Super Hero High: Prometheus Rising (IC, Open)

by **Nakarisaune** » Mon Oct 22, 2012 12:12 am

Roxanne let Scott leave without saying another word. She wasn't sure what to say, or if she would be able to say it. For the past while, she'd just been feeling numb, and this hadn't really helped at all. Perhaps he thought saying that would make up for being here for just three more days and and resigning less than a day after she'd arrived. Even though they'd both tried to make the most of it, it was pretty frustrating, and she felt almost as if it were her fault.
Of course, what hurt far more was the fact that someone had deliberately killed her stepfather, an innocent man who definitely hadn't deserved to be electrocuted to death or whatever had happened. At least she couldn't feel guilty for that.

Rachael woke up in the pod and immediately got out. She hated it inside. It felt so detached from the real world. No-one else seemed to have died yet, which she was happy for. It meant she wouldn't be irritated until someone else finally died. She'd have to get herself killed more often.

by **Mighty Asgard** » Mon Oct 22, 2012 2:07 pm

As the students moved closer to the port, cutting a path through the tall grass, more and more activity could be heard in the trees they had left behind. It was clear that it wasn't caused by the wind, and it was also clear that it wasn't caused by a single creature, but other than the rustling leaves there was no sign of what stalked them. And despite the apparent number of creatures stalking them they weren't attacked, soon reaching the motley collection of buildings.

The harbor was seemingly abandoned except for one person, a very stereotypical grizzled captain leaning against a lamppost while smoking a pipe. As soon as he spotted them he approached, snatching up the parcel quicker than anyone could blink.

"I'll take that," he said, "you lot, get on the boat before those creatures decide to have a snack." He gestured at the small ship docked at the wharf, and began to herd the students towards it with gentle force. Soon they were all aboard, the captain taking his position at the wheel while the students loitered on deck. As the boat pulled away from shore the world began to fade around them, and soon the students found themselves in the empty white room.

"You did good," Dominic said, appearing out of nowhere, "really good. What you did there was to watch out for each other, making sure to maintain the safety of the group. That is the most important part of teamwork; Ensuring that the person next to you is safe, so he can return the favor." Despite the praise he showered the students with, it was obvious that Dominic was concerned about something. "And that's it for today, good job guys."

They all awoke back in the classroom, each in their own pod. Dominic only stayed long enough to instruct the guard to lock the door once all the students had left, and then he hurried off towards the elevators.

by **Altruistic Paladins** » Mon Oct 22, 2012 3:35 pm

Things happened at a rapid pace in the last portion of the simulation, and Bramwell was confused at the abrupt nature of what happened. The seratonin and dopamine lost its effects after what he thought was proper application of genre savvy ended.

"Well, there goes my chance for asking about what I did wrong... Where is Sakura and Makoto?" Bramwell said in a lower modal voice as a bell was striked repeatedly at a high pitch. Bramwell shielded his ears from the percussive pain as he walked to it, Makoto nearby as she pointed to the addhesive note. Bramwell picked it up, his eyes moving rapidly.

"Makoto-sama:"

"I am sorry. I am speaking with Mister Ryota currently, most likely over issues of my grades. I am sorry I have failed you. It could be a while before this is finished. I am sorry for my absence. I will try to make amends for it however you may want it. I am sorry for my failure of my responsibilities."

"Apologetically,"
"Sakura-me"

As Bramwell read the note silently, Bramwell re-established the telepathic link with Makoto so she would know what the message read. Bramwell was confused, but could empathize with the statement. Makoto decided that she needed a visual shorthand for Bramwell to establish the telepathic link due to a want to keep her thoughts to herself for a minute, a sentiment Bramwell shared. The two then headed for a different area in silence. Makoto was confused by why Sakura used the word "me" at the end of the letter, but did not mind. Bramwell could recognize what it meant, and it gave him a new idea about Sakura.

Last.FM · by **Corrian** » Mon Oct 22, 2012 9:08 pm

Cassie wasn't appreciating the long climb very much. She was into the whole idea of hiking, but due to her upbringing, never really got the chance to hike, so the climb was wearing her out quickly, making her pant. She was thinking that maybe she should of brought a water bottle with her, but she didn't really expect to be hiking when she headed to the simulation. But even with her clearly wearing out, which wasn't really helped with the fact she strained herself with her abilites, she still kept up, and didn't tell anyone that she needed a break. Probably because she was all about the others and didn't like keeping people waiting, because she was just too polite. Also, the rustling wasn't helping her nerves at all. But all she did was follow them, and try hard not to worry about the sounds.

When they stopped, she just listened to them all silently, and watched them. Hearing the rustling noises she did what you'd obviously expect from Cassie, and she was wishing she knew what these new sounds may look like, so she could try and see where it was. But at the same time, she didn't want to use her abilities so she didn't strain herself. Pretty much to everything else, from Bramwell's rambling to Sarah cutting the grass, she just watched, or listened, while staying on high alert for anything that might jump out at them and kill them.

As they moved closer to the port, Cassie kept looking over her shoulder to see if she could get a glimpse of what was following them. Or, more like, she was frightened of the creatures, so she was on very high alert as they walked to the port.

When they got to the port, she seemed relieved, and she let out a sigh while watching the captain carefully. When they were told to get on the ship, she obeyed without a second thought, and hopped on the ship, but feeling uncomfortable being around all the people on one ship. Mostly because she got uncomfortable around a bunch of people, but the second part was that they were on a ship, and there was no where to go to get away from the crowds when she got uncomfortable, and she just didn't like the concept of crowded boats.

Caitlin just followed around and did nothing noteworthy through the entire thing.

When they went back to the boring white room and got praise from Dominic, she was relieved that the simulation was over, and smiling from them all getting praise. Other then that, she didn't really say anything, though she did look worried when she noticed that Dominic was concerned. But she decided to not dwell on it, and let it go, figuring if it was that bad he would say something.

