Super Hero High: Prometheus Rising (IC, Open)

[Corrian]

Cassie nodded, and then rubbed her eyes again. Since he didn't really give her time to reply, she didn't reply to what he had asked. Since he also seemed to be jumping from one thing to the next before she could really answer any of it, she decided that she would just listen for the time being and act like everything was fine. Seeing him worried that much for her surprised her, but inside she was happy to have someone concerned for her instead of laughing at her, or beating her down with insults. 'I'm fine, Bramwell' She told him, but it wasn't exactly said in a convincing way. Also, the fact that she was crying, and still was a little, pretty much threw that she was fine out the window. And when Bramwell offered to give her a hug, she smiled, but only for a bit. She stood up and said 'It's fine' To him, then gave him a quick hug, which felt good to her because she hadn't hugged people that much in years without feeling like shoving the person away, before she sat down again and let out a big sigh that was even more throwing out that she was fine out the window. She also rubbed her eyes again to wipe the tears away.

[Altruistic Paladins]

"Bramwell, a word of the person who can read body language on a higher level than you is present. I am not able to gain Sakura's attention, as she is getting coffee," Makoto thought in reply to Bramwell's message. Thinking that the situation had calmed down, he established a telepathic link with Makoto. "Bramwell, I would recommend you dig deeper. She is trying to hide the fact she is still not fine," Makoto thought.

"Then I shall continue trying to help," Bramwell thought, still left with a confusing mix of emotions about the hug partially inspired by not exactly being one to like the idea of touch but still felt a need to help Cassie however he should. "Cassie, would it be fine to ask what caused that?" Bramwell asked about the incident.

[Corrian]

'J-just a sad song' Cassie stuttered out. Which was a load of bull, because she had listened to plenty of sad songs that never made her cry like that. Sure, they made her sad, but she rarely ever got this emotional about a song. She looked down at the table and rubbed her eyes again. In her mind, she was pondering if what she said was actually a lie or not. It was a sad song, but it wasn't 'just' a sad song. There was more to it that she either refused to tell or was too afraid to openly tell to anyone else. She didn't trust anyone enough with why the song made her cry. And even when she trusted someone, she'd probably be afraid to tell it, in case word spread and everyone started laughing at her because of it. That was at least her theory of what would happen. Maybe not laughing, but calling her crude names that she didn't even want to think about.

[Altruistic Paladins]

"What is your favorite genre of music?" Bramwell asked, his eyes generally avoiding direct contact with Cassie's eyes. Bramwell was made uncomfortable by the thought of eye-contact. He generally avoided it in conversation. There was a purpose behind Bramwell's question, however odd it may have been. On Makoto's orders, he prepared to keep track of certain details for Makoto's situational report.

[Corrian]

Cassie seemed a little confused by the sudden change of question, and showed it by her facial expression. 'I don't really have a favorite genre....I don't really like being genre-specific. I like a lot of mellow music mainly, sad or happy. Some dark too I guess. Not that big into metal or overly upbeat music. Sure, there's a lot of good upbeat music out there....but I'm just more of a mellow music person. You probably could guess that from my personality' She said with a vague smile. She shifted in her seat absentmindedly, but it was more of a nervous gesture, because she just got nervous talking to people for too long. Or if people looked at her for too long. She avoided the urge to chew on her nails. Typically she did it without realizing it, but she caught herself this time.

[Ularn]

Scott stirred and rolled over to shut off the alarm clock. Roxanne was in the bed next to him, still pretending to be asleep. He placed a hand across her side and nudged her gently with the other. "Hey," he whispered.

[Kershya]

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."

No response. Gregorio is in a Lotus position, and all John can hear is the near silent Tibetan chanting. He later notice the chanting is actually a spell translated into Tibetan. Why Gregorio is chanting a spell in Tibetan, he's not sure, but he will wake him up for an answer. The moment he touch Gregorio's shoulders, the whole room change appearance.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Said an old monk pouring some green tea. The room has become a room in a Tibetan monastery somewhere in the Himalayas. "Do you like some tea?"

