Super Hero High: Prometheus Rising (IC, Open)

[Mighty Asgard]

Jenkins shouldered his shotgun and aimed it at Mina, ready to fire at the slightest hint of her trying to harm the unconscious girl. The rubber slug loaded in the weapon was powerful enough to take down a fully grown man so he would rather not use it on a small girl for fear of causing serious injury, but he would if there was no other way. He still held hope that the situation could be solved peacefully, but that hope was shrinking with each passing second.

"I'd rather not have to shoot you, Miss Kaboi," he said calmly, "please drop the weapon."

[Procastitania]

The girl with the tazer could really injure someone, thought Declan. The security guy might even follow up on his threat. Time to intervene. Silently passing through the room, he quickly snatched the tazer away, and moved back a few feet towards the door before revealing himself and grinning triumphantly.

[Imperial--japan]

The girl with the tazer could really injure someone, thought Declan. The security guy might even follow up on his threat. Time to intervene. Silently passing through the room, he quickly snatched the tazer away, and moved back a few feet towards the door before revealing himself and grinning triumphantly.

Mina glared at Declan before pulling out another Cellphone. "You think a technopath brings one phone everywhere"? Mina grinned. "Now all of you back the fuck off". She said. (Sorry its short I'm going to bed)

[Mighty Asgard]

Jenkins
If Jenkins was surprised when Declan appeared he didn't show it, though two of the other guards turned towards the new disturbance to keep an eye on him. When Mina proceeded to pull out another weapon to threaten the unconscious girl with, made from a cell phone from the looks of it, Jenkins decided that she was unlikely to surrender peacefully and fired the gun at her. A rubber slug was launched at high speed from the shotgun, aimed right at her chest, and he could only hope that she wouldn't be unnecessarily injured by it.


Tyler
There was an army helicopter waiting for them on the highway, probably not more than a hundred yards away, but the giant pursuer was slowly gaining on them. Even if they reached it before the giant reached them there would probably not be enough time to take off before it could smash the helicopter, unless they did something about it. Killing the giant probably wouldn't work, it seemed far too powerful for that, but just slowing it down a little would be enough to guarantee success. A direct attack wouldn't work, it was probably invulnerable so they couldn't kill it, but as long as it was affected by gravity there was a way to keep it down for a minute.

"Keep going, I'll try to slow it down!" he shouted at the others while stopping and turning around to face the giant. A brief moment of hesitation overcame him when he turned around and saw just how big the damn thing was up close, but he quickly shook it off and prepared himself. In a single great push he unleashed his power on the ground beneath the giant creature.

The street in front of him lurched upward, like something was trying to push through from below, and then literally exploded into the air. The giant was caught right in the blast, tons of rubble and dirt striking it with great force, which didn't even make it break its stride. But the ground had moved away under it, leaving nothing to support the immense weight of the giant, and it fell down into a pit almost twenty feet deep. Tyler immediately turned around and ran towards the chopper, thinking that the others should have reached it by then. Behind him he could already hear the giant moving again, gripping at the edges of the hole to pull itself out, which spurred him to run faster.

[Altruistic Paladins]

Bramwell and Makoto

The duo expediently jumped into the slick. They had seen what Tyler pulled with the giant. They did not fully pay attention to the giant and whether the simulation took the Square/Cube Law into account. They were instead just having a problem hit them. They knew they were probably going to be yelled at, and it was not going to be a good day for either of them if Makoto's complex auditory hallucinations were a sign of what's to come to complicate Makoto's jelousy.

"Nice, you just force that giant to obey the square cube law," Bramwell yelled at Tyler.

"Are 'te they bigger, fall 'barder they...damn," Makoto said with increasing frustration at her attempts to say the Joe Walcott quote. Makoto's speech was now sloppy. At this point, Bramwell was considering just opening the pod and getting out of the simulation to bring Makoto to the infirmary.

[Imperial--japan]

Jenkins
If Jenkins was surprised when Declan appeared he didn't show it, though two of the other guards turned towards the new disturbance to keep an eye on him. When Mina proceeded to pull out another weapon to threaten the unconscious girl with, made from a cell phone from the looks of it, Jenkins decided that she was unlikely to surrender peacefully and fired the gun at her. A rubber slug was launched at high speed from the shotgun, aimed right at her chest, and he could only hope that she wouldn't be unnecessarily injured by it.


Tyler
There was an army helicopter waiting for them on the highway, probably not more than a hundred yards away, but the giant pursuer was slowly gaining on them. Even if they reached it before the giant reached them there would probably not be enough time to take off before it could smash the helicopter, unless they did something about it. Killing the giant probably wouldn't work, it seemed far too powerful for that, but just slowing it down a little would be enough to guarantee success. A direct attack wouldn't work, it was probably invulnerable so they couldn't kill it, but as long as it was affected by gravity there was a way to keep it down for a minute.

