Badass Academy: One Man Doomsday (Reboot/IC)

[Novia Soviet Socialist Republic]

OOC: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=353525

July 19, 2018, 10 Am
England, Sheffield, City Center
Badass Academy

A warm day it was today in the city of Sheffield. Birds were tweeting, people were going about their every day business in the comfortably warm weather. Whilst life on the inside of the huge reinforced concrete walls of Sheffield, outside of it was a wasteland. Though not the kind that you think. Nature as a rule generally retakes back what was once its own with the majority of Britain being made up of huge forests now of magical, corrupted and otherwise. However, today was the day new students were coming into the Badass academy. The headmaster got up onto the podium and looked around at all the students both new and old. The headmaster could tell who was new and who wasn't just by listening to their thoughts. He smiled before clearing his throat "Alright, to the old students, welcome back. I hope you had a good 2 weeks off. Hopefully you didn't have too much fun" The headmaster smirked a little before looking around.

He sweeped the crowd with his vision before speaking "To the new people, I would like to welcome you to the badass academy. Our unorthadoxly named academy is the perfect place for us to fine tune your skills to be used in the eventual restoration of Earth. Here we will turn you from being that one who walks away from explosions without watching to the one who takes on an army by themselves with nothing but a nice cup of tea...speaking of which I could go for one now" He sighed but continued talking "Anyway, if you would all like to go inside to the dining hall, you can have a nice full breakfast before you start your day. Thank you for your time, and welcome to the academy" After the speech everyone applauded him before he stepped off the podium and proceeded inside towards his office.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Crysal stood by podium patiently. She wasn't technically supposed to be out here, she was supposed to be preparing material for her 'boot camp' course. Thankfully, she'd delegated the task to her younger sister slash teacher's assistant, Adri. She didn't bother getting on the podium after the headmaster left, and instead shouted to the gathered crowd. "Eat and drink well, newcomers, and enjoy the pampering. Because once you're in my classroom, you're going to get your happy little arses beat." Her voice was thickly accented... some sort of indeterminate mix between Irish and Scottish. With that little sentence out of the way she made her way into the academy again, likely back to her classroom.

Clovis uncapped his canteen and drank from it nervously. Five years he'd been hiding in Sheffield. Now he was hoping he'd have a chance to fight his way back to France. It had become a sort of "promised land" for him. A place he wanted his future children to see. "I think I like the headmaster more than the fanged thing." He muttered, adjusting his hat to keep the sun out of his eyes. He shuffled through the crowd and into the dining hall.

[The Flame Dawn]

Emilia

Emilia had a fiery look in her eyes. She was determined to prove herself as stronger than everyone else, even if she had to fight every student there at once. She reached to her belt and grabbed one of the lighters, which she fumbled around with her right hand, trying to calm herself. She was looking forward to this class as well as any class involving combat. She was determined to burn her way to the top, even if it meant a risk to her own life.

Jonathan

Jonathan had a nervous look on his face. How am I supposed to compete with all of these big kids, Jonathan thought to himself. He knew he was physically weaker than everyone here and he thought his powers were too dark to have a use in an academy such as this. I'm gonna fail this course, Jonathan though to himself as dread filled him, what would the other classes be like, would they be harder or easier. Jonathan got so panicked he accidentally conjured a shadowy version of himself. The shadowy version put its transparent hands on his shoulders and began to whisper insults and called him a fool and weakling who didn't belong here.

[Galnius]

Shadows walking, shadows talking, shadows yelling in Irish. This was Trent Landon's first experience at badass academy. Loving in a world of black and white can be depressing at times, but at least this place would help him get out of here. However...combat class...just didn't sound fun.


William 'Will' Donahue sat with his feet up on the table, watching as his associate have her speech.Some people just have to convince themselves that they are thw baddest of the bad... He snickered to himself as she walked off from the podium. Although he supposed that he should be preparing, he felt as if he had some enough. Today, he and his new TA were going to show these kids hell, assuming The Marine didn't try to steal his class. Speaking of tge TA...where was he?

[Syrixces]

Teddy stood near the back, bedecked in his armor.

Whatever they could teach him here that he didn't already know, well, he didn't know.

He listened to the speech, absently flipping his knife in his hand.

Once they had all finished, he wandered into the dining hall, and slammed his knife into the first table he sat down at.

"Whom among you belong here?"

[Bycrest]

Cyrus had only really been paying half of his attention to the headmaster's speech. He had been tinkering with one of this gauntlets because he managed to break one of the servos in it before he got to the academy. He barely heard when the speech was over and snapped out of his daze when people started clapping. As everyone started filing out into the dining hall Cyrus continued tinkering with his gauntlet. He found an empty table and laid out some of his tools so he could better work on it, he'd eat later he just need that arm fixed.

[The Carlisle]

Ayako stood in the middle of the crowd, sided by students she knew from her previous years here. For several years, she has heard the headmaster speak to them at the start of the year, and each were about the same. He wasn't much of an inspirational speaker.