"This is just an illusion." John plainly said.

"Yes, this is just in your head. To prevent you from stopping the sealing spell on Gregorio." The monk said as he drink some tea.

"Aren't you Gregorio?"

"Yes, a previous lifeline. His 108th and final Buddhist monk possible future." He said sadly.

"Final?"

"Yes, final."

"Well, can I speak to Gregorio, the headmaster-" John said but the monk raise his hand.

"No, the spell must continue uninterrupted. Tell me, Gregorio has show knowledge on many things but he needs to remember such memories, even though he himself claim to have perfect memory, why is that."

"It can be many things-"

"No, I did it. I purposely made him not remember almost everything of his existence. Only just what he needs to know."

"...Why are you telling me this?"

"It needs to be said. Gregorio has lived 73,501 lives, 1,047,320 years all in all. Can you believe the sheer madness that would be subjected on anyone who has experienced that much. The more Gregorio remembers, the less human he becomes. For it was I who realize this. The reason Gregorio is not at full power as the Duke of Repetition is because he doesn't remember the entirety of his existence. For the Duke of Repetition not only deals with repetition, no, the true power lies in cycles. At full power, the Duke of Repetition will wield the power over every cycle. Whether its the cycle of the Hour or the cycle of the Seasons. Bramwell has the power to enter peoples minds. He has the power to enter and make Gregorio remember what he is now, not what he was. For the moment Gregorio personally saw a great personal trauma, he has lost his humanity." The monk said, "The plan is sound, it is the only way to stop this game, and to release Gregorio from his own Samsara." Then the illusion disappeared. Knowing Gregorio won't wake, he may as well tell the headmaster what he know. Before he left, an unearthly yet angelic voice was heard.


Listen, people of the third world, for a great danger comes,
For nothingness and formless wish to make everything destroyed,
This plan I speak will be spoken and will be heard in many tongues,
For when the symbols of Law and Chaos unite, thus halts the coming void,

Beware of the light that fools, for one true wish is his name,
And be wary of the shadow, for he may have been lead astray,
To the light all are tools, useful pawns for his own merry game,
To the dark whose mind is like a meadow, wishing for things to stay,

For when the symbols of Law and Chaos unite, thus halts the coming void,

Thus spoke I, the Lady of True Prophecy.

[Altruistic Paladins]

"What do you think of 'Adagio for the Strings', the Samuel Barber song, piece I mean?" Bramwell said as he kept watching her reactions. He tried to use visualization to remain at ease. By that point, he tried to be at ease. He was not liking the prospect of whatever he thought happened. Bramwell stacked jam containers again in hopes of keeping a favorable ambiance.

[Corrian]

'I don't believe I have ever heard that one...' Cassie told him quietly, then looking down at the table. She was also still fiddling with her food and eating slow. After a bit, she started to look the song up on the internet on her phone, but didn't listen to it yet. Also, she was relieved that the subject seemed to move on from why she acted the way she did. 'I do like big long beautiful songs like Mogwai's 'Music For A Forgotten Future', and Johann Johannson's 'Fordlandia'. The first one is done by a band that does a genre called 'post-rock', but it's a pretty big piano and string piece. The 2nd is by an artist that does a lot of string pieces' She told him for conversation, and went back to staring distantly at her food....which just made her think about that event that happened that made the song she listened to trigger her emotions like that.

[Altruistic Paladins]

"Good, I think I can reliably work with that information," Makoto thought. Bramwell sat by and listened, keeping watch of Cassie's eyes and hands. The reasoning was to have a baseline for what Cassie acts like when she tells the truth. "She was not telling the truth. There is more to this than just 'a sad song'," Makoto thought.

"Ah, so you like heavy usage of string instruments? Did that song have a string accompaniment or was there something beyond the instrumentation that brought that emotion out?" Bramwell asked.

[Corrian]

At the moment, when she wasn't talking, her eye and hand movements looked more like she was troubled right now then she was lying. Her reasoning for being troubled was obviously whatever she was thinking about. Since she hasn't really lied yet, and has just avoided the direct reason, her lying wouldn't trouble her. If she did completely lie, it would, because she hated lying to people.