"Keep going, I'll try to slow it down!" he shouted at the others while stopping and turning around to face the giant. A brief moment of hesitation overcame him when he turned around and saw just how big the damn thing was up close, but he quickly shook it off and prepared himself. In a single great push he unleashed his power on the ground beneath the giant creature.

The street in front of him lurched upward, like something was trying to push through from below, and then literally exploded into the air. The giant was caught right in the blast, tons of rubble and dirt striking it with great force, which didn't even make it break its stride. But the ground had moved away under it, leaving nothing to support the immense weight of the giant, and it fell down into a pit almost twenty feet deep. Tyler immediately turned around and ran towards the chopper, thinking that the others should have reached it by then. Behind him he could already hear the giant moving again, gripping at the edges of the hole to pull itself out, which spurred him to run faster.

Mina was shot back a bit by the slug that hit her chest, and suddenly all the air was knocked clean out of her and the pain felt excrutiating. "F-OOF"! Was all she could get out before falling to the ground. She was in so much stress and shock herself that she fell to unconsiousness.

[Mighty Asgard]

Jenkins
As soon as Mina hit the floor two guards rushed in to take her weapon away and cuff her, while another untied Rachael.

"Get them to the infirmary," Jenkins ordered, "make sure the suppressors are active when Miss Kaboi wakes up."

Tyler
With little time to spare Tyler scrambled into the chopper, nearly jumping in. The giant had recovered from falling much faster than he had thought and was almost upon them when the helicopter took off, narrowly avoiding getting crushed by the colossal midget. There was little time to celebrate their success though, because as soon as the helicopter got safely away from town everything started to fade away. A few seconds later they were back in the white room, and Moreno was there as well.

"Good work guys," the teacher started, "just a few things I want you to think about. Firstly, you talk too much, try to keep focused on the task at hand and not start discussing other things." Tyler assumed he was mostly talking about Bramwell and his idiotic rants, but Moreno didn't single anyone out. "Secondly," the teacher continued, "surprise is a good thing in battle, if the enemy doesn't know what you're up to then he can't work to counter it. But convoluted plans are just as likely to confuse you as the enemy, and confusion can get you killed. As far as possible, apply the old saying 'keep it simple, stupid.' Always aim to implement the simplest possible way of reaching your goals." He smiled at them, "though you all showed a very admirable amount of common sense in running away from the Midget. Running from a battle you have no hope of winning isn't cowardly, it's smart, especially if you've already accomplished what you set out to do."

"Before you go I have some announcements. The list of those accepted to go on the mission tomorrow is done now, log in to any of the computer terminals to see if you're on it. Mr. Kerr wants to see those who are going back here after dinner for some additional training. That's all, class dismissed." The simulation ended then, and they all woke up in their pods. Moreno was quickly up and moving, making sure everyone was doing okay.

Tyler took a few moments before he got out of the pod, quite happy that the headache that came with using one of the earlier models was nowhere to be found. It was rather nice to be able to attend the simulation classes without having to bring a bottle of aspirin, he thought.

[Kershya]

The Lord of Shadow watch everything from a crystal ball.

"The shadows is where the concept of conspiracy and intrigue took form." He said.

---

"This has to be a dream." Antonio commented as he made the dull sun move across the sky by simply willing for a sunset.

"Your eminence, there are others who disagree with your authority." Peter Sanchez said to Antonio.

"Well, since this is another dream, I better make the best of it." Antonio said as he plan a way to win, thinking its another lucid dream.

---

"It is also the source of secrets and guilt." The Lord of Shadow said as memories of Antonio's past appeared from the ball. Many memories of passing by the poor, the sick, and the abandoned appeared. In him form the desire to help, but keeping it to himself, it form guilt from apathy. "He who was made from the desire of charity, has become the piece of empathy and humanity. Now to distance that axis of morality, just like the others."

---

Shade, who's controlling Antonio's body, was about to leave and check on the others, if it weren't for his roommate entering. A Tobias 'Toby' Godwinson, who can make many copies and keep a single hive mind. He's currently in a form of twins. As a slacker, he made one body to have fun, while the other goes to class. Since the two bodies share the same mind, it also acts as practice of his powers, and it made him great at multitasking.

"So how's the resident schizophrenic. Got any interesting talks with the voices?" The two said at the same time.

"I'm fine, how about you? Were you two signed up for a horror movie, McCreepy Twins?" 'Antonio' said. After a few seconds of silence, the three started to laugh.

"You know we're technically the same person." The twins both said after ending their laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, hive mind and all that. I better go and check on my class." 'Antonio' said.

"Oh, in that case, Tobias#1. Yes Tobias#2? Shouldn't you go to class as well? I thought its your turn Tobias#2." The two try to act out a skit, to which 'Antonio' interrupted.

"That's terrible. Your body language is all over the place, and that's not very convincing for two different people anyway." 'Antonio' said as he left the dorm room.

'He must have left for food earlier. Well, now that's over with, time to fool the telepath.' Shade thought as he walk to the classroom.