Once he was done, it now the march to the dining hall. With a skip in her step, Ayako moved quickly through the crowds. Her attire stood out greatly from the rest of the students. Not only was she the lone student to be wearing ring gear, but it was also vibrantly colored. A bright green vest covered a tightly fitted pink blouse, with a short skirt that was the color of the rainbow, and a matching set of bright green high boots donning her feet.

She got into the dining room, going straight for the food. She hadn't eaten at all at home, so she was quite ravenous. She got a plate of food and stated chomping down, sitting at a table at random without considering who she sat with.

[Doughertania]

Dagon, City Center
Dagon shifted around in his seat. He had been sitting there for what felt like ages. Couldn't the headmaster just dismiss them already? His first year at Badass Academy was fantastic. Not only had he learned how to control his Suit, and make some real gains in the reclamation of the planet, he had found a place where he belonged. Jack, Chiyoko, Robert, even Napoleon bless his heart. These people all helped him realize he was more than just a failed science project. He was a hero.

During the break, Dagon hadn't done much. There was a portal he fell through, and he had a brief stint as a defender of the multi-verse and an alien hunter, but he was happy to be back in school.

…wait a second.

Suddenly, Dagon straighter up quickly. He looked around at his fellow students, paying attention to the headmaster or acting like they had better things to do. He looked down at his red hoodie and his black pants. He could see! He could think! He was aware again!

Barely a second after the headmaster finished, Dagon broke out into a cheer. "DOC!! YOU'VE RETURNED!!"

*sigh* Yes, Dagon, I've returned. Actually, I did a lot more than return. I've orchestrated the return of this world! I organized a following, and got the OP to return! I even started-"

"To get a little preachy. It's ok! Excitement is to be expected. After all, you're narrating me, the OG!"

Well, technically the OG was Dagon from The King's Sons-

"Shh… That's ok. I understand. You're a little jumbled up. But it's alright. Let's go. To the dining hall!" Dagon then ran to the dining hall, happy to be alive and moving again in the thread that was his home.

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Dagon, Dining Hall
Dagon looked around the hall for people to talk to. There were quite a few NPCs, but that's not who he cared about finding. Using his narrator his connection with the fourth wall, he realized there were other players around. Taking his tray of delicious, delicious bacon, he made his way to a table with a tattooed girl and a little kid. As he walked, he spoke to no one in particular, "So, who are they? Anyone of note?"

The boy's a pretty powerful illusionist, specializing in making you experience your greatest fears. It seems to be mostly visual and auditory hallucinations, though he might have the potential to get to the point where you start to feel them as well.

"Feel?"

You ever have a dream where you're falling, and you feel like you are? Or a dream where you're in pain, and you feel it? Same idea. Now the girl's the resident Pryo. Has some flame manipulation and conjuration, but mostly get her flames from a pretty awesome set of armor.

"She's hot."

Was that a pun or an observation?

"Yes." With that, Dagon sat down. and started eating his breakfast. After a few mouthfuls, he swallowed and looked at the other two. "Haven't seen you guys around here before. You guys new?" Dagon wiped the grease off his fingers and extended a hand to each of them in turn. "I'm Dagon, by the way. The only veteran PC here by the looks of it." Dagon paused, and looked over at the kid. He seemed to have a weird ghost twin berating him. Annoyed, Dagon barked "Hey! Casper the Asshole Ghost! Leave the kid alone."

As he spoke, he heard some guy ask who belongs here. Dagon leaned past the kid and ghost and shouted back "No one! We're just here for the Pop-Tarts!"

[Shadowwell]

Jonathan

Jonathan had a nervous look on his face. How am I supposed to compete with all of these big kids, Jonathan thought to himself. He knew he was physically weaker than everyone here and he thought his powers were too dark to have a use in an academy such as this. I'm gonna fail this course, Jonathan though to himself as dread filled him, what would the other classes be like, would they be harder or easier. Jonathan got so panicked he accidentally conjured a shadowy version of himself. The shadowy version put its transparent hands on his shoulders and began to whisper insults and called him a fool and weakling who didn't belong here.

Johnathan Carver

Johnathan Carver, had listened to the Headmasters speech like everyone else. He didnt know anyone here. Mainly right now he was worried about the staff finding out about his connection to Chesterfield, The records would show that he had left days before the attack, but he was still worried, He didnt want to have to relive what was done to him. From what Johnathan could tell he was one of the Larger individuals there, only a couple came close or exceeded his height and size, In high school he was a successful linebacker and it showed. He was 6'8" and heavily muscled, his size alone drew attention, his scars added to that. He Had gotten himself a massive platter of food, and was about to Head to a secluded table, when he say this one kid start to panic and then some ghost like thing showed up. He walked over there, arriving just after another student. He asked the Kid in his deep Rumbling voice, " Do you need help with that kid, I can take care of it if you want."

