Alex Beta

Alex was extremely excited to be starting Capture the Flag. Not only would it get her away from the strangely awkward and tense conversation between Lynn and Dr. Peter, it would also mean that she could run around and finally expend some of her built up energy. She walked along side Lynn, to get closer to Adam's announcement about the game. Alex shut her eyes tightly, crossing both of her index and middle fingers. She really wanted to be on Lynn's team. If they weren't together she would just have to sit on the boarder of the two teams sides and wave to her friend.

She listened to the rules with little interest, she really didn't plan on using her powers to go after anyone. She didn't have enough control over them in the first place. But listening to the rules made Alex feel pretty nervous. If Adam had to be so specific it meant that there must have been accidents in the past, kids getting hurt, powers being abused. Were there kids here who wanted to win so badly that they would attack other students? Alex surely hoped not.

And then another thing started to bother her, something that Adam said. They would be judging the students. She swallowed a lump forming in her throat. That meant that she couldn't just sit down in the grass and let everyone else play like she used to do back in school. She would actually have to play and stuff. Alex wasn't a very athletic kid, so this game felt more and more like a test as they went on. She glanced nervously at Lynn. She just hoped they were on the same team.

When Adam began announcing teams, Alex listened very closely with her fingers still crossed. She had the entire Valos family in her team, as well as her roommate, but she didn't hear him say Lynn. With a sinking heart she listened to the other team, feeling a bit worse when she heard all the big guys were on that team. But something struck her had odd, she didn't hear the name Lynn being called for the other team either. Had she been left off the list?

With an a lost uncharacteristic frown, Alex began walking towards team ones side, only to see Lynn was on this side as well. With a burst of light and a huge grin Alex began bounding up to Lynn.

"We are on each other's teams! This is so awesome!"

As she pranced around Lynn she noticed some of the other people on her team, all huddled up and making plans. At least they had some brainiacs on their team. And Lynn and Alex could work together with their super awesome powers! Alex didn't seem at all phased by the fact she didn't know Lynn's real name, all that mattered was that they could hang out together. Maybe this game wouldn't turn out so bad. Alex knew that they should go over and discuss plans with the rest of the team, but was rather intimidated by Gabe. She just hoped Lynn got the ball rolling, since the two were roommates.

Henry and Matt

When Adam had called the capture the flag, Henry followed from the roof, and listened to which team he was getting called in. He wasnt exactly thrilled to be paired up with everyone he had just talk to, but he would bare with it for now. Roll with the punches and all. He can do that. The whole place was turning into a clusterfuck though, and he knew full well that if he didn't step in his team's chance of victory would be very low if he didnt step in soon. He slunk down to the ground, and dropped his camouflage. Henry hissed rather loudly, gaining everyone's attention. He felt Victoria climb on his back, but he chose to ignore it for not, in favor of taking position as self proclaimed team leader.

"We need to look at this tactically." He began. "Tetsuya, Sylvia, you charge in, draw their attention to you and keep it on you. Be loud." He said. "Victoria, Amanda, Matthew," he said, his eyes focusing on the two girls and the male. "You all work together here. Defend the flag, keep people out. Victoria," he said, hesitating for a moment on the girl, before his voice became loud and clear once again. "Use your ability set up a perimeter around the base. Move the flag if necessary, Adam said nothing against doing that. Amanda and Matthew, defend make sure she stays safe." He said. Matthew's eyes lit up as he switched powers back to Biokinesis, and he held up two huge and gray arms covered with muscle. "You got it Godzilla!"

Ignoring Matthew, Henry continued. "Nikki, you play scout. Use your bugs to keep tabs on everyone." He said. He looked around for some of the people around that could have difficultly fighting. "Poppy, Christopher, you two keep close eyes on the entrances, sound an alarm if anyone gets in. Theresa, stick with them and... well, do as you see fit." He knew she didn't like using her powers. He hoped she would put that aside as to not give Valjean bragging rights, but he could loose a game if he needed to in order to preserve her privacy. Plus he owed her. "I'm flanking left, and staying out of sight. Dana, you're with me if you're feeling up to it. I could use a helping hand from anyone who's good at keeping quiet and quick on their feet." He said, looking around the crowd of his team mates. He had been doing this a long time. He knew a lot of strategies and could probably second guess any of the strategies the other team would come up with. He made sure he sounded like he knew what he was talking about. He did, so he was sure to talk loud and clear. People were less likely to dispute him then. "We need some people to flank left, and to cover Nikki, and more people to scout. Any volunteers?" he said.

"Because we need people to step up fast. Anyone who can see things better or slower, or in a different way, and anyone who has an offensive capable ability, or combat experience to flank left or cover the scouts. We don't have much time."

Mark

They had all been clumped together and sent inside a fortress each. He knew only Nikki, and she seemed to be getting really into it; perhaps he had misjudged her slightly? Or perhaps she just wasn't as timid when it came to using her abilities. Either way, Mark did not know what on earth he was supposed to be doing right now. And then 'Godzilla' started to give orders.

"We need some people to flank left, and to cover Nikki, and more people to scout. Any volunteers? Because we need people to step up fast. Anyone who can see things better or slower, or in a different way, and anyone who has an offensive capable ability, or combat experience to flank left or cover the scouts. We don't have much time."

Mark considered his options here: he would much rather he didn't come up against any particularly strong people, and he knew for a fact that there was a blue haired girl (possibly a self harmer(possssibly)) who could control fire. What nonsense was this. He doubted that anything truly bad could befall him here; this was being watched over by a guy who was currently flying, but still, the danger was real. And it didn't have to be intentional.

With some force of will, he shut those thoughts down.

Stop with your damn worrying. Now, how can you best help out your team? What are your strength? What are your weaknesses?
Well, if a big brawler of a guy comes along, I am royally screwed. I could probably evade any swings sent my way (to a degree..), but stop them? No no no no..
React to sneak attacks? Yeah, I can do that pretty well.
Scouting? Well, I can run pretty fast for pretty long, and again, can react to sneak attacks pretty well.

So all in all; staying with the flag is a no no. I'd be steamrolled. Scouting and looking for weakpoints in the opposition? I may as well head to that central fort now.

"I'll go scouting." Mark chimed in.

Atticus Fowler and Codi Bailey

Upon being placed on the same team, both Atticus and Codi were relieved. Codi did not want to be against her friend, because he was as fast as a galloping horse in his creature form, and therefore, one could not catch him unless he wanted them to. Atticus was glad that he did not have to find a way through Codi’s defenses; he knew that the seemingly benign tentacles on Reef’s body could lift ridiculous amounts, and send a person flying just as far. They were both pretty powerful, regarding animal-related abilities, although most of their powers were tactical, versus offensive. This wasn’t to say if they were attacking, they couldn’t be a formidable force.

When everyone began to devise a strategy, Atticus stepped up, feeling more comfortable with this situation than casual conversation or small-talk when there wasn’t a subject he could think of that would grab a person’s interest. “I can do either offensive or defensive, what I should do depends on you guys, I guess.” He said, looking at everyone with his strange, alien-looking eyes. “My eyes can detect things that are hidden, and I don’t have much of a blind spot in my vision. These spines on my back and arms make it where if even the smallest thing moves, I’ll pick it up. If we were about to get ambushed, or run into someone, I would probably know it before our attackers did.” He said, finally deciding to start relaxing, and talk more freely. He wasn’t boasting, however, but merely stating his powers at a glance.

