood being trained, instructed, and exploring the numerous worlds beyond his own; his father had taught him to rely on himself, so it wasn't surprising that he wouldn't be looking forward to attending this school. So, of all the times his father might have done it, what irksome demon possessed him to agree to let him go to school? Did he finally succumb to old age? He hasn't spoken to a human being in 13 years excluding his father and the Ancient One, he is understandably and extremely angry. However, more importantly, he is nervous, something he won't admit to anybody. Already finding the Earth Dimension to be mildly irritating to his senses. The ongoing conflict between the mystical forces of this universe and the Dark Dimension inside of him did not improve his attitude, and he already found it challenging to interact with others.

Victor could only sneer at his father as Wong drove them to school. He was like this the entire week, so Victor assumed his father had grown accustomed to the sneers. "Vic, how long do you intend to give me the cold shoulder?" His father finally broke the awkward silence in the car. Victor knew all too well that his father knew. Victor looked at Wong as he was driving, "Wong, please remind my father that I'm no longer speaking to him."

Having been the target of this unsettling father-son dispute, Wong sighed, recognizing that one Strange was enough, but two was pushing it. "Victor your father understands your confusion and frustration more than anyone, but he including your mother saw how beneficial it was for you to be among peers who will understand you, and maybe even make friends for once."

"Friends are dead weight...", Victor morbidly added.

Dr. Strange continued for Wong, disregarding Victor's remark, "I know you're nervous, but if you'd just give it a chance-" Victor got out of the car before Dr. Strange could finish, recognizing Wong had already parked in front of the school and was waiting on them. In annoyance, Stephen could only sigh and rub the bridge of his nose "Wong, am I doing something wrong? I'm aware that lately, he's always angry at me, but I'm really trying ".

Looking at him in the rearview mirror, Wong remarked, "Just give him time, he's obstinate as a mule but he's wise, he'll eventually understand." The connection between Stephen and his son was, to put it mildly, tumultuous. Victor's unyielding and disconcerting worldview was partly to blame as well as Stephen's earlier harsh treatment of Victor when he was younger. Instead of cherishing the world and what it had to offer, Victor views it as something to endure.

Oddly enough, Victor's first day of school was today despite having been supposed to join years ago. You can blame Victor for that. The majority of the Avengers were keen to see him in person, according to his father. He had already failed in his attempt to remain unknown and he didn't know if he had a reputation at this school, but he prayed to the Vishanti that he didn't. He surmised what hope he had if his father failed at that.

As he walked into the main hallway, there were many students milling about, some chatting with friends, some just walking by, and a few fiddling with their lockers as they prepared for the morning. Humans, demigods, mutants, homo-magi, metahumans, aliens, and other extraordinary beings of varying sizes and shapes made up the school, which was diversified. He was truly in awe of the sight; not since his visit to the Dungeons of Dyzakk had he witnessed such diversity. He moved silently through the crowd while donning dark jeans, a white T-shirt under a black denim jacket, and an eye-catching red scarf that is the Cloak of Levitation transmogrified.

Since he was early and already knew his schedule and locker combination—which his father had given him in advance—he didn't feel the need to go to it. Asking a bystander for directions, he set out to find the library, the only place that caught his attention. Victor has always liked libraries; he would frequently lock himself in a corner and spend countless hours reading different sorts of books within the Sanctum Sanctorum. It was the only time he ever felt peaceful. So, after finding himself at the school's library, he went to a far-off dark oak table in a corner and sat down on one of the chairs. He then pulled out a book of The Divine Comedy: Purgatory by Dante Alighieri and started reading. In this intriguing novel, Dante and Virgil journey through the seven mountain terraces, each of which stands in for a mortal sin. One would think him strange, but he was immersed in the book, blocking out everything else. Reading about someone else's experience in other dimensions always piqued his interest.

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Lord Moldoma · Nov 30, 2022

The Foreboding - I

As the day was mere minutes from truly beginning, a young girl made her way through to the entrance of the school after a large, armored black vehicle pulled up. There was an overwhelming aura of foreboding energy, a sort of intimidating presence, probably surrounding her because she entered onto the school campus accompanied by a Federal Agent. Though, maybe it was lampshaded by the fact that she was all smiles and sunshine. She wasn't restrained either, No power dampening shackle, no handcuffs. Evidently, all that the government felt that she needed was an escort. The girl was clinging to a colorful plush alpaca, a strange sight considering she was someone who had to at least be 16. Maybe it was some sort of conduit for her powers or something? There were kids with stranger abilities than being able to channel their powers through a plush alpaca, so it was definitely possible. Though what those powers were, like most superhuman children who didn't possess some sort of glaring physical mutation, were generally impossible to guess. She wore a pair of gloves over her hands, possibly signaling that they related directly to her power or it's activation.

Considering she was being escorted to the front door by someone clearly sent by the government, it was undeniable that there was more to the girl than anyone could gather from her initial appearance.

"Do I come back out here to wait for someone to take me home when school is over?" She turned to the Federal agent.

"The agency has arranged with the school's bureaucracy to allow you boarding in one of the on-campus dorms." The agent responded. "Other than an occasional inspection, you're out of our hands for now." The agent responded.

"Oh. Okay! Thanks Mr. Brown!" The young girl's eyes twinkled as she exclaimed her farewell.

"Be good, Dhark..." The agent said in a cold, yet not hostile tone, turning around to return to the vehicle that the two had arrived in.

The girl turned back towards the entrance to the school, and began making her way down to her locker. Though one might raise the question why she'd be assigned one if she was also assigned a dorm. Seems a little repetitive doesn't it?

A school full of other kids with powers. superhumans, demigods, mutants, etc... It didn't matter to Claire. Claire was the type of person who was never satisfied. If she was surrounded by unbeatable odds or people who were bound to have a leg up on her at first, she knew that she'd be able to work through her struggle. That everyone was a stepping-stone to the destiny she had chosen for herself.

One of many things that always incessantly peeved her about society were people who thought they could definitively win against her. That she'd be so broken by a loss that she'd give up on fighting through. She never accepted a loss lying down. It was always just a matter of hammering harder. And a school like this was nothing but hammering harder.

In all honesty, she didn't even consider her superpowers to be special abilities. The one thing that she considered a special ability of her own, was her determination. And as she walked through the entry-yard to the school, her burning passion was ever evident in the fiery glare in her eyes.

Carrol sheepishly walked through the school's entry-yard, her hands together, slightly hunched over as if she was shrinking away from speaking to anyone. She was only here to be taught how to control her powers. None of these bright eyed students looking to become heroes could understand what Carrol had been through. She shyly walked through the halls. Taking note of a map on the wall, and surmising where her classroom would be. She lowered her head and began to proverbially drag her body onward to her first class of the day. She didn't care to talk to anyone. What would someone else even talk about with her that would matter? She'd probably just end up weirding them out, whoever they were.

It was hypotheticals like this, and a strong fear of losing control of her powers, that kept Carrol socially distanced.

kevin · Dec 2, 2022

mood :

timorousness, exhilarated, and in love.

location :

Staircase leading to dorms

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Henry Allen - NPC

Maximoff

;; elliot

Today would be Elliot's first day at Paragon Academy and he was feeling a mixture of both timorousness and exhilaration. He rose early this morning, way before the sun, to finish packing his last few bags and spend a little more time with his parents before he left. Switching schools to Paragon was a big change for Elliot. He'd be starting at a new school with superhumans, aliens, homo-magi, etc. as students, whereas in his other school, everyone else was just normal. Though his mother wanted him to make the change. She felt that what Elliot needed was to be surrounded by people who are just like him or just different than regular humans. He had it pretty rough at the other schools he went to especially because even if the current world somewhat accepted people like him, his parents still made him hide his powers/magic and keep it on the down low.

Elliot finished packing his last bag and he dragged all his belongings downstairs for his father to load up into the car for him. While his father did that, Elliot sat at the dining table, watching his mother swiftly move around the kitchen to make his favorite and last homemade breakfast. His choice of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh strawberries. His mother had been making this same breakfast for him for the past 13 years and it was the best and only breakfast he'd ever ask for. As he ate his breakfast, Wanda sat next to him with a plate of her own vegan-based breakfast foods since she couldn't eat what Elliot was having. Wanda watched as her son ate his food and she began to talk. "Elliot, I just wanted to let you know how proud I am of you. The day you were born and I held you in my arms, I knew you were special in many different good ways. You have truly blossomed from a shy, anxious, and introverted person to this remarkable, intelligent, and skilled young man. I am glad to be your mother and over these last 18 years, you have shown you can be someone who changes the world. Paragon Academy is going to open countless doors for you and opportunities will come to you galore. I love you, Elliot." Elliot liked and disliked when his mother spoke to him like this because well it made him soft and he was prone to crying when he would hear his mother speak like this. But at the same time, it made him feel good, loved, and cared for. He looked up from his plate and a tear rolled down his cheek. "Thank you mother, I appreciate you. Everything you've done for me, all that you've taught me, and all the things we've experienced together are what made me into the person I am today. If it weren't for you, I do not know who/what I'd be today. I love you, Mom." Elliot gave his mother a smile and got up to give her a tight, warm hug. She placed a kiss on his forehead and held him tightly for a few. "All loaded up and ready to go. Let's get a move on guys!", Elliot's father called out from the front door. The pair released each other and placed their dishes in the kitchen. Elliot did a quick scan of his surroundings to make sure he didn't forget anything. He followed his mother out the front door, taking one last look at his childhood home.

The car ride to Paragon was a good 2-hour drive but of course, they all had planned ahead and of course, woke up early to make sure Elliot made it to the school on time. As they pulled up to school, Elliot's stomach churned as he saw how many students were scattered everywhere. He knew this school was big but he did not expect to see literal hundreds and hundreds of people all over. His father stopped a few feet away from the doors to the school and exited the car to unload all of Elliot's belongings. Wanda turned around to face Elliot and placed a hand on his knee. "Elliot, everything is going to be just fine. Remember to breathe when you feel like you are going to start panicking and if you need to call me to help calm you down or just for anything, I will always be there to answer and listen." Elliot nodded at his mother's words and opened the car door, Wanda following suit. He came around to the back of the car where his parents now stood, shoulder to shoulder, smiling at him. He went in for a group hug and said his goodbyes to his father and mother. He grabbed his luggage and pulled it up on the sidewalk. Elliot stood with his belongings watching as the familiar red Buick drove off, down the road and out of his sight. He let out a shakey breath and made his way inside the school while pulling his luggage behind him.

Elliot was more shocked by the inside of the school than by the outside. Inside, it was so jam-packed with students, you could barely walk through without being pushed around which was not comfortable at all and a bit of a struggle since he was dragging around a couple of bags and suitcases. Elliot had received his schedule and the map of the school weeks before school started so he knew where he'd need to go. He found the correct hall that lead to where his dorm would be. Upon making his way down the hall, he found that he'd need to drag his bags up a staircase in order to get up to his dorm. He looked around for an elevator and it just so happened to be out of order. "God dammit, why does this have to happen to me?" Elliot sighed and rolled his eyes as he started slowly up the stairs with his belongings. Before he could even make it to the 5th step, he was already tired and out of breath. He stopped for a second to catch his breath when he noticed something blurry coming towards him very, very fast. The blur came to a quick stop causing a blast of wind to blow against Elliot and messing not only his hair up but posters and flyers hung on the wall.