[The Flame Dawn]

Jonathan

Jonathan had a nervous look on his face. How am I supposed to compete with all of these big kids, Jonathan thought to himself. He knew he was physically weaker than everyone here and he thought his powers were too dark to have a use in an academy such as this. I'm gonna fail this course, Jonathan though to himself as dread filled him, what would the other classes be like, would they be harder or easier. Jonathan got so panicked he accidentally conjured a shadowy version of himself. The shadowy version put its transparent hands on his shoulders and began to whisper insults and called him a fool and weakling who didn't belong here.

Johnathan Carver

Johnathan Carver, had listened to the Headmasters speech like everyone else. He didnt know anyone here. Mainly right now he was worried about the staff finding out about his connection to Chesterfield, The records would show that he had left days before the attack, but he was still worried, He didnt want to have to relive what was done to him. From what Johnathan could tell he was one of the Larger individuals there, only a couple came close or exceeded his height and size, In high school he was a successful linebacker and it showed. He was 6'8" and heavily muscled, his size alone drew attention, his scars added to that. He Had gotten himself a massive platter of food, and was about to Head to a secluded table, when he say this one kid start to panic and then some ghost like thing showed up. He walked over there, arriving just after another student. He asked the Kid in his deep Rumbling voice, " Do you need help with that kid, I can take care of it if you want."

Jonathan

Jonathan looked at the man but didn't make eye contact, "it's fine, I can handle-" The shadow clone interrupted and said, "Jonathan, can't you see this guy thinks you're weak. Being unable to solve your own problems is a major sign of extreme weakness." Jonathan was quiet and before the clone could spew another insult it dissolved into the air.

"It's fine sir," began Jonathan, this time uninterpreted, "I can create illusions of fears but I can't control my 'condition' very well so I have a habit of creating illusions by mistake."

Caught up in the confusion of explaining what the shadow clone was that he had accidentally ignored the other person who was talking to him. "It's all under control," Jonathan hastily replied, "it's not a ghost or anything, just... erm... one's fear incarnate." Jonathan looks away after admitting he was afraid of what people thought of him.

[Unified Free Lands]

As soon as the speech finished, Wesley put on a pair of headphones that were connected to his phone, and started talking with Lily. "I'm gonna need info on everyone around here," he stated quietly. "Listen to as much as you can and then we'll see what's useful and what isn't."

"You're wasting no time with this, aren't you?" replied Lily, somewhat sarcastically. "Alright, I'll see what I can pick up, but it would be easier if I could see through those cameras."

"Just doing my job," muttered Wesley. "The earlier we start, the better info we might get, which means better profits."

"You're only saying that because you aren't the one who has to listen to every single conversation at once," said Lily.

"You can handle it," Wesley replied as he walked into the dining hall. He looked around, trying to decide if sitting alone or sitting with others would be better.

"Of course. Oh, and one more thing..."

"What's that?" asked Wesley, curious.

"Don't get yourself hurt."

"What do you mean, even?" sighed Wesley. He hated it when Lily was vague, which she often was, leaving him to come to his own conclusions on things. She didn't reply to his question, leaving him leaning by the dining hall wall and contemplating that as he still tried to decide where to sit.

[Galnius]

Trent, following a group of others, walked into the dining hall. He bumped into Wesley, as he was trying to avoid other people. He turned, staring sharply at the right corner of Wesleys chin."Sorry about that. I didn't see you there."

[Unified Free Lands]

Trent, following a group of others, walked into the dining hall. He bumped into Wesley, as he was trying to avoid other people. He turned, staring sharply at the right corner of Wesleys chin."Sorry about that. I didn't see you there."

"It's fine," mumbled Wesley, staggering a bit as he was bumped into.

"Watch where you're going next time," said Lily, speaking through the speakers of Wesley's phone.

"Uh, I'm Wesley... But you can just call me Wes," Wesley said, looking up at Trent. "That voice you hear is my friend Lily."

[Galnius]

"Uhh, hey, Im Trent. So, where do we get the food in this place? I'm probably missing it completely." He 'looked' around, though he knew it was in vain, hoping this kid would take his act as truth, before settling his sights around Wesley left ear.

Trent, following a group of others, walked into the dining hall. He bumped into Wesley, as he was trying to avoid other people. He turned, staring sharply at the right corner of Wesleys chin."Sorry about that. I didn't see you there."

"It's fine," mumbled Wesley, staggering a bit as he was bumped into.

"Watch where you're going next time," said Lily, speaking through the speakers of Wesley's phone.

"Uh, I'm Wesley... But you can just call me Wes," Wesley said, looking up at Trent. "That voice you hear is my friend Lily."

[Unified Free Lands]

"Uhh, hey, Im Trent. So, where do we get the food in this place? I'm probably missing it completely." He 'looked' around, though he knew it was in vain, hoping this kid would take his act as truth, before settling his sights around Wesley left ear.

"It's fine," mumbled Wesley, staggering a bit as he was bumped into.

"Watch where you're going next time," said Lily, speaking through the speakers of Wesley's phone.