Codi, gaining confidence, walked up to the group, also, “I don’t know how good I am at offense, but I think I’d be good at defending our base.” She said, as the arms of the creature on her back lowering down and forming a sort of protective cage around her body, dwarfing her, and making her look like a living tank of sorts. “I call this thing on my back Reef, because he’s actually not a part of me, although he’s fused into my back, and I can control him through my thoughts.” She explained, “If I got near the flag, people would have to get by me. Reef’s sting is highly venomous and painful, and if it’s just right, a blow from one of his arms could really harm someone. Even if they’re wearing armor, they couldn’t shake it off that easy.” Codi doubted she would be chosen for anything offensive, when her best ability was remaining still, and stinging whatever got too close; even then, she would rather deter people with the threat of being stung, rather than actually intending to hurt them. Luckily, most people recognized that if a colorful urchin looked like a blooming fire, it probably felt like fire, too.

Codi then remembered that only one member of the group knew her name or her friend’s, “Oh, sorry, we didn’t introduce ourselves. I’m Codi, and this is Atticus.” She added.

Quinn Daives

It'd been a long week for Quinn. There wasn't any other way to put it. She'd been transferred out of her old school rather abruptly, hurriedly packed up, shipped off and evaluated. For Quinn, whom was rarely happy with such occurrences, that meant extra time dedicated to getting acquainted with the school's medical staff, extra paperwork for her balancers, amongst other things. It was all just a damn hassle that left her late to her latest evaluation.

As she jogged her way into the hall at a normal pace, she internally groaned and scrubbed a hand over her face. "It couldn't be chess? Jeopardy? I would have taken anything...nope. Gotta be Capture the Fuckin' Flag..." she muttered to herself. She quickly received her team assignment and rules after she handed off the note from the Medical Wing that explained her tardiness.

Quinn made her way over to a group of Team 1 members and introduced herself to them. "Hey, sorry I am late to the fun. My name's Quinn Daives. What do you need me to do?" she asked the young woman that seemed to be doing most of the talking, Deborah? Was that what that guy called her? She looked the group over with a neutral face, just taking stock of what was going on.

Tight group, those three kids. Probably rich, siblings of some sort? Probably. One isn't that heavily dressed, thin, male. Might night see a lot of combat. Female, older? Hard to tell. Eye patch, clothes meant more for battle. Other male, gotta be the youngest. Beast nature of some sort. Deborah, loud. Seems a little bossy, a leader of some sort? The one next to her, a female. She and the tall guy are pretty difficult to read. The female seems outgoing, but the guy...might be of some use. Tall build, muscled stature...front line work for sure--wait...did he just turn into a goddamn scorpion?? Are you...ugh...how does that ever work? well, I'm not exactly one to talk but...giant arachnid thingy...I hate arachnid thingies...Then him, male also looks like a planner. This should be interesting..despite the giant fucking scorpion!

Karlie Davis

When the were all called over for capture the flag Karlie erected her curtain once more and changed back into her racing jumpsuit. Even though she could remain invisible she didn't know how long, it wouldn't go over well if she was seen by the staff. While technically within the dress code with her undersuit it was still testing the rules. Plus she wasn't bold enough to wear something like that during an activity everyone was guaranteed to notice her. Though she would never admit it. Since she was going to be on the same as Deborah and Shannon so she didn't have to look for a team member. Looked like she was calling the shots anyways. Karlie wasn't interested in strategy, so she stood idly by until Henry and the Pandaman. "Pfft, we must have our own heavy hitters. As for me I'm just going to make a beeline for the flag and see if anyone can stop me." Valjean came over and she moved away several feet. So long as there was no objections to her being one of the leaders of the charge there was nothing more for her to contribute to the plan.

Poppy Flanagan

So she had a team, but Poppy wasn't really sure what she was supposed to do. Of course she knew how to play, but she couldn't compete with the other students. Watching what some of them were doing until now she was even more nervous than before. At least both of the animal people were on her team. Maybe all that would happen is that she'd sit back and they'd go win the game for them. I wonder what the other team has... She looked across at the other group and was startled at what she saw. There was a guy who had turned into a giant scorpion. That meant that there was no way of telling at all what kinds of powers the others could have. It was surprising that Henry was coordinating, and he was really getting into it. At first she imagined him tangling in the fray, well like a monster. The panda she still thought would. It's not like he was likely going to be able to be sneaky or anything. She jolted when she heard her name. "Oh... um... alright..." So long as sound an alarm was all she was going to have to do.

Vespera Spindel

(I'll do something with her next post, maybe interact with another character who isn't participating)

Kristen Schwally

Kristen was relieved that Adam didn't make her do anything. In fact he seemed embarrassed and that caused Kristen to giggle as she skipped off when he went to help someone else. She just relaxed a little while she waited for capture the flag. Once everyone was gathered for that though she only got happier when she was told that she would be with Jake and Gabriela, but then she was a little shocked to hear a third Valos. Jaska? Kristen just shrugged. Just another friend! When she got to there side though she wanted to enjoy the view so she quickly found her way to the second floor of there building and sat on the window sill kicking her feet and hummed a lullaby just because she was in a really good mood.

As she hummed she looked across at the fortress. The view wasn't exactly beautiful, but she could definitely appreciate the work of art that it was. What she was curious about was how this place would look after the game because surely there were some pretty destructive people around here that would do some heavy damage to the area around them. If she could get away with it Kristen would probably sit up here as long as possibly. At least until someone decided to kill her perfect little world up in the window. She looked down at her team for a little bit and wondered if they could actually win this. They did have Jake and Gabriela so it was highly possible.

Stephen Avarian

Stephen smirked whenever Amanda tried to brag about mimicking his power. He wondered how long her system would tolerate the higher metabolism without her treating it right. Plus the vision wasn't something you just gained in a second so he doubted she got that part of it since that took him almost a year to develop and he was only able to because he had been injured and forced into blindness. Which also meant she'd still be affected by the mirages like he would if he could see which should be interesting to observe. Of course that's if she used his power at all. In any case he'd have to fight her in hand to hand next time they fought.

Stephen sighed when he heard his team. Of couse he got stuck with Amanda and Sylvia. Obviously their feelings towards him wouldn't be changing anytime soon so why should he have to deal with people that were likely to stab him in the back for shits and giggles? In any case that's how it was, as for a plan though, well he'd likely just walk out there and engage the enemy and just prolong a fight with them to stall until his team could win the game. Given all the different talents his team possessed and the only hot shot the other team had was Valjean, it was safe to say this game was already decided.

In turn Stephen was just leaning against the wall of their own base waiting for the game to start so that he could crush the enemy and win this. Honestly he might need to ask Adam for help on working on a theory he was having for his own ability, but seriously. This IS a competition. If you're not playing to win then you aren't trying enough. Crush those who get in the way without mercy, that's how things are in the world, why should it be any different here?

Cordelia Lynn Holmes

Say what you would about Nightlight, whom Lynn quietly suspected of having either a severe dependency on Valium or Molly, she at least had emotions. Lynn didn't think the Tin Man would show anything if you showed a bottle of WD-40 up his ass and cleared out his rust from the inside-out. Did he even have an asshole? A stomach and stuff? The questions about this place just kept piling up, and Lynn was generally content to let them accumulate. She was never one to really care too much about abstract concepts like metal assholes-the more pragmatic, immediate things in life interested her. And, if this guy was a doctor like he said, that meant he was probably loaded, because doctors are always getting good money and stuff. All she had to do was figure out where these papers were headed, acquire them, and get 'em back to Rust Limbaugh over here? Yeah, that sounded like a pretty easy way to get money to her. And, say, the good Doctor didn't feel like paying, well, she'd be sure to run these papers through a copy machine first and sell them to somebody who did care. Stem cells? Lynn didn't know what the fuck those were, which meant it was probably some advanced, top-level shit. Maybe like CIA projects or something. Who knows.

