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Postby Corrian » Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:03 pm

Both Cassie and Caitlin nodded to the idea of following Tyler, since he said he knew the way. Both of them didn't exactly know the way, so anyone who knew the slightest bit of directions to where they were going was better then nothing. They both proceeded to jog after him. They weren't the quickest, especially Cassie, but they weren't exactly slow either. All they knew is they wanted to avoid this "Midget' at all costs. But due to Cassie's injuries from the car accident, her leg still tended to hurt and cramp up, even though the accident was months back. It was likely one of those injuries that would likely trouble her for a very long time, if not for the rest of her entire life. But it only bothered her here and there, and she hadn't really had the chance to give it a chance with running, so she was a little concerned. They both kept up with Tyler well enough when he looked behind to them that they were fairly close to him, and when he turned around, they didn't feel a real need to stop running, and continued.

Cassie didn't really notice much related to the midget because she was busy focusing on the task of running, but Caitlin had glanced behind with Tyler. Her only response was "Oh shit", and she managed to start running even faster, surprisingly for her. She knew that once she stopped, her breathing would be very heavy and there was even the possibility she might collapse from exhaustion at this rate. She had practiced running, but not this fast. If anything, she seemed more worried about Cassie then anything, since she was clearly not as fast as pretty much all of them. "So much for him being a midget!" Caitlin shouted as they ran, pretty much right after Tyler said "Hurry up!". Cassie nodded, and was truly scared again, but kept her pace up as well as possible.

"One thing I hate about giants....THEY CAN FREAKING GAIN ON YOU WITH LITTLE EFFORT!" Caitlin shouted again as they ran, and were approaching the helicopter. In a lot of movies, it was acknowledged that giants could gain on you without really trying, because each foot step of theirs took up about as much distance as you had just ran, without them even running themselves. If the giants ran well, it was much more likely you'd be smooshed into flat pancakes then getting away safely. And Caitlin had watched her fair share of movies.

Cassie hesitated for a second at the idea of Tyler staying behind, tempted to grab him and drag him along, but decided to take his word for it and kept heading off to the helicopter. So did Caitlin, obviously. And eventually they all got to the helicopter safely as well. From the 'safety' of the helicopter, they watched what Tyler did, and seemed thoroughly impressed. It was obviously a good technique at stopping the big ass 'midget', and it at least delayed him enough for them to hopefully get out of here alive.

"Good job!" Caitlin enthusiastically cheered Tyler, patting him on the shoulder. Until her happy, cheery successful tone suddenly changed to a look of "Oh shit" when she realized the 'midget' had recovered that damn quickly. She was tempted to shout at the helicopter pilot to take off, but it was already taking off by the time she was about to say that, and she didn't really want to look like a complete fool by shouting at a helicopter pilot to take off that was taking off. But when they barely escaped doom, Caitlin cheered again, and Cassie just silently sat there smiling at their success, though she had a clear look of distaste at how loud the friggen helicopter was without any real protection from the sounds. She did let out a sigh of relief that they made it.

Right as the simulation faded back into the white room, and the teacher was there. She expected a 'beat down' from the teacher in words, due to their mostly failure. She didn't really feel like she was part of the failure itself, but she didn't feel like she exactly helped by not saying anything and letting everyone argue and bicker, and blabber about unimportant things instead of just saying "Just up and make a plan!", but she didn't feel absolutely terrible about their mostly failure to do it properly. Neither did Caitlin, though she had similar thoughts to Cassie. Cassie was actually slightly worried that the teacher might actually give them a real beating, but then shook her head and realized that this wasn't home, and her parents were dead and were no longer able to beat her down for her failures. Literally. Heck, her father did it with a mixture of words and physical pain, and they were terrible memories. Her mom was just as useless as ever.

Caitlin smiled slightly for some unknown reason to everybody else. She was proud of herself for not really wandering off on random unimportant speeches while on the mission, and mostly staying focused on a plan when she actually spoke up and added her '2 cents'. But she was disappointed at herself for not speaking up as much as she probably should of, like Cassie was. Cassie's problem was just being shy, though. She had no excuse herself. They both nodded to the rest of what he said, understanding what he was saying and pleased that he accepted them running.

Once the simulation ended, Caitlin and Cassie both hopped out of their pods, and Cassie rubbed her head absentmindedly. Caitlin was obviously going to see if she was accepted for the mission, but Cassie wasn't, because she had never signed up in the first place. If she was on the list for some unknown reason, she would definitely have something to say so someone, because that was the last thing she wanted to do right now, was go on a mission.

Both Cassie and Caitlin knew that Scott was glaring at them for their over all failure. Cassie however was thankful that she wouldn't have to return for a likely 'beat down' from Scott with words. She really didn't want that either, because she had endured that enough in her short life span from her dad, pretty much in the last couple of years alone. Even for the stupidest and smallest of things she did 'wrong'. For her, she would just move on to something else, and likely finish up some writing and then go to bed. Caitlin on the other hand, knew she would be back, and honestly didn't mind the fact she would be back one bit. She knew she needed more training, and was completely up to coming back for more training, despite the fact she knew it would be rough.