When Elliot finally got the chance to see who this person was, he was stunned. Before him, stood a male, about 6'0" maybe 6'1", with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a stunning jawline. Elliot's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him but he quickly snapped back to reality. "Hi. I'm Henry, Henry Allen. Son of Barry Allen aka The Flash," Henry said while extending his arm out expecting a handshake. Elliot reached out and grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly. "Hello, I'm Elliot Maximoff. Son of Wanda Maximoff." They released each other's hand and even though Elliot pocketed his hand, he could still feel the warmth of Henry's on his palm. "Ooooh, you're a son of an ex-Avenger. I've heard a bit about your mother, she seems like a nice lady. We could sit here and talk all day about our lives but do you mind if I help you with your luggage?", Henry asked while giving Elliot a wink and a big smile, showing off his amazing set of pearly white teeth. "Uhh, sure. I could use the help if you don't mind.", Elliot reached down and grabbed his stuff, dragging it near Henry. "No problem.", Henry told him while grabbing Elliot's stuff. In a quick flash, Henry had gone to and from Elliot's dorm, leaving his stuff by the door. "There ya go. Our dorms are right across from each other, so if you ever need anything, just come across and I'll help.", Henry told Elliot, giving him another wink and charming smile. "Thanks for that. And sure will do.", Elliot smiled back. And with the same speed as before, Henry dashed off in a blur and Elliot watched him go as his heart raced and butterflies filled his stomach.

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blue tea · Dec 4, 2022

azure shimizu

mason vangelis.

alias

raijin mizushima, bai qinghai.

n. names

azu, zuzu, mace, rai, aku.

pronouns

he / him.

age

twenty.

hero name

thunder beast.

powers

wolf blood, blue whirl, thunder strike.

link here.

spotify

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i should never have cared, but i did. i cared a lot. and i still fucking care. never would have thought i'd get this attached, damnit.

oh? sweetheart, you can't break

HE STOOD OUTSIDE THE ENTRANCE, staring ahead with a deadpan expression. His lips curling into a downward scowl despite the nervous flutter in his stomach. He despised first days as much as he despised socializing.

The blue-eyed male contemplated the mess he was in. He wondered if he could walk away with no one noticing. It had only been a year since he began this hellish ride of college to perfect his powers. Only a year, huh? It seemed longer than that.

His heart clenched at the surfacing memories. His inner wolf snarling at the reminder. The male promptly shoving them to the back of his mind to collect cobweb. Really fucking need to stop that. He scowled. Damn memories. He could go for a drink. The male huffed. He doubted they had alcohol on this damn campus. Not that would deter him in sneaking some by the dozen.

Fucking hell. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t. He didn’t need the damn reminders, but no matter where he turned he could still picture them as if nothing happened. His stomach churned. An inaudible whine slipping past ivory-hued lips.

His fingers curled into fists, creating crescent-shaped indents in the calloused flesh, the pressure amplifying the longer he stood there. It was unavoidable. The amount of pressure would eventually break skin—it had. Mason didn’t seem to notice save for the coppery stench flooding his nostrils.

That did it. Mason jerked out of his thoughts, blinking several times to observe the damage done to his palms. It wasn’t the worst pain. The steady pulse of his heartbeat is noted down to the beads of blood dotting the surface, smearing across his palms. He sighed. Damnit. He hadn’t realized until it now. Fucking great. What else—Azure paused. He didn’t need to be jinxing himself. Fuck no. He had enough shit on his plate as it is.

He stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his black ripped jeans, fiddling with the fraying strands along the seams. The panda of his fingers rubbing the material absently. A notion that calmed the male, quenching his bundling nerves. He sighed. His shoulders slumping in defeat. Damnit. He could tell the year was already going to be shitty. Just my luck.

He knew the universe was laughing at his misfortunes. If they were physical people, Mason no doubt would flip them off.

Mason sighed through his nose, shaking his head. He wondered where Yuhwa and Kavan were—no doubt somewhere on campus. Fucking great. He supposed he could visit his dorm room until class started.

The male hadn’t been looking forward to classes. A closed room full of idiots? No fucking thank you. He’d rather be anywhere else but here. Yeah. He wanted to better his control on his powers, but the aspect of having to deal with other people shoved in a classroom? Not ideal.

He felt a shiver go down the lengths of his spine. His fingers curling into the fresh cuts of his palm drawing blood that trickled downward, dripping down his knuckles. His inner wolf whined at the onslaught of pain; to which, Mason ignored.

It wasn’t a long walk to the dorms, having memorized the route. He could do it with his eyes closed if he wanted too.

Despite the short walk, it allowed his thoughts to wander. Thoughts of his impending doom of an uncertain future. He doubted he’d survive long enough to see himself become a hero.

The raven-haired male followed along the corridor until he reached his room. It hadn’t been long since he had seen his dorm room, arriving earlier to set up everything, which … wasn’t much.

He’d only returned to grab a few things from his hole-in-the-wall apartment when he couldn’t be on campus. It wasn’t much. Barely anything there to even call it home.

Mason let out a puff of breath, shaking his head. When did he get this depressed? A low rumble vibrated deep within his chest, traveling to resonate within the back of his throat. Damn.

The male paid no mind to anyone near, slipping inside his dark room. He left the door ajar, keeping his panic of inclosed spaces subdued. He would not have a damn panic attack this early in the semester. Fuck no. He wasn’t that pathetic.

Mason’s blue hues scanned the room. Its palette comprised blacks and varying shades of blue. There were a handful of blankets and pillows scattered about. A half-formed nest sitting on top of his bed with varying clothing of Kavan’s and the others he’d accumulated over the years, even if they didn’t smell like them anymore. It brought some comfort to the wolf, even if it wasn’t much.

There wasn’t much. He never had much to begin with. He was fine with that. He had the important things. That’s all that mattered. Besides. He doubted he’d be sleeping in his room tonight. His boyfriend—Mason flinched. Fuck.

Kavan usually dragged him away to his room for the few weeks of college starting. It was a tradition. The nightmares were always the worst. The two able to wake the other in case, comforting one another. It was practical. Saved a hell of a lot of time trying to explain to a bunch of idiots why he was knocking on their doors at 2AM to see if they were alright. Fuck. That was embarrassing.

Mason flopped onto the messy bed, surrounding my lingering scents of home. How long did he have? His blue-colored hues flickered to stare at his phone he tossed onto the bed, noting the time. He still had time.

With that, Mason tossed an arm over his eyes, allowing darkness to encompass his vision. He’d get up in a few minutes to head to class. If he was late? Oh, fucking well.

thoughts speech

what's already broken.

you save everyone, but who saves you?

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kavan dragomir

rhys yuan.

n. names

kav.

pronouns

he / him.

age

twenty-one.

hero name

dragon king, alpha dragon.

powers

dragon soul, fiery souls.

link here.

spotify

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i don't want to forgot our memories. i just want to remember them without any pain. is that too much to ask? am i not strong enough? is that it? guess i really am pathetic.

a knife? are you

THE AUBURN-HAIRED MALE flashed a smile towards a few classmates that lined the halls, waiting to head to their first class of the day. His chocolate-colored hues tinged with crimson glanced down at the watch adoring his wrist, noting the time. He had plenty of time left.

Kavan glanced up to the people surrounding him, their voices nothing more than background music. He offered a wave to the small ground. “Sorry, sweetcheeks. I’ve gotta dash.” He pivoted, heading towards the dorms.

It took longer than expected. The male overwhelmed by the amount of people running up to him to say hello. When did he get so … popular? His lips quirked downward, quickly returning to an eased smile. He didn’t mind the attention ( much ), but it made it hard to get to the dorms at a decent time.

He sighed, reaching to drag a hand through auburn-hued hair. He hurried along the corridor towards his room, glimpsing into Mason’s room. His lips quirked in a smile at the sight of his boyfriend.

He didn’t waste time slipping inside the room, minding the ajar door knowing well enough that the raven-haired male couldn’t stand being closed in. Kavan was the same—in a way. “Hey there, blue-eyes! How’s it going sweetcheeks?” He called. His tone soothing, rumbling deep within his chest.

He sat next to the other, hand reaching out to thread through raven-hued locks, humming at the softness to it. “You’ve been eating?” He leaned forward to bump his forehead against the other in a silent gesture of ‘I love you.’

The raven-haired male groaned, arm sliding off to reveal azure-colored hues. Kavan grinned. “Hey there.” His thumb brushed over Mason’s long lashes, grinning as the male leaned into the touch. “Tired?” Mason huffed. He snickered at the notion.

He shifted, poking the male’s cheek with a snicker. “It’s almost time for our first class.” He leaned to press a quick kiss to the male’s temple. “Don’t be late, blue-eyes. I’ll grab your stuff and meet you there.” Kavan rumbled.

The male pushed up, and off the bed, arms raising above his head in a quick stretch. He didn’t bother the other after that. Kavan hurrying alone to grab Mason an extra outfit while tossing in whatever items he thought were necessary for the day. It didn’t take long, slinging the black bag over his shoulder. “Catch you later blue-eyes.”

The light-skinned male shifting to offer Kavan a wave. The auburn-haired male offered a cheeky grin in return. Kavan slipped out into the corridor, heading towards his room; only a few doors down.

It didn’t take long to slip inside. The male quick to set down Mason’s bag to gather his own stuff. He paused, staring at the photo frame on his night table. His lips quirked into a grimace, unlike his usual charismatic smile.

He turned around, slipping his outfit into his bag, slinging both bags over his shoulder with ease. He rolled his shoulders, glancing down at his shoes with a subtle grin. He wondered what today would bring. He sure as hell hoped it wouldn’t be a disaster, but given Mason’s lack of enthusiasm? Kavan knew the other had already deemed the day shitty.

He laughed lightly at that. That’s blue-eyes for you. He thought cheekily. Always the pessimist. Kavan didn’t blame him. Not really. He dragged a hand through auburn-hued hair, ruffling the soft locks. Better get going. He slipped out of the comforts of his room and into the open corridor.

He should check on Yuhwa. Kavan huffed. He wondered how Yuhwa survived this long. He snorted at the thought, shaking his head. Why ask when he already knew the answer?

The male glided down the corridor with grace, hands stuffed in his pockets despite the two bags slung off his shoulders. It didn’t seem to change his gait. The weight of both bags bringing comfort to the dragon.

It didn’t take long to spot Yuhwa talking animatedly to another student who bobbed their head with excited chips slipping past their lips. He chuckled, walking up to the two with a charismatic grin. “Hey there, beautiful.” He called to Yuhwa. The male winking at the other who’s face bled red, squeaking behind his hand.

Yuhwa glanced up, grinning up at the taller male with a happy chirp in greetings. Kavan reached to ruffle Yuhwa’s long locks with a keen. The dragon bumping his shoulder with the smaller male. “Class starting soon.” He reminded the energetic fox. “See you, pretty boy!” He called over his shoulder, heading off towards his first class with Mason.

He hummed, offering a few people a charismatic grin in silent greetings. Some he’d offer a wave, but otherwise, the majority kept to their groups as he walked the halls. It was peaceful, in a way. It was a welcoming buzz that kept him far from his loud thoughts and panic that bubbled beneath the surface.