"No, I definitely catch your drift, Doc," Lynn said, the grin of someone who was about to fuck up their probation stretching across her face. "Tell you what. This place is a little too...witnessy for my liking. I'll find you later and we can hash out the details. Color me interested."

Then...capture the flag. Meh. Lynn nodded her head at Petey and meandered away with Alex, wisely thinking that staying too long around him would draw suspicion. She wasn't looking to build a rapport with this guy, just to take his money and go on her merry way. Lynn was, in that regard, in possession of a remarkable work ethic: provided you paid her and didn't fuck over any of her immediate friends, she got the job done and she got it done without complaining. There's a certain reliability in people like her, albeit a great many types of unreliability as well. Time would tell which type the Academy valued more-Lynn, rather cynically, was banking on the wetworks kind.

Ah, damn. Alex's enthusiasm was contagious. Lynn, even though they were playing capture the flag like a bunch of little bitches, was pretty pumped to on Alex's team too. Strength in numbers and all. Plus Nightlight was chill. "Right on, Mary Poppins. You know, this..." she gestured vaguely at the arena as a whole, "is gay. But, if we're playing a game, we might as well kick some ass. That whole 'we're not judging you on who wins and who loses' thing? Bullshit. Alex, you're putting somebody in the hospital before this game is over." she scanned their team. Oh. Joy. Apparently, the Americans with Disabilities Act got applied to this place too. Well, time to size these fuckers up.

Hmm. Okay, this first fucker. He looked vaguely familiar in an asshole kinda way. Ah, yes. Suits. Well, teamwork be damned, she was getting in a good suckerpunch to Suits' vagina before this was all over. Lynn ruled him off the list of "People Who Can Contribute To The Team", merely by virtue of his being rich enough to afford suits, and presumably, the rich kids payed their manservants to play capture the flag for them when they were kids.

Some blond, bitch-looking kid. Hair...gay. Face...gay. His suit...not gay, but still wimpy looking. Weird looking. Somebody called him Atticus, which was possibly the whitest name Lynn had ever heard given. Thus far, their team consist of Suits and The Little White Boy Who Couldn't. Fuckin' A.

Third...damn. Lynn almost did a cat-call. That little spandex suit was suiting her pretty well. Of course, the guys were flocking to her like moths to slutty flame, and Lynn figured odds were pretty good she had more STDs than a New Orleans gloryhole. Looks like that, acts like that? Wear a rubber, fellas. In order to remember the dangers of unsafe sex posed by this little heartbreaker, Lynn put her down as "Rubber". She, however, beat out Suits and White Boy for the spot of "Possibly Useful", in that they could probably use her to distract some people or whatever that were coming. Lynn wondered vaguely if her power had something to do with her killer body, this chick was fine.

Tin Man. Eh. She'd sized him up early. Probably useful, but so damned slow, and only one arm. Lynn figured they could leave him behind at the base to guard the flag and, presuming he didn't start making love to an electrical outlet or something, he'd probably be pretty useful. Lynn was skilled at micromanaging like that, recognizing her teammates' strengths and weaknesses. Perhaps, in another life, she would've made for a lovely HR rep.

Hmm. Some black girl. Looked like a runner. Not cause she was black (although Lynn wouldn't hesitate to say so if she thought that-Lynn was a great many things, politically correct not being one of them), but because she was all athletic and trim. Lotta scars on her legs though. Like she tried to run a 5k through a meatgrinder. Eh. Probably fast, looked to be in pretty good shape. Seriously, she was one scraped knee from being Oscar Pistorious. Start wearing jeans or something, Jesus.

Demon kid. Tail. He was perched on the roomie's shoulder, next to some prissy looking guy. Well, the three of them were obviously a thing-not like a sexual thing, like a family or whatever. Patches could handle herself, Lynn felt. Lynn had no desire to talk with her, but she had the sort of "don't fuck with me attitude" that Lynn could appreciate-the kind that you earn, no put-on antisocial teenage bullshit. Besides, she could get the other two (although what could the demon kid even do, he was so damn little. Lynn opted for leaving his ass at the base) to work with them, so her primary value lay there. Patches, Braveheart, so many different ways to go with that one. Then...brother, maybe? They had a vague resemblance to each other. She wondered how much inbreeding had to go on before you got metahuman powers.

Then, Mary Poppins. Smart, chill, and Lynn had a feeling she was a hell of a lot tougher than you'd expect. Besides, their partnership took precedence over the team-Lynn was gonna be watching her back and making sure nobody fucked with her. Lynn had lost a lot fights, but not a single one had ended with the other party walking away healthy. She might not have the strength to match some of these guys, but they'd be crying in the nurse's office for damned sure afterwards.

What the fuck? They had Quasimodo on their team. Jesus. One person missing an eye, this bitch who can't walk right, Oscar Pistorius, and of course, Suits, who suffered from a medical condition known as "Having an Ass for a Face". If there was a God, He wanted Lynn to lose this capture the flag game. And she had The Thing from those old movies growing out of her, it looked like. Okay, she and Tin Man were on guard duty, because nobody was getting within arms length of that chick. How did she shower? Or sit down? There was no way she could run fast. God. Lynn had some irrational hatred for this chick's uselessness. She really fucked up the superpower lottery.

Now this dude, this dude they could use. He was tall, built, and getting pretty feelsy with Oscar. Ah, they were an item, okay, that clicked. But she didn't seem to be really that into it...Lynn studied her for a minute. She was no relationship counselor, but Lynn was as savvy as they come when it came to sizing up people's body language. Okay, they needed to blitz the other team with this guy before she dumped his ass. Hm. Hm. Well, if he was dating Oscar, that made him Reeva. Also he was giant motherfucking scorpion, which was pretty metal all things considered. Lynn was pretty sure she'd seen a dude hanging with Oscar beforehand, one who wasn't a scorpion, so maybe he could change or whatever? That was better than the Panda guy. Lynn was pretty sure he was a panda ALL the time, and there was still some freakshow chick boning him. Bleh. Weren't pandas all afraid of fucking anyways? Lynn forced herself to ignore the bedroom dilemmas of an interspecies couple and focus on the more immediate issues, which were the cadre of cosmic rejects she'd been handed as teammates.

Next. Ginger, kinda nerdy looking. Librarian material. Ginny Weasley might be able to Rain Man them a solid strategy or something, but she didn't carry herself with the weight of a fighter. Not like Patches or Reeva, or herself (for all Lynn's shortcomings in terms of height and weight, she undoubtedly had that presence, the cold confidence of a warrior). Hm. Probably not totally useless, especially if she had a cool power-(Lynn thought she overheard something about clothes, but wasn't really listening)-but not top tier. The Weasleys never were. Wait, she was more like Hermione, wasn't she? Shit. Hmm.