'Yeah, but that's not all I like. I like a lot of music with various different instruments' Cassie told Bramwell. 'I'm not selective with one instrument. I pretty much like a little of everything' She said. At what he asked next, she looked thoughtful for a moment. 'I believe there was strings, actually. But it wasn't a fully string instrumentation song' She said. She frowned, and said, 'There was more to it then just the music', but that was all she said on that matter. Then, she looked confused, and asked, 'Why are you asking me these questions?', because now she was getting suspicious that he was trying to get information out of her that she had no interest in telling anyone, even though if she did tell someone it would probably give her some 'closure' and 'relief' to get it off of her chest, even if she'd worry about people she doesn't fully trust telling someone else.

[Mighty Asgard]

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.

Tyler glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing that there was only about half an hour left before his first class of the day started. "Classes start in half an hour," he said, "we wouldn't have enough time to get started before I had to leave again. Some other time, maybe?"

No response. Gregorio is in a Lotus position, and all John can hear is the near silent Tibetan chanting. He later notice the chanting is actually a spell translated into Tibetan. Why Gregorio is chanting a spell in Tibetan, he's not sure, but he will wake him up for an answer. The moment he touch Gregorio's shoulders, the whole room change appearance.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Said an old monk pouring some green tea. The room has become a room in a Tibetan monastery somewhere in the Himalayas. "Do you like some tea?"

"This is just an illusion." John plainly said.

"Yes, this is just in your head. To prevent you from stopping the sealing spell on Gregorio." The monk said as he drink some tea.

"Aren't you Gregorio?"

"Yes, a previous lifeline. His 108th and final Buddhist monk possible future." He said sadly.

"Final?"

"Yes, final."

"Well, can I speak to Gregorio, the headmaster-" John said but the monk raise his hand.

"No, the spell must continue uninterrupted. Tell me, Gregorio has show knowledge on many things but he needs to remember such memories, even though he himself claim to have perfect memory, why is that."

"It can be many things-"

"No, I did it. I purposely made him not remember almost everything of his existence. Only just what he needs to know."

"...Why are you telling me this?"

"It needs to be said. Gregorio has lived 73,501 lives, 104,732 years all in all. Can you believe the sheer madness that would be subjected on anyone who has experienced that much. The more Gregorio remembers, the less human he becomes. For it was I who realize this. The reason Gregorio is not at full power as the Duke of Repetition is because he doesn't remember the entirety of his existence. For the Duke of Repetition not only deals with repetition, no, the true power lies in cycles. At full power, the Duke of Repetition will wield the power over every cycle. Whether its the cycle of the Hour or the cycle of the Seasons. Bramwell has the power to enter peoples minds. He has the power to enter and make Gregorio remember what he is now, not what he was. For the moment Gregorio personally saw a great personal trauma, he has lost his humanity." The monk said, "The plan is sound, it is the only way to stop this game, and to release Gregorio from his own Samsara." Then the illusion disappeared. Knowing Gregorio won't wake, he may as well tell the headmaster what he know. Before he left, an unearthly yet angelic voice was heard.


Listen, people of the third world, for a great danger comes,
For nothingness and formless wish to make everything destroyed,
This plan I speak will be spoken and will be heard in many tongues,
For when the symbols of Law and Chaos unite, thus halts the coming void,

Beware of the light that fools, for one true wish is his name,
And be wary of the shadow, for he may have been lead astray,
To the light all are tools, useful pawns for his own merry game,
To the dark whose mind is like a meadow, wishing for things to stay,

For when the symbols of Law and Chaos unite, thus halts the coming void,

Thus spoke I, the Lady of True Prophecy.