OOC: Tobias 'Toby' Godwinson is a student NPC and anyone can use him (that sounded like a Jenny Everywhere somehow).

[Altruistic Paladins]

When the simulation ended, Bramwell proceeded to Makoto. When he looked into the pod, he saw that she was in a stupor. Bramwell proceeded to try to find out where Joaquin was through his telepathy, but Joaquin was not in the kitchen as he thought Joaquin would be. He could not find Joaquin. Bramwell wanted to find Joaquin so as to simplify the getting Makoto to the infirmary. Due to the stupor, Makoto was rigid and mute, which made it hard for Bramwell to transport her due to a fireman's hold being impossible to initiate. Without an easy way to get Makoto to the infirmary, he walked out and tried to find somebody to help since he did not want to accidentally drop Makoto. As he exited the room, he accidentally ran into a girl in dull-green fatigues and a bandana who was looking out a window in the direction of Mars.

"Ouch, I am sorry for that," Bramwell said as he looked to see if she dropped anything, and noticed she was not carrying anything.

"I do not blame you. People stomp on grass all the time. Do not mind me," the girl said with an odd disconnected tone. The girl did not get back up, and lay in the same way she landed, still looking at Mars.

"Okay, then I am sorry about accidentally running into you. I need to go someplace else at the moment," Bramwell said as he got back up to find somebody to help move Makoto.

"Don't leave me!" the girl said in a loud fashion while before Bramwell could react, he realized he was not the station anymore. He knew he was in over his head. He was somewhere in a desert now, and he then turned back to see the girl still there. It was somewhere in Fahrenheit sixties and it was dark. His eyes had not adjusted to the dark, and could only see her silhouette and the sky.

"I need to be someplace, but I doubt it is in a desert. I need to help somebody." Bramwell said with increased worry. He was worried that he was dealing with somebody crazy.

"Good to hear, where do you need to go? Brussels? Seoul? Casablanca? Bogotá? Melbourne? Austin?" this girl said as Bramwell tried to keep track of just what happened. He guessed that it was a desert that happened to be cold judging by the ground below him.

"Okay, bring me to the simulation room again. After I specify whom, I need you to teleport me and somebody else to the station's infirmary," Bramwell said as he reappeared in the room with that girl that Bramwell considered to not be fully sane. He walked over to the pod that had Makoto in it. "Teleport me and this person." Bramwell was being careful about avoiding the usage of their names since he considered this girl insane and was trying to hold Makoto to some extent so as to prevent her from falling. They were now in the infirmary. Sure enough, Makoto fell, but her body was rigid and maintained the same position she had in the pod. "Thank you; that was at least faster than carrying her there," Bramwell said as the girl started panting.

"'Her'? Nevermind my confusion, do whatever you need to do. I can wait. I am actually quite patient." She sounded confident and self-assured. Bramwell was already confused by how her self-image had changed so quickly within less than a minute, but was more focused on getting Brayden. Brayden soon came out of the pharmacy with Benzodiazepine pills that Makoto needed and a wheel chair.

"Well, this is odd. While I understand that Makoto already has somatic hallucinations and paranoid delusions, Makoto has never gone catatonic before, lacked speech skills, or been this clumsy. For these reasons, I am proud to proclaim that I have found a new disorder. Hopefully, it is non-reocurring and temporary, so she could be back to just being dellusional and hallucinogenic within the span of a day or month Bramwell. I will start research soon, but I will call this a 'Neurological Dysfunction' while I work on this," Brayden said as Makoto was carted away for electroconvulsive therapy (ECT). He finally figured out that Joaquin was outside of the infirmary, pacing back and forth while repeating something over and over again.

"'Article 17. 1. No one shall be subjected to arbitrary or unlawful interference with his privacy, family, home or correspondence, nor to unlawful attacks on his honour and reputation. 2. Everyone has the right to the protection of the law against such interference or attacks.'" Bramwell could hear Joaquin saying that same statement over and over again. Bramwell did not pay much attention to it, and was more focused on following Makoto. Joaquin sounded stressed and potentially "off". The voice soon could not be heard, as they were now in the psychiactric ward.

Makoto's family had already given consent before she entered the school so that she may undergo such things as ECT should it be determined beneficial. Bramwell was not planning on leaving her side. Makoto was unresponsive to most of anything, and was in a sleepy daze. He checked his watch, and saw that it was 1700 hours. Bramwell wanted see if he and Makoto were accepted for the mission, but was not able to focus on that right now. Instead, he just sat in that room, waiting while they prepared Makoto for the ECT and tests.

[Xeng He]

Vika Arturovich was currently more bored than anything else. She didn't have any real classes until the administration sorted through the rest of her arrival, so that was no option. She'd already analyzed the layout of the entire station on her own, before she'd even arrived. She'd already guessed out as much of the technology of the station as she could at the library (she was still having a bit of trouble figuring out the simulations, but other than that had a lot of it down). She'd read almost everything of note in the library--in short, there was little left to do.