He was the ever-so perfectionist for escape plans, having already walked the entire campus several times prior to school starting. It was a nervous habit. One he couldn’t get rid of, not that he wanted to give up the nervous tick. It calmed his over chaotic mind, bringing him comfort in knowing he could get them out without mishap.

It was the one damn thing he was good at. He failed once. He would not fail again, even if he had to destroy himself.

Kavan glanced up, noting he arrived at his first class. His lips thinned into a thin-line, expression void of emotion. Yeah. Nothing would stop him in protecting the people he cared for. Rules be damned.

thoughts speech

flirting with me?

i wasn't strong enough to protect them.

♡coded by uxie♡

yu yingjie

yuhwa aeng.

alias

hananoami.

n. names

pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie.

pronouns

he / him.

age

twenty.

hero name

huli jing, yin phantom.

powers

falling yin, phantom commander, nightmares.

link here.

spotify

link here.

i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.

i've lost myself long ago

THE ENERGETIC MALE BOUNCED ON the balls of his heel-cladded feet. He’d been excited to start the new year. Something to take his mind off of things. Kavan and Mason tried, but it wasn’t the same. His head tilted, lips curling into a sad grin. So much has changed. No longer was he surrounded by the people he cherished, left to pick up the shattered pieces while he struggled to stay afloat.

It was hard. Unexpectedly hard, but it made Yuhwa that more determined to become a hero. He refused to be weak. He was smaller than most and his powers terrified people. It was one thing he was so self-conscious about.

He shook his head, banishing those thoughts to the back of his mind. He’d deal with them later. The male grinned cheekily at the sight of the campus, people bustling about to find their classes and or dorms. It brought a sense of comfort, wrapping itself like a warm, comforting blanket.

He offered the few energetic wave, grinning to those who nodded back. His mocha-colored hues sparkling with mischief and bouts of happiness. He giggled behind his palm, pressed up against his lips.

He glanced around, noting the many unfamiliar faces. His head cocked, humming to himself. His gaze landed on a blond individual pressed up against the side of the school. He blinked. Oh? The male glanced around, brows furrowed. Should he?

He didn’t think for long. The petite male padding towards the shy individual with a soft smile. “Hello! Too much, huh?” He chirped. The long-haired male leaning against the wall beside the other. He couldn’t help but notice the flinch, but decided against saying anything. He let out a low, soothing purr.

The blond relaxed, glancing up from staring at his hands. He grinned at the other weakly. “Don’t force yourself! I can keep up the conversation for the both of us!” He waved a hand. His lips curled into a bright grin, mocha-colored hues widening.

“Hananoami! Welcome to Paragon!” He cheerfully exclaimed, adding a two-finger salute. It wasn’t his real name, but Yuhwa had always been keen on using his alias. He just didn’t prefer others knowing his name.

The blond grinned, bobbing his head. “Y-Yukio!” He chirped. Yuhwa laughed, pushing off the wall, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Yukio, huh? Cute name! Can I call you Yukkie?” The long-haired male questioned. The blond nodded.

Yuhwa chirped. “Yukkie, it is!” I should find a nickname for him. His brows furrowed in determination. He reminds me of a kiwi. The male laughed—the sound inaudible.

“Let’s go over to that tree! It’s secluded, but I‘m waiting for a friend, wanna come join me?” He called. His head cocked, watching the other with wide hues. Yukkie paused, twiddling his thumbs nervously. In the end, Yukkie nodded.

He grinned. The male reaching out, offering his hand for the blond to grab. It didn’t take long, fingers curling around Yukkie’s small hands, tugging the blond towards the tree. “I hope we have some classes together! If not—” He paused, tapping his index finger against his chin. “You can sit with us before school! Or during lunch! Oh! Study time! I’m sure Mason and Kavan wouldn’t mind. The more the merrier!” He rambled. He hadn’t realized he let go until his arms waved animatedly in front of him.

“Oops! Sorry.” He laughed. The male reaching up to rub his nap. Yukkie merely giggled, waving his hand in reassurance. Yuhwa grinned cheekily, bobbing his head.

His head titled at Kavan’s voice. His gaze brightening at the sight of the familiar dragon. He chirped in greetings. He spun around, wrapping his arms around Kavan’s waist. He pulled away, listening to the other with a hum. “Alright! I’ll meet you guys in a bit!” He called, waving goodbye to the auburn-haired male.

“Oh! That was peach—Kavan!” Yuhwa fumbled over his name. He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. Yukkie nodded, a blush still clear along his cheeks and ears. He snickered. “Handsome, huh?” He joked.

Yuhwa bounced on the balls of his feet, unable to keep still. His mind wandered, head cocked, watching students move about. He always loved observing people, a tad bit creepy, but not to him. He just enjoyed occupying his mind with worry about others. An unhealthy coping mechanism, but its all Yuhwa could muster.

He felt a tap on his forearm, blinking out of his thoughts. Huh? Oh! Yukkie! “What’s the matter Yukkie baby?” He trilled in concern. Yukkie waved his heads, pointing towards another male. “Oh! A friend! Sure! I’ll see you around Yukkie!” He called. Yuhwa shooed the blond. “Hurry! Hurry!” He giggled.

His gaze wandered. What to do next? He tapped his chin, head cocked in thought. What to do. He wasn’t sure. Yuhwa lips puckered in a pout. Boring! He would have gone to the flower shop not that far away, but he wouldn’t have enough time until first class began, but when did he show up to things earlier?

It seemed no matter what, Yuhwa was always late to things. Wherever he was, trouble followed, even if he wasn’t looking for it.

thoughts speech

i forgot what it's like to be loved.

you're a little tragedy, aren't you?

♡coded by uxie♡

kevin · Dec 5, 2022

Cameron Danvers

Cameron had only been on C-53 for a month and he was already being forced into a school. Yes, he is a grown man that can make his own decisions yet this time, it wasn't up to him. His mother ended up convincing him to attend Paragon and even though she did, it was only so she would drop the subject and leave Cameron alone. He didn't understand why he needed to attend school all of a sudden when for the past 25 years of his life, he never stepped foot into a classroom. But now that he had a new life away from Hala and now on this planet, his mother told him he had to attend school so he could understand how life is and works on C-53. It's two very different places and according to his mother, he couldn't act the way he did on Hala here on C-53.

With his mother being the assistant teacher to the Falcon for Flyer's Education, Cameron got early access to the school and was even allowed to set up his own personal dorm to his liking. The school was gigantic with halls and classrooms for days. He already got a look at how many kids would be attending the school and even got to know who a few of the kids were that would be attending. Though, his mother didn't know he knew this because he sneakily broke into the principal's office one day and looked at some confidential files. It was truly something interesting for him to read as some of these kids were hot shots. But his fun came to an end quickly because before Cameron knew it, the first day of school came and it was time for him to get his head in the game.

Cameron was never really a morning person but he had to learn to adjust to it since his mother would wake him early for their training sessions back on Hala. So, when it was time to get up for his first day, he was ready to go even before the sun rose. He had packed a few more things he decided to wait to bring until the day of and while he did that, his mother cooked them a healthy, hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, whole grain toast, a cup of milk, and a couple of apple slices. He scarfed his food down and loaded his stuff into his mother's blue Honda Accord. He hopped into the passenger seat and waited for his mother to get in. On the way there, all his mother did was go on and on about how he needed to act and what he had to do at the school since she was a teacher there and he needed to keep her reputation clean. He agreed even though he wasn't going to listen.

When his mother slowed down in front of the school, Cameron gasped at how many kids were already there. Hundreds and hundreds of kids all swarmed around everywhere. Barely any room to walk to be honest. His mother stopped the car to let him out. "Remember what I told you, Cam, behave." He gave her a thumbs up and opened his door. Grabbing his backpack and a small bag with some more belongings, he made his way through all of the kids easily since his physiology and height made it easy for him to push through all the people standing around. At last, he made it inside and was even more concerned with the number of people inside. What in the fresh hell is this bullshit? He rolled his eyes and shoved through some more kids as he made his way to his dorm to store his belongings, grab his schedule from his folder, and head back down into the mobs of people to find his first class. It's going to be one long ass day.

Mood: Annoyed Interactions: None Mentions: None Outfit: Click Me!

coded by: @s e v e n

Lord Moldoma · Dec 5, 2022

gansuki said:
Cameron Danvers
Cameron had only been on C-53 for a month and he was already being forced into a school. Yes, he is a grown man that can make his own decisions yet this time, it wasn't up to him. His mother ended up convincing him to attend Paragon and even though she did, it was only so she would drop the subject and leave Cameron alone. He didn't understand why he needed to attend school all of a sudden when for the past 25 years of his life, he never stepped foot into a classroom. But now that he had a new life away from Hala and now on this planet, his mother told him he had to attend school so he could understand how life is and works on C-53. It's two very different places and according to his mother, he couldn't act the way he did on Hala here on C-53.

With his mother being the assistant teacher to the Falcon for Flyer's Education, Cameron got early access to the school and was even allowed to set up his own personal dorm to his liking. The school was gigantic with halls and classrooms for days. He already got a look at how many kids would be attending the school and even got to know who a few of the kids were that would be attending. Though, his mother didn't know he knew this because he sneakily broke into the principal's office one day and looked at some confidential files. It was truly something interesting for him to read as some of these kids were hot shots. But his fun came to an end quickly because before Cameron knew it, the first day of school came and it was time for him to get his head in the game.

Cameron was never really a morning person but he had to learn to adjust to it since his mother would wake him early for their training sessions back on Hala. So, when it was time to get up for his first day, he was ready to go even before the sun rose. He had packed a few more things he decided to wait to bring until the day of and while he did that, his mother cooked them a healthy, hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, whole grain toast, a cup of milk, and a couple of apple slices. He scarfed his food down and loaded his stuff into his mother's blue Honda Accord. He hopped into the passenger seat and waited for his mother to get in. On the way there, all his mother did was go on and on about how he needed to act and what he had to do at the school since she was a teacher there and he needed to keep her reputation clean. He agreed even though he wasn't going to listen.

When his mother slowed down in front of the school, Cameron gasped at how many kids were already there. Hundreds and hundreds of kids all swarmed around everywhere. Barely any room to walk to be honest. His mother stopped the car to let him out. "Remember what I told you, Cam, behave." He gave her a thumbs up and opened his door. Grabbing his backpack and a small bag with some more belongings, he made his way through all of the kids easily since his physiology and height made it easy for him to push through all the people standing around. At last, he made it inside and was even more concerned with the number of people inside. What in the fresh hell is this bullshit? He rolled his eyes and shoved through some more kids as he made his way to his dorm to store his belongings, grab his schedule from his folder, and head back down into the mobs of people to find his first class. It's going to be one long ass day.

Mood: Annoyed Interactions: None Mentions: None Outfit: Click Me!

coded by: @s e v e n

The Foreboding - II

Moving through the hallways is one thing that generally has a hierarchy to it. You try to group up with your friends if you can, but if it's too crowded you'd be inherently driven to either a fight or flight response. trying to gravitate outwards and dissolve from the mass of children was the more common of the two, since most kids are well aware that there'd be someone capable enough, and willing enough, to take them down if they crossed paths. At a school like this, where there was no doubt that battles would be ensuing on the regular, as after all, there were hundreds of students, so keeping it decentralized was child's play. (Which was good for the students, since most of them were children, and they didn't have time to think to hard about this, between schoolwork and incessant, pathetic social drama.)

