Super Hero High: Prometheus Rising (IC, Open)

[Nfhd]

Will had been getting into the routine of classes as time went on. He had met most of the kids, but only briefly as he was usually either at classes or working on his pressure sphere technique near constantly. He had become good friends with Bramwell. He hadn't seen that much of Sakura or Makoto.

He had finally completed the pressure sphere by making it a useable weapon, it had made downfalls though it had a long charge up time, it caused massive collateral damage and was very unpredictable in the explosion. He was currently working on trying to be able to control the power of it, change detonation shapes, and lower the charge up time. He was enjoying school as he met people of all types and powers, he still missed his second family, but he knew this was for the best.

[Nakarisaune]

Rachael had come to the cafeteria early to avoid any crowds. Crowds were annoying. They made her scared that one of them would find out the truth and turn her in and then Ruby would hate her.
But she was still there quite a while later, late enough that the benefits of arriving early were long gone. She'd barely slept these past weeks, and she'd been tired enough to fall asleep on the table, still clutching a piece of dry toast. Thankfully, it hadn't been buttered, and it hadn't gone on her face. It wouldn't have been buttered anyway. Too fattening.
The crowd had got in by the time Rachael woke up again. A young boy had poked her to wake her up. She'd scowled at him and spilt that bottle of water he'd been holding all over his jeans. After finishing the toast, she rested her head on the table, trying not to fall asleep again.

[Spirit of Hope]

Ocean Brendan Hopkins

Ocean Brendan Hopkins sat back in his seat, feeling the vibrations as the shuttles engines took him up to the school.  His hands itched to be on the controls, to be more than just cargo along for the ride.  At least he could look out the window, more than was possible in many military vehicles, but he had taken a seat on the wrong side so all that was visible was stars and a quick glimpse of the earth.

He played with the cane on his lap, thinking about the job he was about to begin.  It certainly wasn't what he had expected, but Ocean hadn't ever really thought about a life out side of the Air Force.  He was none to happy about being forced out, but there was nothing he could do about that now.  Here at least he could continue to fly, which was more than he had expected.

He suddenly heard the tell tale sounds of the shuttle coming in to dock, his hands involuntarily traveled across the black suit he was wearing banishing non existent wrinkles.  When the shuttle had landed in the hanger bays he stood up, leaning on his cane more than he wished.  Towards the doors he walked wondering what awaited him.

[Northern Dominus]

The coffee pot in the teacher's lounge had been drained to dregs that particular morning at twice the usual rate. This was because it had become a quick force of habit for Burton over an 11 day period. From the moment his cache from Earth had arrived (in no less than five large crates of varying dimensions) Burton had dedicated himself fully to re-training himself beyond his commitment to the classes.

In truth he felt slow in Kildare, sloppy. It had been too long since his last deployment and he'd gone soft to a degree. Time that he didn't' dedicate to grading papers in Astronomy 101 and 102 or coming up with a curriculum for his newest assigned class was dedicated to building his body, reflexes and movements back up to pre-academy levels. The previous 11 days were a blur of workouts in the gym, simulation run after simulation run and work in the armory ranging from simple marksmanship to taking down and re-assembling weapons while blindfolded. He had also shifted his diet and eating habits as well, meaning that the cheap "on hand" junk food that he had allowed himself to imbibe had almost completely disappeared from his diet. However this meant an over reliance on coffee to keep him sharp during times of fatigue.

Now however he had plenty of energy, and after realizing what he had done he shrugged sheepishly at some of the gathered teachers and made an extra-strong blend and turned the coffee maker on before grabbing his briefcase and heading out of the teachers lounge, casting a cheeky wink just for one particular female teacher.

As he punched buttons on the elevator for deck 3 he unconsciously rubbed his head. During the 11 day surge in training he had come to the conclusion that his hair and beard were more irritation than they were worth if he was going to delve back into something reminiscent of his previous life, and had done away with both. This of course meant that he looked quite a bit different than the students were used to, and while some of his more regular pupils dealt with it pretty quickly some of the less familiar ones were probably in for a slight shock.

Eventually he reached deck 3 and started making his way over to the gym, chatting idly with a few staff members and teachers here and there. It was early yet and most students were still asleep or just beginning to rouse if they didn't have earlier classes. That grogginess would change very quickly for any student of Burton's in the next few minutes.

Eventually he found his way into the gym, and after turning the lights on he observed the state of the place. Most repairs had been completed, only a scorch mark or two. Other than that things were perfect, although for a moment Burton crossed his arms and bounced on the balls of his feet as if considering anything. In truth he was trying to square a nagging thought in the back of his brain
'I know this is a class but I certainly don't feel like I'm going to teach anything'

Indeed, for students of his knew him to usually in some variation of sport coat, jeans, classic sneakers of some kind and either a boldly colored polo or a tshirt emblazoned with a punk rock band of some kind. Now however Burton wore a black raglan-style t-shirt emblazoned on the back with the academy's coat of arms, red athletic pants, and black minimalist athletic shoes that looked like barely more than rubber and sports mesh stitched around his feet and toes.