For a while she listened to the hums of the various pipelines and machines in the station, trying to see if she could compose a song out of them.

But then she decided she ought to meet the students. She didn't enjoy the task, but it'd be helpful for at least a period of time...

She wandered up to one of the classrooms--classes were ending, meaning students would come out, and waited.

[Mighty Asgard]

Tyler left the simulation classroom, making his way to the closest computer terminal to see if he had been accepted to go on the mission. Though he doubted that they wouldn't want to send him since he had fought in the war, real combat experience and all that, he still had to make sure. After a short walk he reached an unoccupied terminal, typed in his name, and pressed his thumb to the fingerprint scanner. The text that appeared on the screen surprised him greatly, a few words printed in red: 'Not approved for mission.' They probably thought his lack of control would make him a liability, more trouble than he was worth to bring along. They were probably right.

The disappointment had robbed him of his appetite so he decided to skip dinner and do something more productive instead, and since he felt like punching something he might as well go to the gym to train. He decided that he wasn't going to mope about and feel sorry for himself for being useless, he would put all his effort into solving the problem instead. Since most people were headed to the cafeteria to get dinner the gym was deserted, which suited him just fine. It meant he could train without fear of hurting anyone.

[Ularn]

Scott wasn't sure if the departing students had been aware of his glare as they left the classroom, or if Dom noticed when the same glare was turned on him as he told the students "Good work." Scott failed to see how either of those words could have described the clusterfuck he had just witnessed.
He allowed them half an hour for dinner, reasoning that should be enough time to check the computers, grab some food and, hopefully, for the infirmary to administer some paracetamol to that Makato brat. During that time Scott sat at one of the computers in the simulations room, making certain adjustments to the mission parameters. Dominic had given the class their cakewalk and they had cocked it up astoundingly. Hopefully presenting them with something closer to the real thing would give them their desperately needed wake-up call.
After examining the list of students approved for the mission, Scott's mood had not improved. Despite being one of the few students to have demonstrated much in the way of intelligence or ability, Tyler's name was not on the list. Instead those present included the brat pack - Bramwell and Makato - and Rachael, who could be trusted less far than you could throw her - and then you still had to keep her out of knife-range. An email of protest was already lodged in Anderson's inbox but Scott couldn't wast time bringing his concerns to the headmaster personally; he had his work cut out for him already.
Scott keyed the intercom panel built into the class' teaching desk and didn't make even the slightest effort to conceal his irritation as he spoke, "Student announcement: All students who have been selected for tomorrow's field trip, get to the Simulations Room immediately. Unless you're dead or dying, there will be no excuses for late attendance."

---

Within ten minutes, the members of the mission team were lined up at the front of the simulation room in front of the first line of pods. Scott waited until everyone was present who was likely to be, then he went to the door and locked it, so that the access panel turned a pale red. As he turned to examine the remaining students, the message of Scott's action was clear; none of you are leaving until I say so. His cold stare told them all they needed to know about what he thought about their performance in the sim, and they all looked slightly apprehensive as they waited for him to give voice to his criticisms. Hands clasped behind his back, he paced slowly up and down the line of students, eyeing each of them in turn with a clenched jaw as they awaited the inevitable storm that would succeed this false calm.
"Forget what Mr Moreno told you after that last simulation. I have exactly one word to sum up that performance," Scott said flatly and coldly and then paused for a moment, "Shite! Complete and utter pish!" Each word was clearly and separately enunciated so that there could be no confusion whatsoever as to Scott's meaning or the depth of his anger and disappointment at his charges. "I have seen my share of bad decisions in the sims; I've seen teams suffer total casualties from running in with a half-cocked bum-rush, but I have never seen anyone take twenty minutes to come up with no. plan. at all. Do you know how dumb we had to make your opponents' AI just to prevent them violating you with your own spleens in just three seconds? You sit on your arses for that long tomorrow and you are all dead. If it takes you that long to plan in a warzone then you had better be coming up with something Machiavellian in proportion, not a simple. fucking. flanking manoeuvre! And you barely even pulled that off. Two of you managed to kill a man with less-than-lethal-rounds. Congratulations; I don't think I've ever encountered the level of sheer incompetence necessary to pull off that sort of idiocy. Still, at least it was marginally more useful than when you were wasting each other's time with asinine gibberish disguised as strategy.
"Now," he concluded, breathing heavily, "You are going to get back in those pods, and we are going to do this again. And then we will do it again. And again. And again, until I'm satisfied that you stand more chance than a snowball in hell of coming back alive tomorrow, or you won't be going at all!"
His anger was almost tangible. The relaxed, approachable Mr Kerr who taught Power Ethics had clearly left the room with the other students. This was Second Lieutenant Scott "Cinder" Kerr, veteran of Kabul and Transylvania, who had taken the ineptitude of his trainees as a personal insult.
"I'm not even going to waste my time debriefing the rest of that shambles I witnessed just now," he continued, "Get in the pods. Tara, you're team leader this run, and this time, you're hunting me!"