The other group of people is significantly less cautious. While in the normal (specifically the corporate) world being confident in oneself, and having a determined attitude works well; in the world of superpowered children, all of varying degrees of skill and power, some who may be able to directly counter your ability isn't just likely in an area with such a concentration of powered individuals, it's inevitable.

As Cameron pushed pass the crowds of children, most of them were willing to shy away from any actual interaction or confrontation. As someone who was (going from his file) a tall, lean, and muscular, yet underweight man of 6'2, Cameron's appearance was definitely striking enough for many people to just leave him be, even if pushing past the crowds was rude, and probably didn't meet school conduct requirements.

But if you fling 100 things at a wall, one is bound to stick. In his haste to force his way through the mob. He unknowingly pushed someone who wasn't willing to deal with his grumpy attitude. Someone who felt challenged by his actions.

"Hey, pretty boy, the hell's your problem?" A voice asked sneeringly, as Cameron found a hand clenched around his arm in counter to his attempt to push past an as of yet unrevealed individual. There was a distinct butch tinge to the voice, tomboyish almost. But it was definitely female, nonetheless.

The hand was surprisingly not some sort of claw, or deformed mutant mitt. In fact, the fact that it was even capable of holding Cameron back was a bit of an oddity. it looked human. Kree, especially ones coming from a bloodline like Danvers' were generally expected to be pretty far above any humans.

Holding onto his arm as an act of defiance to his thoughtless act of pushing her to the side, was Claire Éclair Russel. Claire was a white haired, 5'9'' mesomorph, in a tight black spandex shirt that accentuated her surprisingly built physique. Tight black stockings ran up her legs, emerging from a pair of black mary-janes. Her eyes held the fiery gaze of someone who wasn't willing to take any display of dominance. If you were having a bad day that was one thing, but pushing through the crowd like a douche-canoe wasn't excusable so easily in her book.

She stared at Danvers head-on. To be honest, she didn't know who he was, and she didn't care, all that mattered was he thought it was okay to push others around, and Claire was not okay with that.

Lord Moldoma · Dec 17, 2022

The Foreboding - III

A full sized, black, luxury sedan With a noticeably long profile, akin to large American luxury sedans from the mid-20th century, specifically the late 1950s to late 1960s. Pulled up to the sidewalk outside of campus. It looked custom made seemingly to be inspired by a variety of sedans from the late 50s to late 60s era, mostly FoMoCo and GM vehicles. the delta tail fins seems inspired by the 1959 Buick Electra and the proportions and body are based off a 1962 Lincoln Continental. The car's design consists of a long, wide profile with a chopped roofline and low ground clearance.

Much like aforementioned era luxury cars, the interior was a beautiful red leather with a camel colored dashboard and center console. The wheels consist of what else but chrome hubcaps on red rims with whitewall tires and fender skirts, a common feature of classic American luxury cars. It bore the distinctive hum of a V8 engine, although the lack of an exhaust and the nonfunctional grill signaled that it was likely electric. The car had a silver hood ornament resembling a stylized L perched on the front end of of the hood.

The middle door opened via an automatic system and held open via a pneumatic piston. A thick lavender tinted vapor slipped out from the inside of the car, though it wasn't from a vape pen. a lanky girl, with pierced ears, sharp yellow contact lenses, and pink hair stepped out of the right side, before stepping over to the back of the car, opening the trunk and taking out a shiny black briefcase with a perfectly angular, rectangularly prismatic design. The pneumatic piston released slowly and retracted, the car door closing automatically.

She was wearing an incredibly elaborate outfit. Starting from the head down, on her head was a white cap-similar to that of a ship's captain, or a high ranking european military officer, albeit white accented with red, with a stylized "DL" on the front in an almost glossy silvery white color, likely composed of some sort of high quality detailed metal.

The area just below her eyes was shaded in with a dark black makeup, which contrasted with her otherwise pale skin. She wore a red dress shirt which had been properly buttoned and had a matching red tie, and that was the most normal part of her attire. Over this, she wore a long white coat with a popped collar, accented by red lining. There was a cartoonish scribble of a "superdeformed" cutesy version of the girl's head, winking and giving peace symbol with a cutesy, puffy mitten hand. The coat was decorated by affectations of a silver white coloration, matching her hat's stylized emblem, it sort of looked like what would be seen on an old military uniform, or one of the beatles' outfits from the cover of the Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts club band.

On her waist she wore two elastic fiber belts with decorative "buckles" one resembling a stylized "D" and the other resembling a stylized "L." Both were silvery white in coloration and matched the symbol on her hat in font and luster. Her pants were a whole other story. Being a white pair of Japanese "Tobi" style work pants with the same elegant silvery white designs lined around it. She wore a pair of black loafers with silvery white plates at the front, similar to those of steel-toed boots.

On her arm was an odd, bulky cuff, or something to that the shape of which could be seen under her sleeve. And around her hands were white gloves, matching the coloration of her jacket and pants.

As she closed the trunk and stepped past the curb, she waved to her chauffer. "See ya' later Mike! I'll call you if I need a lift on account of luggage. Don't tire yourself out." The girl had a nasily voice. It wasn't unpleasant, but it definitely wasn't going to be winning any vocal awards.

As the car drove off, the girl turned back towards the academy. "Paragon academy... I hope you don't disappoint me..." She says, beginning the short trek to the school's entry doors...

Sir loin of beef · Dec 17, 2022

Edward cobblepot arrived later at paragon academy than most of the students. He had decided to enroll in the academy so that he could learn more about crime-fighting and heroism. a matter that was relevant to him at the moment, he was wearing a blue Italian suit and he had a suitcase that had, among other things like a blue fedora, white gloves and a gas mask shaped like a birds face in it. His car had driven off moments ago, the driver having been thanked before Ed had exited the vehicle, he looked at the academy and took a deep breath

"Alright, let's do this." The man said before walking inside, first things first he had to find his locker so that he could unpack his stuff. Like a blanket, and pillows And some rather personal items. Fortunetely the lockers were easy to find, just two doors down the hallway he stepped into and there they were. It took him 15 seconds to find his locker, shorter to crack the combination and begin unpacking his stuff. Except for his costumes components, those were staying on him in case he needed to suit up at a moments notice.

Fill · Dec 19, 2022

THE BATMAN

Damian's eyes casted a long look over the school grounds. His dormitory room had already been prepared and arranged. Preparation was half the battle, and he made sure to set up his dorm room much ahead of time. It helped to have connections, especially when his father was one of the main founders and donors. Not only that, it gave him time to set up spots where he could easily gear up and access his equipment for his other persona. Wearing a lighter ensemble of clothing, a white sweater and tan coat lined with white fur while donning a pair of lighter-colored pants and brown shoes. His eyes scanned across the various students as well as a few passing professors and teachers. A few were meeting and greeting each other, and a few seemed to spark conflicts among each other.

Damian chose not to be bothered by it. While his mission here was to guide and help these students, if they could not sort out any misunderstandings or arguments on the first day, there may be more to be left desired of this generation of students. Instead, he focused on continuing to walk to class on his own. His face kept neutral and his mouth kept to a line. Nothing ran through his head except the syllabus he already had read for his first class, mission details for later this evening, and a few ideas of how to improve the security measures of this academy.

"Hm."

Walking into his first class, Damian set his satchel down and sat at one seat before bringing his hands together, clasping his fingers together and closing his eyes. A little meditation may help him prepare for this frustratingly slow day. Education here in America needed a significant renovation. Or several. Hopefully, this academy would prove to be better on that front. His eyes opened for a moment, flickering over to his satchel. A small black device sat in there. Not his phone, but it did sport a screen. A bat-phone, to keep it simple in name. It would alert him to any trouble or if any of the security measures at the academy had been breached.

Damian Al-Ghul

kevin · Dec 20, 2022

Lord Moldoma said:
The Foreboding - II
Moving through the hallways is one thing that generally has a hierarchy to it. You try to group up with your friends if you can, but if it's too crowded you'd be inherently driven to either a fight or flight response. trying to gravitate outwards and dissolve from the mass of children was the more common of the two, since most kids are well aware that there'd be someone capable enough, and willing enough, to take them down if they crossed paths. At a school like this, where there was no doubt that battles would be ensuing on the regular, as after all, there were hundreds of students, so keeping it decentralized was child's play. (Which was good for the students, since most of them were children, and they didn't have time to think to hard about this, between schoolwork and incessant, pathetic social drama.)

The other group of people is significantly less cautious. While in the normal (specifically the corporate) world being confident in oneself, and having a determined attitude works well; in the world of superpowered children, all of varying degrees of skill and power, some who may be able to directly counter your ability isn't just likely in an area with such a concentration of powered individuals, it's inevitable.

As Cameron pushed pass the crowds of children, most of them were willing to shy away from any actual interaction or confrontation. As someone who was (going from his file) a tall, lean, and muscular, yet underweight man of 6'2, Cameron's appearance was definitely striking enough for many people to just leave him be, even if pushing past the crowds was rude, and probably didn't meet school conduct requirements.

But if you fling 100 things at a wall, one is bound to stick. In his haste to force his way through the mob. He unknowingly pushed someone who wasn't willing to deal with his grumpy attitude. Someone who felt challenged by his actions.

"Hey, pretty boy, the hell's your problem?" A voice asked sneeringly, as Cameron found a hand clenched around his arm in counter to his attempt to push past an as of yet unrevealed individual. There was a distinct butch tinge to the voice, tomboyish almost. But it was definitely female, nonetheless.

The hand was surprisingly not some sort of claw, or deformed mutant mitt. In fact, the fact that it was even capable of holding Cameron back was a bit of an oddity. it looked human. Kree, especially ones coming from a bloodline like Danvers' were generally expected to be pretty far above any humans.

Holding onto his arm as an act of defiance to his thoughtless act of pushing her to the side, was Claire Éclair Russel. Claire was a white haired, 5'9'' mesomorph, in a tight black spandex shirt that accentuated her surprisingly built physique. Tight black stockings ran up her legs, emerging from a pair of black mary-janes. Her eyes held the fiery gaze of someone who wasn't willing to take any display of dominance. If you were having a bad day that was one thing, but pushing through the crowd like a douche-canoe wasn't excusable so easily in her book.

She stared at Danvers head-on. To be honest, she didn't know who he was, and she didn't care, all that mattered was he thought it was okay to push others around, and Claire was not okay with that.

Cameron Danvers

Walking the many, many halls of Paragon soon got exhausting even for Cameron and his physiology. The more and more he walked, he felt like the number of people never ended. So many people crammed in these halls was sickening and Cameron doesn't have claustrophobia but now he felt like he did. He felt like a bulldozer pushing through people, making his way through to his first class of the day which for some reason just had to be across the damn school. That is when he remembered he could fly. He looked up at the school ceiling and just to his luck, they were high enough.