For a moment John just stared at Gregorio, dealing with the aftereffects of having his mind taken over. The words that were spoken were not his, something else had taken control over him, and this greatly angered him. For a few seconds he considered killing Gregorio right then and there. It wouldn't be murder, not really, since Gregorio's memories would be transmitted to an alternate reality and live on there, it would simply be a matter of destroying a body. But doing so would go against everything he had sworn to uphold. To kill a child, even a child who carried the memories of eons, would be wrong. With a few deep breaths he pushed thoughts of murder away, regaining his composure.

From his suit pocket he pulled a PDA. He touched a few buttons on the screen to start a new recording and started speaking: "Anderson, I've spoken with Gregorio, in a way. Some kind of trap he has placed on himself took over my mind for a moment, most of what I heard was the usual bullshit religious crap but I still learned enough to make a conclusion. His plan will sever the connection with the Outsiders, Antonio will be saved and we won't have to deal with another war. At that time we can launch the plan we discussed, it will work, they will die, and no one will have to suffer at their hands any longer."

Before sending the message he thought of something to add, "by the way, I think we should monitor Gregorio more closely. The kid is messed up in the head, delusions caused by the transferral of memories from other lives. It's possible that he may go crazy from the weight of all those memories, try to hurt himself or others." The message was sent directly to Anderson's PDA, separated from the school networks. And then John left Gregorio alone in the room again.

Scott stirred and rolled over to shut off the alarm clock. Roxanne was in the bed next to him, still pretending to be asleep. He placed a hand across her side and nudged her gently with the other. "Hey," he whispered.

The PA system in Scott's room came to life with a beep, soon followed by a message.

"Mister Kerr," a female voice said, "please report to the Headmaster's office at your earliest convenience."

[Altruistic Paladins]

"Okay, so you want to know. I try to help people whenever I think they need help. Melancholy is something that I would hope I would be able to help when I recognize it. If you are depressed by sad songs, why would you listen to them?" Bramwell asked. "Every collection of Modest Mouse songs needs 'Float On' in them," Bramwell said, not realizing the potential for the newly created metaphor to not be recognized. Bramwell looked out the window as well.

[Nakarisaune]

Roxanne didn't bother opening her eyes to shuffle closer and wrap her arms around Scott. "Hi," she whispered back sadly. The last few days, she'd considered trying to get him to stay, but she had a feeling he wouldn't. He seemed determined to leave and do - whatever it was, he hadn't bothered letting her know. Yet another thing that annoyed her, but also worried her. "I don't want you to go," she said softly, but at that moment the PA started talking. She sighed and let go.

[Corrian]

Cassie nodded to what Bramwell said, and said 'Yeah, I know, and I appreciate it' with a little bit of a smile. To what he asked next, she seemed thoughtful for a moment, and frowning. 'I dunno....I like music that I can relate to? Sometimes the music just makes me sad anyway. And I kind of believe in the line 'you can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness', because sometimes sadness isn't a terrible feeling in my opinion....Though I sure wish I could restart my life over and have a happier life where less-. Nevermind, it's not important' She said, cutting herself off as she realized she was getting to too personal information she didn't want to discuss. 'I don't think I've really heard Modest Mouse yet' She said thoughtfully, thinking she'd check them out later as well.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"Some other time it is." Sarah replied, smiling up at Tyler, before straightening up, though she left her arms on the table. After a moment, she looked at the clock on the wall as well, noticing that, indeed, there was a bit under half an hour left before the first class of the day began, though she didn't mind that. She would probably be called to the mission around that same time anyways, and she knew it.

"Maybe when I get back from the mission?" She proposed, while also starting to play with a tendril of shadow.

[Altruistic Paladins]

"Let me guess; you related to the song too much? It hit close to home?" Bramwell said, guessing based upon the fact that she listened to music numerous times before. "They are a great band of an unclassifiable nature. I just use the term 'Neoclassical Punk Zydeco Rockabilly'. I think you may like Modest Mouse," Bramwell said. He continued to stack the jam packets. He looked across the cafeteria for certain people. He already knew that some tables were practically property of certain dorms. What he kept his eyes on were the no man's land of tables that were mixes of various dorms' students. He wanted to keep an eye out for any villians that were not Chram. "Crying is helpful. Seratonin, one of the three neurotransmitters responsible for happiness, is released when somebody cries. This is not forgetting the way it relieves stress," Bramwell said.