"Uh, I'm Wesley... But you can just call me Wes," Wesley said, looking up at Trent. "That voice you hear is my friend Lily."

"Over there," answered Wesley, pointing to further inside the dining hall. "But, uh, I'm kind of waiting to get invited to a table with some of the cooler ones here before I get anything," he added. That was a tactic of his that had worked at his old school, he hoped it would work here and that someone would actually invite him.

[Novia Soviet Socialist Republic]

Dead Shot & Scouting Party
Wastelands
Zone Whisky

Out to the west of Sheffield was Dead Shot and 3 others from the Sheffield Security Team. The drove along a dirty road on a 4x4 car before stopping near a hill side and getting out. Dead Shot walked towards the edge of the hill and looked out towards the clearing. Two of the other scouts also got out of the car and walked towards the hill side, pulling out binoculars and looking down the hill "Alright this looks like a good spot for an airstrip. But it looks like Goblins have set up shop down there" One of them said as they looked down the hill at a large encampment before another one spoke "Looks like they're taming Antlions. They got an Antlion Queen down there, she's a big fucker" Another scout said before Dead Shot spoke, looking down his scope at the huge insect creature "Yeah I see her I got eyes on. Alright lads, lets call this one in" He said as he looked back at the car towards the drive who pulled up the car radio.

The driver began speaking into the radio before Dead Shot and the other scouts got into the car. They then began driving off back down the road to Sheffield. Looks like they had just found the perfect location for Sheffield's first airstrip and their key to getting the Royal Airforce back up and running in the North of England again.

Natasha
Badass Academy
Armory

Natasha laid with her head down on the table, sleeping like a baby as she snored lightly. She came in yesterday to work on a blueprint for a military grade VTOL gunship for use when the airstrip is built and had pulled an all nighter. Her arm slowly moved across the table while she slept and pushed a model recreation of a VTOL engine onto the floor, the noise of the engine falling apart making her jump awake and look around. She groaned and yawned before standing up, grabbing the pieces of model engine and putting them back on the table. Looks like it was time to open the armory up for everyone to get their grubby little hands on it's contents.

She walked over to the door exiting the armory and pressed a button next to it which opened up all the shutters. She then went behind her counter and started pulling the shutters up on the various gun racks around the armory before placing a "Be back later" sign on the counter. She walked out of the armory and went into the dining hall where she grabbed a slice of cheese on toast and cup of coffee before she sat down at an empty table and put her feet up, eating her toast and sipping her coffee.

[Unified Free Lands]

Wesley saw someone walk into the dining hall and get some food before sitting down at a empty table and putting her feet up. "Lily, who's that girl?" asked Wesley, interested in more ways than one. "Do you have any info on her?"

"Sorry Wes, you're on your own on this one..." answered Lily. "I've been listening to everyone talking but she just walked in and she hasn't been mentioned before by the others. Why don't you hang back and talk to these people after you've observed them some more? We don't want a repeat of last time you went to a new school."

"Is that jealousy I hear from you?" Wesley asked, now kind of annoyed. Creating an AI with personality had it's perks, but also setbacks, such as jealousy and snark.

"What the hell do you think the answer to that is?" asked Lily, her voice sounding distinctly hurt. Wesley sighed and figured that she'd get over it soon enough, and he approached Natasha, sitting down at her table uninvited and ditching his earlier plan.

[Doughertania]

Jonathan

Jonathan looked at the man but didn't make eye contact, "it's fine, I can handle-" The shadow clone interrupted and said, "Jonathan, can't you see this guy thinks you're weak. Being unable to solve your own problems is a major sign of extreme weakness." Jonathan was quiet and before the clone could spew another insult it dissolved into the air.

"It's fine sir," began Jonathan, this time uninterpreted, "I can create illusions of fears but I can't control my 'condition' very well so I have a habit of creating illusions by mistake."

Caught up in the confusion of explaining what the shadow clone was that he had accidentally ignored the other person who was talking to him. "It's all under control," Jonathan hastily replied, "it's not a ghost or anything, just... erm... one's fear incarnate." Jonathan looks away after admitting he was afraid of what people thought of him.

Dagon
As the ghost kept talking, Dagon began reaching for his Sword of Sin. He always did want to try a little ghostbusting, and now seemed to be his chance. But before he could respond, the ghost disappeared, disappearing into thin air. Dagon began scanning for it, but to know avail. Before he asked anything, the kid started to speak. He explained how it wasn't a ghost at all, just an illusion. But that's when Dagon realized what the kid had said. It was his fear incarnate.

Dagon patted the kid on the back. "Look kid. Don't worry about whether or not you belong here. I've got a connection with the OP-"

Dagon! They don't have the same connection as you!

"What do I say then?"

…admissions officer?

Dagon turned his attention back to the kid. "Sorry about that. Anyway, I've got a connection with the admissions officer. You wouldn't be here if you didn't have the potential to be a badass. I mean, look around. We're all pretty bad people to piss off. But you can make people see their greatest fears and you haven't even hit puberty! Trust me, you'll fit in fine."