Just as he was about to take off into the air, he felt someone grab and grip his arm tightly. He flinched a bit in confusion and turned to look at who grabbed him. Looking right up at him was a woman with white hair and red eyes. She called him a pretty boy which made him smile internally at the compliment but she continued that line asking him what the hell his problem was. Whoever this woman was, she had a pretty tight grip on his arm, and to be frank, it stung a bit. He jerked his arm from her grip and rolled his eyes. "And who the hell are you?", Cameron asked as he rubbed the now red mark on his arm.

Cameron had no interest in engaging anyone in conversation but obviously, this person had a problem. He had better things to do like get to class on time which the bell would be ringing for it any moment now. Ignore this person, Cameron. Don't waste your breath and time on someone who's beneath you in superiority and height He snickered at his mental comment before looking the white-haired woman up and down one last time. "I have better things to do ma'am, so I am going to excuse myself from whatever clownery you have going on.", Cameron told her as he spun on his heel and took off in the air. He found it more convenient and time-saving to fly as he made it to his first class with two minutes to spare. He walked in and greeted his mother as he took a seat in the back of the classroom.

Mood: Annoyed Interactions: Claire -

Lord Moldoma Mentions: Claire -

Lord Moldoma Outfit: Click Me!

coded by: @s e v e n

kevin · Dec 20, 2022

Luka Harkness

The day came that Luka had been dreading. It felt like he was running amok in Salem just yesterday, cursing young children and robbing the elderly. And now, he was stuck in literal Hell. His mother wanted him to be on his best behavior which was a shock to him but he knew it was for his own good. He was very, very lucky to be let off by Tony and he needed to act like he was enjoying his time at Paragon even though he was hating every last second of it and wanted to run away from this place. With his mother being a teacher here, they both got access to the school before it opened its door to thousands of scummy, revolting people. His dorm room was decorated in all black, not a bright color to be seen. That's how he liked it and it was going to stay like that. Plus, it made holding séances better.

On top of it being the first day, Luka did not like having to wake up so early. It was very annoying but his blackout curtains helped him. He did his morning routine and put on a black turtleneck, black pants, and a pair of black shoes. He grabbed his bag and made his way out of his room to grab something quick to eat. When he opened his door, he nearly puked at the sight he saw. People. So. Many. Fucking. People. He felt his stomach turn and he suppressed a gag. Luka cleared his throat and inhaled. You can do it, Luka, you can do it He made his way down the stairs and unfolded his map. Even though he was reading and walking, he made sure not to bump into anybody. It would've triggered his fight or flight if he did.

At last, Luka found one of the many dining areas and noticed the school offered many tasty-looking options for breakfast. He would've stopped and sat to eat a bigger meal but he refused to be surrounded by these animals while he enjoyed his food. He walked over to the fruit bar and grabbed an apple and a granola bar. He pocketed the granola bar and ate the apple on the way to class. Luka couldn't believe this many kids would show up to this god-awful place but he didn't give it a second thought. The school was very big and had many hallways, windows, and doors. He knew he'd get good exercise in from doing all this walking every day.

Finally, Luka saw the door to his first class of the day, Magic with Doctor Stephen Strange. A tall man with a goatee and dark hair with grey in it wearing a funny-looking blue get-up and an ugly red cape stood by the door greeting students as they walked in. That must be the teacher. He dresses like a weirdo. Luka bit his tongue and walked up to the door, he nodded at Strange's greeting and walked right in. He sat in a chair furthest away from everyone else and ate his granola. He hoped that if he gave enough death stares and side-eyes that no one would sit down next to him. But unfortunately, a guy with red hair sat next to him and Luka couldn't help but wonder who he might be.

Mood: Annoyed, Disgusted, Pissed Interactions: None Mentions: Elliot (Doesn't know who he is) Outfit: Click Me!

coded by: @s e v e n

Lord Moldoma · Dec 20, 2022

gansuki said:
Cameron Danvers
Walking the many, many halls of Paragon soon got exhausting even for Cameron and his physiology. The more and more he walked, he felt like the number of people never ended. So many people crammed in these halls was sickening and Cameron doesn't have claustrophobia but now he felt like he did. He felt like a bulldozer pushing through people, making his way through to his first class of the day which for some reason just had to be across the damn school. That is when he remembered he could fly. He looked up at the school ceiling and just to his luck, they were high enough.

Just as he was about to take off into the air, he felt someone grab and grip his arm tightly. He flinched a bit in confusion and turned to look at who grabbed him. Looking right up at him was a woman with white hair and red eyes. She called him a pretty boy which made him smile internally at the compliment but she continued that line asking him what the hell his problem was. Whoever this woman was, she had a pretty tight grip on his arm, and to be frank, it stung a bit. He jerked his arm from her grip and rolled his eyes. "And who the hell are you?", Cameron asked as he rubbed the now red mark on his arm.

Cameron had no interest in engaging anyone in conversation but obviously, this person had a problem. He had better things to do like get to class on time which the bell would be ringing for it any moment now. Ignore this person, Cameron. Don't waste your breath and time on someone who's beneath you in superiority and height He snickered at his mental comment before looking the white-haired woman up and down one last time. "I have better things to do ma'am, so I am going to excuse myself from whatever clownery you have going on.", Cameron told her as he spun on his heel and took off in the air. He found it more convenient and time-saving to fly as he made it to his first class with two minutes to spare. He walked in and greeted his mother as he took a seat in the back of the classroom.

Mood: Annoyed Interactions: Claire - Lord Moldoma Mentions: Claire - Lord Moldoma Outfit: Click Me!

coded by: @s e v e n

The Foreboding - IV

The nature of formal warfare is that both sides should be willing to recognize each-other as a threat. Claire had let go. Not out of a sudden change of heart, or even because she felt physically forced to, but because she realized that even if not right now, she'd have more than ample time to spend putting cameron in his place. And she had a class to be in. That was the main reason why she held her tongue from pressing the confrontation any further. "Tch... Dumbass..." She walked away from her spot some few moments after Cameron left, as he had quickly retreated to a place that she had no good excuse to be in. One thing was for certain though, even if unintentionally, Cameron had made an enemy before first period even started. Sooner or later, this would no doubt come back to bite him in the ass. Humans are persistence hunters. We're good at holding grudges. Especially individuals of our certain breed who have a fair bit of their own pride to defend.

That being said, Claire was more driven to do this in the first place because she saw it as something that was right, something that was unequivocally correct to do. We go through our entire school careers constantly having the notion of 'stopping bullying' hammered in. So, if someone causes a ruckus by pushing other people out of the way in a crowded hall, in her mind that was calls for retribution.

Still, she had a class to get to, so for now, she'd leave those problems to future Claire. Claire began to navigate her way through the halls, making her way to her first class of the day: Combatistics.

Carrol trudged down the hallway with her deserted expression. Like a wasteland filled with nothing but gray sand and the carcasses of dead animals from eras gone by. In her head, she was almost considering searching for somewhere to just curl up and hide. But she fought through these emotions, not out of will, no. She simply didn't want to be expelled. It'd do nothing but make her already miserable existence even more painful, especially for those she cared about.

"Gee. What's got you down in the dumps... Judging from the MO on that neck-cuff of yours, you're... Reed Richard's kid, I presume?" A high pitched, nasily, particularly tart voice pierced Carrol's ears. Standing behind her was a girl in the most strange, and unusual outfit that Carrol had ever seen someone genuinely wear out in public. "So, I'll jump right into it. What's your power? Can you like, bend space and time like Reed's other kid?"

"E-Eh?" Carrol turned around, a bit confused. First off because she had no idea who this girl was, and second because she was taken aback by the fact that the girl had deduced, at least partially correctly, that the neck cuff had been designed by Reed Richard. "N-No. I'm not his kid b-but... He did... Build this... for me..." She shrunk away from the newcomer, lacking the confidence to even really speak to her.

"Ah, well. I was half right. So I'll consider that a win." The girl in the strange outfit responded. "What's your first class of the day. There might be a chance we'll be spending some time together."

"I-Intro to-..." Carrol began only to be immediately rudely interrupted by the other girl.

"Sorry! Can you speak up? I can't really hear you that well." The other girl held her hand up to her ear, in an exaggerated and almost mocking fashion.

"Intro to supersuits!" Carrol snapped back sternly, this time more assertive than before. She was quickly losing patience with this newcomer.

"You don't say." The girl let out a laugh, it sounded something along the lines of "Kehekehe" followed by a snort. "We're in the same time block for that class!"

"O-Oh..." Carrol said, somewhat disheartened by the knowledge that she'd be dealing with this obnoxious asshole.

"Don't worry, though. I promise not to steal your thunder if your looking to be top of the class." The girl gave a crossed fingers while crouching over and sticking out her tongue.

"..." Carrol remained silent.

"You're probably wondering who I am. Well! You have the honor of being the first person in this school to meet, Dimit Luthor: The World's Smartest Human Being!" The girl revealed her name to Carrol. "I thought I might give the whole hero thing a shot, since I've pretty much just been dicking around since I was 10-11, and I haven't really gotten much done. Other than the occasional super science invention. So I signed up for this school. But so far..." She pauses. "I've been completely unimpressed!"

"Y-... Unimpressed?" Carrol seemed puzzled by Dimit's wording.

"Yeah. Here I was expecting some state of the art battle-centric superfacility. But from what I've seen so far, this is just a normal upperclass highschool with a few variably impressive ameneties." Dimit shrugs. "I guess they didn't have enough investors or something... Anyway, I'll see you in class... Uh... Oh... Hey, I just remembered, I forgot to ask your name." Dimit says.

"I-.. It's Carrol. Carrol Summers." Carrol responded.

"Great. I'll try to remember that." Dimit says. Turning away. "Have fun with whatever you've got going on in that head of yours!" Dimit shrugged as she walked away.

Head...? Carrol didn't even tell Dimit about her psychic powers... Did Dimit do some sort of covert scan while Carrol wasn't paying attention? Carrol's face went white. What else could this girl have found out about her?

On the other end of the spectrum. Some people seem more than happy to hop out of bed every morning and greet every waking moment with a smile. Alice Dhark stepped into the Magic classroom. Letting out a big "Hello Cheree~~!!" Though it didn't really make much sense, she seemed to be in a good mood. And seeing a cute girl like her hugging so tightly to her llama would bring a smile to anyone's face, right. She skipped over to a desk in the front of the class and sat down, happily slinging her backpack under her chair.

kevin · Dec 20, 2022

So far, the first day at Paragon Academy was going well. Students reconnected with old friends and made new friends, and everyone was enjoying their morning so far.
The first bell of the day had rung and students made their way to their first class of the day.
The halls soon fell quiet as they emptied with only a few teachers still standing around along with security patrolling the halls.

Though this peaceful quiet suddenly changed when Five bees decided to infiltrate the school. The goal in mind was to take down everyone in the school and take over the academy. It was quite a plan but the H.I.V.E. Five got to work quickly and stealthily.

First, Gizmo slipped into the school through an opened window, running and jumping past the windows of classrooms, and sneakily slipped into the IT room. David Lieberman sat at his desk, monitoring the many, many security screens in front of him. He was too engaged in work to notice Gizmo slip in and over to his desk. He rolled a small metal ball under David's desk which activated and released a green gas that knocked him out.
"Bullseye!", Gizmo cheered as he slipped over to David's chair. He climbed on top of the desk and got to work. Sticking multiple USBs into the system and furiously mashing away at keys, Gizmo successfully shut down the security cameras, motion sensors, and any other safeguards Paragon had with ease.