'...but then again self-defense isn't exactly a class for fashion-forward now is it?'

And with that Burton got to work preparing for the class. First came the rolling out of the thick rubber mats across the floor, making sure they were lined up appropriately and there was enough space to make sure nobody could accidentally poke each other in the eye by flailing.

Next he took one of a few electronic and physical keys he kept with him on a carabiner and unlocked several lockers on one side of the gym. From them he produced six green training dummies. Each was about six feet tall and was fully articulated including finger and toe joints, albeit still faceless and sexless otherwise. After laying them down in a row he went to another storage locker and retrieved several punching and kicking pads, piling those in a less dignified fashion next to the dummies.
Finally he unlocked a longer locker and slid the panel back, revealing a row of weight vests in a recess. Unlocking a small compartment inside the recess he retrieved what looked like to be a digital watch of some kind and strapped it to one of his wrists.

Retrieving a tablet PC from the briefcase he had laid to one side Burton went about the job of setting up one of the dummies in a particular fashion, considering how it looked in his mind, swaying back and forth occasionally as if paying out a small engagement in his brain while adjusting the dummy to fit the picture in his brain.

Eventually the dummy was posed how he liked, so with that he picked the tablet pc back up and turned to face the door, going over the class roster and the curriculum while waiting for the first students to filter in.

[Corrian]

Cassie had, as usual, not made very many improvements on any friendships with anyone. Naturally, her strongest friendship was with her roommate, Tara. The other student she knew best was Tyler, and there was a varying amount of other students she talked to briefly, but never really got to know beyond the first conversation and in classes. Even with this, she still didn't know Tyler that well, being more shy around him then some of the others students, especially Tara, likely due to the fact that he was male. And even with Tara, she didn't entirely trust her yet, because she was very slow to trust people these days. There was quite a few students she routinely tried to avoid at all costs, from Erkenfried, Vincent, Rachael, and Chram. Chram only because she acted like she was making everyone else do everything during the simulation, but she didn't know for a fact if she really was that bad of a person. Vincent was pretty obviously irritating to her, because he was pretty much a mirror image of the bullies at her previous school, though obviously with added strangely colored skin and pretty much walking around nude everywhere. Rachael was, well, Rachael. Erkenfried just seemed like a know-it-all to her, and she didn't like know-it-all's.

As far as her training had gone, she had mostly gained physical strength during the 2 weeks, from the various different lessons from Tara. It felt good to her to get herself into shape. She had never really had the opportunity to get into shape, due to just going to school, sleeping, getting hurt, bullied, and so on. Sure, she walked to school a lot. But it wasn't exactly a long walk, and it wasn't enough to really get in her shape. And she tended to suck at recreational sports at school, or avoided them entirely if she could do so. Now that she was getting into shape, she wasn't regretting it, because it felt so good. When get to a certain point of being out of shape, you feel how out of shape you are, and you start feeling like shit. And since she had spent some time in bed for a while after the car accident, that was another reason it felt good to get back into shape. She had pretty much come from the hospital, straight to the space station. And during these lessons, Tara would of discovered that Cassie's right leg tended to cramp up on her here and there and hurt, making it hard for her to continue their lessons well or do much of anything that great that involved walking. Which is likely where Tara would of discovered that Cassie had been in a car accident before arriving to the school, but not the details of the accident, because Cassie refused to go any farther into the details then "I got in a car accident and broke my leg".

Cassie had also introduced Tara to some of her own music, which was mostly mellow music. A lot of it was sad and dark music, which she loved, but a lot of people tended to not enjoy, just because it was sad and dark. But other songs were more just relaxing music, which she loved as well. Like some Of Monsters and Men songs, for example, which she loved specifically because of the fact a lot of their songs were relaxing. Then, some of it was just more upbeat music, but none of it really had an overly happy vibe to it. You could say that her music pretty much defined her personality and past. She had also told Tara about the fact she liked to dance, but never showed her how well she could do, because she was too self-conscious to do it around anyone except herself. And she had told Tara about the stories she started to write, and let her read them, if she wanted to. If she read them, they'd likely seem to be rather grim, sad stories, again defining how she seemed to feel a lot. Of course, she had added some comedy here and there, and happier moments too, but overall the tone and concept of the stories were dark and sad.

At the moment, she was still asleep. She was sleeping later then she usually did. She was the early bird type, and tended to wake up earlier then necessary, and a lot of times due to getting crappy sleep. Sometimes it was due to nightmares, and other times it was due to just sleeping bad, which she seemed to do a lot, and it made some of her days crappy. Surprisingly, she rarely seemed to be grumpy, despite this. Down and tired for most of the day, sure. That wasn't exactly unusual for her. But grumpy? Not really.