Wow. That was actually pretty heartfelt. I'm impressed.

"What can I say? I've got a soft spot for kids." Dagon then turned to the kid, the tattooed girl, and the large guy who also offered to help the kid. "So, with that out of the way, let's start with introductions. After all, it'll save my narrator some time. No one wants to write out descriptions every post."

Dagon, again, connection.

"Right sorry. I'm Dagon, and as I said before, I'm a veteran of the school. You all are?"

[Akhurea]

This time, you're in with the rest of the bunch.

At this point, Alhazred was unknown to anyone but the higher-ups in the academy. Over the course of his stay at the academy, he'd been mainly operating inside the city, as a sort of secret police. His speed and ability to vanish into thin air and reappear a short distance away made him very well suited to his task. They had called him 'Ghazi', or 'Warrior', for his rather ancient fighting style. 'Warrior' had taken care of numerous attempts of the hostile supernaturals to infiltrate the city. Each time, he did his reconnaissance, planned his operations, and commenced his attacks, with a week's time at most between his first strike and the killing blow against the infiltrators. For example, he had once taken out a group of Vampires hiding out under the city. Although they had superhuman abilities, they simply could not keep up with Alhazred, as he could move virtually instantaneously to another location. After a while, the city's own police and military forces were able to secure all of the places the supernaturals could possibly try to infiltrate the city from. This is why he'd been transferred to the main force.

He didn't take kindly to that, but orders were orders. He liked the work he specialized in- he didn't want to be a 'grunt'.



A few moments after the speech had concluded and people began their breakfasts, Alhazred appeared, some of the black smoke appearing to mark his entry. He looked around, feeling rather out-of-place. He wasn't particularly nervous- he stopped that during his old job. Although, all the new faces did make him a bit uncomfortable. It didn't help that he was ordered to join the normal students during their breakfast, to "Socialize", something he didn't exactly plan to do.

He began scanning the outskirts of the room, and chose a table that was empty. He then 'jumped' to a seat, and sat down, the black smoke marking his 'jump'. Allowing himself to relax, he looked around the room some more, his wrapping covering most of his face, and casting a shadow over his eyes. He observed the 'new' faces, some of which he was sure were actually old faces.

He thought, I'm going to have to work with these people... It doesn't seem right...

[The Flame Dawn]

Jonathan

Jonathan looked at the man but didn't make eye contact, "it's fine, I can handle-" The shadow clone interrupted and said, "Jonathan, can't you see this guy thinks you're weak. Being unable to solve your own problems is a major sign of extreme weakness." Jonathan was quiet and before the clone could spew another insult it dissolved into the air.

"It's fine sir," began Jonathan, this time uninterpreted, "I can create illusions of fears but I can't control my 'condition' very well so I have a habit of creating illusions by mistake."

Caught up in the confusion of explaining what the shadow clone was that he had accidentally ignored the other person who was talking to him. "It's all under control," Jonathan hastily replied, "it's not a ghost or anything, just... erm... one's fear incarnate." Jonathan looks away after admitting he was afraid of what people thought of him.

Dagon
As the ghost kept talking, Dagon began reaching for his Sword of Sin. He always did want to try a little ghostbusting, and now seemed to be his chance. But before he could respond, the ghost disappeared, disappearing into thin air. Dagon began scanning for it, but to know avail. Before he asked anything, the kid started to speak. He explained how it wasn't a ghost at all, just an illusion. But that's when Dagon realized what the kid had said. It was his fear incarnate.

Dagon patted the kid on the back. "Look kid. Don't worry about whether or not you belong here. I've got a connection with the OP-"

Dagon! They don't have the same connection as you!

"What do I say then?"

…admissions officer?

Dagon turned his attention back to the kid. "Sorry about that. Anyway, I've got a connection with the admissions officer. You wouldn't be here if you didn't have the potential to be a badass. I mean, look around. We're all pretty bad people to piss off. But you can make people see their greatest fears and you haven't even hit puberty! Trust me, you'll fit in fine."

Wow. That was actually pretty heartfelt. I'm impressed.

"What can I say? I've got a soft spot for kids." Dagon then turned to the kid, the tattooed girl, and the large guy who also offered to help the kid. "So, with that out of the way, let's start with introductions. After all, it'll save my narrator some time. No one wants to write out descriptions every post."

Dagon, again, connection.

"Right sorry. I'm Dagon, and as I said before, I'm a veteran of the school. You all are?"

Emilia

Emilia felt herself heat up with adrenaline, she couldn't help but feel he urge to fight this man as a way to test her own abilities. "I'm Emilia," she replied with a toothy grin, "but you can call me Ember." She grabbed the man's hand and gave it a firm shake, "I'm a pyromancer, and I hope to test my abilities against you. You should be glad that a prodigal apprentice of a dragon slayer would consider you a possible rival."