While Gizmo kept watch of the security system, Kyd Wykkyd silently slipped inside, scanning the halls for any other persons that would get in the way. He noticed one teacher and a few security guards walking up and down the halls. He made his way down each hall, sneak-attacking each guard and knocking them unconscious. Doing one more sweep of the halls to make sure he didn't miss anyone, he gave the signal for the rest of the team to come inside.

Unlike the others, Mammoth, Jinx, and Billy Numerous made quite the entrance. Mammoth punched down the doors to the school and they made their way in. The trio made their way down the halls, careful not to alert anyone of their presence too early.

Billy multiplied himself and he and his clones made their way inside of classrooms. As easy as the team made it inside, the clones went around each classroom knocking over desks and students. Papers flew everywhere as students shrieked in fear and confusion at the sudden attack. As the clones ran around causing chaos, students defended themselves and swiftly made their way into safe rooms.

Jinx and Mammoth still walked the halls while Jinx shot blasts of her pink energy at the lockers which caused them to fly open. Mammoth had a bag behind her and he cleaned out each locker.
One locker had some pretty jewelry Jinx liked and she threw it around her neck.
"Oh look at how pretty this necklace is Mammoth! It compliments me so well!", Jinx told Mammoth while walking backward with a big grin on her face.

Mammoth grunted at her and smiled. She spun on her heel and clapped her hands.
"I'm so happy! It's time the H.I.V.E. take over this dump and make it a new and better place! I think it could honestly use some redecorating!", Jinx said to Mammoth as she flipped and jumped while blasting energy at lockers, walls, and classrooms which exploded when her blasts made contact. The duo moved down the halls and to the first classroom they spotted to continue with their chaos.

kevin · Dec 23, 2022

mood :

angry, exhausted, and hurt.

location :

Hallways of Paragon Academy

outfit :

mentions :

None

interactions :

Jinx and Mammoth of the H.I.V.E. Five

Maximoff

;; elliot

So far Elliot's first class of the day was going well. He really liked his teacher Doctor Strange, he was a highly intelligent, skilled, and talented magic user and person in general. Currently, Strange had put everyone in pairs to quiz each other on basic spell casting. Elliot had been paired with a dark-haired boy with a bad vibe named Luka. He could just feel that there is something off about Luka but Elliot brushed it off and participated in the class activity. Even though Luka was giving on bad vibes, Elliot had to admit he was really smart. He was able to answer all of the questions correctly on the first try and even scored one hundred percent on his main quiz. After a while, Elliot excused himself from class to go to the bathroom.

On his way to the bathroom, Elliot heard a woman's voice coming from one of the halls he needed to walk down. He stopped walking and hid behind a wall while listening in on the conversation. The unknown woman mentioned something about causing chaos in the school while damaging the school. One blast of her energy flew past Elliot and hit a wall near him, causing it to explode on impact. He ducked to cover himself from the debris and came up with a game plan in his head. Come on Elliot you can do it. You never have fought someone especially not a villain so this could be your chance. Not only that, what if there was more and he could stop them before they started? Remember what mother taught you, Elliot. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for battle.

Elliot came around the corner and started down the hall. The sight he saw made his heart drop. In front of him stood a very tall and large beast that also kind of looked like a man. Beside him was the woman Elliot heard, she was medium height with pale greyish skin and bright pink hair in the shape of a horseshoe. He watched the pair as they were distracted stealing from lockers and that's when Elliot decided to say something. "Hey! You two! What in the hell do you think you're doing?", Elliot shouted across the hall. This remark caught the attention of the duo and they stopped what they were doing to face Elliot. The woman looked Elliot up and down and busted out laughing. "Who are we? I'm Jinx and this is Mammoth, we're with the H.I.V.E. Five, and we are the ones who are going to take over and take down this godawful school. But I think the real question here is, who are you?", Jinx asked Elliot while making her way toward him. "I'm the Scarlet Warlock and I'm here to stop you." Elliot levitated off the ground, his eyes and hands glowing red while he moved forward to attack.

Jinx and Mammoth dropped the stolen belongings and began to charge at Elliot. The ground shook with every step Mammoth took and Jinx ran and flipped while throwing blasts of energy at Elliot. He flew left and right dodging the blasts from hitting him. He reciprocated and threw blasts of red, glowing energy t Jinx which she dodged by flipping and sliding. Mammoth ran up to Elliot and swung at him with his big, beefy arm but Elliot went higher up to avoid the hit. Elliot landed on the ground and ran towards Jinx. The two started hand-to-hand fighting, Elliot's hands glowing with red energy. Left, right, left, right. He threw his punches in order but Jinx was able to block them. He threw a kick but she moved to the side and kneed Elliot in the stomach. It hurt him but he sucked it up and kept going. The two kept going at each other, the fighting getting more intense. Elliot was getting tired from fighting, his punches and kicks slipping. He noticed Mammoth continued locker robbing while he was distracted by Jinx.

Elliot grabbed Jinx by her arm and tried to flip her over his shoulder but she was quicker than him and more skilled. She flipped over his shoulder and landed behind him on her feet. Jinx kicked him in the back and blasted him into a wall. Elliot tried to slow down the impact but he was tired and his energy was running low. He crashed head first into the wall, which on impact broke the wall some and debris fell on him. Elliot lay there, huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath. He felt a warm liquid running down his face and he slowly picked his arm up to touch it. Blood. His head was bleeding out slowly and he could now feel a sharp pain like a knife stabbing his head in the area of the blood. He looked at Jinx who was in front of him but it was hard to make out what was going on through his blurred vision and the dust from the debris. Jinx readied herself to blast Elliot out for good but was caught off guard by what looked like another person but Elliot could only see their figure not who or what they were.

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Lord Moldoma · Dec 23, 2022

The H.I.V.E. Arrives - I

Getting everyone to safety. That's what a hero would be concerned about first, right? The secret path to the safe-room was located behind a false wall, but if the current opponent, could replicate himself, any one of the young heroes in training could surely be overwhelmed if he replicated too fast. Alice thought about this. She had never had parents who would have any reason to explain to her what to do in a situation like this. Was it really acceptable for her to turn her powers against some-one?

It didn't matter, it was do or die. She needed to absolutely eliminate the threat to protect her classmates, and get to the door to seal it. She'd think of the consequences of stepping in later. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she was rather terrified, the same feeling that any normal child would have during an attack on their school.

Moving towards the clone of Billy numerous that had managed to get into the room, She immediately came face to face with the red-spandex wearing devil of a young man.

"Heh! Now hold on there, little lady, you might wanna take a breather before you go stepping up to places you can't-" Billy began with a clever opener, only to be interrupted by Alice.

"I'm sorry, but, I won't let you hurt any of my potential friends. It isn't worth the risk of trying to capture you." She arched her arm back and reached it out towards Numerous, who was quick enough to catch her just above the wrist. She was clearly physically outmatched by him.

"I ain't finished! A purty thing like you oughta learn how to listen!" Billy said, still in his more jovial attitude. He held Alice's hand up out of the way, being significantly stronger. "As I was sayin', you might get yourself hurt if you jump into the line o' fire like that."

She immediately sent her other hand forwards. Only for Billy to replicate and catch it. "Woo-hwee! you're a feisty one ain't ya'. Well, why don't I show ya' exactly how Billy Numerous deals with varmints like you huh?" Billy asks.

Using the combined strength of his two clones, Billy tossed Alice straight into a desk, sending both it and her clattering against the wall, with great force, although, Alice did manage to briefly scrape one of the clone's wrists with her finger.

Alice slammed down, the desk breaking in half, leaving her sitting where she was.

"Alright now for the rest of ya, right Billy?" One of the clones looked to the other. But the other didn't answer, instead his posture had changed, he was hunched over as if he was about to hurl or as if he had some immense stomach pain. "Uh... Billy are you alright?" The clone asked the other clone.

"No... I think I've got to...-" In an instant, before he could even finish his sentence, the Clone's body erupted into a splatter of nothing more than blood and blood pulp, coating the classroom with a distinctly southern smelling red blood-stain.

Alice had already begun to get back up, she took her left arm and moved it to her right, which had gotten twisted by the encounter. She touched it with her hand, and it reverted back to its normal state. "I'm sorry... You gave me no choice." Alice says.

"WHAT IN THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" Billy shouted, seemingly genuinely angry.

Alice remained silent, looking down, a tear dropping silently from her eye.

"Whatever the hell it was, it doesn't matter! This is personal now, ya' hear? Nobody makes Billy Numerous explode on Billy Numerous' watch! " Billy Numerous shouted, before multiplying several times, totalling in around 15 billies.

"I'm sorry." Alice brings her hand down onto the ground, and a tremor shakes the localized area near the classroom. The surface breaks up from an epicenter, and suddenly, a mass of large spikes burst out of the ground, impaling the various clones of Billy.

"I can only hope... I've bought enough time for my classmates to get somewhere safe..." Alice says, frowning, before sitting on the ground and curling up against the wall.

Seemingly opening in Media res, was Dimit and Carrol. Carrol having hid in the safe room with the rest of the class, while Dimit stood. Facing off against the billy numerous clone.

"So you can multiply right? What's your angle. Psionic Projection? Budding? Are you like a hydra, where if I cut one part off, both parts grow back?" Dimit inquires from Billy, looking at her cuff and tapping it.

"What the heck are you on about? Yeah, I make more of me, they're like... I don't know.. Clones 'er sumthin'." Billy seems a bit confused by the question.

"D-Dimit! Get the hell over here!" Carrol shouts,

"In a minute! I just need to get a little bit of battle data." Dimit calls over, holding up crossed fingers, showing she obviously doesn't give a shit.

"It doesn't matter. I guess an opponent that has extra-lives is a good stress test." Dimit says. Pointing upwards. "Witness, the world premiere of the world's ultimate battlesuit! KNIGHT SABER!"

A blue mechanical suit, maybe a foot taller than Dimit's normal height activates somewhere, hidden just outside the school, and launches off. Within minutes arriving to the classroom by crashing through the wall. Forcing Billy to think fast and multiply himself to keep some of his clones out of the way before beng pulverized by the weight of suit intentionally shoulder charging him against the other wall, splattering his ribcage like a frying pan smashing an egg.

The suit moves over to Dimit's side, quickly, and deactivates the thrusters on its back. Opening up. Dimit slips harmlessly out of her clothes, revealing herself to be wearing a slick, black bodysuit that goes up to her neck, and allowing her to get inside while the Billy clones recollect themselves from having yet another one of their members brutally murdered.

The suit closes and a slot opens on its arm, a projection seemingly generating out that forms into a fully functional rifle of an advanced design.

"Why don't we test out how the auxilliary weapons system works out, first?" She asks.

The clones multiply several more times and jump at her. " You'll pay for taking out my boy billy!" The group of clones shouts, only to be halted in their advance by an auto-cannon-like volley of energy bolts from the rifle. Filling all but one full of large, gaping holes, rather brutally so.

The remaining clone replicates their-self several times.

Dimit, in the battlesuit, drops the rifle on the floor, and moves to pick up a desk. Crushing its metal frame with both arms, woodworking be damned, and tossing it like a ball up and down.