Right now, she was asleep, stuck in a nightmare, not being able to wake up out of it. It was the worst nightmare she had during the past week 1/2, but not as bad as some she had before, where she'd wake up and scream. She hadn't had one of those in quite a while. Which was a relief for her. But this one, it was vivid enough, and it was making her talk in her sleep, and act very restless.

"No....please....stay away from me.....why do I deserve this?.........What have I done?.......I'm sorry....I'm sorry dad....for what I did....I didn't mean it.....Please, just forgive me...." Cassie mumbled in her sleep, though it was likely very hard to actually pick out any of the words she was saying with how mumbled they were. She was also tossing and turning, making a mess of her bed covers. For Tara, it'd be very obvious that she was having some sort of bad dream, even if she couldn't pick out a word that she said.

[Terintania]

(after the timeskip....obviously)
Jay lay in his bed, sleeping peacefully. That was, until a bit wet tongue started slopping at his face. "Ugh," He muttered as he blinked awake, though he was smiling. He sleepily sat up and wiped his face, smiling at the old golden retriever that was his Guide dog. After having problems with his echolocation, he had decided to see if he could get his guide dog brought here. Obviously, he could. "Thanks for waking me up, boy," He said, stifling a yawn. He got out of bed and did the usual morning stuff. After that was done, he grabbed his mirrored sunglasses, put then on, then grabbed his Guide Dog's leash. He liked to bring his dog with him even if his echolocation was working fine. Partly just to be safe, and partly because he loved his dog.

He was dressed in his normal kind of outfit. Dark jeans, a black long-sleeve shirt with some sort of cool design on it, and a black jacket with some small silver chains and other silver bits on it. It was a cool jacket, if you're in to that kind of thing, and he wore it, even when it seemed like it might be a bit warm for it. He headed out to the gym. His echolocation was working well today, though he still bumped into things every now and then, just because he hadn't mastered his echolocation yet. His dog helped him avoid that today, though. One he got to the class, humming quietly, he gave a nod of greeting to the teacher. He was pretty sure no one else was here yet, so he just stood to the side and waited, stroking his dog's head.

(Charlotte)
Charlotte was asleep out of boredom, and was probably going to be late because of it.

[AETEN II]

Erkenfried sat himself down in one of the far corners of the cafeteria, happily content with his meal. Hopefully that Tara girl would also not 'attack' him in some manner while he was eating this platter of artificially grown human hearts and ham and egg sandwich. He loathed that girl, he hated all that were like her. Disgusted by the thought that their week, feeble race was used as food for higher forms of life? How was that shocking? A mere cluster of microbes could kill a human- they were exceptionally weak. Vampires on the other hand were resistant to most forms of disease and cancer was unheard of. Of course they looked upon humans as an inferior race. They were. While some of their achievements may be greater than those of their predators, humans as a species were weak, and the weak made good prey. Erkenfried did differ however in that he typically killed those humans that were violent, and certainly not weak. He found greater sport in it, and it filled his hollow morals with purpose. It was a life. A bloody one at that.

[Procastitania]

Declan awoke early in his familiar room for the eleventh time recently, and for the eleventh time he frowned at the opposite side of the room, still scorched and burned by his old roommate Scott. It was rumored that Scott would be leaving his job as a teacher, which was disappointing. He had been looking forward to seeing Scott teaching a class of kids that he would have been a part himself not too long ago. He groaned. At any rate, he would have to have somebody get his wall fixed. "I'll do it tomorrow," he said to himself.

Over the past weeks, he had gotten to know his classmates a bit better, hanging out a bit with each of them. He remembered a few from last year, like Tyler, but a few were newer. He tried not to be around Vincent, mostly because of his constant insults, but he also found him extremely creepy. It seemed like some people were freaked out by the vampire, but Declan just found his sense of superiority mildly annoying, and wasn't really intimidated.

He rose, took a long shower, and finally wandered down to eat breakfast. He sat on his own at an empty table after grabbing a bowl of cereal to eat. It didn't look like anyone he knew was around, aside from Rachael, who seemed to be half-asleep, and the vampire Erkenfried. He shrugged and started eating.

[Hetland 2]

Chram casually stepped into the classroom her power cores extending with a his and a whirr before retracting. She grinned, the past 11 days had been spent rigorously testing and retesting her limits in this new body. She'd fully mapped out about 10% of her potential and could figure out about 5% more. She'd spent this time well.

[Altruistic Paladins]

Bramwell, Makoto, and Sakura

In the common room, the impromptu trio was. Sakura was working on work she was missing in her traditional classes due to having to help Makoto. Bramwell was practicing in the form of (拳) ch'üan, partly due to Makoto's symptoms not having ended and wanting to study something else, even if he did it poorly. Makoto was watching a show hosted by Michio Kaku. Sakura was wearing grey fatigues and a bandana. Bramwell was wearing black nylon pants and a black shirt with green numbers representing binary code on it with a two interrupting one of them as a reference. Makoto was wearing dark-blue trousers, dark-blue cap, light-blue dress shirt, and a dark-blue tie. They had their suits, which was the product of Cyre Industries and D.A.R.P.A. cooperating. When Makoto checked her watch, Bramwell gave the word so that they would be teleported to the class. The three now appeared in the gym, Makoto still not in the best condition for organized physical activity, though Bramwell and maybe even Sakura were going to have fun. They turned out to be some of the first students to arrive there.