Jonathan

"I'm Jonathan," he barely muttered, "it's a pleasure to meet you sir..." He felt a ting of fear because this man was clearly one of the strongest of the students present. "I can't do much in combat besides create illusions as you saw, and the only useful thing I can do is throw orbs of magic which allow me to learn of your greatest fears," Jonathan said in a manner so quiet it was hard for people to hear without trying with great strain, "I can show you my powers... if you want."

[Shadowwell]

Jonathan

Jonathan looked at the man but didn't make eye contact, "it's fine, I can handle-" The shadow clone interrupted and said, "Jonathan, can't you see this guy thinks you're weak. Being unable to solve your own problems is a major sign of extreme weakness." Jonathan was quiet and before the clone could spew another insult it dissolved into the air.

"It's fine sir," began Jonathan, this time uninterpreted, "I can create illusions of fears but I can't control my 'condition' very well so I have a habit of creating illusions by mistake."

Caught up in the confusion of explaining what the shadow clone was that he had accidentally ignored the other person who was talking to him. "It's all under control," Jonathan hastily replied, "it's not a ghost or anything, just... erm... one's fear incarnate." Jonathan looks away after admitting he was afraid of what people thought of him.

Dagon
As the ghost kept talking, Dagon began reaching for his Sword of Sin. He always did want to try a little ghostbusting, and now seemed to be his chance. But before he could respond, the ghost disappeared, disappearing into thin air. Dagon began scanning for it, but to know avail. Before he asked anything, the kid started to speak. He explained how it wasn't a ghost at all, just an illusion. But that's when Dagon realized what the kid had said. It was his fear incarnate.

Dagon patted the kid on the back. "Look kid. Don't worry about whether or not you belong here. I've got a connection with the OP-"

Dagon! They don't have the same connection as you!

"What do I say then?"

…admissions officer?

Dagon turned his attention back to the kid. "Sorry about that. Anyway, I've got a connection with the admissions officer. You wouldn't be here if you didn't have the potential to be a badass. I mean, look around. We're all pretty bad people to piss off. But you can make people see their greatest fears and you haven't even hit puberty! Trust me, you'll fit in fine."

Wow. That was actually pretty heartfelt. I'm impressed.

"What can I say? I've got a soft spot for kids." Dagon then turned to the kid, the tattooed girl, and the large guy who also offered to help the kid. "So, with that out of the way, let's start with introductions. After all, it'll save my narrator some time. No one wants to write out descriptions every post."

Dagon, again, connection.

"Right sorry. I'm Dagon, and as I said before, I'm a veteran of the school. You all are?"

Johnathan Carver

Replying to Dagon Johnathan said " I'm Johnathan Carver, former Linebacker, and i am relatively immune to supernatural and magical abilities." directing this to the two originally at the table " Meaning your fire adn your illusions would have little to no effect on me, Although my powers are a litle iffy when it comes to physcial supernatural abilities."

[Facepunchian States]

The hulking madman known as King Kickass grinned as he entered the dining hall, adjusting his sunglasses and slinging his guitar over his shoulder. Glancing around the large Dining Hall and pulling an unlit cigar from the depths of his massive beard, he sauntered over to the nearest table, where sat a young man in a red hoodie, a small child with dark hair, and an aggressive-looking young woman. Behind the table stood a large man who could very well pass as a rugby or American Football player.

Leaning on the end of the table with an audible creak, he gestured with the cigar and spoke with an easygoing smile in a booming voice.
"Any a' ya got a light?"

[Doughertania]

Emilia

Emilia felt herself heat up with adrenaline, she couldn't help but feel he urge to fight this man as a way to test her own abilities. "I'm Emilia," she replied with a toothy grin, "but you can call me Ember." She grabbed the man's hand and gave it a firm shake, "I'm a pyromancer, and I hope to test my abilities against you. You should be glad that a prodigal apprentice of a dragon slayer would consider you a possible rival."

Jonathan

"I'm Jonathan," he barely muttered, "it's a pleasure to meet you sir..." He felt a ting of fear because this man was clearly one of the strongest of the students present. "I can't do much in combat besides create illusions as you saw, and the only useful thing I can do is throw orbs of magic which allow me to learn of your greatest fears," Jonathan said in a manner so quiet it was hard for people to hear without trying with great strain, "I can show you my powers... if you want."

Dagon, Dining Hall
Dagon looked Emilia over. "You use fire to fight dragons? That's like trying to fight a shark by biting it to death. I'm impressed. If you want to test your abilities against me, let me know after class. I wouldn't mind getting to know my teammate's powers better. Though, I should warn you, I have a bit of experience using fire." As he spoke, he gestured to his pants, where his Sword of Sin was clipped to his holster in pistol form.

Turning his attention to Jonathan, he once again was struck by how mild-mannered the kid was for someone in a school of badasses. "You've got to give yourself more credit kid. The ability to find out people's greatest fears, then project them as illusions, forcing the attacker to face what might be the only thing that can fill them with dread? Sounds like quite the power." As the kid began to whisper softer, Dagon had the suit amplify Jonathan's voice. When he mentioned showing his powers, Dagon shook his head. "As curious as I am, the dining hall isn't the place for it. You don't wanna cause a food fight."