"Catch!" She says, before spinning around and throwing the crushed desk like a super-fast, super deadly shot-put, straight into two of the clones. decapitating them. The rest of the clones attempting to tackle the suit, only for an explosion to errupt, destroying a good portion of the clones. Revealing that the suit had opened it's shoulder to let out a series of micro-missiles.

The remaining clones do their best to regather themselves and... Immediately retreat. "Let's get the hell outta here!" One of them shouts. "Run for it! This bitch is crazy!" another shouts.

"...Hmm... Disappointing... You'd think for a vanguard squadron they'd send better specialists..." Dimit says, correctly deducing that this wasn't just a one-man operation, judging from the fact that the security had been so effortlessly breached.

Carrol has returned to the safe-room, which has been closed for the safety of the rest of the class. Apparently, it was just easier to let Dimit do her thing and make sure to stay out of her way.

"...That false wall isn't gonna hold if the enemies have anyone much stronger than that... There'd have to be at least one other... But more likely two. Each one balancing out the others strengths and weaknesses. There's probably that red fellow, who works support, then they probably have a hacker, who disabled the security systems, and finally, the muscle, who took out the guards..." She quickly devises the supposed hypothetical structure of her opponents team.

"They could have more though... But they'd have to be the wild cards in the hand..." She continues brainstorming. "The red one retreated to this direction. But he doesn't seem very smart, so I can't expect him to be leading me to a diversion... Though, since his clones seem able to act independently of one another, and what I learned by word of mouth, he's probably got the ability to split them into multiple raiding parties... A perfect way to attack multiple classrooms at once... But what's their end goal...?" Dimit wondered. "Hmm... Well, it's not like it'll matter anyway." She mentally shrugs, casually. Before laughing, punctuating the laugh with one of her signature snorts.

Though there isn't much context given, we do get a brief view of the aftermath involving a group of Billy's clones being dealt with swiftly by Claire, though her method we don't know yet of course, the majority of them beaten black and blue on the ground. With Claire walking casually past the group of bruised and battered clones, her hands in her pockets, her face a scowling, pissed expression, as usual.

kevin · Dec 28, 2022

Luka Harkness

Luka was finding Magic class to be rather dull. Doctor Strange's lessons were very boring to Luka since he knew everything he was teaching already. He was acing all the questions and mini quizzes perfectly. Luka knew he was going to be passing this class with straight A's and 100s. He felt being in this class was unnecessary since he was already at the top of his class on the first day. Luka liked it and enjoyed feeling superior because he is and always will be. The redheaded boy Strange partnered Luka with was different. His vibe was different, something special. Interesting to say the least. Luka could sense the boy was eager and curious. He focused his mental intentions on Elliot's mind and with little to no effort, he entered Elliot's mind.

Luka had experience in reading minds and controlling them so he could slip into Elliot's mind sneakily without alerting him and go searching for answers on who he was and why he was so curious. Though Luka has entered many, many minds of many different people, something about Elliot's mind was strange, chaotic if you will. It kind of hurt Luka's head to be messing around in there so he got what he needed and exited as quickly as he entered. The boy's name was Elliot Taylor Maximoff, 18, Homosexual, 6'1", 160 pounds, sensitive and soft, and in other words weak-willed and easy to take down. But what wasn't weak about him was the magic he possessed. It was intricate and different but he knew what it was. Chaos Magic. But it seemed locked up, waiting to be released and used to its fullest might. He was only using a very small amount of it and he had so much more potential.

Other than that, Luka had also found out what he was so curious about. Elliot wanted to know who and what he was. If he wants to know, Luka will tell him. He turned to face Elliot who was focused on the papers in front of him. "Hey, kid. You've got questions and I have answers. I'm Luka Harkness, son of Agatha Harkness, she is one of the most prominent Dark Magic sorceresses out there. I am also a Dark Magic sorcerer, born and raised in Salem, Massachusetts. This class to me is a waste of my time as I already know about all of this stuff from my mother. But yeah, that's all I got for now. Any more questions?", Luka asked Elliot. A smirk appeared on his face as he watched Elliot's eyes widen and his face turn bright, tomato red with embarrassment. Elliot raised his hand and excused himself from class. Luka let out a snicker, "Rookie.", he whispered to himself and turned his attention to the assignment in front of him.

Some time had passed since Luka's little onesided interaction with Elliot. He began to grow curious as to why the boy hadn't returned yet. Luka felt something was wrong, he could sense the bad vibes pulsing throughout his body. Luka was about to excuse himself to go searching for him but before he could, the class was interrupted. The door busted open and a large group of men who all looked the same in red outfits came running in. They ran around the classroom, pushing over chairs and desks. Papers flew everywhere and kids started screaming and panicking. Luka looked around the room as these clones ran around causing chaos. Some kids defended themselves but for the most part, they panicked and ran. Strange had run over to a back wall and pushed on it. It swung open like a door and he announced for all of them to rush inside to hide in safety.

A few clones had run up to Luka and tried to catch him off guard. He threw punches at the clones who quickly blocked them. What the? Luka was shocked at the strength of the clones who held his fists tightly. One of the clones lifted his leg up and kicked Luka in the stomach, sending him flying back into a wall. Luka shook his head and dusted himself off. He was angry now and it's never good when he's angry. Luka jumped to his feet and readied himself for a fight. His hands had a purple-blackish glow to them and his eyes were purple. Three clones came at Luka and he threw some punches and kicks, successfully hitting his targets. He could barely keep up though as he only had two arms and fists whereas with the three clones it was six arms and fists. He kept throwing as many punches as he could but it was tiring. The clones multiped and he was shaken from witnessing that. Luka was now outnumbered by clones and he was going down.

Luka stopped his punches and slid under the clones. He hopped on a desk and held his glowing hands out. "Mors Ad Animam", Luka said out loud in Latin. His purple-black energy left his hands and surrounded the clones. After a few moments of the smoke circling the group, it cleared out and all the clones who were engulfed in smoke were now laying lifeless on the floor. He smirked at the success of his spell and jumped down from the desk to continue fighting off the incoming clones.

Mood: Serious, Focused, Angry Interactions: Elliot Maximoff, Billy Numerous' Clones Mentions: Elliot Maximoff, Billy Numerous' Clones Outfit: Click Me!

coded by: @s e v e n

kevin · Dec 28, 2022

Cameron Danvers

Flyer's Education was going pretty well for Cameron especially because his mother is one of the teachers. Some of the stuff being taught was easy for Cameron since his mother had taught him that stuff already. But Cameron knew it would become more complicated for him just because he freestyles his flying and doesn't follow any rules laid out for safe and controlled flying. As of right now, the class was going to take turns doing some beginner flying. Cameron was off to the side doing some stretches and exercise techniques before taking off in the air. He was very focused on his current activity and he wanted to show off in front of everyone to let them know who was the top flyer in the class.

A few students had gone first before Cameron had his turn and when it came, he was prepared. He came next and lifted off into the air. He did more than everyone else did, making sure to show off his skills. He flipped and turned, dipped and tilted. Cameron was having the time of his life in the air as flying made him feel free and on top of the world. He did some more flips before coming to a stop and just floating in the air. Cameron smiled from ear to ear at everyone down below, showing off his perfect pearly whites. All the students clapped and cheered Cameron on and he felt amazing to know he succeeded in his show-off.

As Cameron took in the feeling of success, he wasn't paying attention to the chaos entering the room. He watched from above as about twenty boys in red suits rushed in and started shoving students around, starting fights with some of them. Cameron was shocked to see this happening and he knew this was his chance to be a hero. He swooped down low and grabbed a few clones by their clothing and slammed them into the wall. He turned around and blasted some of them with colorful energy and they were thrown back, hitting the wall with severe burn marks. Cameron got the current number of clones down to five and to Cameron's surprise, all five multiplied. Now there were about fifty of them in the room and Cameron was overwhelmed.

While this was all going on, Falcon and Carol were pushing students into the safe room. Carol left Falcon's side and flew up into the air, floating next to Cameron. "You ready to do this? Remember what I taught you?", she asked Cameron. He nodded in agreement and his mother returned the nod. Together they placed their backs against each other, suited up in matching uniforms, both glowing with energy. Simultaneously, the mother-son duo followed each other's movements, turning around in the air and blasting clones together as they multiplied. Cameron felt good and even though this was a serious situation, he liked being able to show off.

Mood: Shocked, Determined, Focused Interactions: Carol Danvers, Billy Numerous' Clones Mentions: Carol Danvers, Billy Numerous' Clones Outfit: Click Me!

coded by: @s e v e n

blue tea · Jan 7, 2023

azure shimizu

mason vangelis.

alias

raijin mizushima, bai qinghai.

n. names

azu, zuzu, mace, rai, aku.

pronouns

he / him.

age

twenty.

hero name

thunder beast.

powers

wolf blood, blue whirl, thunder strike.

link here.

spotify

link here.

i should never have cared, but i did. i cared a lot. and i still fucking care. never would have thought i'd get this attached, damnit.

oh? sweetheart, you can't break

THE HARSH SOUND OF DESKS FLIPPING OVER brought the dark-haired male out of his daze. His blue hues narrowing at the sight with a sneer upon ivory-hued lips. He watched as papers fluttered around them, wasting no time in hurtling himself at the clone, teeth bared to reveal sharp canines. There’s no fucking way these assholes got through. He wanted to burst out laughing. The irony was suffocating, leaving the male unaware of the tight grip he had on the clone’s neck, fingernails sinking into the sensitive flesh of its neck.

He didn’t give the clone a chance to converse, snarling at the panicking students to head to the damn safe room if they knew what was best for them. He had it handled, or as much as he could with their current predicament. Who the fuck let these fuckers in? He grumbled.

His grip tightening around the clone’s neck, sneering down at its face. “What? Cat got your tongue, asshole?” He snapped. The clone sneered back, fingers grappling around his wrist, drawing bleeding lines, but the dark-haired male paid little mind to it. He dealt with worse things.

Mason let out a rumbling growl that vibrated deep within his chest as his bright blue hues bled midnight. His mood spiraling until he wanted nothing more than to sink his pearly white fangs into the clone’s neck. He didn’t, of course. Mason wasn’t that cruel, no matter how many people reminded him of how much he was a monster. His nose wrinkled at the thought, shaking his head.

Fucking great. The clone curled his legs, knees tucked against his chest, thrusting the heels of his shoes into the male’s chest leaving him coughing, blood trickling down to dribble at his chin. Damnit.

He reached to wipe the blood, smearing the crimson hue across his cheek, but the male paid little attention to that. He bared his teeth at the clone who rubbed their neck with an angry grumble. “You got a good grip there, don’t cha?” The clone hummed, bouncing back up. Mason snarled.

“Fuck you.” He snapped. Damnit. He really should have been paying more attention, but there was no point in worrying about it more. He fucked up, but learn to deal with the punches. He huffed out a gurgled laugh, shoulders shaking.

“You insane or somethin’ kid?”

“...” Mason didn’t bother replying, muscles bunching up to spring at the other, socking the clone in the jaw with an uppercut. He didn’t have time to dwell on the sense of pride that bubbled up within his chest at the obvious groan of pain. His fingers curling into a fist to land a punch across the clone’s right cheek.