"Sir, awaiting orders, sir," Sakura said in an oddly formal manner while standing in attention. Though Bramwell had trouble understanding people's emotions, Bramwell knew that she took attention in that manner anytime she was in the presence of a staff member unless they outright told her to not do so.

"On my and Makoto's behalf, good morning Mr. Malik and Chram," Bramwell said with a good disposition. Bramwell, despite avoiding most villains, did not go to any efforts to avoid Chram.

[Hetland 2]

Bramwell, Makoto, and Sakura

In the common room, the impromptu trio was. Sakura was working on work she was missing in her traditional classes due to having to help Makoto. Bramwell was practicing in the form of (拳) ch'üan, partly due to Makoto's Brief Psychotic Disorder not having ended. Makoto was watching a show hosted by Michio Kaku. Sakura was wearing grey fatigues and a bandana. Bramwell was wearing black nylon pants and a black shirt with green numbers representing binary code on it with a two interrupting one of them as a reference. Makoto was wearing dark-blue trousers, dark-blue cap, light-blue dress shirt, and a dark-blue tie. When Makoto checked her watch, Bramwell gave the word so that they would be teleported to the class. The three now appeared in the gym, Makoto still not in the best condition for organized physical activity, though Bramwell and maybe even Sakura were going to have fun. They turned out to be some of the first students to arrive there.

"Sir, awaiting orders Captain, sir," Sakura said in an oddly formal manner while standing in attention.

"On my and Makoto's behalf, good morning Mr. Malik and Chram," Bramwell said with a good disposition.

Chram nodded her head and smiled, "Good morning to you too, Bramwell, and tell Makoto good morning for me." She turned her head to check if her apron's bow was properly tied, which it was. It was her first time wearing the fiery red uniform, and she didn't want it to be crooked, rumpled or anything unpleasant like that.

---

Sean trotted in as Chram was looking away, moving quickly up to Burton, Sean extended his biological hand, "Hello sir, I am Sean Chapel, I was assigned to TA for you, is that alright?" One of the plates on his prosthetic arm extended slightly letting a small about of steam out. "This is self defense, right?"

[AETEN II]

Erkenfried wore quite an evil grin as he bit into each of the three 'human' hearts and sucked them dry before then cutting them up with a knife and eating the pieces, one by one. He certainly loved the ability of the school to simply grow a human heart from a cluster of cells 'over' a 'scaffold' of a pig's heart. It was wonderful. He received the nutrition of human blood, and the school and students could whine about 'morals' and 'murder'. He hated it when they did, and it was nice for it to finally come to a stop. Although the guards still looked at him with hatred and fear. It wasn't his fault though, nor was it his family's, that the rogues attacked all of humanity.
This really would be a long year...

[Northern Dominus]

Bramwell, Makoto, and Sakura

In the common room, the impromptu trio was. Sakura was working on work she was missing in her traditional classes due to having to help Makoto. Bramwell was practicing in the form of (拳) ch'üan, partly due to Makoto's Brief Psychotic Disorder not having ended. Makoto was watching a show hosted by Michio Kaku. Sakura was wearing grey fatigues and a bandana. Bramwell was wearing black nylon pants and a black shirt with green numbers representing binary code on it with a two interrupting one of them as a reference. Makoto was wearing dark-blue trousers, dark-blue cap, light-blue dress shirt, and a dark-blue tie. When Makoto checked her watch, Bramwell gave the word so that they would be teleported to the class. The three now appeared in the gym, Makoto still not in the best condition for organized physical activity, though Bramwell and maybe even Sakura were going to have fun. They turned out to be some of the first students to arrive there.

"Sir, awaiting orders, sir," Sakura said in an oddly formal manner while standing in attention. Though Bramwell had trouble understanding people's emotions, Bramwell knew that she took attention in that manner anytime she was in the presence of a staff member unless they outright told her to not do so.

"On my and Makoto's behalf, good morning Mr. Malik and Chram," Bramwell said with a good disposition. Bramwell, despite avoiding most villains, did not go to any efforts to avoid Chram.

By now Burton was used to all the idiosyncracies and strangeness that pervaded the academy, so when the erstwhile triumvirate teleported into the gymnasium he didn't bat an eye.

Sakura however...
"No need for that Sakura, this isn't the military."

He then nodded to Bramwell and Makato.
"Good morning Bramwell, Makato. I am surprised that you're involved in this class, you seemed to handle yourselves decently in Kildare."