As soon as she got out of the pod, she went over to Tara. 'How do you deal with all the stress and worrying in events like this? I get extremely worried in the simulation, I'm afraid how I will act in a real event...' She said to Tara in her typical shy tone. Not that anything Tara told her would make her able to be any calmer. 'I'm not sure if I can do the mission well.....I don't want to be a burden....' She said, letting out a sigh and frowning, losing her earlier smile from the praise.

by **Mighty Asgard** » Tue Oct 23, 2012 11:58 am

Three days later
The angry buzzing of the alarm clock on his nightstand woke Tyler, for which he was rather happy as it interrupted a bad dream. With a small deal of effort he got out of bed and tried to rub the sleep from his eyes, seriously considering just going back to sleep instead. He wasn't feeling any great deal of enthusiasm for the day ahead of him, the day of the mission he wouldn't get to go on. The list of who had been accepted to go had been put up the day before, and he wasn't on it. This meant that he would be stuck up on the school in classes run by substitute teachers as several of the regular teachers were accompanying the mission team. One of the classes was a sim class, and the guard boss Jenkins would be in charge of it again. Despite his politeness and kind demeanor Tyler had never trusted Jenkins, there just seemed to be something off about him.

With no enthusiasm at all he prepared for the day ahead of him, quickly jumping in the shower, getting dressed, and making a token effort at tidying up his room a bit before heading out to breakfast. Most of the other students were still not out and about so the corridors were mostly abandoned except for the guard patrols and some teachers. As he neared the cafeteria the enticing smell of food drew him in, his stomach grumbling rather fiercely, but when he entered the room he remained standing near the doors as he spotted something odd. The principal was seated at one of the teachers' tables, which in itself was odd since he was rarely seen in the cafeteria, and sitting next to him was someone Tyler had never seen before. A tall man dressed in a neat gray suit and tie, blond hair neatly combed back and piercing blue eyes alternating between watching the principal and observing the rest of the room. It occurred to Tyler that this man was probably Scott's replacement for the position of Power Ethics teacher, the rumor mill said that they'd be getting one, and it also occurred to him that he looked like a stereotypical nazi bad guy from the movies.

With a grin he went to get some food for himself, taking a seat at an empty table once he had loaded a plate with some fried eggs and ham.

by **Camicon** » Tue Oct 23, 2012 12:40 pm

The group made it's way slowly through the cleared patches of tall grass, with an increasing amount of activity along the tree line, though there still seemed to be no activity in the grass, and the shape-shifting boy hadn't come back down to warn us of anything coming our way. I was bracing myself for a rush en masse, and didn't fully relax until we had handed the package over to the sailor-type person standing on the pier, before boarding the boat and ending the simulation.

The pods all opened up, and as all the students began climbing out of them Dominic rushed into the room, congratulated us and swirled back out of the room all within the same breath. It left my frowning, wondering if the praise had been genuine, or if he was merely trying to get out of the room as quickly as possible to deal with a problem he didn't feel we had a right to know.

Corrian wrote:'How do you deal with all the stress and worrying in events like this? I get extremely worried in the simulation, I'm afraid how I will act in a real event... I'm not sure if I can do the mission well.....I don't want to be a burden....'

When Cassie came up to my side, I pushed my suspicions away. Wasn't anything I could do about it anyways.

"I don't know, actually. I just start reacting. Besides, somebody needs to take control of the situation, otherwise we'd end up with another debacle, like before the last mission. It's not like I enjoy ordering people around, and constantly shouting down Bramwell when he starts rambling. I'd much rather just go and deal with everything myself. But I can't, not really. Not without getting everyone else getting hurt, because they're all arguing about whether or not the sky is blue, or something. Besides there are a lot of things some people can do that I'll never be able to do. Like you, with your future-seeing stuff. I'll never be able to do that, no matter how hard I practice at it. But knowing how to fight people? Anyone can learn that. Give it enough time and practice, and you'd be as good as I am now. And your people-finding ability? Heck, we'll be able to find the Chupacabra so much easier with that. Save us weeks or months of wandering around aimlessly."

The last three days had gone by fairly quickly. The classes went as usual, assignment were handed out and handed in. And the mission list had been posted as well. I was on it, which didn't particularly surprise me. I'd done more on the last mission than most of the other students, and I was doing well in the simulation classes they were giving us. The morning of the mission I got up early, before Cassie, showered and dressed, and then sat quietly, getting myself mentally prepared for to coming day.

by **Zarkenis Ultima** » Tue Oct 23, 2012 4:34 pm

After cutting a suitable path through the grass, Sarah kept advancing, looking back every now and then to make sure that the others were still tagging along. Naturally, since she was the one heading forward first and cutting down the grass, she was also the first to arrive at the destination, though this did not really mean anything, because she wasn't the one that was holding the package they were supposed to deliver.

When they were all on the ship and the simulation concluded, Sarah simply listened to Dominic's words of praise, easily seeing that he was concerned, but appreciating his comments nonetheless.

Afterwards, she opened her eyes and got out of the simulation pad, looking around for a bit before noticing that she hadn't let go of Tyler's blood. She immediately stopped trying to control it, hoping that he hadn't noticed, though she wouldn't have caused any damage either way.
- - -
Three days later...
Sarah woke up, stretching and yawning. She had a smile on her face. For some reason, she had slept much better than other days, and was currently feeling well, in a particularly good mood. Not that she was ever seen in a bad mood, she was a bit too calm for that, but she was usually... Neutral.

Upon waking up, the first thing Sarah did was simply sit there and think for a moment, remembering everything about that day. It was the day of the mission, she knew that, and she also knew that she had been accepted to go into the mission, since she had read it the previous day. And, while she wasn't thrilled about going on a Chupacabra hunt, she was certainly glad to be able to go and assist the other students.

But anyways, she then stood up and stretched some more, before heading off to take a shower and then getting dressed. Over the course of the past three days, she had borrowed a needle and some thread from another student, so her clothes were now much more presentable, though if one looked carefully the patches were visible.

