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"No, I'm from a rural area; not too far away, but not close either." He said. Cal took his sweet time strolling through the halls of what he would essentially call home for however long he was meant to stay here. Teach put my mind at ease but I hope the rest of the teachers are as accepting. I'm no different from the rest of the world, so why do I feel so strange? This doesn't feel right at all. My classmates, they're the strange ones. I would kill to have my brother here; just something to bring some semblance of normalcy back into my life.
Although he'd heard stories from his brother about what high school was like from before he was born, he never got to experience it for himself. You get thrown into the lion's den and are expected to fend for yourself. Someone comes out on top as the de facto "leader" of a class in some way, shape, or form. People form cliques and they shape a portion of their lives based on how that experience goes. Only, in the school for the LastGen, that's not really the case. Cal has one thing on his side though: confidence.
Cal took a stop in the hallway and turned to face his classmates. "I don't mean to hijack the conversation, but I don't want to hear all this typical social gathering small talk. We'll have plenty of time for that since we'll be living together. I want to know why you called my name ridiculous, Luke! Are you trying to act cool in front of your new classmates? Trying to be all suave and alpha, hmm?" Cal spoke as he puffed out his chest. Is this what it's like to have a rival? I've never had this feeling before. Whether I'm the youngest, weakest, or dumbest I'll still make an impression. He thought before continuing with a grin on his face, "I heard that at some point sparring will occur, and you're my first opponent."
"Oh, no, I was actually shot in the head. 45 calibre handgun round fired by some high school drop out with a do-rag. Wrong place, wrong time, right cranium." He tapped the spot where his mortal wound used to be, until his body forgot it was supposed to be dead. "But death's was a bit too boring to stick with long-term."
When the teacher came in, Luke sat near the back and listened quietly, but with disinterest. He could have let himself die again and go for a meander around the school grounds in his invisible, intangible form. Always more interesting to see what people could do when they didn't know that you were looking. For the most part, the teacher was restating information about the other students that Luke himself had already said (and in fewer words), though Luke did smirk when it came to his turn. "Yeah, 'unbeknownst' is a tricky thing when you're dealing with a mind-reader."
Eventually, the lesson broke up and they headed out into the hallway, when Cayden turned and tried to puff his chest out in some ludicrous fashion. Naturally, an ego like this was just too tempting a target not to prick. "Ooh, was that a threat? That's adorable.Okay, Cayden, let's spar. You take a swing at me. I die. You get to keep pounding on me for as long as you like and I don't feel anything because I'm too busy metaphorically eating popcorn and laughing an intangible ass off at all the times you've had funny feelings about the boy next door. Then I wake up and I'm not even bruised. Maybe while I'm in your head, I learn all your fighting moves, because apparently you think we're trainee superheroes now. So then we fight and every time you think you're hurting me, I just fall down and get back up again with all my injuries healed. Your powers are only good for violence and honestly, you think violence means anything to a guy who dies for fun? Yeah, antagonise the functionally immortal mind-reader, that's a brilliant idea." Luke might not have been the most physically imposing of men - hell, he was a beanpole by any standard - but it was rapidly becoming clear that he was not in the business of the giving of fucks.
"In conclusion, your name is ridiculous because of all your latent homosexuality. Take it from a telepath." He said, before clapping his hands together as if symbolically drawing this matter to a close. Was he joking about the latent homosexuality thing? Well, he certainly wasn't going to say for sure one way or the other, was he? "I think it's the creative department next, yeah?"
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Levina sighed as she heard Luke give his long tangent about how he was so much better than Cayden since he was technically immortal. She gave a chuckle at that thought and said "Without a body though you're just a floating entity, and with my electrokinesis as strong as it is, I can destroy a non-moving flesh target without having to even use my "Odin's Spear" ability on you. Over all, you're only immortal mentally, while your body itself is just really a puppet. Now, everyone calm down, killing each other or something stupid like that is a waste of all our time, effort, and energy. We're supposed to be the future of the world. The Last Generation, the next, and possibly final, step of human evolution. If we kill each other off, then our training and the efforts people have gone to ensure our survival is pretty much meaningless." As she finished her statement she tapped the two boys on the head and added "Besides, if all you want to do is brawl then what's the point of even coming here?"
He chuckled softly and led them along, saying one final thing "Smile and get along for me at least. I want to have a normal highschool life, make friends, have love, have fun. Two guys fighting pretty much puts a stop to living that type of life." She opened the door to their next classroom and they were greeted by a woman who said "Hello kids. My name is Lea Kassadin, but you can call me Kass. I'm sure Teach has taught you everything you really need to know other than the specifics of my class and your other class. Well, I don't plan on keeping you for to long since today is just introduction day, so the idea of this class is pretty much reading, writing, music, and art, a.k.a creative stuff. Each day I'll focus on a different toopic, monday is art, tuesday reading, wednesday is music, thursday is writing, and friday is usually just a free time day. That's it, and I'll see you all tomorrow kids. You're dismissed."
With that, she was out of the classroom, leaving Levina and the others on their own. Levina looked at her schedule and said 'Well, now is when we'd have 1 hour of lunch, so lets go to the cafeteria." She smiled and led them along and decided to ask "So did any of you have any relationships before coming here?"
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