---

It was after midnight when Scott finally let the students stumble off to their beds with orders to be in the hangar by half-past six in the morning or miss the shuttle. He was no happier than he'd been a few hours ago but at least now he was satisfied that they might not all die in the morning.
The first few sims had gone as badly as the first one - worse, actually, since Scott had been less patient than John Doe and used the time the students spent planning to sneak up on them to where he could box them in with firewalls and incinerate them en masse.
Eventually the class realised they could not sit still, but still couldn't put together a plan. As they scattered disorganised into the simulated rendering of Kildare Scott hunted each student or group down and incinerated them en masse.
It was around the fifth simulation that the students, tired, angry and frustrated with their repeated annihilation, finally started to band together. Though they were actually wiped out faster in that attempt, it was only because Scott didn't have to spend as log hunting down stragglers and when everyone emerged from the pods for debriefing his expression had softened and his comments were not so universally negative. From then on things had got steadilly better until finally, despite seventy-percent casualties from the students, one of them managed to sneak up behind Scott and tag him with a tranq dart to the back of the neck. "You can go back to your dorms now," Scott said, smiling as he unlocked the classroom door, "Be in the hangar for six-thirty. Good work,"
Before going to bed, Scott removed his suit from the wardrobe in his room and hung it from a hook by his door. Then he undressed, climbed into bed and, with the ease born of practice, was asleep immediately. By six-thirty he was striding, armoured suit worn beneath his own school combat fatigues, through the doors of the hangar bay.

[Nakarisaune]

Rachael, after waking up in the infirmary, had bullshitted her way out with some excuse or other. Thankfully, it didn't seem like whoever had sewn up her wrist had noticed the cuts lying across her calf, or at least they hadn't been treated. Hopefully, the one on her wrist didn't look too suspicious either, or they'd just thought that bitch had done it.
She managed to reach the continued training in time, though slightly annoyed that wounds carried over to the virtual bodies. The slight limp had slowed her down a bit, though that was made up for by the simulation being rather close-to-life. She was the only one there who'd ever been in Kildare, she expected, so she already knew some of the best hiding and vantage points. Something they'd missed out was a second fire maniac, but she didn't mind less incineration. It hurt.
After that was finally over, Rachael had gone back to her dorm, the anticipation stopping her from sleeping.
This morning, her alarm had been set to go off at half five, giving her plenty of time to shower, dress, vent some frustration at a nearby wall, and get down to the hangar in time. She'd arrived early, hoping for a sabotage opportunity, but there hadn't been one, so she'd just leant on the wall staring aimlessly into space, trying to formulate ways to disguise murders as accidents.

[Xeng He]

Vika did get a tad of her interaction, but as it turned out there was something that was a bit more important. At least in the incredibly short term.

There was most definitely some sort of yelling going on in the simulation room. In fact, as she got closer, she could even tell what was being said, though it was getting a tad painful to listen as things progressed. So she went and did what she'd have to anyway--check up on her classes, which as it turned out, included that one at 6:30.

This was going to be interesting...

She made a mental note to get to Scott's staff dorm early--say, 6:15--and give herself maybe 5 minutes with which she could ask a few questions. He might not answer them, of course, but...it was worth a shot.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

After the simulation was done, Sarah was glad that the simulations no longer caused headaches like they did previously. When the class was dismissed, she wasn't exactly convinced by Dominic's words, but she decided not to think about that anymore and went to the cafeteria instead, to get dinner. After that, she went to her room to practice a bit with her powers, although she couldn't do much to practice with her blood control, given she didn't have someone or something to practice it on. Eventually, she became tired and went to sleep, wondering what was in store for those who choose not to go on the mission.

---

Once the simluation was over, Raymond, knowing that Kerr wanted them back after dinner, quickly reached the cafeteria. He then checked on that terminal whether or not he was on the list of the people that were accepted on the mission. His hopes weren't exactly high, but he figured that while he hadn't been exactly useful, he hadn't had the chance to show much incompetence, either. Finally he saw that he was on the accepted list. While this was something positive, it also meant he had to hurry up eating dinner, which was exactly what he did. Once done, he headed right back to the simulation room.

After the simulation runs were done, it was past midnight, and Raymond had very little energy left. The constant incineration was bad at first, but he pretty much expected it to happen at some point or another in the latter runs, regardless of how well or how poorly he did. He simply hoped that they wouldn't run into Kerr's evil twin on the mission.

With his little remaining energy, he headed to his bedroom and went to sleep. He woke up at five thirty, which gave him more than enough time to prepare for the mission. Soon enough, he was more than ready. Before leaving his room, he looked one last time at the photography he always kept with him.

"I'm not going to die and leave you by yourself." He thought to himself, before heading towards the hangar bay.

[Ularn]

Scott had risen at six, well aware of how long it would take him to get showered and dressed. When he left the teachers' quarters around fifteen minutes later, hair still a little damp and still fastening the belt of his fatigues he found himself facing one of the students who, judging from her expression, had been waiting for him.
"Can we walk and talk?" Scott asked her as he moved towards the stairs.