Oh dear God. This girl looked like one of those prissy, rich-people dogs that had fur that was like six feet long. Her hair was grey. Who had grey hair? They had the Hunchback of Notre Dame and the octogenarian Fairy Godmother on their team, apparently. If any other nursery rhymes wanted to come join, now was the time. Also, red eyes that you could barely see through those ash-colored bangs. Okay, so she was prematurely grey and demon possessed. Maybe she and the kid with the tail were related or something.

Another scrawny white girl. Maybe we should form a club. Well, she looked like nothing special, wasn't really carrying herself with too much confidence. But, hey, maybe she had some trump card up her sleeve. Aislin was too hippy of a name for Lynn to bother remembering, so she was sticking with "Average White Girl".

Another bitch with bangs. Gah. Well, Lynn could sorta-barely see a scar underneath him, so that at least explained it. Still, didn't like too much. Nothing really remarkable jumped out at her, not like the parasite chick. Eh. Bangs II: Bad Hair Boogaloo.

Well, fuck. They'd lost.

"Alright, Lynn muttered to Alex, "The good news is that the other team is worse than we are, because that's the only reason the admins would give us such a handicap. Here's what I'm thinking: we go talk shop with the two or three people that look like they can do something, then go and try and get the flag. If we get out, fuck it, I really don't care about this game anyways. If we don't, then game over and we can go do some cool stuff or whatever. Two of us'll stick together, though. I'm gonna try and avoid throwing down with anybody on the other team, just because I don't want the school nurse to have to sew somebody's dick back into place on the first day of school. You got any objections, lemme know." Lynn stuck her hands in her pockets, and found nothing there. No pockets anymore. Right. Stupid suit. Feeling ridiculous in the damned spandex, she moved over to where her roommate and her posse was standing.

"'Sup," Lynn muttered, not really bothering with introductions, which were dumb and annoying. "Look-" Lynn paused. Gabby? Gab...Gabe. Gabe. It was Gabe. "Gabe, don't know how vested you are in this, but if we've got to play this bul-" she bit her tongue, remembering Jaska was there. "...this game, we, uh, might as well win." She lowered her voice a bit, not wanting the entire team's egos to be broken by the epiphany of Lynn's opinion of them. "I'm thinking us," she said, indicating herself, Alex, the three of them, "And those two," she nudged her head at Oscar and Reeva, "Are probably are best ones. I say we stick the Iron Giant and Kafka on defending this place, send everybody else up the middle as a distraction, and then we split around the sides. Then, like, bring it back or whatever." Lynn tugged at the neck of her suit, which was annoyingly tight. Everything was annoyingly tight, actually. "I want to get out of this f-" don't say fucking don't say fucking"fffffreaking thing, so if you have any better ideas, I'm down."

Evan DeRonde

Evan was knocked out of her observatory reverie by an alarm and the Adam guy calling out teams for Capture The Flag. Oh, she recognized this game now. American thing. Wasn't as popular back home, but sometimes they had played a version of it when she was still in school. Wait, fuck, did that mean she was in the States? She certainly fucking hoped not. Of all the places to be, she didn't want to deal with this place's confusing-ass money.

Okay, Capture the Flag. She wouldn't be motivated to play in her current mood, had she not been on the opposite team to Gabe. Now that that was a thing, she was a lot more into the idea of the game.

Sauntering over to a lizard man with some piano decoration on his back, she listened as he barked orders. Contrary to popular belief (at least in those that knew her) she was fine with taking orders, provided that those orders weren't bullshit. So, deciding to ignore the fact that holy shit what the fuck is this dude what the fuck, she approached him.

"You might want to quiet the fuck down, seeing as we probably don't want the other team knowing our strategy there, chef." she glanced around at their teammates, at the scenery in the area, and back to lizard man. She had absolutely no idea what anyone here could do except for a small sampling of Gabe's power. "Look, I don't know what the fuck else anyone else can do, but I have two options. I can go offensive or defensive, depending. It's really not important how, but I don't want any confusion."

What she said was true. She could use the telekinetic branch of her power to get over to the base in record time, or she could use her shields to defend the base. Really, she could use both branches effectively in either role. and, the more she thought about it, the more reason she had to change her mind.

"Actually..." She corrected, "I'm going offensive. Hope there's no confusion."

Gabriela Mya Valos.

There was a reason Gabe was withdrawn from the conversation. It seems her room mate Lynn decided to talk. Unusual, since Gabe and Lynn usually kept each other at arm's length - And that was the way Gabe liked it. She narrowed her eye at Lynn - No matter how hard I try to deny it, we aren't so different. Lynn was suggesting a plan that the three of them (Alex included, but Gabe was unsure of whether or not the girl would even be useful). Hm. Perhaps. She didn't know what the roomie or the light up girl was capable of, but Gabe was pretty fucking tough in an up front fight, and she didn't do any of that fancy shit. She rushes in, kicks ass, then leaves her enemy burning - Ehrm, she knew that such tactics weren't allowed. But maybe if she comes across Evan she'll have a 'lapse of control' and send her to the hospital.... Well, she was all in for Lynn's plan. She looked at Lynn, and casually shrugged, "No one got any better ideas, so I'm in."

Deborah Lillian Termellio, Shannon Jacqueline Balore.

So much information. So many plans. Deborah was piecing together this puzzle they called a game plan in that beautiful head of hers. Red his own plans to contribute, and it was up to Deborah to put them both together with a grand unifying plan. Which shouldn't be too hard with Shannon's intellect and her own ability to fill in the blanks of information. But Deborah had to address both plans. Because right now she's close to a leader as they get, and no one seems to have a problem with her. Good thing that I stepped up first. The problem she can tell right off the bat is cohesion. No one here is really close to each other, then there's the balance of students new and old, clashing egos, negative relations, so forth. Not too many here would logically work in a team - but it's a double-edged sword. The enemy team will be suffering from the same thing.

Which is why Deborah will be the unifying force. The one person everyone can relate to.

Red's plan was basically sending Jaska in, and getting the flag for them while his siblings support him, using Ella to take the enemy team head on, Aislin screws with the resources, Jake disguises everyone... Hmm... This plan could work in an aspect or two, but Deborah knew that the plan could use a little tweaking. Jake was an incredible resource to have on their side. One that could easily turn the tide of this fight. There was plenty more he could do here. As for Jaska... Hm... He was a valid option, he just looked fast. "Hmm... It's a good thing you gave me something to go off of, Red." Deborah started off. "I agree with most of it, but I think there are better things we can use Jake for." She needed to name a few off the top of her head, "Hiding the flag, confusing the enemy, and more.... I'll explain what I want you to do once I get the grand plan together."

A smug smile had worked it's way onto Jake's face. "Heh, I am the master of illusion. I personally think I can do the most work from that tower up there." Jake pointed at the top of the tower. "I can stay up there on my own. My power is pretty defensive."

Jaska was rather indifferent to the game, having to do something. But the prospects of all the good looking ladies here... All the pretty ladies... Adoring him, changed his opinion. He put on his game face, and balled his fist and punched it into an open palm. He must win! "Mhm, I can get it!" Winning means he wins their hearts.

Now, Deborah had everything she needed to piece together her plan. But, she had to be realistic here, she knew that everyone were less inclined to do what they didn't want to do. She needed to make one big plan everyone could get behind. One that they're certain that they'll do, and give everyone an important role. That was the key to this...

She tugged Shannon in closely, and whispered into her ear some things. Which got the attention of Valjean as he looked on curiously.