Cassie had gone straight to her room, skipping dinner, while Caitlin checked to see if she was on the mission and to eat. To her excitement, she had made it on the mission. But to her disappointment, she noticed it seemed like Tyler didn't, which she really didn't understand at all. He was sort of the guy who saved their ass after all, so she felt it was a little wrong why he didn't get to go on the mission. But she was trying to be quick, so she couldn't talk to him about it, and just went over and got some food, and ate it rather quickly.

Caitlin had literally finished her 'meal' the instant they were all called back to the simulation room. She knew that a big mouthful was likely to come, and a lot of training. Which, strangely, didn't bother her all that much. Especially the last part. More training was good in her mind, especially for a mission that was a day away. So she quickly hopped up and headed off towards the simulation room, arriving rather quickly. By now, Cassie was relaxing in her room and writing more of her stories at a casual, slow pace while looking up various things on the internet.

Caitlin knew all too well what was going on. That they wouldn't be able to leave, which again, strangely didn't bother her. The fact he was about to bombard them with criticisms, and the fact he was acting very, well, much like a Commander or Sergeant. She had seen plenty of war movies and such that 'taught' her about how people acted when in authority sometimes. Based on some movies though, she expected he would lay off the bombardment of swearing on the students. Sure, students swore enough themselves that it wasn't a big deal. But if this place was as censoring as the United States of America seemed to like to be, he would forbid too much swearing, despite the fact there was plenty of swearing in schools every day.

And boy was she right on her thoughts of what was about to take place with him acting like some angry Sergeant, because he definitely was disappointed with them and angry, and rightfully so in her opinion. She didn't exactly add much to the plan herself, and just more listened to them argue for a while. And talk nonsense. Strangely enough, despite the seriousness of what Scott was telling them, she was having a hard time not laughing. She agreed with everything he was saying, but still had a hard time not laughing. Based on what she knew of Cassie and how she reacted to certain things, she was honestly happy that Cassie wasn't here for the bombardment from Scott, because it might hurt her feelings more then he intended it to, since Cassie seemed sensitive about these things. If she knew what the poor girl went through, she would likely understand as well.

Caitlin nodded in understanding, and smiled slightly at the idea of practicing the simulation over and over again, to make sure they were 'pitch perfect'. "Sounds reasonable and like a plan to me" She said, clearly not minding at all about doing it over and over again, even though she knew it would be very tiresome after a while. With that over with, she instantly got into the pod when Scott told them to, because she was interested in getting back in, and definitely interested in seeing what fighting Scott instead was like. She bet some of the Vigilante's here who were stupid probably just liked the idea of killing Scott, even if it was in a simulation.

One time during the long training in the simulation, she had managed to phase when he started to incinerate all the students around her, avoiding getting burned.....At first. In the end, she got incinerated anyway, once her phasing faded off. It only worked for so long, and she couldn't just sit there in phase mode for minutes and minutes on end. It was only really used for going through solid objects briefly, not long-lasting pretending to be invincible ability. At least this early in her training of it, that is.

Caitlin was pleasantly surprised with her improvements over the duration of the simulations, and the group itself. Yes, she was tired, and yes, she had gotten frustrated a few times as well. But in the end, all the training was well worth it and needed, and she was thankful for it. Surprisingly she didn't seem to ever really get that angry during the whole duration of the simulations, and went along with getting incinerated repeatedly. Death in a simulation was the best way to learn after all. When they were told they could go to bed and to wake up in about 6 hours, that was exactly what she did . She didn't even change out of her likely now stinky clothes, if what you did in the simulation managed to surpass to you in real life. All she did was instantly plop down on her bed and fall asleep. Cassie had fallen asleep long ago now, likely being very thankful she didn't go on the mission.

Caitlin had gotten up even earlier then told, at exactly 6 AM. She quickly showered, brushed her teeth, and changed into some clean clothes, along with her costume that she had brought with her that she had never worn yet. Little did she know that she wouldn't be allowed to wear it, and would have to change once she got to the Docking Bay. She wanted an opportunity to wear it on a mission, but this was clearly not her opportunity right now.

Cassie had also gotten up around that time, but not on her own will. She had jolted awake due to a very vivid and bad nightmare. A almost-perfect replica of the crash she had been in a few months back, something she really preferred not to have vivid nightmares of. Due to this nightmare, she had woken up, and instantly started crying at the memory. It would haunt her for a long time, especially what caused it. She knew that she couldn't fall back asleep, and just got up and did the typical morning things, and trying to make this bad start of the day not feel so gloomy.

Caitlin headed off to the docking bay the instant she was all dressed and ready, and got there around the same time as a good chunk of the students. She seemed more nervous then yesterday in the simulation, because there was a big difference to getting fried repeatedly in a simulation and the real thing. But at the same time, she was remaining much calmer then Cassie would be reacting right now if she had chosen to come. When she heard something about them having outfits already and that was what they were supposed to wear, she could of easily been the student who whined about it. Though, she wasn't really vocal about her whining, just complaining in her head. So she did what was required of her, and changed into her uniform reluctantly.

Cassie had eventually wandered off to the Cafeteria, looking rather solemn today. She went straight to some food, being quite hungry and all because of her lack of eating last night, and grabbed a bunch of assortment of food. With her food done, she went over to Tyler's table, noticing he seemed a little down as well. She went over to his table because she knew him from the simulation, and felt like talking to someone she knew better. She could use a good talking with someone right now as well. But she wasn't going to be rude and just sit down without permission, so she asked, "May I sit down here?", in a quiet, shy sounding voice. It also sounded like she might of been slightly upset as well, but it was hard to tell.