[Corrian]

Cassie nodded, and stuttered out a 'y-yeah'. Of course, she would refuse to say why it hit so close to home. Which was probably obvious by the fact that she hadn't just said outright why and what caused problems from the beginning. 'I like bands that can experiment with a variety of stuff, instead of just sounding the same in almost every song like too many mainstream bands seem to do. At least, outside my country anyway' She said, then added, 'And I will check them out later'. To what he said last, she just bit her lip nervously and didn't respond to what he said, mostly because she knew it was probably true and her telling him, or someone, if she could trust them enough, would give her some relief of the weight of it off her chest. Still, her lips were sealed.

[Orinon]

Josh went to collect another piece of food from his plate, only for his fork to bang against the empty plate rather noisily. Sighing, he set his book down and rubbed his head. He had had a pounding headache for the last few days, and none of the tricks his uncle taught him help. Then, as his music player went to the next track, he clicked.
"I'm not handling being alone," he whispered to himself, shocking himself with how raspy his voice was. It made sense. Of the two of them, Goltia was the one who was outgoing, the one who would go up and introduce the both of them. She made friends, and he made friends through her. Sighing, he folded his arms and rested his head on them.
"Why did you stay behind?... Stupid question," he muttered. Goltia wanted to fight. Fight for our home. Our future, he thought silently. He then felt his PDA device vibrate, and cocked his head to the side to look at it as he held it up with on hand. The screen had a small message on it from Kara: Cheer up big bro. She wouldn't want you moping around like this. Also, you've got a meeting with a councillor. When is attached. Play nice <3. Josh looked at the message for a moment, then hit the skip button until he found a new song.

Abigale was in her classroom, getting ready for her first lesson of the day, General Science. The classroom was a standard lecture room, with the thirty-odd seats raised slightly above the teacher's station. Of course, this didn't stop Abigale from being absolutely terrifying to her students. The ability to teleport also helps. As she wrote on the board at the front of the class and silently cursed the station's lack of available virtual interfaces, she noticed that she had a message on her computer station. In a flurry of blurs and shadows, she blinked the distance between her and the computer and opened the message, from Kara: New students incoming today. Anderson says to not traumatize them. Abigale smirked. Since when did she listen to anyone?

Markus whistled as he walked into the security station, rolling his left shoulder as he did. The joints, for whatever reason, were almost always stiff around 8am to about 11am every morning. Whether it was a design flaw, or Markus' mind playing tricks on him, he could never tell. He sat down on one of the chairs at the main desk and watched the security feeds, although he mainly watched the hanger bay and cafeteria feeds. The hanger bay because it paid, in his mind, to watch out for unwelcome guests, and the cafeteria because he remembered being a teenager, and a large number of them in an enclosed space was bound to cause trouble. satisfied for the moment, he proceeded to indulge in a guilty pleasure, and spun his chair in a circle, allowing his mind to drift back to happier times. He would still be daydreaming when the doors opened once more.
Smiling faces and laughing voices. Three cheers for drinks and rugby. A grinning Maverick and a moaning Fox. Another successful mission and an impressed Director. Friends. Family. Everything inbetween.

[Altruistic Paladins]

"It just confuses me. In most art, ability is appreciated. If music followed the patterns of other media, things like progressive rock and speed metal would be most appreciated because they require the most technical ability to do. This is not to say I hate it, but there are clearly bands that can actually use them and bands that cannot use them. This is why ACDC is great while Casey Beathard's writing will be the bane of music critics everywhere. Blame it on the phenom on known as the 'Four Chords of Pop' where songs follow the same progression. The Million Song Dataset has shown that the creativity of all genres of music has been going down ever since the peaked years of creativity in 1965. Clarify again, I just made an odd syntax," Bramwell said, embarrassed. He started slowly but slowly picked-up the pace until he got an odd syntax. After a sigh, he spoke again, speaking slower.