After showering and dressing, Sarah headed out to get breakfast, as she suspected that she would need quite a bit of energy for the upcoming mission. And as she entered the cafeteria, she noted that there were few people there, among them Principal Anderson and an unknown person, some staff member she supposed. Either way, she assumed it was probably nothing worthy of concern, and once she got a plate with pancakes on it, she went to look for a seat, glad that Caitlin had taught her how to eat pancakes. It was much easier that way.

Spotting Tyler, Sarah went to sit down next to him. "Greetings. How are you doing Tyler?" She asked, still with a smile on her face.

Raymond simply followed the rest of the group along the path as Sarah continued clearing it, his hopes of getting a conflict growing dimmer by the second. While a fight was probably not a favorable event in these circumstances, he felt like his power hadn't benefitted from this whole trip at all, and it was significantly weaker than that of the other students, so he felt like he needed the training. During his life he had not relied too much on his power, but with the deal about the missions he thought that excercising it wouldn't hurt. Nor would the money.

Either way, when the simulation finished, Raymond was fairly dissappointed, but also relieved that, at least, it didn't take any longer. Dominic's words of encouragement were nice too, though he couldn't help but notice that something seemed to be wrong with the Mexican.

Either way, once the simulation was over, Raymond stepped out of his pod, checking his pocket to see if his trusty coin was still in there, and confirming that it was. He then simply headed off to train by himself for a bit.
- - -
Three days later...
Raymond opened his eyes, feeling rather tired. During the past three days, he had been paying special attention to training his powers, though it didn't mean that he was relying on them more than usual, he simply excercised them regularly in order to develop them a litle bit, so that they became stronger. It did mean, however, that he had been exerting himself some more lately, thus his tiredness.

He just wanted to go back to sleep, classes be damned. However, rolling around in his bed, he came to see a post-it note on the wall next to his bed (In fact, he almost smacked his face against it), and, reading it, he immediately remembered that he had an experiment planned for that day. He didn't wish to postpone it, so, with renewed motivation, he forced himself to stand up and stretch himself, yawning all the while.

Once out of bed, Raymond went to shower and get dressed, before heading over to the cafeteria. He supposed that, if he ate quickly enough, perhaps he could do his experiment before the first period. That didn't mean he wouldn't stop to talk to someone if they wanted to, though, he was in no hurry, he simply wanted to get it done that day.

Finally arriving at the cafeteria, Raymond noticed that there was too little people in there, so he simply went to get a plate with scrambled eggs and ham on it, and then walked over and sat down on an empty table, before starting to eat.

by **Kershya** » Tue Oct 23, 2012 10:24 pm

Three days ago...

"I call upon a fellow servant of Balance. Help me cut the connection through this." Gregorio said as he spreads the blood from his wound to the large metal scissors. A pair of eyes appeared on the scissors for a brief moment. Concentrating, Gregorio see the threads of connections coming from Raijin, who's currently freaking out, until he found the one he seeks and snips it. Raijin became very quiet.

"I-its gone, the voice, its gone. Finally." He muttered.

"Raijin, tell me, what happened in Antonio." Gregorio asked.

"Ok, I was simply enjoying myself, skydiving with a skateboard. But I felt something's wrong, like I wasn't really free to do what I want. I woke up. It was weird, seeing everyone else and myself. I was some living humanoid lighting. Well, I was then able to break free from those shadow bindings and escape. But the shadow didn't like that. So I run, following some glowing wisp and reach a mirror. I was told to break it and be free from the shadow but there was something about the light, something weird about it. So I didn't accept its request to be free, so it entered my head. The mirror shattered and I was in the hospital room. But then the whispers started. It was making me go mad, what it said. The futility of freedom, the sheer nihilism of life. It was making me crazy. But its gone now, thank you." Raijin said before he fell asleep.

Present day
A video starts to play...

"To Mr. Anderson, I apologize for telling you in this matter. But I simply have to find a way to tell you this." Gregorio said, "I may not know what your plan is but you must be ready. I neutralize Raijin. He won't go crazy anymore. The mana elemental was able to influence him. By calling upon the help of the Duke of Cancellation, I was able to cut the mana elemental's influence from him. I may not agree to what you might do but I'll have to tell you of my plan. It is both simple and dangerous. Every personality of Antonio must be release and free of the mana elemental's influence. With that, they will make a magic circle that would end this game of worlds once and for all. When the symbols of Law and Chaos unite, thus halts the coming void. This is what the Lady of True Prophecy told me. Skimming through my memories, I know what the symbols are, Law is a line pointing up while Chaos is eight lines going through the eight directions. A fellow student named Bramwell Volkovich might help me in neutralizing the other personalities without them going crazy under the mana elemental's influence, by sending me inside Antonio's mind. But I must mentally prepare myself, I will meditate until the time I'll enter Antonio's mind." Gregorio said.

End video...

by **Nakarisaune** » Wed Oct 24, 2012 12:13 am

Rachael had skipped most classes these past three days. They were all boring anyway, and not a single one had helped. She could still barely control water, even when she sat in her room alone and concentrated on a puddle. There wouldn't even be a ripple on it, and certainly nothing to show any kind of action. She'd practice almost all day from waking up to eventually passing out when she got too tired to keep her eyes open. She still hadn't been eating much; it took too much time.
Today, thankfully, there was a mission that shouldn't be too power-intensive. She wasn't sure why she'd been accepted. Surely someone would have figured out that she'd been somehow involved in the murder - though if they had, they'd refused to tell Rachael at all.
She was reluctant to leave her bed this morning, seeing as she'd barely slept and it was so comfortable. After showering and dressing and making herself seem at least partly presentable, she trudged to the cafeteria.
As soon as she entered, she stopped in her tracks. There was a new guy there, with odd blue eyes that seemed to be scanning the room. He appeared to be a detective of some sort. He'd see her and arrest her immediately, because it was quite obvious, really, she should have thought to cover her trail more, and then she'd be sent off to prison and Ruby would hate her. When he looked around, their eyes almost met; Rachael scowled at him and continued walking.