Once Caitlin was done changing and everything, she got back out to see everyone else getting ready to head into the shuttle. So she decided it was time to do the same, and followed them all in. Once she was in, she sat down somewhere in the shuttle, and awaited the ride and whatever was going to be told to them. She looked forward to the trip, but at the same time was clearly more nervous then she was yesterday during the simulation. No matter how prepared you felt you were, nothing could prepare you for the real thing, that could easily involve a student dieing, or you dieing yourself. But she pushed those thoughts back, and focused on what was about ready to take place instead of making things worse on herself.
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Postby Mighty Asgard » Sat Jul 07, 2012 6:42 am

Corrian wrote:Cassie had eventually wandered off to the Cafeteria, looking rather solemn today. She went straight to some food, being quite hungry and all because of her lack of eating last night, and grabbed a bunch of assortment of food. With her food done, she went over to Tyler's table, noticing he seemed a little down as well. She went over to his table because she knew him from the simulation, and felt like talking to someone she knew better. She could use a good talking with someone right now as well. But she wasn't going to be rude and just sit down without permission, so she asked, "May I sit down here?", in a quiet, shy sounding voice. It also sounded like she might of been slightly upset as well, but it was hard to tell.

Tyler looked up when someone asked if they could sit down and saw that it was Cassie, the shy girl from his class. "Of course," he answered, trying his best to sound friendly even though he was in a bad mood. Not that he really felt like talking to anyone, he had even ignored the other kid who sat down at the table, but he didn't want to make her feel unwelcome. She seemed to have enough trouble with her shyness as it was, and he didn't want to make it worse by acting like a prick when she tried to be social.

"So you're not going on the mission either?" he asked after she had taken a seat.

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Postby Northern Dominus » Sat Jul 07, 2012 10:34 am

As he ran through pre-flight checks after storing his helmet and more bulky weapons in a cabin locker the back of Burtons' brain still tingled. Obviously he had reservations about sending teenagers out to perform highly risky and sensitive missions, even basic smash-and-grabs like this one, but something about Scott's briefing was lacking much sense.

As he finished preflight testing and checks he activated the comms panel and flipped over to the frequency that docking control used.
"Docking control, this is Whitebird 2-6, all preflight checks are complete and green, awaiting clearance for departure."

While he waited for docking control to figure things out on their end he took out his smart phone and sent a message back in the cabin to Dominic. He doubted he was the only one with the hunch he had, however making accusations wasn't going to help things either. So an SMS was in order.
Is it just me or is Scott holding something back, something that could make things difficult for us later on?
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Postby Stattr » Sat Jul 07, 2012 10:39 am

Selina sat silently, looking at everyone and then back to her hands. She heard Burton checking everything and making sure it worked. She sighed and reluctantly took out her gizmo and played with it. Tossing it back and forth in her hands. Every time it went out of her hands it would come wizzing back around and into her hand and she would continue. it was a rhythem that she liked so she kept it up and occasionally changing the speed.

She eventually stopped though and went back to just staring at the floor or wall. Not saying anything and not greeting anyone.
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Postby Nakarisaune » Sat Jul 07, 2012 5:45 pm

Finally, they were told to get on the shuttle. Rachael had been waiting for about half an hour in the hangar since 6, and not many others had been waiting that long. Not that she'd had anything else to do. Sleeping was boring, and she didn't do it much anyway. She was a little surprised that the knight wannabe wasn't there earlier, and didn't look too enthusiastic about the whole thing; although he was probably just exhausted from obsessive armour-polishing.

She climbed into the shuttle, striding along the rows of seats that almost resembled an aeroplane's seating plan. The packs seemed to be in alphabetical order, and it wasn't hard to find the one marked as "Rachael Redwood". A long queue was going to start forming for the pair of toilet cubicles soon, and Rachael was not keen on the idea of anyone seeing her anywhere near undressed. She grabbed the pack and pushed her way to the only two spots of privacy in the shuttle.

Once changed into the slightly-too-baggy camouflage, she headed back to her seat, picked the gun up and started examining it.
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Postby Mighty Asgard » Sun Jul 08, 2012 3:25 am

Northern Dominus wrote:Is it just me or is Scott holding something back, something that could make things difficult for us later on?

Dominic noticed his phone vibrate and fished it out of his pocket. Burton had sent him a message about Scott, talking of his suspicion that Scott was hiding something. Dominic had to agree that he had acted a little odd, and leaving the mission just to go get an old student seemed strange as well. Of course it was possible that the student was an old friend of Scott's, since he had been a student himself not long ago, and he was simply worried about them getting hurt. In any case Scott didn't seem the type to do anything that would endanger the students or his colleagues, so there was probably nothing to be worried about.

He quickly messaged back.
I think hes friends with the person he wants to pick up, worried about them getting hurt. Its nothing to worry about i think.

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Postby Altruistic Paladins » Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:24 am

Bramwell and Makoto

Bramwell had an odd amount of preparedness to what he was doing that made him stand-out. The main reason this was noticeable was because he was wearing the utility uniform that was being used for the mission already. Oddly, Bramwell had a lot of utility uniforms from various nations and branches of those nations' militaries, which suggested that Bramwell may just be a geek when it comes to military science or a person that wanted to join a military at some point. Presumably, Bramwell asked Joaquin about the type of uniform that was due for usage on the mission.