Chram casually stepped into the classroom her power cores extending with a his and a whirr before retracting. She grinned, the past 11 days had been spent rigorously testing and retesting her limits in this new body. She'd fully mapped out about 10% of her potential and could figure out about 5% more. She'd spent this time well.

The robotic student entered without a word, and since she wasn't in either of his astronomy classes Burton had to refer to the class roster on his tablet.

"Ah, you must be Chram Chapel. Good morning."

Sean trotted in as Chram was looking away, moving quickly up to Burton, Sean extended his biological hand, "Hello sir, I am Sean Chapel, I was assigned to TA for you, is that alright?" One of the plates on his prosthetic arm extended slightly letting a small about of steam out. "This is self defense, right?"

Burton shrugged and shook the biological hand, tactfully ignoring the jet of steam from the prosthetic arm.

"This is, and it's ok. Just follow my lead and take it easy. It's an introductory class after all. Oh and it's not sir, it's Burton or Burt. Rank really doesn't have meaning around here, although for some students that gets carried over to authority in general sometimes."

[Nfhd]

Will swore to himself as he hurried to gym. He had been so caught up working on the pressure sphere he hadn't noticed the time. He barley had enough time to get a small breakfast as he rushed to gym where he would be taking self-defence classes. Running, he finally made it into the gym. He cooled himself down by forcing cold air from the bottom floor up to move the hot air away from his body, while doing this he had his sensory bubble active checking his room to make sure he didn't forget anything.

Once he was finally satisfied that he didn't forget anything he formed his sense bubble around him in a 20 foot sphere, making sure there wasn't any angry classmates, he relaxed his searching down. He had been standing around for a minute or so, until a anomaly showed up in his mental picture. There seemed to be a girl that had very different tissue structures and lots of metal in her body, this intrigued Will. He thought she may have had a metal controlling power or had a non power mutation like him, he needed to know more. He walked up to her.

"Hello my name is Will, you seem to have lots of metal in you body as well as a very different tissue structure than a normal human. Do you have a metal controlling power or do you have a non superpower mutation like me?" Will asked in a inquisitive tone.

[Camicon]

"No....please....stay away from me.....why do I deserve this?.........What have I done?.......I'm sorry....I'm sorry dad....for what I did....I didn't mean it.....Please, just forgive me...."

I woke with a start. Cassie had told me that she had a tendency to dream during sleep, and that these dreams weren't exactly pleasant. I'd woken up a time or two, and found her sheets strewn across the floor. She'd never started talking, or mumbling to herself like she was now. Seeing her so clearly distressed, even through the fog of sleep that still hung in my brain, made me panic a little.

"Cassie!" I yelled at her. She didn't hear me. "CASSIE!" I yelled again, giving her shoulder a little shake. She awoke with a start and a shout, which startled me into jumping back a few feet and falling onto my bed. "You were having another nightmare." I told her, "Mumbling about something, apologizing for... something. Sorry I didn't wake you up sooner."

The two of us sat in silence, as we both tried to take stock of the situation. I snapped out of it when my eyes fell upon the alarm clock next to my pillow. We'd missed breakfast, and were on course for being late for class.

"Damn. We're late for class, Cassie. There's an apple and a bottle of water in my bag there. Eat while I shower, there's no time for breakfast at the cafe." I told her on my way to the bathroom, stripping out of my pajama's and turning on the water.

Five minutes later we traded. Cassie showered while I ate, we both dressed, and then raced down to the gym, hoping that we weren't late for the self-defence class.

As we burst through the doors, I was pleased to note a complete absence of anyone particularly trying. Of course, Bramwell, Makoto, and Makoto's nurse of sorts, were there; however, Bramwell had made a point of avoiding me since Kildare, and Makoto hadn't been in any position to start something with either, so the last eleven days had been wonderfully absent of their infuriating mannerisms. I also saw a row of training mats and dummies laid out in the middle of the gym. This would be an excellent class, I knew, and a good experience for Cassie. If her knee held out, that was. I was pretty certain we'd be at least a couple months until her knee was fully rehabilitated from that car accident she'd told me about. It was possible it never fully healed, in which case I'd have to see about getting her a knee brace to wear when I started teaching her my way of fighting.

[Hetland 2]

Will swore to himself as he hurried to gym. He had been so caught up working on the pressure sphere he hadn't noticed the time. He barley had enough time to get a small breakfast as he rushed to gym where he would be taking self-defence classes. Running, he finally made it into the gym. He cooled himself down by forcing cold air from the bottom floor up to move the hot air away from his body, while doing this he had his sensory bubble active checking his room to make sure he didn't forget anything.

Once he was finally satisfied that he didn't forget anything he formed his sense bubble around him in a 20 foot sphere, making sure there wasn't any angry classmates, he relaxed his searching down. He had been standing around for a minute or so, until a anomaly showed up in his mental picture. There seemed to be a girl that had very different tissue structures and lots of metal in her body, this intrigued Will. He thought she may have had a metal controlling power or had a non power mutation like him, he needed to know more. He walked up to her.