by **Altruistic Paladins** » Wed Oct 24, 2012 3:37 pm

Over the past three days, progress moved along predictably. The three got their costumes. Sakura transfered classes and her grades rose noticably, Bramwell oddly tried spending time with Chram, and Makoto continued to not functioning well. It was morning, and the three were at the cafeteria. Bramwell regrouped with the two after morning exercises. Makoto had a white t-shirt with a rose design that seemed to relate to something else, blue cap, and black nylon pants. Sakura still wore fatigues. In a more recent time, the three got breakfast."... I forgot about and that drink offer for Sarah and that proposal I was going to make to Cassie did I not?" Bramwell asked rhetorically at a relatively quiet corner of the cafeteria alongide Makoto and Sakura at a circular desk. Makoto gave an odd stare that Bramwell failed to recognize while Sakura almost gagged.

"Bramwell, your choice of words was not exactly optimal," Sakura tried to say, insinuating that he may want to use different words.

"Did I make an error in my syntax, grammar, or pronounciation?" Bramwell asked confusedly.

"No, it is something else. You are aware of the difference of the denotation and conotations of a word?"

"Yes, I know the difference between the dictionary definition of a word and the societal connections of a word," Bramwell said.

"Please demonstrate it then," Sakura asked. Bramwell just sat in place, eyes moving rapidly as he tried to find an example. Sakura stared for a minute before realizing that she may have assigned a task that would probably require a few hours of contemplation for he to find an example.

"The dictionary definitions of 'theory' allows for such definitions that make it appear to be no different from conjecture. As a scientific term, a dictionary should not promote that definition and use the scientific definition. The common parlance's definition of 'short-term memory' can range from a day to several weeks in length when its actual length is no longer than thirty seconds in humans, though it seems cats have a short-term memory of ten minutes if a study I read in Current Biology is to be trusted," Bramwell said, slowly drifting off-topic onto a different subject as Sakura sipped iced tea.

"Wait, Felix has a better memory than me? Why did evolution have to be so wasteful? First the Clark's nutcracker birds have exteroception at a point where they can remember where every single item in their territory is and now cats do not need maintenence rehearsal or elaborative rehearsal," Sakura said, accidentally following Bramwell into an unrelated conversation as Makoto regreted being out of Sakura's view and Bramwell now being focused exclusively on the conversation.

"Appearently, we did not have circumstances were remembering every single item in our territory was a factor in survival alongside remembering things for more than thirty seconds," Bramwell said as rolled the hard-boiled eggs around his plate.

"'I have no tail, and I must swing'. A coccyx would not be helpful when I instead should have the ability to remember things for twenty-times what I can currently do," Sakura said.

"Ramen brother, I am sorry. I mean whatever term you would prefer I to use. Anyway, what is a 'coccyx' and was that a 'Freman's Mind' reference to another reference?" Bramwell asked.

"Number one, whatever rolls-off the tongue is the best since that is a saying. Number two, I do use the internet and browse through TV Tropes to come across that quote and maybe watch one or two videos or maybe several tens and get the reference, however much I wish I did not understand the reference. Number three, 'we need to go deeper'. Number four, the coccyx is all that remains of our once prominent tails. Number five, why should the octopi be the only ones to enjoy supercharged memories?" Sakura said. By this point, Makoto gave up her attempts to signal the two. Bramwell was now officially incapable of catching the visual attention of due to a certain reason. He stacked jam containers into a tower, and Makoto gave-up in response to that.

"Should I venture a guess that you read 'Cracked' by any chance, as I think you may have read their article on animals with better memories than humans," Bramwell said, deeply engrossed with his efforts to create the tallest tower he could out-of jam containers.

"Yes, but it is a wiki walk waiting to happen. Nobody casually reads 'Cracked', so I try to avoid reading it at less-than-ideal times. I have 'notic... I just participated in a wiki-walk, didn't I?" Sakura said in an embarrased tone.

"I am not sure, but you did use a contraction," Bramwell said, just five containers away from going to get more jam containers.

"I have it now. We were talking about denotations and connotations of words, Jerry," Sakura said as she regained her composure. "Bramwell, could you demonstrate the denotations and connotations of a word which does not have a scientific definition," Sakura said. Bramwell took nearly a minute. He stared at the tower intensly. Just three more pieces would be required to use all construction materials.

"The word 'nationalism' is often conflagrated as being xenophobic. There is no direct connotation within the base word itself, as there are no definitions of the singular word specifically requiring it to be so. While there are such ideological subgroups as ethnic nationalism, there is actually a sub-division of the ideology of nationalism called 'liberal nationalism' that seeks to avoid xenophobia and is very much based in opposition to such things as religious nationalism. Speaking of dennotations and connotations of what liberalism is, people often seem to conflagrate it with either communism or as somehow being contradictory to libertarianism," Bramwell said as he placed another piece onto the tower of jam.

"Please, let us try to avoid bringing politics to this thing. People generally will change their perceptions of somebody if their politics are brought-up," Sakura said in a panic.

"I am sorry if you percieved it as being politically involved, but I was not. I was just using an academic definition of ideologies and how people often confuse them for the sake of insult or other abuse of words," Bramwell said as he watched the structurally unsound tower as he carefully placed one more jam packet onto it.

"I am sorry Dad. Bramwell, would you prefer I say, 'the current status is poor, but that is the way it has been consistently,' or, 'situation normal, all fucked-up'," Sakura said in a hushed whisper before raising her voice. Bramwell knocked down his tower of jam, sending it flying to the rest of the table in a chaotic mess. Makoto saw an opportunity, and tried to get the two's attention to intervene telepathically.

"I am sorry. I rolled an one on my listen check. Please tell me what I actually heard," Bramwell said in a panic, thinking that he had a paracusia. Makoto was unsure about whether he was shocked by Sakura dropping a f-bomb or his tower of jam crumbling back to its base layers.