Back with Makoto, she was on edge. While her worries were about the safety of the assigned people, Makoto was getting a whole new worry. The reason why she was becoming fearful was that "volunteer" was something of a knife-nut. Just how was she a knife nut? She had a steak knife that she used to cut objects into slices with a speed that only made Makoto worry more about the potential insanity of the volunteer. With just the paranoia about the volunteer, Makoto asked Bramwell over the telepathic link to make a "Journey to the Center of the Mind". Bramwell obliged Makoto's request, and so prepared to make this feat. He purposefully set himself up to look as though he was sleeping so nobody would disturb him. He chose what form he would have in the volunteer's mind for the first trip, and then he proceeded to enter.

Bramwell soon came to his senses lying down on the ground outside of a gate that reminded him of those at military bases. The sky was overcast with nimbus clouds, and the place was somewhat cool. The place seemed to be humid sub-tropical, and had deciduous trees. He proceeded toward the gates seeing as to how they were the best place to look for the first stop in this look into the volunteer's psychology. He walked up to the gates in clothes he would traditionally wear on a more casual day, which was a black-and-blue tracksuit. When he got to the gate, he heard a click.

"Get on the ground and show me your I.D.!" a voice that Bramwell could identify was the volunteer yelled. Not feeling as if getting ejected out of the mind less than a minute after he entered was a good idea, Bramwell did as she said. "Okay, you are cleared to enter Fort Bertrand. Please let me guide you around the place," the voice said in an oddly calm tone. Bramwell could at least think that this may end well. When he finally got up, he saw that the archetype was wearing a woodland Marine Corps Combat Utility Uniform, woodland Lightweight Helmet, and Modular Tactical Vest. Bramwell could recognize the archetypal image of a warrior, but he could not identify yet what archetype the warrior was.

"Just in case you cannot read the name-tags for any reason, I am Sakura Bertrand. Walk this way, and please do not step on the grass." As they passed the gate, Bramwell could see that the space of Fort Bertrand was largely empty, and had large spaces between buildings. The hills had interrupted his view, so he could not tell if the entire "Mental World" was the way Fort Bucha was. After some walking, he was introduced to the gray barracks that he could identify the only person who lived in it was this archetype. He was also introduced to a mess hall, armory, brig, arsenal, and, most importantly, training grounds. From what he could see they were made up obstacle courses, shooting ranges, pools, and other amenities. He had noticed several odd structures for which she did not introduce him. One was something that was surrounded by barricades, lights, and police lines that made it hard for Bramwell to pick out any details of whatever that was. The other was a colossal and intimidating-yet-stately Victorian manor that was surrounded by gardens and an intimidating iron fence.

"So, this place is pretty nice. Since I am here, why did you not introduce me to those buildings over there?" Bramwell said as he pointed to the manor and the barricades.

"I...I am sorry. I...I...do not understand what you are asking about," Sakura's archetype said.

"Well then, may I ask what is outside of this base?"

"Huh, okay then. When I said do not walk on the grass, I meant it especially when talking about the outside of this base. We slash and burn the fields on a frequent basis, and I would hate for another brat to burn up."

"There have been more people here? Why did you not say anything?"

"No, no, no! What I meant was that I refer to myself as a military brat. I am not saying that somebody else has burned up here or been immolated or anything else like that. I would hate for somebody I actually like to be burned alive."

"Okay, so the grass is occasionally on fire. I will have to keep that in mind. I really should be asking why the grass is on fire, but that would be too many questions for now,” Bramwell said as he was dragged to the obstacle course by Sakura's archetype. He could not fully understand what was going on just yet, but he intended to work on it. He wanted to see just what was being hidden.
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Postby Corrian » Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:49 am

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Corrian wrote:Cassie had eventually wandered off to the Cafeteria, looking rather solemn today. She went straight to some food, being quite hungry and all because of her lack of eating last night, and grabbed a bunch of assortment of food. With her food done, she went over to Tyler's table, noticing he seemed a little down as well. She went over to his table because she knew him from the simulation, and felt like talking to someone she knew better. She could use a good talking with someone right now as well. But she wasn't going to be rude and just sit down without permission, so she asked, "May I sit down here?", in a quiet, shy sounding voice. It also sounded like she might of been slightly upset as well, but it was hard to tell.

Tyler looked up when someone asked if they could sit down and saw that it was Cassie, the shy girl from his class. "Of course," he answered, trying his best to sound friendly even though he was in a bad mood. Not that he really felt like talking to anyone, he had even ignored the other kid who sat down at the table, but he didn't want to make her feel unwelcome. She seemed to have enough trouble with her shyness as it was, and he didn't want to make it worse by acting like a prick when she tried to be social.

"So you're not going on the mission either?" he asked after she had taken a seat.

Cassie smiled a shy smile at him, then proceeded to sit down directly across from him at the table. She nodded at the other person that was sitting at the table that I can't recall who, and started to nibble on her food ever so slightly. For Tyler, he was probably lucky that, being Cassie, she probably wouldn't be that into talking either, since she was shy and all, and was one of those types of people that had a hard time coming up with anything to talk about.