[Xeng He]

Scott had risen at six, well aware of how long it would take him to get showered and dressed. When he left the teachers' quarters around fifteen minutes later, hair still a little damp and still fastening the belt of his fatigues he found himself facing one of the students who, judging from her expression, had been waiting for him.
"Can we walk and talk?" Scott asked her as he moved towards the stairs.

"Of course." Vika answered. "I assumed we would, in fact."

She started off when Scott did, and then began. "So, as I assume you already know, I've been assigned to join your class for simulation training, so I've decided it was probably a good idea to ask you a bit about whom I'm joining. Could you tell me anything about the other students?"

[Ularn]

As Scott's combat boots thudded down the stairs he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose to clear sleep from his eyes. "Sorry," he said, a little groggily, "I teach Power Ethics, not Simulations. You want to talk to Mr Moreno about the Sims class,"
Although he didn't want to come across as dismissive to the student, he worried that might have been the result. The thing was, right now he was distracted by having only just woken up and needing to get down to the hangar bay on time.

[Altruistic Paladins]

By now, the electroconvulsive therapy started. They induced theraputic clone seizures that last 15 seconds within Makoto to help end her stupor. Science was still confused as to how seizures actually helped catatonia, but the science showed that it worked. Makoto had been given anesthetics before the treatment was started. Now that the seizure had started, Makoto had gone unconcious and was convulsing. Makoto and Bramwell were still in communication during the entirety of this, and so Makoto knew how Bramwell felt during his cardiac arrest. After the seizure had ended, Makoto's stupor was gone. At the very least, the next twenty three hours could be spent with some motor functions still intact. Even with the stupor ended, Makoto would have to deal with hallucinations, delusions, incoherent speech, and impaired motor functions. Even though Makoto had been previously cleared for the mission, Brayden revised the roster in response so that Makoto would not go.

When Makoto and Bramwell left the psychiactric ward, Brayden said that Makoto would need somebody to help her for the next twenty three hours or more of symptoms. Bramwell had remembered that the worst was when Makoto had symptoms for an entire month. For this reason, Brayden had assigned somebody to assist Makoto for the amount of time needed for the symptoms to end. Even though Bramwell was expecting a normal psychiactric nurse, he became surprised when they saw who it was.

"Hello Doctor Moreau. I got the care instructions from Doctor Segura you wanted and the wheelchair," the girl in fatigues said in a professional tone as she walked into the room. Bramwell and Makoto were surprised considering how she was acting like a different person all over again.

"Good, this is your patient. Makoto Miyamoto is the patient's name. Makoto, she is a volunteer. Until your symptoms end, you will share a room with Miss Bertrand, as she can better keep an eye on you there than in your room. I hope your symptoms only last for twenty four hours instead of a full month. Good day, and I hope I will not have to run more electro-convulsive therapy until then." Doctor Moreau said in a serious tone that only confused Bramwell more. He was almost questioning whether the doctor had eye problems and was mistaking a student for a psychiactric nurse. He was worried that this person was going to go ballistic once they got out of the infirmary before they could even reach the cafeteria.

"While Doctor Moreau may have introduced Makoto's name, he did not mention your name. So, may I ask what your name is?" the girl asked nicely. Bramwell and Makoto were on edge at the thought that the Doctor could be absent-minded enough to have a student run care of a patient.

"Bramwell Smith is my name. May I ask who you are?" Bramwell asked somewhat questioningly.

"I am just a statistic. I am nobody of importance," suddenly, they were no longer in the station, and were in Austin, Texas. "Since I am aware that Mister Kerr can be quite vengeful, my condolences go out to you. Dinner is on me. I'd recommend Bramwell finish in less than twenty minutes considering how spiteful Mister Kerr can be," the girl had somehow managed to go from somewhat depressed to ourtright cheerful in a short amount of time.

"I am sorry, but I need to be back on the station. If I would place bets on Mr. Kerr, he will go ballistic after thirty minutes," Bramwell said.

"No, just no. I do not want you to leave me or such a wierd and wonderful city just yet. Enjoy some dinner before he can deliver sleep deprivation unto you," Bramwell and Makoto were left dumbfounded, and were trying to go along with this insanity and hoping she would not have Bramwell be late because of a crispy gulf red snapper grilled over oak. Oddly, the when it reached the one minute point from when Bramwell estimated that Scott would go ballistic, she teleported him to the station on time, with prior warning, and did not try to hold him hostage in Austin, Texas or someplace else.