He fell into a simple rhythm until things went haywire. He hadn’t realized it at the time until the last second. His body tilting sideways to dodge the oncoming assault, but it did little to protect himself. The harsh kick sent him falling backward, sinewy frame landing with a thud. He let out a series of gruntled grumbles, pulling himself back to his feet to stare at the two clones with identical grins.

His hand reached up to press against his side, pulling back with a quiet hiss at the flare of pain. He doubted his ribs were broken, more likely bruised than anything else. Of course, even if they were broken it wouldn’t stop him. “Assholes.” He muttered, spitting out blood that splattered the titled flooring. “That’s the best you can do?” He taunted the two, knowing damn well he might be signing his death sentence, but the dark-haired male didn’t seem to care.

Mason tensed as the two clones leapt towards his frame, both zipping to attack his sides, but he didn’t give them enough time. The male sending bolts of lightning spiraling out, attacking the duo with vengeance. His lips pulled into a wicked sneer. Time to shine, fuckers. He didn’t waste a second to slam his knee into the clone’s stomach, twisting around to punch the second square in the face.

The noticeable sound of bone cracking made him flinch, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip. Fucking hell. His chest heaved, ignoring the way he could feel his heart pound against his temple.

His eyes of darkened midnight swirled with anger, mind faltering to whether Yuhwa and Kavan were alright. His gut curdling at the thought of losing either of them. His pupils dilating as he watched the clones stumble to their feet. “Not so tough now, huh?” He quipped. The male igniting in a brilliant flash of blue along his forearms, sending the two stumbling backward.

Mason flashed the two a wolfish grin, ignoring the tingling sensation where the flickering blue danced along his forearms. His canines bared in a wolfish display of dominance, charging at the two, letting out a low, guttural noise in the back of his throat.

The clones tensed, preparing to attack the raven-haired male, but as Mason allowed himself to dip into his animalistic side left the two with little options, but to defend themselves. The haunting smell of singed clothing and burning flesh filled the hallway.

thoughts speech

what's already broken.

you save everyone, but who saves you?

♡coded by uxie♡

kavan dragomir

rhys yuan.

n. names

kav.

pronouns

he / him.

age

twenty-one.

hero name

dragon king, alpha dragon.

powers

dragon soul, fiery souls.

link here.

spotify

link here.

i don't want to forgot our memories. i just want to remember them without any pain. is that too much to ask? am i not strong enough? is that it? guess i really am pathetic.

a knife? are you

THE SECOND HE STEPPED OUT OF THE CLASSROOM to walk the familiar route he’d grown accustomed to led to absolute chaos. He had been near the IT room when he noted the green gas seeping from beneath the door. His eyebrows furrowed at sight, leaving him tensed and suspecting someone had slipped through.

He dragged a hand through his air, pulling the door open to see Gizmo sitting on top of the desk with many wires surrounding them. His gaze narrowed at the sight, shutting the door and locking it. He knew well enough that he was locking himself inside with a villain, but the dragon paid no mind to it. He was a threat and Kavan didn’t take so kindly to someone who threatened the people he cared for.

His gaze narrowed, watching the other in dark green go about, lips peeled back into a sneer. He didn’t waste time in lunging forward, but just as he was about to reach the other, Gizmo grinned manically. Shit. He stumbled to the side as a noticeable bang rattled throughout the room to the searing pain blooming across his shoulder blade where a bullet remained lodged into the flesh.

Kavan hissed, hand reaching to clamp down on the bleeding out that send bouts of pain through his nervous system. A low, guttural noise vibration within the back of his throat, showcasing his displeasure and animalistic hues that dilated to vertical slit pupils. Reddish hued scales appeared along his neck and cheek, allowing puffs of smoke to slip past parted lips.

“Oh! Oh! Interesting one, aren’t you!?” The small male cheered, leaning forward, one hand holding the book-turned-gun while holding onto the edge of the desk, tittering back and forth like a child.

Kavan quirked an eyebrow at that, letting out another low, guttural sound that resonated within the room. He held onto his wound, fingernails curling into the sensitive flesh of his shoulder, ignoring the way the blood seeped between his fingers and down his knuckles, pooling around his elbows and finally dripping onto his pant leg. He fought back the whimper that bubbled up, swallowing down the sound with a threatening hiss.

He had to be smart about this. The dragon watching Gizmo with calculating hues, muscles pulled taunt. His mind whirled in a brilliant dance of fire, gaze hardening in determination. His lips quirked into a charismatic grin, flashing his elongated fangs. “Smart one, aren’t you sweetcheeks?” He rumbled, voice velvety smooth like satin binding along a blanket’s edge. “Mind telling me why your here?” It was a useless attempt, but some villains weren’t the brightest, nor were some heroes, but Kavan wouldn’t voice that out loud.

Gizmo let out a quiet ah-ha, twirling the gun with his first finger. “Smooth talker, aye?” The small man grinned, giggling. “My friend, you are in for a treat!” Gizmo swayed side to side, grinning. Yeah. That doesn’t sound good. He winced. The pain in his shoulder intensifying, pounding in time with each strum of his heart palpitating harshly against his sternum.

He drew in a steely breath, watching the other go about the others, gaze narrowing. Why are they even here? He still couldn’t wrap his head around it. He wasn’t even sure it was a smart choice to attack a school filled with bustling students with powers. Are they that stupid—Kavan huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course.

He didn’t waste any time in allowing heat to trickle into his palm, watching as a snake grew from its flickering depths. His lips quirked into a cheeky grin, watching in satisfaction at the shriek that left Gizmo.

Fire would lick at the door, seeping out from beneath it as it grew in size. It’s body swaying to an inaudible tune, tongue flickering out as it watched the smaller male shriek, wavings his gun. The green-clothed villain shooting off a few rounds with a string of curses. Check mate, bitch. He thought smugly.

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flirting with me?

i wasn't strong enough to protect them.

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yu yingjie

yuhwa aeng.

alias

hananoami.

n. names

pretty boy, pinkie, cherry, yunnie.

pronouns

he / him.

age

twenty.

hero name

huli jing, yin phantom.

powers

falling yin, phantom commander, nightmares.

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i prefer not to think before speaking. i like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth. sometimes it ends well, and other times? not so much.

i've lost myself long ago

THE PETITE MALE CLUTCHED THE FABRIC OF HIS sleeve ( having nabbed Mason’s sweater ), head cocked as he passed by many classrooms to get to his own, humming various tunes he overheard Kavan crooning. His mocha-colored hues alight with warmth and excitement for the new year, although he visited Yukio, offering the first year a thumbs up and a grin. If he had a tail, it would certainly be wagging.

Yuhwa bounced on the balls of his feet, glancing around with a lofty hum. His fingers reaching to fiddle with strands of dark chestnut hair that bled pink and red. His head cocked, wondering if he should peek in to see Kavan and Mason, but thought against it. He was sure by now he was already late to return to class, having visited the nurse’s office not some time ago for his weakening state. Of course, Yuhwa was never the strong one. His abilities sapping his energy, or poisoning him until he grew deathly ill. It was a constant battle of pushing and pulling, and Yuhwa wasn’t so sure he was winning.

The long-haired male sighed, reaching to tap his chin while his teeth sunk into sensitive flesh, worrying his bottom lip. He hadn’t realized what was happening until he bumped into one of Billy’s clones, startling the male with a squawk.

He stumbled, an apology dying on his lips at the clone standing above a student, grinning manically. His brain faltered at the site, but Yuhwa’s gaze narrowed in determination, offering the frightened student a bright grin. “Don’t worry!” He trilled. “I’ll make sure you get to the safe room!”

Yuhwa ignored the clone’s laughter, allowing the dark tendrils to curl around his frame, wincing at the icky sensation that traveled up his veins, contrasting against his milky white skin. His mocha-colored hues bled crimson, flashing the clone an eerie expression.

He never liked his powers all that much. A lot of people were terrified of him, while others viewed him as nothing more than a villain waiting to happen. He fought back the whimpers that threatened to spew from his parted lips, drawing in deep breaths to settle his stomach that churned at the dark sensation that coated his frame like oil.

The petite male surged forward in a flash of darkness, appearing behind the clone before the other could blink. His fingers curling into a fist, sending them spiraling away from the student. Offering his hand, he helped the student to their feet, ushering them into the room. He made a chirping sound in the back of his throat, offering reassurance to the terrified student, bobbing his head in satisfaction as they slipped into the safe room. Good. Yuhwa wasn’t sure what he would have done if he arrived too late. His heart clenching at the thought, but otherwise, pushed them out of his mind.

He ignored the whispers of the deceased, offering them an apology, but otherwise kept quiet. His gaze watching the clone clamber to its feet with a sneer. “Pretty thing like you doing out here in this mess?” The clone hummed, flashing a charming smile at the long-haired male. His nose scrunched up at the comment. No, thank you. He had Mason and Kavan, thank you very much!

His hand raised, watching as black flame-like tendrils exploded outward, wrapping the clone in a vise-like grip. He held back the flinch that shivered down the lengths of his spine, watching as the dark tendrils shot through the clone’s body. Blood splattered the tiled floor, biting back a whimper at the liquid crimson splashing against his exposed skin. His chest tightening at the gruesome sight.

Surely … this wasn’t—Yuhwa shook his head. The male coughing harshly into the palm of his hand, staining the milky white flesh crimson with his own blood. He flinched. Did I overdo it? Yuhwa frowned. He didn’t think he did. I know I didn’t, so why?

He shook his head, letting out a whimper at the pounding sensation against his temples. His body wracked with shivers, but otherwise he remained upright. The dark tendrils only seem to darken, drawing in bouts of dark energy that seeped into his frame. His heart thudded loudly against his sternum to the loud roars of blood rushing through his ears, the petite male blinked through the haze.

His head cocked at the noticeable voices of others not that far from where he stood. The male stumbling along until he caught sight of another student fighting someone while another continued to ransack lockers.

Yuhwa scowled at the sight, offering little warning to the colossal beast as dark tendrils pooled from his frame, wrapping around the other in a loose grip. His teeth bared at Mammoth, ignoring the blood that trickled down his milky white cheeks.

He hissed at the larger male, glancing briefly at the red-haired male with a worried trill, but otherwise remained where he stood. He had little energy despite his energetic demeanor prior to the chaos. His body seemed to sag, unable to keep himself upright, but he couldn’t fail. He couldn’t. He didn’t have a choice to fail, because failing meant pain. He didn’t—He doubted he’d be able to go through that again.

Yuhwa sure hoped the others were alright. Without them? He was certain to fall. He didn’t have anyone left. He needed them as much as they needed him. They were the only people he had left to keep him grounded after … Yuhwa flinched. No! Please don’t make me remember. He felt himself falter just the slightest, but that’s all that Mammoth seemed to need as he charged forward.

The male let out a loud yelp, arms reaching to shield his front as Mammoth’s first connected with his midsection, sending the male through a series of lockers. The breath knocking out from his lungs as he laid with quick gasps until blackness crept along the edges of his vision. No! I can still—Yuhwa wasn’t able to finish his thought, unable to hold back the darkness that threatened to pull him under. The long-haired male passing out shortly afterward with nothing, but a broken mewl.

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