Cassie shook her head, and adjusted herself in the seat out of instinct. "I never signed up. I'm not cut out for the real thing..." She said, and it almost sounded like there was a sadness in her voice at her saying she wasn't cut out for something like that, though at the same time she was relieved as well. "Why aren't you on the mission? You were one of the most cut out for the mission as far as I'm concerned" She said to Tyler, smiling at him when she said that. All of this was obviously said in a shy manner, being her and all.
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Postby Nakarisaune » Sun Jul 08, 2012 1:10 pm

Maisie was woken up by a sudden mass of footsteps. Once she'd opened her eyes, she was confused to see that she wasn't in her own room any more. The room smelt sterilized and way too clean, compared to the usual lavender scent coming from the vase she had by her bed. And it was far too small, only containing two beds and two desks, and not exactly lavishly furnished. It took her around five minutes of wandering around the room in a very confused state that she remembered that she was in some school for people with those abilities she'd heard so much about. It took her ten minutes more to recall why she was there.

She showered and got dressed, ignoring the floaty dresses her mother had forcibly packed in favour of the scruffy hoodies and jeans that she far preferred. Afterwards, she grabbed the map on the desk and headed down to the canteen for breakfast. It sounded like something big was going on, that she couldn't quite remember.
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Postby Mighty Asgard » Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:22 am

Corrian wrote:Cassie shook her head, and adjusted herself in the seat out of instinct. "I never signed up. I'm not cut out for the real thing..." She said, and it almost sounded like there was a sadness in her voice at her saying she wasn't cut out for something like that, though at the same time she was relieved as well. "Why aren't you on the mission? You were one of the most cut out for the mission as far as I'm concerned" She said to Tyler, smiling at him when she said that. All of this was obviously said in a shy manner, being her and all.

"I signed up but they didn't approve me," Tyler shrugged, "I dunno why." He kept his tone casual, as if he didn't really care about it.

After taking a sip of his drink he continued, "but I think you're selling yourself short. You handled yourself well in the simulation yesterday, a lot better than some people who are going along on the mission today. So I think you are more cut out for the real thing than you know." He smiled at her, "you just need to believe in yourself."

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Postby Corrian » Mon Jul 09, 2012 1:11 pm

Cassie frowned, and shrugged. "I don't know why they wouldn't. Antonio and Rachael didn't get to go, did they? One got us more caught and the other like...committed suicide in the mission. You actually did something more then that" She said to him, shaking her head at why they would choose those people over him, if they did.

Cassie smiled in a shy way, not used to being praised on anything. Usually she just got beat down by her dad for practically everything, or she got bullied at school and nobody ever praised or complimented her for anything. "Thanks" She said to him, fiddling with some silverware. "My main concern is how nervous I was in a simulation, and not the real thing.....I'd probably hyperventilate doing the real thing" She said, chuckling slightly.
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Postby Mighty Asgard » Mon Jul 09, 2012 3:59 pm

Tyler chuckled to himself, "yeah, I think both of them got to go. I think the administration is worried that I'll lose control of my powers and hurt someone, as opposed to someone playing hero and getting only themselves hurt."

"And you know, being nervous isn't really a bad thing. It just means that you're smart enough to be afraid of dangerous things. You know that old saying: 'Courage isn't the lack of fear, it is the ability to act despite your fear.' That's pretty much true, in my opinion. Being afraid of nothing, never feeling nervous, would just mean being reckless and stupid." In his opinion her performance in the sim was more impressive because she was nervous than if she had been calm throughout, if she did her job so well when nervous then there was no telling how good she'd be once she learned to control her nerves. "I think that's why professional soldiers train so much, so they learn how to control their fear even in the heat of battle."

"Besides," he continued with a smile, "I've seen a lot of people more nervous than you in the sims, some having regular freak outs even."

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Postby Ranbo » Mon Jul 09, 2012 5:20 pm

Shuttle Dock, Super Hero High:




Lowering tenderly onto the platform, Shuttle Transport #106 settled onto the pad, dust circling around it that it unsettled, as if it was the signal to the cargo it was to hold. That cargo, nonetheless, was the new teacher at the school—the Disaster Prevention one to be exact. Apparently he had arrived 2 weeks late, and for those few strenuous weeks, the class had been taught by a substitute.

As the door to the hanger sealed off the vacuum of space, the air hung around the vehicle in wait of the arrival it beheld. Silence filed the hanger as the door slowly lowered, the platform touching down on the cold metallic ground. All that remained now was for the teacher to make himself clear, to arrive once and for all and touch down onto the Academy. It seemed that time had stopped for a moment to let the teacher to appear.

Lo and behold, the universe's wish was granted. Somewhat.

Stumbling out of the transport, Ichihara Ryota fumbled down the platform clutching his teaching supplies, his baggage, and somewhat oddly, a glass container of 6 rats perched atop his left shoulder. Panting heavily, he dragged himself over to the headmaster, who was waiting for him,
and began spieling off an explanation for why he was absent for so long.

"Plane got *gasp* held up in Moscow, faulty *wheeze* fuel line. Dunno why everyone was lookin' at me, *gasp* but they were—don't think the passengers *choke* got the message of my 'retirement'. *Gasp* Sorry for inconvenience *gasp*...dammit, I think I need to sit down for a while."