"Alright everyone, here's the plan." Deborah announced to the group. She has the plan that draws upon all their talents, and puts them all to good use. This plan, or the explanation, would have to be segmented into three parts, each person having a different role. Defense, Offensive, and flag recovery, of course. They had a sizable team already, and each person could fulfill a single role. "Alright, I'm going to start off with the teams I have in mind, it isn't anything you aren't expecting; but, I want everyone to be separated into three teams. The team that gets the flag, the team that goes on the offense, and one last team that defends our base and own flag." She nodded her head, looking at everyone.

That was the starting point. She had plenty to explain, and it had to work to the last detail. "I want two teams going to get the flag, attacking from different angles, at different times. So even if the first team gets... sidetracked, at least someone can grab the flag. I believe that Lynn and Alex should be the first team to get the flag." Deborah picked up that they wanted go off on their own. Their body language and tidbits of the conversation she heard. If any of them were observant (Or even listening, she already explained this) they would know that she knows because of her ability. "I personally suggest that, as Red suggested, Jaska, and maybe another, should be the backup team. Open for suggestions here." Deborah tapped her chin.

The offensive team was a whole another matter. Their best bet was to secure as much as the map as possible, and give cover for the flag runners. "I think that those with the more offensive oriented powers should be sent up towards the middle-field and take as much of the map as possible, and slow them down as much as you can. Secure the fortress while you're at it. It'll be helpful as I don't know what for the plan. Like I said, everyone with an offensive power should be apart of this team. I don't know how you'll go about it... But you'll find a way."

Finally, it came down to the most important team yet. The defensive team. If nobody defended the flag, then they're good as fucked. "The defensive team should stick with the flag much as possible. For my pick, I suggest Valjean. His desert powers are our best bet at keeping them at bay. Codi and Richard are also great picks for defense, but yeah, like I said, anyone is free to suggest."

Valjean laughed heartily. While he wasn't getting the flag, he was playing a vital role, and at least he'd be doing something. Most of these other kids he's been paired with look like they can't do jackshit. Whatever. Even if he has to go rush for the flag himself. Though, he'll leave it up to them. "Hm, you got it babe." He took a few steps forward, giving everyone an aside glance. "You kids better haul ass out the way fast. Once I get a desert going, everyone inside of it is going to get it. I'll try to keep it off of you."

Everyone was accounted for. But that wasn't the plan itself. That was just giving everyone their roles. The grand plan was up to Shannon. "Now, I explained my part of the plan, Shannon here will tell her ideas." She smirked, and nodded at her secret lover. "Take the lead."

"Pleasure is all mine." Shannon wryly said, bored. She remained quiet for a moment as she thought. There were so many people here she disliked, or would find a reason to. But that wasn't going to affect her professionally. "Now, this plan all mine. For the teams getting the flag, I suggest sneaking through the walls. They're the quickest shot to the enemy bunker, and they have cover, so that's a plus. The only problem is if anyone has the same idea. That, or use offensive team as a distraction... Under heavy fire, I'll be surprised if even the most observant person manages to take their eye off the person trying to punch them in the face to notice one person slipping by."

Then there was her ace in the hole, Jake. His illusionist powers were essential for this plan. "Jake, you're essential for this plan, and it requires you do not get taken out for any reason. Use someone as a shield if you have to." She started off, rather apathetic. "How long can you keep an illusion going?" She asked.

"Long as I can concentrate." Jake shrugged and answered dryly, "It gets harder the more illusions I have going."

"Good, then, for the most part, this should be simple." A grin had worked it's way onto Shannon's face. "Make our flag invisible, and put a fake flag in it's place. I'm certain Adam didn't say anything about hiding the flag." This was just the preliminary parts of her plan. She was going to leave the brutes to go fight this battle while she and Deborah plot and plan.

"Can do, miss." Jake replied.

"If we manage to get their flag, this is where the fun part comes in, Jake." Shannon started off with a smirk. She looked between the groups of people. "This might sound stupid, but whoever gets the flag should run out into the open... Where Jake will create an array of illusions to deceive them. Anything really. I suggest creating copies of the flag bearer, while keeping the real one invisible. It should be a straight shot back to our base if we play our cards right."

"Me and Debs will be supporting the offensive team the best we can." Shannon said, she felt the need to tell everyone what they're doing. "I'm going for Panda-man and Henry. I can stop them completely, or, at worst, slow them down." She drawn some fabric from her cape and created a thread between her fingers. A single thread. Altering it's tensile strength will give it durability compared to diamonds. Which will be enough to trip even the toughest Meta-humans.

"And I'll be pointing out anything you need to know." Deborah said.

Shannon inserted the closing comments; "In any case, if we can't get the flag, just try to stalemate it until the time limit runs out." She shrugged and closed her eyes. "That way, at least they don't win." Winning, losing, it didn't matter to Shannon, but she knew that it was all about putting forth the effort. Besides, despite that many would believe otherwise, she thought this might be quite fun. An exercise in her abilities.

Deborah looked up at the clock, and realized the match will be starting any second now. "We'd best get to ironing out our plan now. We don't have much time left."

Amanda Daisy Blackmore, & Nikki Biyung.

What the fuck? Lizard-man barking orders at her? Who the hell does he think she is? Defend? Fuck. That. She's not letting anyone else get the flag. She was going to just rush there the second the alarm bell. Though, she knew he was going to argue. Because god forbids anyone goes against his brilliant plan. "... You got it Lizardman." She spoke, trying to hide the sarcasm, winked at Nikki and Matt. The second the alarm blares she's going to just bum rush the flag, screaming like a psychopathic howler monkey pumped up on enough LSD to kill an elephant. For no discernible reason at all. She was going to chill for a second, get her bearing. Some chick walked up to them and asked a rather dumb question. Amanda put her hands on her hips, and make a 'Pttf' sound. "Well, sugar-tittas; take a guess." She giggled a bit before ignoring Paige. It was pretty obvious something like that was going to happen.

Scouting was something Nikki could pull off. In fact, she was doing so right now. Bugs were all over the room at the moment. She was going to keep out of any direct confrontation, leave that to the fighters. Her job was going to be camera work. When Paige walked up and asked a question, Amanda spoke before she could, and very rudely. She shot Amanda a displeased glare. Nikki let out a sigh, answering her question the proper way. "... Uh, sorry, I don't know for sure, but I think there will be a siren or something." It was obvious, but Nikki knew that. Then again, she was in the spotlight again. She awkwardly stumbled for another conversation. "Um, I think we should all know each other's names... Just for future reference, you know. I'm Nikki." Heh, funny. She was a recluse that was okay with staying in the sidelines until powers came into the mix. Now, she wasn't as timid as everyone saw her as. I wonder how long that will last.

Amanda rolled her eyes. Don't make it easier for the idiots who ask the obvious questions. She face palmed, metal loudly clanged against her face... She probably should have remembered her hand is made of metal. It stung a little bit. Well, she introduced herself. "Amanda D. Blackmore. What a pleasure it is to meet you."

Theresa Sindel Obott, & Dana Lucille Alcott.