"Bramwell, I am being direct here. You are not mishearing. Would you prefer I say, 'the status is poor, but that is the way it has been consistely,' or, 'situation normal, all fucked-up.' They both have the same meaning," Sakura said.

"The first one is what I prefer," Bramwell said as he stared disappointedly at the remains of a once adequate tower.

"One has no connotations, and the other has vulgar connotations. Do not use 'proposal' in the context you just said. 'Proposal' is associated with announcing the intent to marry a person. Do not use that word or any related words when talking about ideas you have for people. It is awkward to hear that," Sakura said. By this point, Makoto just gave Sakura a tip of her blue cap.

"The point has been conceeded. Thank you for warning me about that. Would it be okay to defend my point about semantics and ideology at a later time?" Bramwell asked in a calmer tone, as he started to rebuild the tower. After a sigh, Sakura spoke.

"Yes, please do so at a later time," Sakura said in a more relaxed tone. "I am sorry about the tower and the cuss word."

"You have nothing to apologize for saying. I am just a horrible stacker. On the other hand, I would take more offense to 'cuss' than 'SNAFU'. At least the later is military jargon. 'Expletive' would be perfectly fine," Bramwell said, a smile on his countenance.

by **Mighty Asgard** » Thu Oct 25, 2012 6:08 am

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Spotting Tyler, Sarah went to sit down next to him. "Greetings. How are you doing Tyler?" She asked, still with a smile on her face.

Tyler looked up when someone spoke to him, seeing that it was Sarah. "Hey Sarah. I'm doing all right, I suppose," he answered, "a little annoyed that I wasn't accepted to go on the mission is all. Didn't really expect that they'd let me, I think the teachers have a problem with me or something." He shrugged, "can't really do anything about it though."

After taking a sip from his glass he continued, "you were accepted though, right? I think I saw your name on the list."

Last.FM · by **Corrian** » Thu Oct 25, 2012 8:34 am

Before Time Skip
Cassie silently listened to Tara, and looked at the ground, also looking like she was thinking about something. She then nodded to Tara, and said "At least they seemed more on track this time", then went back to listening. When she talked about her ability, she smiled a little, but that was all she did when responding to that. And when she discussed the fact that anyone could get good at fighting, she just nodded, but still didn't seem very enthusiastic about the idea of being able to actually fight and possibly hurt others in a physical way, just like her father did to her all the time. To what she said last, she looked at the ground again. 'But I have to either see it or see a picture of it first to be able to track it....I don't know if the picture needs to be entirely accurate. I just need something to go off of. For you, I've seen you so much now that you stick in my head, and I could always be able to track you. But for new stuff I haven't tracked.....' She said to Tara, letting out a sigh and shaking her head. 'Excuse what I said earlier....about me being a boredon.....I was just being hard on myself....I don't know why I said that.....' She blabbered, and shook her head again.

After and during Time Skip
Not much really happened in Cassie's world during the three days, except the typical classes. She was doing better at school here then she ever did at any school since her father went even more on a violent, drunken, downards spiral. Really, her grades weren't bad at all. Maybe not great. She was no straight A student. But she did good, compared to her F's she got a lot before, just because she couldn't focus at all due to all the distractions that plagued her mind. It got so bad that the school told her parents about her poor grades, to which her father just punished her for it by abusing her even more. Which she then told him WHY her grades were as bad as they were, and he thought she was full of shit and told her to 'grow up and stop acting pathetic', and that he was just 'making her tough'. Cassie had to always wonder how, no matter how much she dislikes using harsh words like 'hate', how she avoided saying that she hated her father before.

Another thing that happened during the 3 days was that Cassie hadn't had a single nightmare the entire 3 days. Which was good, since she was used to having one every single day, which just made it even harder for her to wake up enthusiastically in the morning. Always being troubled by nightmares didn't help either. Truthfully, she actually had a quite good dream, the first time for her to have a good dream in years. And that good dream was last night, which was a perfect day for her to have a good dream. Because of it, she woke up in her first real good mood in a long time. Though, once she remembered that she was about to go on an actual mission, even if it didn't sound like a massively dangerous one, her happier mood was dampered a little. Part of her was surprised that she was actually accepted. She figured she was probably selected solely because of her ability, since she was useless for anything else.

She pushed herself up in the bed, rubbed her eyes, and looked over to Tara and smiled. Which was a good sign already, because she rarely smiled as soon as she got up. Usually because she was too groggy, had a bad nightmare, or was just not that cheery in general in the morning. 'Good morning Tara' She said with a smile on her face, pushing back the thoughts of the day for now. She pushed herself out of bed, looked around for a moment, then went and grabbed a pair of blue jeans, a basic t-shirt, and her blue, long-sleeved jean jacket to put over her t-shirt because she didn't like only wearing t-shirts for reasons only known to her. Even on hot days she refused to wear t-shirts without something over it. Same deal with shorts. She never wore shorts. And the last thing you would ever see Cassie in would be a skirt or a dress. The chances of that were next to nothing. After she got everything she needed, she smiled at Tara and headed off to shower.

After the shower, she headed straight to the cafeteria after grabbing her IPod, which she was looking through as she walked, though keeping good watch to not be one of those people who stare at their phone and pay absolutely no attention to anyone in their path. When she got to the cafeteria, she went and got small portions of food, what seemed to not be really enough for breakfast, and went and sat alone. Which was a little weird for her to do when she's in the best mood she's been in a long time. Probably because that was just in her nature, to sit alone. It's not like it bothered her. There, she just ate her food slowly and listened to some new music she hadn't listened to before, that she wanted to check out.

Caitlin
Caitlin had a pretty normal 3 days as well. Good grades, probably on a better level then Cassie, if only a little, and fairly happy days. Well, Caitlin was pretty much always happy. Not overly cheery and happy, but happy. It wasn't in Caitlin's nature to be overly cheery and happy, but it wasn't in her nature to be sad, worried, nervous, and depressed frequently either.