Plopping himself down onto the cold hanger ground, Ichihara wiped a vast amount of sweat off his brow. "For a while," He landed, "I didn't think I'd make it at all." All this was a strange sight to any who was watching, a middle-aged(well, to the casual observer) man trying to calm himself down from almost hyperventilating in the middle of the school hanger, his luggage strewn on the floor behind him.



About now, a good all-around description of Ichihara would suffice, as we leave him to regain his bearings. A Japanese ex-hero, he is a lanky man with strikingly non-Asian features, most notably his insanely sharp blue eyes. While one would take his silver hair to mean older age, in Ichihara's case, that was never the matter. Silver from birth, the attributes he possessed would forever set him apart from the culture he was raised in. His past, secretive to the point of virtually unknown, would be defined—at least how he put it—by his eyes.

Oh, his eyes. Holding the greatest of his being, the powers it kept locked away became the essence that defined him, set him apart. With a single glance into the blue pools shimmering there, the human will would dissipate. Easy influence would be second nature; even vaguely questioning the words given would be struck down, almost as if the concept ever existed. In short, the mental barriers and freedom within would crumble and vanish—taken by those orbs of power.

However, his differences had nought to end there—one more piece of his puzzle remained. He retained from birth an enigma of a power, one never fully explained how. By focusing on a person, or a small group, Ichihara was able to warp their senses; he was able to make people fully experience things that were never there. By combining powers of visual and touch, he could make people live fantasies in real life. However, the fantasies of some were nightmares of others—he could easily simulate cages of which those of which he deemed 'deserving'(as he once put it), and forcibly incarcerate them in nothing more than a mirage.

His powers greatly influenced his way of fighting, and as a hero put them to good use. However, when the time is right to dwell upon that area of his past, we shall return and do so. For now, we shall return to Mr. Ryota, sitting on the floor of the hanger.



Rubbing his head, Ichihara looked around. There was starting to be an influx of students into the hanger, and subsequently to this spectacle, the man's eyes widened. "Don't tell me school's out already!" He wailed, "I couldn't have lost a whole year of my life detained like that!" Picking himself off the floor, better logic soon took hold of him, and he scratched his head once again.

"Did I miss something?" He asked out loud, "I may be late, but I know I'm not that late. What's going on here?"
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Postby Hetland 2 » Mon Jul 09, 2012 6:00 pm

Several hours earlier
Chram stared at the frame of her new body, it was nude save for the cloth that covered her privates, as was she. She sat next to the body, examining the body carefully, "Impressive job on the skin, I must say..." She ran her fingers down the back causing the exposed robotic spinal column to extend. She placed her fingers at the base of the "skull" tracing her fingers up until she hit a tiny bump in the back of her head, unnoticeable to anyone who didn't have a Chram series' sense of touch or knew exactly what they were looking for.
"There we are." She pinched the bump and pulled it out. It was a metallic key, she pulled on it and the back of the skull split in two, revealing an empty case. She turned to the technician standing awkwardly in the doorway, "Come in. You'll be doing my braincase swap, correct? Let's get started." She clapped impatiently and laid down on her stomach.

Initializing shut down. In 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. 0. Shutdown complete

Current time

Chram woke up her eyes blurry. "What... the fu...Oh... OH!" She'd looked down at her chest and grinned. "I like it." She got up tenderly setting her feet on the ground. "My my... being organic..." a weird gurgling noise emitted from her stomach. "W...wha?"

The technician laughed. "You're hungry, dear." He tossed her a roll of bread.

Chram gnawed on the bread hungrily. "How often do I have to do this?"

The technician scratched his head, "I'd say once every two or so days"

"Bah... what a hassle."

"You wanted the body."

"A... ah... Good point. Oh. Stop ogling me and get me some clothes. And... I trust you installed the proper... programs and everything?"

The technician threw her her clothes, which she quickly donned, and spoke to her in a pointed tone. "Ma'am, I don't assume you need help doing your job, don't think I need reminders to do mine."

Chram clapped and laughed. "Excellent. You'll have your payment by the hour. Pleasure doing business with you. Now... to get back to school..."
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Postby Altruistic Paladins » Mon Jul 09, 2012 7:18 pm

Bramwell and Makoto

As Bramwell was running through an obstacle course with whatever archetype this Sakura represented, he noticed something odd happen. Her MARPAT uniform changed into a black suit and tie oddly, and she stopped running. As Bramwell finally caught up with the archetype, Bramwell noticed that the view there gave a view of a portion of the base that Bramwell either did not notice, or had formed within that instant. Somehow , there was a large, rolling field that went on for a large distance. Before Bramwell could even ask what was going on, Bramwell could tell something was going on, for he heard a question. Due to this, Bramwell decided to take his time and leave the "Mental World" of Sakura for now so that he may answer whomever. In an instant, he could move easily again, and proceeded to get up and head for the person. Now that Bramwell got close, he could recognize that the person who asked was a new teacher of Japanese heritage.

"We are going on our first mission. Some people are staying behind and some people are on the detail for the mission," Bramwell said in a oddly detached manner. This was due to how Bramwell could not get his mind off of what happened. Makoto had noticed something changed with the volunteer. The volunteer was looking out the viewing window adjacent to the table the two were sitting at that gave her a large view of the universe in a direction away from the sun. With this in mind, he was almost worried. He wanted to finish speaking quickly so that he could figure out what had happened.
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"Please my lord, have mercy! Pity the poor soul! I know you can empathize why I did it." A man pleaded to Antonio as he slice the man's head off with a sword.