"Hello my name is Will, you seem to have lots of metal in you body as well as a very different tissue structure than a normal human. Do you have a metal controlling power or do you have a non superpower mutation like me?" Will asked in a inquisitive tone.

Chram stepped away from him, blushing. She moved her hands quickly to cover her body modestly. "I don't know who you are but my body is not for you to peep into." She looked very hostile, her power cores extended and retracting. She felt violated, disturbed and throughly uncomfortable, and as a result kept stepping back.

---

Sean nodded. "Sorry, I called you sir because I didn't know your name. Burton... Burton... Ok. And don't worry. I'm good at following people's leads."

[Altruistic Paladins]

"Good morning Cassie and Tara," Bramwell said in his still chipper disposition and without sarcasm. Bramwell's avoiding of Tara was more of an unintentional side-effect of other activities than an active attempt, as Makoto and Sakura had also experienced the same thing, though not to the same extent. Bramwell was trying to work on establishing several friendhips at once, and so did not spend as much time with Cassie as he would have liked, partly due to bad luck with conflicting schedules meaning he would have to interupt Cassie's training whenever the thought passed his mind to spend time with Cassie. "It has been a while. Cassie, how has your training been going?" Bramwell said in complete obliviousness to what was happening between one of the Williams and Chram, which may have warranted more attention than attempting to engage in conversation. Sakura was already prepared to teleport out of the room with Makoto if William did not provide a "decent" excuse for what he did or if a fight broke out.

[Nfhd]

Will swore to himself as he hurried to gym. He had been so caught up working on the pressure sphere he hadn't noticed the time. He barley had enough time to get a small breakfast as he rushed to gym where he would be taking self-defence classes. Running, he finally made it into the gym. He cooled himself down by forcing cold air from the bottom floor up to move the hot air away from his body, while doing this he had his sensory bubble active checking his room to make sure he didn't forget anything.

Once he was finally satisfied that he didn't forget anything he formed his sense bubble around him in a 20 foot sphere, making sure there wasn't any angry classmates, he relaxed his searching down. He had been standing around for a minute or so, until a anomaly showed up in his mental picture. There seemed to be a girl that had very different tissue structures and lots of metal in her body, this intrigued Will. He thought she may have had a metal controlling power or had a non power mutation like him, he needed to know more. He walked up to her.

"Hello my name is Will, you seem to have lots of metal in you body as well as a very different tissue structure than a normal human. Do you have a metal controlling power or do you have a non superpower mutation like me?" Will asked in a inquisitive tone.

Chram stepped away from him, blushing. She moved her hands quickly to cover her body modestly. "I don't know who you are but my body is not for you to peep into." She looked very hostile, her power cores extended and retracting. She felt violated, disturbed and throughly uncomfortable, and as a result kept stepping back.

---

Sean nodded. "Sorry, I called you sir because I didn't know your name. Burton... Burton... Ok. And don't worry. I'm good at following people's leads."

"Peep?" He asked confusedly "Oh, peep, related to a act of perversion. No I didn't peep its called information gathering. Peeping is impossible for me considering a couple things. One, I am very bipolar, which means I am either usually very happy and upbeat or very serious, sad, and melancholy. This usually results in me never ever getting in a so called 'peeping mood'. Second, I have a very very very very very traumatic memory that insides about peeping and perversion. You see, during the Vampire War I lost both my parents along with most of my family resulting me in having a utmost fear of loosing anyone close to me." Will started sniffling and his voice started fluctuating "When I found my second family I had one person really close to me who was big brother to me" Will starts crying a bit while still talking. "He was a mega pervert, and he always peeped on ladies from other tribes. When his lower torso was crushed by a rockfall, he looked at me and his last words were "Don't follow my path, and protect the family". He told me never to ever become a pervert and follow the path that he walked" Will continued to cry as thoughts of brother dominated his mind. After a contact in his sense bubble alerted him to where he was he stopped sobbing. "Thats my I can never ever peep" Will said as his voice returned to its normal. "But you still haven't answered my question why do you have high traces of metal inside your body?" He asked.

[AETEN II]

Erkenfried grumbled as he entered the Gym, he wish the class was later- he could have slowly eaten those hearts, relishing the taste. Instead, he had to rush it and quickly down the food and run off to Gym class. This time however, Erkenfried had ditched his suit for a simple shirt and khaki pants. This attire made him feel... weird. He was exceptionally used to extremely formal attire and was almost always in a suit. He knew that the minute this class ended he would quickly return to his usual clothing, but he didn't want the expensive items ruined in a fight. His favorite was made from microfiber. It was worth several thousand dollars. He did not want this ruined, both for fear of the wrath of his parents and his own love of the rather comfortable item (it also had several special slits at the top of it to hide weapons, such as knives in case of emergency).
"Sorry for being late Sir. I was distracted by some rather wonderful hearts. Even though I knew I should rush, I did take more time relishing the taste than I should have." Erkenfried said as he then realized there was blood on his lips which he then quickly wiped away with the back of his hand.