The day of the mission, she just got up and did her typical morning routines, which were similiar to Cassie other then the fact Caitlin was perfectly fine wearing t-shirts, shorts, skirts, dresses, and so on, unlike Cassie. Caitlin didn't actually notice that with Cassie, though, because she wasn't one to overly analyze someones wardrobe. She was one to comment on peoples wardrobe though, only when she had positive things to say. She wasn't one to be all 'your clothes are totally out of style and weird'. She didn't care how people dressed. Still, she commented on peoples outfits she liked, especially if it was creative and clear that they tried their own thing instead of just wearing whats cool and popular to wear.

After her morning chores, she went straight to the cafeteria, got a plate full of food, and sat down somewhere at random at the place where the Vigilante's seemed to sit. She then just ate her food and pondered the mission ahead, excited for the mission. It was a weird one that didn't make much sense to her, like why the hell they were told to try and find it. She had this feeling they had more important issues to take care of then going on a wild goose chase after a Chupacabra. But that didn't mean she wasn't excited for the mission. If not only because she loved the idea of helping, and missions were good for that. For a while, she just thought of the mission, and what the Chupacabra would look like, along with what exactly they'd be doing.

by **Zarkenis Ultima** » Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:47 am

Sarah listened to Tyler speak as she began eating her breakfast, not pleased with hearing that he hadn't been accepted on the mission this time either. He was one of the more helpful students around, but then again, she supposed that if he miscalculated and used too much of his power, it could cause serious damage.

When Tyler asked a question of his own, Sarah swallowed her food before answering. "Yes, I was accepted to go into the mission. I thought that, since there will be no soldiers around this time, I should go and help in case someone gets injured out there." She explained. "I don't think the teachers have a problem with you, though. You haven't done anything bad, as far as I can remember. Maybe they're just concerned about your abilities. You have a lot of power but you seem to have difficulty controlling it." She commented afterwards. "Still, though, I think they should have accepted you." She said, and then continued eating.

by **Altruistic Paladins** » Thu Oct 25, 2012 12:50 pm

"Excuse me," Bramwell said as he noticed Cassie. He proceeded to get out of his chair and headed over to Cassie, sitting next to her. "I am sorry for forgetting that offer I had made and for interrupting anything you may have been doing. I have been thinking about the possibilities of future-vision and telepathy. I think that there is potential in working together that would be beneficial. Would you like to hear the deal I would like to put-up for consideration?" Bramwell said in a rehearsed manner. He was speaking slower than he traditionally did for reasons that were not discernable at the time. He was clearly trying to exude an air of professional ease, something that he was having trouble doing.

Last.FM · by **Corrian** » Thu Oct 25, 2012 1:31 pm

Cassie saw Bramwell come over, and she took out her earbuds to listen to him and talk to him. She smiled at him in what seemed to be an actual cheery way, unlike what he would be used to when he saw her smile, if he had ever really seen her smile. Usually her smiles seemed forced, or was just a half-hearted smile. Or a sad smile.

'It's fine Bramwell' She said with that same smile. She didn't really care. Unlike some people, she could forgive people for a lot of things. Though, there were definitely limits where she wouldn't forgive someone. Like her best friend betraying her the way he did. To the next part, she looked interested by her look she gave him. And then, she started smiling again. 'Sure' She said to him, and she put her earbuds back in, but turned her sound way down so she could hear Bramwell well. 'I can still hear you, just so you know' She told him, to make sure he didn't think that she agreed to hear what he had to say then completely block him out. Her music was just quiet background noise right now, meaning it was quiet enough that while people talked, she wouldn't even be able to focus on the music over him.

by **Altruistic Paladins** » Thu Oct 25, 2012 2:05 pm

"It is nice to know that somebody else can listen to a conversation and music simultaneously. Where was I going with this? Okay, I was thinking about how I am probably one of the least empathetic people here. I cannot understand people without being told what they are experiencing. Joy, sadness, pain, and contentment are all things I have trouble recognizing. Telepathy seems to be compensation for this deficiency in it. I can actually see and understand people's emotions and concerns if I use it. I understand that you dislike your powers to some extent. It makes me wonder if these visions can benefit from another perspective. Multiple eyes allow depth perception. I wonder if future sight is similar to that? Going beyond that, what if another perspective acted similarly to an eye in the sky assisting people on the ground? What if I could assist your powers?" Bramwell said. He paced his words as he tried to keep himself calm by envisioning himself in his room still to take advantages of the context effect. There was a faux calm to his speech.

Last.FM · by **Corrian** » Thu Oct 25, 2012 2:38 pm

'I think I'm listening more to you then my music, though' Cassie responded with a bit of a laugh. To the rest, she listened in silence, focusing on what Bramwell said the best she could. She thought of how it must suck not to be able to recognize if people are in pain, are happy and joyful, and so on, but thought at the same time she would like that at times. What she wished she had was the ability to not feel sadness. That would be a relief for her. Hell, she'd probably be happy to have her memory erased, to forget what she went through.

'Yeah, I do....But for a different reason then really the powers themselves. Except my precognition ability....if it worked right, and didn't show me visions at random, while giving me a headache, I'd be fine with it....But it's annoying. The main thing I'm worried about is the fact I have abilities bad people would love to have...would love to make me use against my will for their evil-doing. Not only do I have the ability to see the future, but I can track where people are just from looking at pictures...usually. I'm the perfect combination of powers that someone would want to use for their advantage, and there are probably few people like me in the world.....' Cassie said, letting out a sigh and shaking a little, before she pushed that thought back deeper into her mind. She wanted to say something else, but kept it to herself.