"Mercy? Pity? Empathy? What are these words you say? This is the first time I heard of it." Antonio said as the dead body dissipates into shadow. Antonio then went to Alvaten. "Continue to step 4. This conspiracy against me must be finished."

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"Now the vessel's mind is completely distanced itself from Erebus' influence. Once Erebus accepts his title, the seal will break and the game can commence." The Lord of Shadow said to the others as he make the crystal ball on his hand disappear.

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"I remember the last game. The Lord of Balance ended it so suddenly, using those bombs." The Lord of Fire said.

"At least I have the most fun from those death camps, even though I lose." The Lady of Death said.

"We better start preparing then. Let's use different rules for this round." The Lord of Life said as everyone else agreed to the idea.
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Postby Mavorpen » Tue Jul 10, 2012 11:57 am

Super Hero High Shuttle


Lucas was probably more excited than he should have been while sitting in the shuttle, looking through the window. Well, anyone would be excited about being in space. But, he had always loved science. He had always wanted to be a scientist since he was a kid. The whole "rock star" thing was supposed to be temporary until he could pay for college to get a degree in astronomy. Or perhaps physics. He never decided.

But now... that dream was dead. Thanks to the accident at the Battle of the New and Upcoming Bands (he still thinks that was a really bad choice of a name) concert, that probably would never come true. He then realized he was moping again, remembering the past and what his future could have been like. He shook his head and forced the negative thoughts out. Come on, be excited Lucas! You're in space! he thought to himself.

He turned away from the window and noticed some other kids in the shuttle with him. Well, one of them was obviously not a student. He was more than likely a teacher, he was fumbling around with his luggage containing teaching material. Lucas found out that the teacher's name was Ichihara Ryota. "Thank goodness you're a teacher, I would never be able to pronounce your first name," he had jokingly told Mr. Ryota." He also found out that Mr. Ryota was teaching a class called, "Disaster Prevention." After hearing that, Lucas couldn't help but think, I'm going to die here for about 10 minutes.
The Hangar

Suddenly a voice rang out and stated, "Everyone, Shuttle Transport #106 is about to make touchdown. This is it, Lucas thought. The shuttle entered a hangar, and in the hangar was a pad. The shuttle descended onto the pad that functioned for both landing and taking off for the specific shuttle. Smoke began to build up as the thrusters inched closer and closer to the "ground." The shuttle's main door remained closed until the hangar door closed off, sealing off the hangar from the vacuum of space. A green light came on followed by a buzzing noise, signaling that we were free to leave the shuttle. The main shuttle's door opened, and Luke took unhooked his seatbelt.

The teacher, Mr. Ryota was the first to exit. Then Lucas exited, and immediately he staggered. Something was...different. Must be the artificial gravity and oxygen he thought. Although it was was with great difficulty. He could barely think, let alone stand up straight. He decided to lean against a bunch of boxes, probably full of supplies until he got his bearings.

While he was learning on the boxes, he noticed a significant number of students gathering in the hanger. What are all of these students doing here? Are they going back to Earth? Why would they do that? Questions flooded Lucas' mind, and his head began to hurt. "Stop worrying", he told himself. Once he had enough strength and was used to the artificial gravity and oxygen, he walked towards the hangar door leading out of the hanger. He didn't even have a map. "Guess I'm just going to have to wing it and explore this place..." he muttered to himself.
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"HALLO? Ist jemand hier, um mich auf mein Zimmer zu lenken?" Erkenfried asked to see if anyone was in the hangar. But in German.
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Postby Stattr » Tue Jul 10, 2012 12:28 pm

Selina watched the two men go by and didn't say a word. She ignored them to her fullest but couldn't ignore the fact that someone was speaking german. She looked at him and answered in German, thanks to her father who taught her for no apparent reason. "Welche Zimmer suchen Sie?" What room are you looking for, she had asked him and looked at him.

She saw the slave and raised a brow. Seeing the bite marks and how he was dressed and then his master. Must be a vampire. or something. She thought silently and waited for the man to answer.
"The world is full of stupid people, get used to it."
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Postby Altruistic Paladins » Tue Jul 10, 2012 12:36 pm

Bramwell and Joaquin

"Im Namen der Menschen Raum Volkes ich Euch willkommen," Bramwell said in an odd attempt at speaking German that could be described as stilted. Bramwell was not putting too much effort into speaking it. The delivery was not helped by the fact he was distracted by the thrall.

"Bramwell, that was dorky by my incredibly high standards. You are supposed to great them with a Vulcan salute," Joaquin said sarcastically as he silently dismissed Bramwell. "Welcome to the Academy for the Empowered. I am Doctor Segura," Joaquin said as he held out his left hand to Erkenfried in his still semi-guttural voice.

Bramwell left in favor of getting back to his seat to see exactly what had happened to Sakura. The volunteer was utterly silent and detached. With this, Bramwell knew something had happened, and he wanted to find out more. When he got back to the ship, he noticed his seat was taken. Bramwell was one for stereotypes, and so really hated that one was interrupted by the pattern being broken. With not much choice, he walked back into the hangar. He saw a good place to sit down that happened to be nearby Selina.