[Altruistic Paladins]

Makoto and Sakura

The two then disappeared from the gym into a nearby hallway, Sakura clearly in a panic. Makoto and Sakura both did not like the reasoning he provided. As the two waited for that situation to die down, Sakura started to explain her reasoning.

"What is that peeping-tom thinking?! 'It is okay for me to look at you naked because I cannot get turned-on by it.' Who, in their right mind, thinks that clothing and privacy laws exist only to prevent people from being aroused?! He genuinely thinks the only reason you wouldn't want women to walk around naked is because you don't want to couple with them! He just cannot conceive of any other reason for female clothing, because he 'spent less time with women than the Eagle moon lander'! Baka backpfeifengesicht! Makoto, remind me to file a restraining order against him so that he can not be near me anywhere in the United States! I am sorry," Sakura said in a angry and stressed tone before finally breaking down into just stressed. She did not like the thought of that, and Makoto agreed with the reasoning as Sakura slid back against a wall. Makoto just put her hand on Sakura's shoulders to try to calm her down. If Bramwell were paying attention, his opinion of Sakura probably would be higher for using a few of those words and the quote she slipped into.

[Hetland 2]

Chram stepped away from him, blushing. She moved her hands quickly to cover her body modestly. "I don't know who you are but my body is not for you to peep into." She looked very hostile, her power cores extended and retracting. She felt violated, disturbed and throughly uncomfortable, and as a result kept stepping back.

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Sean nodded. "Sorry, I called you sir because I didn't know your name. Burton... Burton... Ok. And don't worry. I'm good at following people's leads."

"Peep?" He asked confusedly "Oh, peep, related to a act of perversion. No I didn't peep its called information gathering. Peeping is impossible for me considering a couple things. One, I am very bipolar, which means I am either usually very happy and upbeat or very serious, sad, and melancholy. This usually results in me never ever getting in a so called 'peeping mood'. Second, I have a very very very very very traumatic memory that insides about peeping and perversion. You see, during the Vampire War I lost both my parents along with most of my family resulting me in having a utmost fear of loosing anyone close to me." Will started sniffling and his voice started fluctuating "When I found my second family I had one person really close to me who was big brother to me" Will starts crying a bit while still talking. "He was a mega pervert, and he always peeped on ladies from other tribes. When his lower torso was crushed by a rockfall, he looked at me and his last words were "Don't follow my path, and protect the family". He told me never to ever become a pervert and follow the path that he walked" Will continued to cry as thoughts of brother dominated his mind. After a contact in his sense bubble alerted him to where he was he stopped sobbing. "Thats my I can never ever peep" Will said as his voice returned to its normal. "But you still haven't answered my question why do you have high traces of metal inside your body?" He asked.

Chram kept her distance. Her grey eyes leering back at Will, "I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck. You're trauma does not give you the right to violate my privacy." Her voice began to raise in volume. "I don't care if I didn't answer your question you fucking perv!" Chram felt a hand on her shoulder, she whipped around to see Sean staring blankly at her,
"Good morning, little sis." Sean ruffled her hair in his hand, Chram looked away,
"Good morning, elder brother."
Sean cocked his head to the side, "Will, was it? I'd appreciate it if you'd stopped doing that. Its stressing my little sister, which is something I'd appreciate not happening, because even if you don't mean ill by it you're still violating several codes of conduct."
Chram stood behind Sean shivering.

[Terintania]

Jay noticed a lot more people coming in, and wondered how long it would be before the class started...and how much he would fail when it did. He had his echolocation, but that meant he would have to hum the whole time, and even then, he didn't have very fast reflexes. He sighed. He wondered if it was even possible for him to learn how to defend himself. He adjusted his sunglasses, which he was wearing so he didn't creep people out with his sightless gaze or something, and knelt down next to his dog to cuddle with him while he waited for the class to start.

(Charlotte)
Charlotte woke up with a start. She realized that she was late for class. She quickly changed out of her PJs and ran to class. It would suck if she missed the one class she actually gave a crap about. She skidded into the gym and stood there, panting. She didn't even bother to apologize for being late, and just looked around to see who was there.

[Corrian]

After being woken up from her nightmare, she had shouted due to what she had just come out of. As soon as she had woken up and calmed down, realizing that none of it was real and it was just a dream, she pulled her legs to herself on the bed and rocked herself slowly, her eyes watering from everything that had just happened. Looking over to Tara in a grim way after she finished speaking, she simply said "It's okay", in a quiet, grim voice, and she just looked overall grim at the moment. This was not a good way to start off your day. And it was clear that she had no intentions of talking about what had just happened, even if talking about it with someone might help.