Hearing the next part of what Bramwell said, she seemed a little surprised. Mostly at the fact that might actually work, and she was curious if it did. At the same time, she was a little nervous to try it, in case it did cause some problems that might be worse then what she already has with the abilities. But the idea of possibly learning how to control her ability better, which she obviously learned a little bit of in class as well, made her more on the interested side. 'It could be worth a try.....' Was all Cassie said in response.

by **Altruistic Paladins** » Thu Oct 25, 2012 5:27 pm

"It is nice that we were able to reach a favorable conclusion," Bramwell said in the still present awkward pace. "I hope that I did not make an analogy considering how analogies fall with closer inspection of them. I will try it next time if you have one. Luckily, I can recognize somebody grabbing oxygen. The next time you have foresight, I will try to see what I can do, assuming that you do not have control of this ability or you always go for the oxygen when you do that or another easily recognizable sign of pain. I can recognize certain signs of pain, as collapsing is generally not a indicator of positive things alongside other signs as is bleeding profusely," Bramwell said. He was no longer as tense or as paced. "It has been a while ever since we talked, I mean about anything other than important things. It would be nice to talk about something less serious, such as hobbies or interests. So, what do you do for fun?" Bramwell said calmly and casually. "What am I doing? I must be prying. I am sorry if I am being intrusive," Brawell said in a quick manner, embarrased about a percieved faux pas.

by **Orinon** » Thu Oct 25, 2012 6:11 pm

Three days have passed, and so how have everybody's favourite extraterrestrials adjusted?

As the Headmaster entered his office, he would find his computer powered on already, his email suite open, and a holographic projection of Kara standing about a floor tall standing on his desk. Her outfit had changed, along with her colour, to a somewhat stereotypical schoolgirl uniform and a slightly darker shade of blue.
"Good morning. You've got some new students showing up today, along with a new staff member. A psychologist, I believe. Also, I went and delete all the spam in your email, and there was a lot, and defragged your hard drive," she said in a cheery tone with a friendly smile.

The alarm lasted all of two seconds before a throwing knife was embedded in it's casing. Sitting up with a groan, Abigale swore as a spike of pain shot through her. Grabbing the bottle of painkillers she had received from the station's doctor, she took the recommended dose, then took a second pill to counteract the sudden onset of sleepiness. Of course, thanks to the differences in Homo sapiens genetic makeup compared to Homo sapiens terrvas, the name she had decided to give her own Colonial race, this drug also had a side effect. However, this one was more annoying then anything, and consisted of a numb feeling on the roof of her mouth. Stepping out of bed and wandering into her bathroom, she examined her bare scar in the mirror, tracing the ugly mark from start to end. After a few moments staring at herself in the mirror, she grabbed a hairbrush and begun dragging it through her hair.

Markus had already been awake for nearly an hour, and was beating the crap out of a punching bag in the gym. Avoiding hitting the bag with his exposed artificial arm, in fear of ripping the bad apart, he wailed on the thing with passion, his mind working.
I know she's up to something. I don't know what. All I know is that it isn't good, and it involves Earth, he mused. With a final punch, he stepped away from the bag and wiped some sweat from his forehead.
She knows that I'll try to stop her eventually. Which means she knows how to take me out of the picture. That's... Somewhat scary.

Josh woke with his alarm, and managed to turn it off without violence. After a shower and putting some clothes on, he left his dorm and wandered to the cafeteria. After collecting what appeared to be enough food for two people, he sat a good distance away from most of the other students and put his headphones. After skipping to a song he felt like listening to, he opened his book to where he left off, a recounting of the First Battle of Rainia (one of the few battles in the war where the Cylons came out on top, via surprising the Colonial and Avaloni fleets mid combat and smashing both), and began eating at a respectable pace, tapping his foot to the music.

Last.FM · by **Corrian** » Thu Oct 25, 2012 6:22 pm

Cassie thought Bramwell's way of wording things was interesting. She actually liked it, because she liked people that were different and weren't just like everyone else. It made you have a unique personality. She didn't really consider her own personality unique, except maybe the fact that she was too nice. That would be about it, though. 'It would be nice to be able to eventually control my foresight, though.....without it coming at random and giving me cluster headaches' She said with a sigh, shaking her head. To him talking about the signs of pain, she nodded. She wasn't even sure she was an expert at telling signs of pain, so she knew what he meant. When he talked about the fact they haven't really talked about anything except important stuff recently, she nodded, and then agreed that talking about something else would be a good idea. 'No, it's fine...It would be good to talk' She said with a smile. She looked like she was thinking for a moment, before she continued. 'I write a lot....I also like to dance here and there, but I get too embarrassed and self-conscious doing it around others.....That's about it, really, other then listening to music and looking at stuff on the computer' She told him, hoping that was good enough. Now if he was prying about certain subjects, like why she acts the way she does, being so nervous, worried, and shaky all the time, she would freeze up and not tell him. Though, her being so nervous, worried, and shaky all the time had a lot to do with just it being her personality, but her life didn't help. There was plenty of things he could talk about that would make her freeze up.

by **Altruistic Paladins** » Fri Oct 26, 2012 5:12 am

"What kind of thing do you search for on a computer?" Bramwell asked. As he asked that, he pulled a chart out of his binder. It looked like the periodic table of elements, but something looked different about it. The f-block was between the s-block and the d-block, which was different from the simplified chart given by Abigale. "Would you mind if I refreshed my knowledge of this minute mission while I listen," Bramwell said. He considered the assignment to remember the first twenty elements according to atomic number to be easy to a certain extent. He took advantage of the concept of "chunking", the process of turning multiple units into something memory will treat as one. He had divided it into five units of four, which meant that he simplified the task into learning over the course of three days five items instead of a daunting twenty units.

Last.FM · by **Corrian** » Fri Oct 26, 2012 9:19 am

Cassie shrugged. 'Depends really. Sometimes I look up stuff for school, watch funny videos on YouTube, listen to music on there, and just read random stories of stuff that happens in the world below. Recently I was reading about a story in my home town' She told him, which she then looked distant and sad for a moment, like she was thinking about something. She blinked a few times, and went back to smiling. She shook her head. 'I don't mind at all' She told him.