"Where was I, oh yeah? The reason is the nucleus accumbens not having good taste, which is bad since it is where we get dopamine from, also known as one of the three reasons people are ever happy. It releases dopamine when you successfully predict the emotion, melody, and progression of the song, which makes you inclined to like that song, even if you consciously do not care for it or even hate it. In order to make-up for the fact various people will notice that audible trends of their genres, music producers will require louder volumes, as a little mishap in the brain means we perceive louder noises as being more novel than quieter ones," Bramwell said. He breathed rapidly, as he speed up the pace and did not take a single breath. After roughly twenty seconds of Bramwell getting oxygen, he spoke again. "And that is the back story behind 'Four Chords'," Bramwell said, giggling. After taking in a large amount of oxygen he spoke again. "I need to avoid these rants, because I just sounded like an old psychologist," Bramwell said, disappointed in himself.

[Korvos]

Greg woke up from a short nap as the shuttle neared the station, and while it was a beautiful view of Earth from space, Greg felt depressed about leaving his old life down there. On the chair next to him was a dull green-brown seabag given to him by his father, which held his clothes, miscellaneous items, etc.
About 15 or so minutes later, Greg was given the OK to exit the craft and proceed to the guard or other personnel waiting for him. Greg walked up to the guard and asked "So, yeah, where am I supposed to go now?" The guard responded "Follow me, I'll take you to your dorm so you can unpack your stuff."

Greg didn't really unpack after he was in his room, he just threw his bag onto the bed and laid there for a few minutes, contemplating what exactly he was stuck in. He sighed and decided to wander around the dorm floors and see if someone could explain what he's supposed to do around here.

[Corrian]

'I quite like some progressive rock, like Steven Wilson and Porcupine Tree, And no, I wasn't listening to any song from them when I got upset' Cassie told him. She made some weird face. 'I'm not really a fan of AC/DC, The singers singing bothers me and they don't really seem that creative to me' She told him, shrugging. 'I do feel like a lot of songs sounds exactly the same musically. I feel the same about a few AC/DC songs though...' She said. She shrugged. 'Maybe in the mainstream music realm. Mainstream music isn't everything. I don't try to sound like a hipster, but I'm not a fan of the majority of mainstream music, and tend to go for the lesser known stuff because it typically has more talent. And discovering these lesser known artists is easier then people make it out to be' She said. She liked to talk about music. That was something she loved with a passion. So she could probably go on about music for quite some time if he let her.

To everything he said next, she just nodded. When he was done, she just smiled, and said 'Thanks for all of that'. She was glad that the subject seemed to move away from prying into what the song was about or why it made her sad like that. At least, she thought it did.

[Mighty Asgard]

"Maybe when I get back from the mission?" She proposed, while also starting to play with a tendril of shadow.

Tyler nodded, "sure, I'd like that." He glanced at the clock again, "I should probably go now though, first class is with that Moyle person and she's annoying enough to deal with even if you're not late." He got out of his chair, "good luck on the mission. I'll see you when you get back."

He left the cafeteria and hurried off towards the stairs as the PA system blared out a reminder to all students that first class would start in fifteen minutes. When he arrived at the classroom he took a seat and waited, trying his best to politely ignore the teacher while he did some last-minute cramming of the homework. Some people thought that science class was easy but he was not one of them, and having missed several years of it after the accident didn't help at all.

Greg woke up from a short nap as the shuttle neared the station, and while it was a beautiful view of Earth from space, Greg felt depressed about leaving his old life down there. On the chair next to him was a dull green-brown seabag given to him by his father, which held his clothes, miscellaneous items, etc.
About 15 or so minutes later, Greg was given the OK to exit the craft and proceed to the guard or other personnel waiting for him. Greg walked up to the guard and asked "So, yeah, where am I supposed to go now?" The guard responded "Follow me, I'll take you to your dorm so you can unpack your stuff."

Greg didn't really unpack after he was in his room, he just threw his bag onto the bed and laid there for a few minutes, contemplating what exactly he was stuck in. He sighed and decided to wander around the dorm floors and see if someone could explain what he's supposed to do around here.