Really? Ex-supersoldier, destroyer of monsters and bane of Marauders Dagon doesn't want to start a food fight?

"You weren't there Doc. You didn't see it! Crawling from cover to cover, panicking as you realized you'd thrown your last drumstick. Te moment when you're covered in condiments, and you don't know if it's yours, or your buddies. And the tatter tots! They were so numerous they blotted out the sky!" Dagon shuddered. It took forever to clean up afterward, and even longer to get the smell out of his Suit.

…oookay then.

Johnathan Carver

Replying to Dagon Johnathan said " I'm Johnathan Carver, former Linebacker, and i am relatively immune to supernatural and magical abilities." directing this to the two originally at the table " Meaning your fire adn your illusions would have little to no effect on me, Although my powers are a litle iffy when it comes to physcial supernatural abilities."

Dagon winced as Carver's voice boomed in his ear. He had forgotten to set the audio settings back to normal. After a moment or two of waiting for his hearing to come back, he turned to Johnathan number two. "Take it easy Little John! Some of us have sensitive hearing! Well, most of the time I don't, but you get the point!"

Actually, I don't think anyone does. You haven't introduced your powers.

"How do I summarize me in a short sentence? The friendly neighborhood schizophrenic? Sir Healsalot, except when I don't?"

*sigh* Just explain your powers.

"Right. So I'm a pretty standard super soldier. Above human strength, above human speed, above human tolerance for terrible puns; you know, the basics. What makes me special is my gear. Techno-arcane armor and weapons, the first and only of their kind. And soon enough, you'll get to see them in action." As Dagon finished, he remembered that these were first years, and probably had some questions about B.A.

"So, any questions? Where do we sleep, who should I avoid, where's the bathroom?"

The hulking madman known as King Kickass grinned as he entered the dining hall, adjusting his sunglasses and slinging his guitar over his shoulder. Glancing around the large Dining Hall and pulling an unlit cigar from the depths of his massive beard, he sauntered over to the nearest table, where sat a young man in a red hoodie, a small child with dark hair, and an aggressive-looking young woman. Behind the table stood a large man who could very well pass as a rugby or American Football player.

Leaning on the end of the table with an audible creak, he gestured with the cigar and spoke with an easygoing smile in a booming voice.
"Any a' ya got a light?"

As Dagon finished, he turned to see what could only be described as the physical personification of the 80's action genre plop himself down beside them. After a few moments of confusion, Dagon was finally able to respond. "Are you the new mascot? Cause you are like ten times more badass then the stupid knight we had before."

Afterward, he stretched out his hand. "I'm Dagon, by the way. And you are..?"

[The Flame Dawn]

The hulking madman known as King Kickass grinned as he entered the dining hall, adjusting his sunglasses and slinging his guitar over his shoulder. Glancing around the large Dining Hall and pulling an unlit cigar from the depths of his massive beard, he sauntered over to the nearest table, where sat a young man in a red hoodie, a small child with dark hair, and an aggressive-looking young woman. Behind the table stood a large man who could very well pass as a rugby or American Football player.

Leaning on the end of the table with an audible creak, he gestured with the cigar and spoke with an easygoing smile in a booming voice.
"Any a' ya got a light?"

Emilia

She had a psychotic smile on her face as she takes a lighter into her right hand and ignites it. Using her left hand, she moves the flame onto the man's cigar. "Anything else you need," she asked, "like a house or forest fire," she chimed in.

Emilia

Emilia felt herself heat up with adrenaline, she couldn't help but feel he urge to fight this man as a way to test her own abilities. "I'm Emilia," she replied with a toothy grin, "but you can call me Ember." She grabbed the man's hand and gave it a firm shake, "I'm a pyromancer, and I hope to test my abilities against you. You should be glad that a prodigal apprentice of a dragon slayer would consider you a possible rival."

Jonathan

"I'm Jonathan," he barely muttered, "it's a pleasure to meet you sir..." He felt a ting of fear because this man was clearly one of the strongest of the students present. "I can't do much in combat besides create illusions as you saw, and the only useful thing I can do is throw orbs of magic which allow me to learn of your greatest fears," Jonathan said in a manner so quiet it was hard for people to hear without trying with great strain, "I can show you my powers... if you want."

Dagon, Dining Hall
Dagon looked Emilia over. "You use fire to fight dragons? That's like trying to fight a shark by biting it to death. I'm impressed. If you want to test your abilities against me, let me know after class. I wouldn't mind getting to know my teammate's powers better. Though, I should warn you, I have a bit of experience using fire." As he spoke, he gestured to his pants, where his Sword of Sin was clipped to his holster in pistol form.