After that, she just watched him for a moment, before she decided to spend a few minutes listening to a song. And actually listening to it, instead of half listening to it. She told Bramwell that too, so he knew what she was doing. To let the music relax her more, she closed her eyes while she listened to it. But after a while the song was making her sad, and you could tell, if you knew how to tell sadness, because her eyes were getting watery. The song hit a certain point that she actually quickly took out her ear buds, then started to wipe her eyes dry. She didn't want to be depressed right now, but that song took her to a bad place that she didn't want to think of while having a happy day. She loved sad music, but today she just wanted to be happy, and she would rather not listen to that right now. She also hated crying in front of others, and Bramwell was here, so she was also trying to avoid crying because of that.

by **Mighty Asgard** » Fri Oct 26, 2012 12:13 pm

Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Sarah listened to Tyler speak as she began eating her breakfast, not pleased with hearing that he hadn't been accepted on the mission this time either. He was one of the more helpful students around, but then again, she supposed that if he miscalculated and used too much of his power, it could cause serious damage.

When Tyler asked a question of his own, Sarah swallowed her food before answering. "Yes, I was accepted to go into the mission. I thought that, since there will be no soldiers around this time, I should go and help in case someone gets injured out there." She explained. "I don't think the teachers have a problem with you, though. You haven't done anything bad, as far as I can remember. Maybe they're just concerned about your abilities. You have a lot of power but you seem to have difficulty controlling it." She commented afterwards. "Still, though, I think they should have accepted you." She said, and then continued eating.

Tyler shrugged, "I'm concerned about my abilities too, that's why I want the opportunity to train them. I suppose I'll just have to keep at it, maybe I can drop out of all the unnecessary classes to get more time." He looked thoughtful for a moment while chewing on a bite of food, observing Anderson at the other end of the room. "I think I'd prefer if you were in charge of this place," he said, looking at her with a grin, "at least I'd get to come along on the field trips. That's enough to get my vote."

"Not that anyone actually seems to care what we think," he glanced over at the principal again.

Headmaster Anderson
"That is all, and if you have any further questions my door is always open," Anderson said to the newest member of the faculty, rising from his seat. "I hope you'll find your work here rewarding, Mister Erikson."

The tall man rose to shake the headmaster's hand, "thank you, Anderson. I really appreciate this opportunity, and I won't let you down."

Anderson nodded, saying a few final words before heading out, "good luck on the mission, Erikson."

With determined steps he headed out of the cafeteria, taking the elevator up to his office. As he stepped through the door Kara, the alien AI, greeted him cheerfully. She was certainly useful, sorting out information much faster than any human could, and ever since she was installed into the open system efficiency was up by a noticeable margin. That efficiency was why he was willing to overlook some of her eccentricities, like installing video games on the servers and soaking up bandwidth by watching cartoons on the internet.

"Thank you Kara," he said, sitting down behind his desk, "I've already spoken with Mister Erikson." He looked at the holographic girl projected on his desk for a moment, "please ensure that all schedules for new students are organized properly, and sort them into existing classes as necessary." He opened a file on his computer, a list of students. "These students will need to see the psychologist as soon as possible," he explained, "please work such sessions into their schedules starting tomorrow." The list included about a dozen students, among them Tyler, Josh, and Rachael.

John, the tattooed man
John ignored the stream of students pouring out of the dorm, making his way through them in to opposite direction. Within a few minutes he was outside Gregorio's room, only stopping long enough to knock before using his keycard to open the door and enter. Whether Gregorio was fast asleep, meditating, or otherwise occupied was rather irrelevant to him, because he had to speak to the boy urgently.

"Gregorio," he said as the door slid shut behind him, "the Headmaster asked me to speak with you about this plan of yours."

by **Zarkenis Ultima** » Fri Oct 26, 2012 4:03 pm

Sarah listened to Tyler, finishing her food after a few moments as she heard him speak. Putting the plate aside, she continued listening with attention, crossing her arms over the table and resting her head on them, looking up at him, raising her eyebrows at the mention of dropping out of classes. She didn't know that was possible, although she certainly wouldn't consider it even if she had the chance to do that. She still had a lot to learn, more so than probably most of the other students. She even probably learned more about normal school subjects than her powers in this place, but that was likely for the best.

"Well, I doubt I would be better suited to direct a school suspended in outer space than Mr. Anderson. Besides, I would not blame him for being the way he is, just look at what happened under the previous headmasters." She said, choosing to not comment on his plans regarding classes, and directing a glance to the leaving headmaster as she finished her sentence. She didn't think of herself as someone fit to lead a group with her lack of knowledge and all, much less an entire academy for superpowered teenagers.

Looking back at Tyler, she spoke again. "Perhaps I could help you train for a bit until either your classes start or I am called to the shuttle?" She offered.

by **Altruistic Paladins** » Fri Oct 26, 2012 5:08 pm

"Cassie, are those tears?" Bramwell asked honestly. It took him only a few seconds to realize that she was teary-eyed. "Which type are they: basal, reflex, or psychic?" Bramwell said in a panic. Instead of waiting for a reply, he decided to operate on an assumption that they were psychic tears. "Cassie, are those inspired by positive or negative emotions? Whom am I kidding? Cassie, remember that crying is just the body's way to get rid of ACTH. Serotonin is being released into your body and should be taking effect any minute now while a trigger of cortisol, the stress hormone, goes out of your eyes," Bramwell tried to say in the most reassuring way possible, which was very hard since he was preoccupied with trying to figure out what to do in a panic. "Uh, there has got to be something. Ooh, everything will be fine. You are among friends. Wait, is that supposed to be 'amongst'. D'oh, I need to remain focused. What should I do?" Bramwell said as his mind tried to come-up with a solution. "This is going to be awkward. Would you mind if I gave you a hug?" Bramwell uttered under his breath before raising his voice as he mentally prepared himself. He already worried that he committed a faux pas. "Wait, that sounded more socially awkward than I thought. I am sorry," Bramwell said in an overapologetic manner. In the panic, he decided to ask Makoto for help. Makoto did not have time to tell him that she was not exactly going to gain Sakura's attention.

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