"Excuse my interruption. May I ask if that seat is taken?" Bramwell said in a calm tone that disguised his tension about the volunteer. This did nothing to disguise the fact he was shy around people he did not know, and thus the somewhat nervous tone with which he spoke.
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Postby Stattr » Tue Jul 10, 2012 12:42 pm

Selina hearing the german again shrugged her shoulders. She was fine with her not talking. But she listened to him and thought how wierd this guy sounded speaking German. She smiled slightly and then came to when she heard someone talking to her she looked up and then at the seat he was pointing to.

She shook her head. "No it's not taken." She said in more of a nervous tone than anything motioned for him to sit down. She moved over slightly as habit and put her hands in her pockets and took out the gizmo she had and toosed it back and forth in each hand. A way to cool her nerves when someone sat next to her.
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Postby Ularn » Tue Jul 10, 2012 12:53 pm

"Right, come on - everyone aboard!"
Just as Scott was climbing aboard the departing shuttle he noticed one of the passengers coming off of the one which had just arrived. The frail, elderly figure was dressed entirely in white, yet the piercing blue of his eyes was visible from the opposite side of the hangar. Scott's brow furrowed as he dipped inside the shuttle hatch, trying to remember why the figure was familiar. It wasn't unusual to see random heroes in The School. Several active heroes, vigilantes and even a few villains used the station as a secondary base or travelled there for reasons related to their work. Often Scott recognised them but he couldn't quite place this one...
"Excuse me," he asked one of the technicians who was just leaving the shuttle, "Who's that just getting off the other shuttle with the mice in a cage?"
"Uh..." the tech flipped over a sheet on a notepad he was carrying, "That's Ichihara Ryota...or Ryota Ichihara - I'm not really sure how these Japanese names work, Mr Kerr,"
"No problem, thanks." Scott slid past the technician and saw Burton in the cockpit running pre-flight checks. "Nice knife," he commented, "That a kukri?"
As Burton replied and the shuttle hatch slid shut Scott made his way through to the passenger compartment, thinking about Ichihara Ryota and kicking himself for not recognising the Japanese hero who was single-handedly responsible for the fact that Tokyo was still standing in spite of at east three separate Godzilla attacks. Hopefully Scott would get a chance to talk to the legend when he got back from Kildare.
Most of the students were seated and dressed or still getting changed into their camouflage. "Okay guys, well done for getting up this early. We'll be leaving in a couple of minutes; our destination is the HMS Ocean in the Irish Sea. Ocean's a British amphibious assault ship - picture an aircraft carrier for helicopters - where we'll be linking up with elements from the Black Watch for a final briefing before we head out for Kildare. In the mean time, gonna talk you through the rest of your kit.
"Everyone should have a bullet proof vest in their bundle; you can stick that on now as well but please don't be tempted to test it's protection. As well as that there's a two-way radio set to channel two. Keep it on that channel and you'll stay in contact with everyone else. That bottle is filled with something kind of like Lucozade but even worse for your teeth. A lot of you'll get tired out from using your powers so this should give you the calories to keep going. The last other thing, which is a taser pistol. One shot should be enough to temporarily incapacitate an adult for a few seconds, allowing you to cuff them with the restraints that should be in one of the pockets on your body armour. These are meant to be less-than-lethal weapons but, as Bramwell discovered yesterday, multiple shots can induce a heart attack and potentially kill your target, so be careful with them. We'll give you the ammo for them on Ocean.
"Now," he concluded, "Strap in and we'll be back on Earth soon." Scott tapped on the hatch leading to the cockpit and said, "Burton, we're all set. Take us out when you're ready," then went to his own seat at the front of the compartment and did up his seatbelt as the pitch of the shuttle's engine began to climb.
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Postby Stattr » Tue Jul 10, 2012 12:59 pm

Selina hearing this, got up and changed into her outfit and growled to herself and to the things she was wearing and came out and sat down. I hate this stuff... She said to herself and just took the bullet proof vest off as well as the taser because she didn't really need it. She could make a stun with only one shot and not have to keep waiting for the thing to load and such.

She then put her bullet proof vest on her lap and grabbed her gizmo out of the air and continued to throw it between her hands.
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Level 2c - Hero Dormitories


That was easier than I expected... Lucas thought as he unpacked his luggage. There were quite a lot students still left in the school, who weren't on the shuttle. Lucas found out a lot. He obtained a map of the school from one of the students, he discovered that the students in the Hanger and on the Shuttle were going on a "mission." Although what that entailed, Lucas wasn't sure of. He assumed that classes would start once more when they returned. In the meantime, he would relax and explore the school more. He was glad he had a map. Not because he hated getting lost, but because there quite a lot of restricted areas that he couldn't enter. He didn't want to get into trouble on his first day after all.
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Postby AETEN II » Tue Jul 10, 2012 1:35 pm

Erkenfried coughed and made a minor adjustment of his voice and switched to english.
"Vigilante dorms. Oh and don't mind the Thrall. He's effectively braindead. And no I'm not one of those disgusting feral vampires. I belong to their precursors. Any connections with the swine was severed centuries ago." Erkenfried said as he then dusted his gloved hands and motioned for his Thrall to grab multiple suitcases.
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"

Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.


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