"... I guess that means we're the team cheerleaders, Poppy-flower." Theresa said to Poppy with a grin on her face (Which was hidden by the gas mask). She leaned up against the wall. She wasn't too thrilled to be playing capture the flag merely because she's useless most of the time. She doesn't like using her power even in the slightest. Unless an accident happens - and by accident she means a 'oh dear God he's going to die in five seconds unless someone helps him!' kind of shenanigans - Theresa was going to keep her magical super drug to herself. Thankfully, Henry gave her watchdog duty, which was just about all she could do. Anyone runs up, she will stick her head out the door and, casually, tell everyone the flag is being taken. Though, this was still a great situation for some good old tension breaking. Theresa put her feet together, and saluted Henry, like a soldier showing respect in the army. She spoke, with sarcastic bravado, "Do not worry, Captain, Sergeant, Commander, General, Henry! We will guard this flag with our lives!" She nodded her head. Before involving Poppy, going off a little joke she made earlier. ".... No, not really. More of with Poppy's life because I am using her as a shield!" Tess got behind Poppy, and put both her hand on the little girl's. "The shield that will defend the flag!" Just like before, Tess was playing around. In all actuality, she'd probably just let them grab the flag and go on their merry way.

Dana was also hoping to stay. She was certainly uncomfortable with using her power. While it was hard for most people to discern what her power even is (Since they'll never actually see her), anyone with a brain could guess. "... I'm going to stay with Tess and Poppy, if you don't mind, Henry." Dana rolled over to Theresa, Poppy and Chris. Mid-movement, she paused for a bit and looked back at Henry. "... It'd be cheating otherwise." Her speed and reflexes are unparalleled the second she puts on the helmet. There'd be no way anyone could keep up with her. All she'd have to do is go there, grab the flag, and be right back.

Sylvia Lana Bertoose.

Meh. With the chucklefuck on this team, and all the people she actually cares about on that team, Sylvia wasn't motivated to even try. Because, what the fuck is the point? No winning or losing equals boring bullshit. Besides, the last thing Sylvia cared about was what that Chucklefuck Adam thought of her ability. She was good as she needed to be, and this game was fucking stupid. Sylvia got on top of her team's bunker, and sat on the edge while everyone was doing their own thing. She put her ear buds in, and started listening to music. Thoughts by Steve Levant. She was going to either sit this one out... It didn't matter to her if her team thought she was dead weight. Fucking blame Adam and the school for that. She would be pumped for this if she was with Jake and Gabe, against the Chucklefuck and Valjean... Well, Valjean is on their team. Sylvia wants to do nothing more than knee him in the nuts. Sylvia smirked deviously. Perhaps she could get a few laughs out of her own team to stay entertained - and What better way to stay entertained than to piss off your own team? She could toss Henry's entire plan into the shitter, or find some petty way to annoy them. For no reason other than it would amuse her.

But screwing over her team would make Valjean's ego even bigger. Meh. Anything would inflate that limp-dick Chucklefuck's ego. Besides, she'd earn brownie points with the other team.

Henry shot some stupid orders her way - or were they? She wasn't listening, but they most likely were. Sylvia shrugged and played along, "Aye-aye, captain." She heard the speakers announcement. Which meant her fun was about to begin. God, she wished they let her bring her guitar with her. That would make this soooo much more fun. Oh well, she was going to have some fun.

((The match will start next post of mine))

Quinn Daives

Quinn listened quietly and to the plan then hummed a little bit. It would work, but she wasn't exactly sure how she'd fit in since no one seemed to notice her. She just shrugged and resigned herself to taking up a defensive position with the flag.

While her powers were definitely offensive, she figured that she could be of more use. What was the point of constantly defending when you had no way of really sending them back to regroup? She didn't say anything, if someone cared to know her power, she'd tell them. But she wasn't keen on sharing the information openly.

She looked over her suit once more and frowned at it. The damn thing was very tight, but it--thankfully--came with a rather discreet cup. Quinn huffed at the posturing from the scorpion guy, but retained her silence. Which reminded her that she needed some ammo.

She began to walk around and picked up some sturdy rocks of different sizes. She weighed them carefully, so as not to get anything larger or heavy than a paintball. Once she had a good amount of them, she set them into the loading bay on her suit's left arm.

Tetsuya & Asae Kyuuji & Annabella Ravencroft
Truthfully Tetsuya didn't want to play capture the flag, it was really pointless in the end, but seeing as Henry called him up to do something he had no choice. He looked to Asae and she waved him off "No way in hell am I participating in this....have fun" she turned on her heels and waved backwards as she went to the observation deck, she wanted NO part in any of the cluster fucking and circle jerking that was gonna happen. Tetsuya looked to the other girl that was suppose to be joining him, but he shrugged, if anything he would just have to do things on his own and follow the plan, not like he had any other plan. Getting on all fours, Tetsuya's pupils turned into a bigger rounder black. His normally retracted claws, extended outward and he sat waiting for the bell to ring looking back at Henry and simply nodding. Asae made her way up to the observation deck and looked to see both Adam and The other teacher, Annabella. She stood next to both of them "Hope I'm not going against any of your rules, Mr.Blackmore, but I'm sure someone told you about my powers, which is why I opted out of not joining in CTF as my power can be quite...dangerous as you would put it" she looked over to Annabella who was sketching again and she noticed that it was the girl who lit up from earlier, turning into a blue flame. She sat cross legged and tried to awkwardly make conversation with Annabella "So, um do you know that girl?" Annabella looked up from her clipboard, zoning back in and looking around.

"Oh what? Oh, yeah she's actually pretty famous in the Freerunning and Parkour Community. She came from out of no where, but she's good, I'm shocked honestly, prior to her arrival here, she was suppose to be participating in most likely the biggest or one of the biggest competitions for the community, she could have very well taken First place in that competition to be honest..." She noticed Asae was looking at the girl "Ella Seizu, her powers consist of fire, though he would most likely know to what extent they go. I would love to have a conversation with her, especially with someone like her who has such an interesting history" Annabella almost shook with excitement, she had only ever worked with one other amnesia patient and he ended up leaving my care" Asae looked at her slightly off in a way that made Annabella chuckle "her scars, they aren't self inflicted, and how she is acting, is not someone who is both looking for attention or in mental pain. Those are wounds from someone else, I would assume you would have noticed that as well?" Asae shrugged.

"I really don't care to be honest, she doesn't seem to be the type that I would like to be friends with anyways" Annabella looked at her oddly.

"And what makes you say that?" she bit on the end of her pen.

"Well for starters, she seems to be more self absorbed with making friends here, which don't get me wrong isn't a bad thing, but considering how much I've gone through before getting here, I'm not...how do you say it, exactly a girly girl. I have scars up and down my body, I rarely care about the trivial things such as make up and if my boyfriend thinks im pretty or not, which ironically enough is a giant freaking panda. I'm sure that some people even made jokes, who wouldn't, a Giant ass Panda bear and a girl my size, I'd have to be crazy to be with him right?" she laughed half heartedly and the other half being slightly angered. Annabella looked her up and down and looked over to Tetsuya who was sitting around waiting for the match to begin.

"If you want my honest opinion Mrs.Kyuuji, why do you care so much what others say. I for one admire you, loving someone like Tetsuya, regardless if you have a fetish or not, which in all honestly we all have our own kinks, but I see it in both your eyes, hell I could even feel it being around you two. There's a reason both of you survived whatever you two went through prior to coming here. So if you want my opinion, I'd say that if they dont like you, there's no reason for you to care. I do recommend however that you do have more than one friend thats not Tetsuya and not a teacher. While yes you two are about to get married, you two have been with each other for how long?" Asae laughed.