There was a long time of her just quietly rocking herself back and forth, trying to keep herself from crying and to calm herself down. But when she heard the mention of them missing breakfast and almost being late to class, she instantly snapped out of her current mode and slipped out of bed, to which she noticed how messed up her covers were, and started to eat the apple and drink the water Tara had mentioned was in her bag, just acting rather...out of it. Like she hadn't slept well, and her nightmare making her even more out of it. Like part of her was dead inside right now.

Even with this being the case, she managed to shower fine, and get ready fine. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue shorts for the class, because it was nice and light, and she figured that was the best for the class. And, following Tara, they managed to get to the gym in alright timing.

Once in the gym, Cassie looked around the classroom in silence, checking to see what it looked like they'd be doing today. It looked like some sort of fighting, which she knew that she needed to learn, as much as her mind was telling her she didn't want to learn how to hurt others. And as more and more people filed in, she just glanced around at them, not really addressing any of them in particular. Except Bramwell, because he had addressed her first. A slight scoff escaped her, but she just responded back with a "Good morning", but it wasn't exactly an overly convincing good morning. In response to her question, she said, "Okay, I think. Tara would know more about how quick my progress is then me".

As more and more people came in, she started to feel her shyness taking over, and just her natural nervousness of being around too many people and having too many possible eyes on her, and from the sound of what was going on over where Will and Chram were, she really didn't want Will looking her way. Overall, after finishing talking to Bramwell, she had just wandered off back by Tara, and waited for the teacher to start the lesson. Part of her was looking forward to the class, and another part wasn't, because she wasn't sure how much she'd be able to actually focus on anything in her current state.

[Caitlin[/b]
Caitlin on the other hand had already been in the class quite a while ago. She was one of the more early arrivals, but still had kept rather quiet. Surprisingly, the more social person had made less actual clear friends, being people that were or would likely be good friends to her for a while. On the other hand, Cassie had managed to make about 2 friends, even if one was only somewhat of a friend. And some acquaintances as well. Not that she hadn't met anyone, because she had definitely met some. Just nobody that was majorly a friend of hers yet.

Caitlin had nodded to everyone in the room in greeting, and when she saw Cassie's current grim look and how she looked rather distant, she started to worry about her, and wondered what was up, but didn't feel like asking her in case she didn't want to talk about it. Her main concern was for her mental state during the class, and how well she'd do because of it. But that wasn't an immediate concern right now, and she could worry about that later. During class.

Most of everything that was going on around her, she hadn't noticed, due to focusing on other particular, more 'interesting' things, like what was up with Cassie, and the dummies in the room, along with the general set-up of the classroom in general. You could say that Caitlin looked excited for the class, even if she didn't know entirely was it was. She could give a general guess, and it made her excited. Anything to expand her experience was good with her.

[Kershya]

During the eleven days, the secret was out, Shade's in complete and total control over Antonio's body. And with that, someone spread a rumor about Shade causing the dragon to appear in an attempt to take over the station or the planet. Another rumor going around is the fact that Antonio has to die to permanently stop the rumored invasion. The staff are trying to stop that rumor from going out of proportion.

Antonio, Gregorio, and Tobias then entered the gym.

"So why did you two suddenly decide to change classes?" Shade ask the two of them.

"He blackmailed me." Toby answered.

"You need some help." Greg answered.

"I'm doing fine." Anton nearly shouted.

"Right, like you shouting at random times is fine?" Toby blurted out.

"I, keep on hearing whispers, very disturbing whispers. Its from the same person but... its just my imagination, so no need to worry."

'I doubt it.' Gregorio thought as he quietly goes to Bramwell.

"Senator Bramwell Volkovich, I presume. Oh, wait, its not 2045, and the Chinese War of Aggression hasn't happen yet." He then rub his temples. "Anyway, I need your help about Antonio."

[Altruistic Paladins]

Bramwell

As Cassie seemed to "avoid" Bramwell, Bramwell did not like the idea he was formulating in his head. Rather than trying to do the feat of understanding body language, tone, and other subtle cues that Bramwell simply did not notice, Bramwell extrapolated on a fact-based manner. He payed attention to exact wording in absence of the ability to understand areas that he had always been disadvantaged in understanding. Cassie had re-directed his inquiry to Tara. He had not talked with Cassie for the past week's time. Without the ability to sort out more details than that among the crowd's boisterous and cacaphonic ambience, he tried to have even the slightest thing to focus on it instead of the sounds that maintained a seige on his senses. At least it would increase his perception of time, even if he would not be capable of ignoring the ambience. He soon realized that he was standing next to Caitlin, and found his opportunity.

"Good morning Caitlin. Are you excited for the class?" Bramwell said in a somewhat stressed tone amid the cacophony of noises. Bramwell's lack of volume control was shining through, as he was quieter than he should have logically been for somebody trying to gain a person's attention amid a small crowd.