The whiplash of the volunteer's uneasy to recieve, if ultimately nice, treatment of Bramwell and Makoto made the mood whiplash all the more appearent to Bramwell when Scott Kerr went ballistic. Bramwell just went along with the berrating, but his training meant that he would not consider Scott at fault, no matter how much Makoto was angrily muttering a bunch of words that could be molded into a rebuttal for that. Makoto thought that Scott would have been at fault if he had access to the resources to explain the nature of the ammunition being used when training , but just did not care to read it, or the company that made the rounds should they have not factored the possibility of multiple discharges of the less-than-lethal ammunition being capable of killing people. Either way, Bramwell was just stomaching it despite how much he may have agreed with Makoto, even if Makoto would have liked to put a pile of papers down that included every report of people dying by products of "non-lethal weapons" invented by TASER International as evidence of just how arrogant she percieved it to assume that a weapon being called "non-lethal" somehow excuses giving proper information to the users in the proper usage of that weapon.

When the training began with the statement that Tara was to be the team leader for the first run, he saw an opportunity to be made from the loss. He decided to become the smallest target possible by avoiding taking part in the arguements. During the unlucky times when he was team leader, the attempts to post look-outs and spread out failed to materialize in time to stop Scott from taking advantage of "Video Game Cruelty Potential".

It became clear to Bramwell the first time Scott had lain a hit on him that he realized a major advantage he had over everyone else. The pain the simulation gave to people did not affect him. The pain failed because of the reason that Bramwell could not ignore sensory information, and so sensory information that clearly contradicted the electric shocks everybody else registered as pain. For this reason, even when he was on fire, he moved as though nothing was wrong and Could charge Scott while on fire. To be technical, it would take six straight hours of his skull being on fire for his brain cells to be destroyed by the fire, so he could have regenerated back, though his regeneration was slow enough that it was doubtful anybody wanted to wait a few months for his burns to heal. Bramwell's problem was the possibility of falling asleep. Makoto, still with that volunteer in the fatigues, decided to stay up alongside Bramwell and play fast and upbeat music so as to help him stay awake. Makoto was helping Bramwell get the motivation to push forward.

By the time Scott had declared it finished, Bramwell was tired. For some reason, Bramwell did not hate Scott. Even though Makoto had already been planning a speech to make to Scott once she regained the ability to talk in an organized fashion, Bramwell could not hate him. Even if Bramwell just was not the type of person to speak out against a drill instructor. Even if Makoto's father had been a drill instructor and had served under various drill instructors before, something seperated Scott from the rest that made Makoto incapable of liking him. The reason was that the other drill instructors always gave them full instruction on the usage of less-than-lethal weapons and even used on them and cited instances where people had been killed by the less-than-lethal weapons in question to instill a deep respect for them and a care in the usage of them. Scott simply did not bother to give them any instruction on the usage of them, and their lack of training with that type of non-lethal weapon caused a casualty. Either way, Bramwell went back to his room. Makoto was not in her old room, as Doctor Brayden had made her transfer to that volunteer's room due to the ciurcumstances. The two had an odd sleep schedule, as it worked on a principle of getting thirty minutes of sleep every four hours four times.

The two were going through their morning routine. Due to the minimum twenty-four hours still not having ended, Makoto needed assistance from the volunteer. Their morning routine was ongoing, and they found it odd just how early Scott expected them to be awake. While Makoto did not need to be anywhere, and would be staying on the station, Bramwell would be going into a place he was probably to have to worry about. The duo had now completed their morning, and were waiting for the call for the approved to leave.

[Procastitania]

Declan yawned sleepily as he awoke, but immediately stood up and felt well-rested. He had chosen a seemingly unoccupied dorm for his bed,decide rot after following Roxanne's sister, Rachael to the infirmary. His schedule hadn't quite been decided yet until that morning so there was nothing for him to do.

Declan had heard about a mission list, but he wasn't planning on checking it. If he felt like helping, he could always sneak on. He headed straight for breakfast after a quick shower since he had skipped dinner.

[Kershya]

The time 'Antonio' was in the simulation at the next number of times, he deliberately weaken himself, using only the smoke balls. He need to act like there's nothing wrong, that the improvement of his powers at the first one was just luck. Even if he became much more powerful at controlling his power over the shadows. One needs a mask to protect themselves from others.

He could practically taste the negative emotions coming from the others. How much they hated, how much they resented, it was like coming to a candy store where all the candy are free of charge. Careful not to take too much, he absorbed some emotions coming from the others. After the final simulation, he go to the dorm room and act that he's sleeping, shadows never need sleep.

It is morning when 'Antonio' is relaxing, sitting in an Indian pose on his bed, holding a bag of smoke balls, he pull one out and ate it, simply making it melt in his mouth. Shade needs a different way to sustain himself, other than taking a piece of Antonio, so he develop a way to feed on emotions. He became a living anesthetic, a calmer of people. He tasted the concentrated pain, and how sour and tangy the pain is, like a citrus mix of orange, lemon, and lime. He tasted the concentrated fear, and how bitter it was. The salty sadness, and the spicy anger, he has to be careful about running out, but he could replenish it by going to hospitals, morgues, and funerals, and take the emotions from there.