"Since I was 13, I haven't had a single friend since meeting him, and that's because of my fam-" Annabella put her hand up and stopped her "You don't have to go into it, a lot of people have family issues, including me, so i understand. BUT regardless, having contact with him and mostly only him is not healthy, not matter how happy he makes you, know what I mean?" Asae nodded slightly "I know it might be hard but I do recommend it as both a teacher and a doctor" she looked to Adam and looked to him to add anything to what she said if he wanted, though she doubted he cared much, not didn't, but on a scale of one to ten, this was like a two if that for him, most likely.

Estell Szüts

Ella looked around and listened to both plans, honestly she didn't care what she did, as of now, the only "friend" or acquaintance much more like it that she was most interested in, was on the other team. Red seemed like a pretty smart and cool guy, but not the type of guy you would invite to hang out on the weekends. Mark had, while he did look at her for a matter of seconds, still gave her a creeper vibe, so yeah...no. She simply sat and when she heard her name she looked at Jaska. Then she felt...something, her flames within her body was suddenly raging, suddenly growing stronger, even time she looked at the little kid, the flames with in grew with intensity What in the fuck...is...is that kid doing this? Jaska was his name I think.... then he name was brought up again. Ella stepped up "I'll support Jaska if you don't mind, I think that if I have the little people around me that aren't the enemy, the better it'll be" She walked over to Jaska and it felt even stronger than before. While the others talked, Ella tapped Jaska's shoulder "Hey there, my name is Ella Seizu...Um may i ask you a question? Why is it, that my flames are stronger when you're are close? Is that your power? or?" she looked at him with a deadpan serious face, saying this so only the select few could hear her besides Jaska.

Well that was easier than Peter first anticipated. So he was right on his hunch, about supposing this girl having the skill-set he sought for, but something about the situation seemed too easy. She was too agreeable. He couldn't help but wonder if this girl had her own motives, and maybe she was too interested in his work. What if she wanted it for herself? Or to sell it? God hath no fury like a man whose lost everything he ever put his life into. It would be a sick joke. Months of boot camp? Wasted on his first mission. Years of seeking an answer to his arm? A sudden development of a superpower that made it impossible to recover his missing limb. Re-evaluating his mission statement to help others? A little delinquent of a girl, one of whom he intended to help, steals the work and sells it. He had to avoid that outcome by any means, of course. He nodded Lynn off before she left with her friend Alex. Peter, along with a flock of other students, was herded off into the arena below to play a game. It was a waste of time by Peter's book, and he knows one of these kids would try to take the lead and formulate some kind of half-baked tactical plan. Peter didn't care enough about these games to throw in his two cents - or even rectify any of the plans that would be birthed from this random allotment of students.

When he reached the group of kids that made up Team One, what he founded wasn't too far off from his predictions. Multiple people were pitching in their strategies and one of the girls anointed themselves the leader or tactician, taking control of the situation. Where there is such place for admiration to be found in that, he doubted there she had a solid foundation of reputation and/or respect. Anyways, the plan sounded far too contrived. Too solid. It didn't leave much room for flexibility and assumed the movements of the opposing team and disregarded the potential plans that they themselves had concocted. A good way to disrupt their plans would be to disrupt the standard means of visibility while establishing a form of communication through among the team. Speaking of which, eliminating the standard means of visibility... there seemed to be some implication of the Valjean boy making a desert. Something with sand? If sandstorms could be conjured, okay, but that alone wasn't quite good enough. The whole arena had lights everywhere. The ceiling, inside the bunkers. That means there's an electrical system hooked up.

That means an arm.

Along with the possible side effect of putting the entire arena out of light. He probably ought to warn somebody, if anything, just so he doesn't ruin their fun. Peter only didn't want to play, not ruin the game for everyone. Peter looked around him and at all the students he towered above. It was funny, how he stood out like a sore thumb. Yet nobody payed him heed. He supposed things like that were common around here. He looked at the boy, who was presumably Jake. He thought about this for a moment. He wanted to warn them, but in doing so, he'd end up having to bring up some sort of compensation for them. Another plan. Ah, well. He'll let these kids duke it out. He'll help. A little.

"Do not worry your illusions, Jake." Peter droned monotonically as he set a heavy hand to rest on his shoulder. He looked at the rest of the students around him. If he had a normal body, he'd sigh in resignation. "I will act on my inii--itiative... I may cut the lights in doing so."

Peter pointed a finger at the girl he had met earlier - Alex. "In that event... Alex glows. Alternative to your plan, anyone else that produces light can join with her. The two march forward. We can form a pincer maneuver. Other offensive-oriented individuals hide in the gloom on both sides. Alex and battle buddy generate a threatening presence and creates priority, and prompts an opposing charge. The flanking units come out and clamp down on them in a surprise attack. Two bodies scout along the edges and keeps their distance, then goes for the target during the Charlie Foxtrot."

Honestly, this plan depended on the opposing forces movements as much as Deborah's. But this plan at least intended to control opposing movements - and the element of surprise that comes with cutting the lights, whatever their plan might be, his plan might throw a wrench in it and the first, initial charge of the glowing two should apply enough pressure on them to forget aspects of the plan they had started with. Thusly having to focus on defense.

Peter continued. "If no one else can produce light, then I can join with Alex. When it works, Alex and I can fall back on defense. Jake won't have to put in as much energy."

With a tap of his foot, he let loose a light discharge to count the number of people on the other side. When it stretched along the arena, he noticed something peculiar. On the ceiling, and high on the walls were tiny little lifeforms. Everywhere... he made another discharge with another tap of his foot, a little stronger this time, to easier discern them. They were insectile. They belonged to somebody on the opposing team. The institution wouldn't just let these things nest. They crawled between the light panels, as to not block light and appear suspicious. No one else might have noticed. Peter was still facing upward at the ceiling.

"... If that's what we decide to do, give it a moment. There's a problem that I will bee-eie... able to take care of before we start... must remove the eyes... my plan will be able to disrupt opposing forces' plans. We apply the pressure on them. Until then we can stay put. Pretend we're on the defense."

A siren blared in the room, and a (prerecorded) announcer shouted, "3... 2... 1... Begin!"

Jake Vin Valos.

The second this big metal fucker put his hand on him, Jake's face contorted into a look of sheer horror - Despite him trying to contain it. He seen some fucked up shit from the Meta-human community, but it was only when they were touching him, that he got uncomfortable. It felt like this dude could crush her shoulder like it was nothing. Well, at least he sounded benevolent... Wait. What the hell is Iron Giant planning? Knocking out the lights...? Actually, that was a pretty good idea. Not everyone could see in the dark, but with Gabe and himself on the team, they were more than sufficient. "Alright, thanks... Uh, Richard? I'm all for cutting the lights. I could make plenty of light, and it'll be easier to confuse them in the dark." The countdown ending was certainly a surprise. Jake was savvy enough to assume that he would want to get away from Peter when he knocks out the lights. He turned to Peter, and nonchalantly said, "Do your thing, Robot-man." He was hoping this would be entertaining to say the least.

Deborah Lillian Termellio.