"Excuse me," a girl said to Greg as he passed by, "you're new here, right? You look a bit lost and I don't think I've seen you before so you must be new." She was about three inches shorter than Greg, both her eyes and her hair were brown, and her accent made it clear that she was Canadian. A lock of hair fell down over her face and she brushed it away while looking him over, a hint of a smile on her lips. Being a people person, though some called her names much less pleasant than that, she obviously couldn't pass up the chance to say hello to a cute new arrival to the dorms.

"I'm Mary," she said, "nice to meet you."


Jenkins
"I see you are enjoying yourself," Jenkins said as he stepped through the doors to the security station and found Markus spinning in one of the chairs. The words were spoken in the same calm kind tone that Jenkins always seemed to use, nothing but a simple observation. Jenkins stopped next to the desk and looked at the screens for a moment to see if there were any disturbances and finding none. "Everything seems calm," he commented plainly, "for the moment at least."

After watching the screens for a few more seconds he continued, "so, how are you adjusting to life here?"

Michael Eriksson
After finishing his coffee Michael had headed down to the hangar bay to make sure that everything was ready for the mission. The students who had been accepted would soon be called down to prepare themselves, but first there were some things that had to be dealt with. Lists mostly. Lists of people, lists of supplies, lists of potential target locations, lists of checklists that had to be checked before takeoff. Though he didn't mind, paperwork was quite familiar to him.

[Korvos]

Greg woke up from a short nap as the shuttle neared the station, and while it was a beautiful view of Earth from space, he felt depressed about leaving his old life down there. On the chair next to him was a dull green-brown seabag given to him by his father, which held his clothes, miscellaneous items, etc.
About 15 or so minutes later, Greg was given the OK to exit the craft and proceed to the guard or other personnel waiting for him. He walked up to the guard and asked "So, yeah, where am I supposed to go now?" The guard responded "Follow me, I'll take you to your dorm so you can unpack your stuff."

Greg didn't really unpack after he was in his room, he just threw his bag onto the bed and laid there for a few minutes, contemplating what exactly he was stuck in. He sighed and decided to wander around the dorm floors and see if someone could explain what he's supposed to do around here.

"Excuse me," a girl said to Greg as he passed by, "you're new here, right? You look a bit lost and I don't think I've seen you before so you must be new." She was about three inches shorter than Greg, both her eyes and her hair were brown, and her accent made it clear that she was Canadian. A lock of hair fell down over her face and she brushed it away while looking him over, a hint of a smile on her lips. Being a people person, though some called her names much less pleasant than that, she obviously couldn't pass up the chance to say hello to a cute new arrival to the dorms.

"I'm Mary," she said, "nice to meet you."

He turned toward the girl and said "Yeah, I'm new here. Just got off the shuttle, in fact. My name's Greg. So, what are we supposed to do around here? This is a school, so what classes do they have here?"
While she answered his question, Greg decided to "show off" a bit. After all, he thought, being able to sling incandescent plasma around has to impress chicks, even superpowered ones.
So, after momentarily concentrating, Greg created a ring of plasma which he began to nonchalantly twirl around his finger.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Sarah simply looked up at Tyler and nodded at him, smiling, then watched him walk away. "Thanks. Good luck to you too." She said to him before he left, and then stood up as well and picked up her plate to put it in it's proper place, the shadow tendril now perched on her shoulder and wiggling around like it had a life of it's own, though this was only so because Sarah found it to be something entertaining to do.

After that, she went and sat down in the same place as before, now alone. She decided that she should excercise her abilities a little bit before the mission, which she supposed would start soon. She took the tendril, turned it into a stick, and made one of the ends become pointed. Using it, she punctured her finger. Afterwards, she tried to make the wound cicatrize. As it was a small one, by devoting some concentration to the task, she succeeded. She figured that if she practiced that ability, she would be able to help out her classmates better out in the mission. She was probably the only one suited to deal with injuries that was going on the mission either way, so it wouldn't hurt to practice.