While he's calm and peaceful, he has to remember the reason why he made them chose to join the mission. Its not the history, or the architecture, or the culture, but a book, a book the Lord of Shadow place somewhere in the Kildare library or archives. Its importance is everything, for in it is the key of saving Antonio. How or why the book is there, he doesn't know, but he suspect of a plan made by the Lord of Shadow to toy with him.

[Mighty Asgard]

Dominic
Dominic strode into hangar bay one, wearing the combat gear used by the teachers, which was virtually identical to what the students used except for some insignias and such. Quite a few students had dropped off from the mission roster after Scott's training, and his harsh words. It was probably for the best though, hurt feelings were easier to mend than broken bones after all. And it was their duty as teachers and commanders to ensure that all the students got through the mission alive and, preferably, unharmed.

Scott was of course the main commander of the whole operation, which Dominic had no problem with, despite being almost twice his age. The young man was quite a skilled tactician, from what he had heard, so he had full confidence that the mission would be a success.

Due to his experience in organizing a resistance during the war the headmaster had appointed him as a group leader, which meant that he would lead one of the two assault groups while Scott would be directly in charge of the other. It struck him as a bit odd that he would be chosen over one of the more experienced military men available, but he assumed that Anderson had good reason for choosing him. In any case it was clear that Anderson trusted more in Scott's abilities as leader than his, just by looking at the groups they would be commanding. Scott would take command of the more troublesome group, mostly composed of students from one particular class, while he himself would take command of some of the Academy's top students. He rather suspected that they would be able to follow Scott's instructions on their own, but it was his job to make sure that none of them got hurt and he wasn't about to relax until he had done that and they were all safely back on the station.

[Northern Dominus]

Dominic

Dominic strode into hangar bay one, wearing the combat gear used by the teachers, which was virtually identical to what the students used except for some insignias and such. Quite a few students had dropped off from the mission roster after Scott's training, and his harsh words. It was probably for the best though, hurt feelings were easier to mend than broken bones after all. And it was their duty as teachers and commanders to ensure that all the students got through the mission alive and, preferably, unharmed.

Scott was of course the main commander of the whole operation, which Dominic had no problem with, despite being almost twice his age. The young man was quite a skilled tactician, from what he had heard, so he had full confidence that the mission would be a success.

Due to his experience in organizing a resistance during the war the headmaster had appointed him as a group leader, which meant that he would lead one of the two assault groups while Scott would be directly in charge of the other. It struck him as a bit odd that he would be chosen over one of the more experienced military men available, but he assumed that Anderson had good reason for choosing him. In any case it was clear that Anderson trusted more in Scott's abilities as leader than his, just by looking at the groups they would be commanding. Scott would take command of the more troublesome group, mostly composed of students from one particular class, while he himself would take command of some of the Academy's top students. He rather suspected that they would be able to follow Scott's instructions on their own, but it was his job to make sure that none of them got hurt and he wasn't about to relax until he had done that and they were all safely back on the station.

More than a few steps behind Dominic, Burton Malik walked in wearing his own personal combat gear. Slung behinds his hips was a rather unique looking carbine, and in a scabbard across his back the handle to a very functional blade stuck out just far enough to be grabbed rather quickly. Nodding to Dominic before leaning the rifle against a wall and starting to adjust some of the inner workings of the helmets while talking with the other instructor.

"I see they assigned you to the mission as well Mr. Moreno. Was Anderson just as vague about your role as he was with me? Other than being told to don mission gear, grab weapons and be in the shuttle bay I have no further inkling as to what my role in this mission is exactly. Which is fine when coming up with a lesson plan, but quite another when dangerous assignments and juveniles are concerned."

[Mighty Asgard]

"I see they assigned you to the mission as well Mr. Moreno. Was Anderson just as vague about your role as he was with me? Other than being told to don mission gear, grab weapons and be in the shuttle bay I have no further inkling as to what my role in this mission is exactly. Which is fine when coming up with a lesson plan, but quite another when dangerous assignments and juveniles are concerned."

Dominic turned to face Burton, quite impressed by his advanced gear. "To be honest, I think we are mostly glorified chaperones," he chuckled, "Scott Kerr handles the planning of the mission so our job will just be making sure the students don't get hurt or do anything stupid. Maybe he has something else in mind for you though, I don't know. He should be coming here soon though, so you can ask him then."

[Xeng He]

As Scott's combat boots thudded down the stairs he sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose to clear sleep from his eyes. "Sorry," he said, a little groggily, "I teach Power Ethics, not Simulations. You want to talk to Mr Moreno about the Sims class,"
Although he didn't want to come across as dismissive to the student, he worried that might have been the result. The thing was, right now he was distracted by having only just woken up and needing to get down to the hangar bay on time.

Vika sighed. As she'd worried, fatigue would prevail over the arrangement of things in the current simulation. She also realized (and mentally slapped herself upon doing so) that she should've gotten up earlier--coffee might have sped his responses up.

"Well, I suppose I can ask later, for your review. You did review the students' performance, yes?"