Turning his attention to Jonathan, he once again was struck by how mild-mannered the kid was for someone in a school of badasses. "You've got to give yourself more credit kid. The ability to find out people's greatest fears, then project them as illusions, forcing the attacker to face what might be the only thing that can fill them with dread? Sounds like quite the power." As the kid began to whisper softer, Dagon had the suit amplify Jonathan's voice. When he mentioned showing his powers, Dagon shook his head. "As curious as I am, the dining hall isn't the place for it. You don't wanna cause a food fight."

Really? Ex-supersoldier, destroyer of monsters and bane of Marauders Dagon doesn't want to start a food fight?

"You weren't there Doc. You didn't see it! Crawling from cover to cover, panicking as you realized you'd thrown your last drumstick. Te moment when you're covered in condiments, and you don't know if it's yours, or your buddies. And the tatter tots! They were so numerous they blotted out the sky!" Dagon shuddered. It took forever to clean up afterward, and even longer to get the smell out of his Suit.

…oookay then.

Emilia

"Well it's simple," she said, "Dragon's spew fire like how someone exhales air," demonstrating by using her lighter to blow stream of fire into the air. "Now what would happen if the fire was forced to build up," she uses the lighter in a similar manner but she uses her free hand to stop the flames from spewing, "it would build pressure in the dragon's throat until BOOM, the throat is a gaping hole."

Jonathan

"I guess," said Jonah, looking slightly happier, but still kinda shy. "I don't think supernaturals have any fear though, since they are a scary monster."

[Shadowwell]

The hulking madman known as King Kickass grinned as he entered the dining hall, adjusting his sunglasses and slinging his guitar over his shoulder. Glancing around the large Dining Hall and pulling an unlit cigar from the depths of his massive beard, he sauntered over to the nearest table, where sat a young man in a red hoodie, a small child with dark hair, and an aggressive-looking young woman. Behind the table stood a large man who could very well pass as a rugby or American Football player.

Leaning on the end of the table with an audible creak, he gestured with the cigar and spoke with an easygoing smile in a booming voice.
"Any a' ya got a light?"

Emilia

She had a psychotic smile on her face as she takes a lighter into her right hand and ignites it. Using her left hand, she moves the flame onto the man's cigar. "Anything else you need," she asked, "like a house or forest fire," she chimed in.

Dagon, Dining Hall
Dagon looked Emilia over. "You use fire to fight dragons? That's like trying to fight a shark by biting it to death. I'm impressed. If you want to test your abilities against me, let me know after class. I wouldn't mind getting to know my teammate's powers better. Though, I should warn you, I have a bit of experience using fire." As he spoke, he gestured to his pants, where his Sword of Sin was clipped to his holster in pistol form.

Turning his attention to Jonathan, he once again was struck by how mild-mannered the kid was for someone in a school of badasses. "You've got to give yourself more credit kid. The ability to find out people's greatest fears, then project them as illusions, forcing the attacker to face what might be the only thing that can fill them with dread? Sounds like quite the power." As the kid began to whisper softer, Dagon had the suit amplify Jonathan's voice. When he mentioned showing his powers, Dagon shook his head. "As curious as I am, the dining hall isn't the place for it. You don't wanna cause a food fight."

Really? Ex-supersoldier, destroyer of monsters and bane of Marauders Dagon doesn't want to start a food fight?

"You weren't there Doc. You didn't see it! Crawling from cover to cover, panicking as you realized you'd thrown your last drumstick. Te moment when you're covered in condiments, and you don't know if it's yours, or your buddies. And the tatter tots! They were so numerous they blotted out the sky!" Dagon shuddered. It took forever to clean up afterward, and even longer to get the smell out of his Suit.

…oookay then.

Emilia

"Well it's simple," she said, "Dragon's spew fire like how someone exhales air," demonstrating by using her lighter to blow stream of fire into the air. "Now what would happen if the fire was forced to build up," she uses the lighter in a similar manner but she uses her free hand to stop the flames from spewing, "it would build pressure in the dragon's throat until BOOM, the throat is a gaping hole."

Jonathan

"I guess," said Jonah, looking slightly happier, but still kinda shy. "I don't think supernaturals have any fear though, since they are a scary monster."

Johnathan Carver

To Dagon he said " Well i guess little John works, we are in england and all," To jonah he said " The Supernaturals are more like us than you think, or so ive heard anyways." He then thought Ok that was close, hope no one noticed my pause there, i dont want my connection to Chesterfield out so soon.

The hulking madman known as King Kickass grinned as he entered the dining hall, adjusting his sunglasses and slinging his guitar over his shoulder. Glancing around the large Dining Hall and pulling an unlit cigar from the depths of his massive beard, he sauntered over to the nearest table, where sat a young man in a red hoodie, a small child with dark hair, and an aggressive-looking young woman. Behind the table stood a large man who could very well pass as a rugby or American Football player.

Leaning on the end of the table with an audible creak, he gestured with the cigar and spoke with an easygoing smile in a booming voice.
"Any a' ya got a light?"

He then turned to the man who had just joined them and asked " so i possess power negation, he is an illusionist, we got a pyro, and he there has a healing factor, and possibly multiple personalities' What you got?"