Battle buddy, Charlie Foxtrot, Pincer Maneuver. Hearing Peter's plan certainly got Deborah curious (Peter has an extensive military background, he is an experienced soldier. Do not disregard, Deborah). A soldier too? What other surprises does this metal man hold? Deborah looked straight at Peter. Hm, it looked like it would hold better than her own plan - And after all the thought they put into it! Either way, she would rather give the glory to someone else than fail horribly (And on the same coin, it would be Peter's fault if the plan fails!). So, in a way, it's a win-win... Though, Peter's plan presented a bit of a problem. Deborah's power won't work too well in the dark, and she won't be able to get intel on everyone like she normally could. Still, she was ultimately unimportant once the match starts. She shrugs. The first thing Deborah was going to do was confirm that "Alright guys, I know we already got together for one plan, but I can tell that Peter knows what he's talking about," She nodded and smiled at the metal man... He was certainly something that was hard to read. No body language... Which meant less things to fill in the blanks with. Nonetheless, she'll find a way. Deborah looked at Peter, "We can go with your plan, Peter, it's not too different from mine. Just more... How do I say this, uh, tactical?" She decided to just nod her head and continue, "I can tell two people. We have more than enough for the-" She finger quoted, somewhat amused, since she couldn't help but think of a sex joke, "-Scissor Maneuver... Just let we take a look around for a moment, and get a gist of things." Next thing she did was scan.

Deborah cleared her mind. Breathed in the moment, and looked at her team. If they were going to win, she needed to know who could do what. Fortunately all she had to do was look at them for a bit, get some body language. Her eyes turned towards that Quinn girl... Or at least that's what Debs thought from her name. She looked somewhat athletic. She wasn't very talkative, but then again, they didn't pay her any attention. Her own fault because she was so caught up in her planning that she forgot about her lovely team. Quinn was picking up some rocks off the ground, and Debs asked herself - What is the cause here? (She is gathering ammunition for power, most likely a telekinetic or energy power). Ah, gotcha power. The girl was new here, Debby could tell from the way she carried herself. "Quinn? That was your name, right?" She asked, trying to get the girl's attention. She pointed at the rocks Quinn were picking up, "I get the idea that your power is offensive? You can go with everyone else."

Next, there was another girl, Kristen (Avoid at all costs). The girl who fucked up Red with her pheromones (Uninterested in playing, needs motivation). Deborah had already gotten a bit of information off the girl already, so there wasn't. What the girl didn't realize is that she's more useful than she seems. Her pheromones could serve as a distraction, it'd be interesting to see what her pheromones. If they could get her to act, that is. Despite knowing the risks, Deborah got close to Kristen, with Team 2 being a powerhouse, they needed every advantage they could get. The more she got close to Kristen, the more her own power told her of all the ways she's being affected by them, but her willpower was greater. She had a mission... But wasn't Kristen so damn appealing? -No, no, Deborah, that is the pheromones talking. She put her hand on Kristen's shoulder, "Hey... I'm Deborah. I can tell what you're ability is because... My own power gives me information about what I perceive... and I'm getting lots from you." She started off, nodding her head. "I know you don't want to play, but, you're actually more useful than you think you are. You can help us by keeping them distracted... Don't you want to help them?" She gestured towards the Valos since she could tell they were friends. Okay, Deborah was kinda veering on manipulative bitch her... Playing off Kristen's emotions, and compassionate personality - No, I don't want to use it that way... I promised I'd only use it to help. But aren't I helping now? No one gets hurt... No, don't try to rationalize it. I'm one step away-

"3... 2... 1..."

Oh for the love of God, don't tell me-

"... BEGIN."

"... Fuuuuuuuck!" Deborah hissed through her teeth. Great, great, great. Now, she couldn't take the few extra moments needed to get her squad together. Hopefully, everyone's going with Peter's plan as discussed, if not, then they might as well throw the match. But, it was only a matter of time before Peter enacted his plan and the lights went out. "Umm... The lights are about to go out, if you want to help - which I really would like - then come with me." She offered a hand to Kristen, because it'd be better if they stick together in the dark.

Deborah anticipated the moment her power goes ead.

Jaska, & Gabe Valos.

Hmph. A girl had approached them. A chick with this gray ass hair, and red eyes. Basic meta-human. Nothing special in her eyes. Gabe gave her a dismissive look, and was about to turn back to Lynn. However, when she started talking, that got her attention. She was somewhat more interested in Jaska than herself. Which annoyed her, since what the bloody hell could this girl do with her little brother? However, that answered itself.

First, Jaska had to begin with his usual routine, "Hiiiii, pretty lady!" He wondered how this girl already knew his name, but as quick basically went in one ear, and out the other. He leaped his way off Gabe's shoulder, and right onto the ground. He sized her up, digging his claws into the ground... He was about to ask why her hair was grey. Like only old people's hair was grey was this girl old? Weird. He would have commented on that, but kept his trap shut when she asked him about how her flames are stronger when she's around. Oh, that was simple, the Fire Heart. It made Jaska regress back to his conversation with Stephen. The Fire Heart not only raised his body heat quite a bit, but it made flames more intense. "Oh?" The boy was perceptive enough to tell that she was a fire-type. He lowered his head, and started looking at his chest. A bright light started emanating through his skin, and the fire heart appeared, along with a warm heat. It was a star, a ball of fire. The heat he gave off was rather intense. Fortunately, the people near him had some degree of heat resistance. "It must be... the Fire-Heart... It makes fires hot if I'm close to them..." He recoiled, like he felt shame or something, "Sorry if I'm bothering you... I can't really help it...."

Even Gabe was looking on. She gave Ella a look of disdain. "If it is, then that's not your fault." She spoke to him like the grey-haired girl wasn't there. If Ella had a problem with her little brother, that means Ella is going to have a problem with her.

Though, even Jaska knew it'd be best for everyone if he just changed the subject. Well, Ella kinda hit all the right buttons here. One; she was a pretty lady, two; she shoots fire (Just like he does!), and three; did he mention she was a pretty lady? He suddenly turned spastic, "Sure, you can come with me!" He said with child-like glee. "I'm gonna get the flag!"

Offering to watch Jaska for her? Oh isn't this girl so kind? Normally, she would call bullshit on this, but she felt like she couldn't stop him either way. Besides, she has her own role to fulfill. Like punching that Evan bitch square in the tits! She heard some mention taking out the lights, and a plan... Then the match started. Crap. They were still sitting here planning, and they needed to start acting. That meant it was her time to shine (Pun intended). She balled her fists and made them glow with a brilliant red light. Unlike the previous display, it wasn't blindingly bright. It was bright like a flash-light. She turned to Ella, "Alright, fire crotch, I'll leave him to you." She spit onto the floor, not showing an ounce of class. "But, if anything happens to him; we're going to have a nice long talk, ya' dig?" Talk in this situation means punch the fuck out of her tits. But, she waited for the lights to go out. That was when she was going to act. Peter said something about creating priority? Pttf. That's child's play. Nothing gets someone's attention like a volley of fucking lasers threatening to tear their balls off!  Gabe walked up to Peter, and said, "... If ya' need someone to light them the fuck up, there's me." Displaying her glowing hands.

With Gabe gone, Jaska went with Ella. He climbed up on her shoulder, and wrapped his tail around her shoulders... Resisting the strange urge to strangle her with it. He felt confident this time around - But that's probably due to the fact he's more comfortable around females. "Lead the way."

Valjean Vaseal.

For good reason, Valjean was unconcerned with tactics and planning. The way he saw it; plans were irrelevant, you had to rely on short term thinking and pure instinct. Like an obedient dog, he was given an order, and he sure as hell was going to follow it. So right when the timer ran out, Valjean was first out. He started rushing forward out the door to his bunker. "Alright, kids, act fast!" He shouted as he raised his pincer high up into the air. He needed to act fast, because it takes him time to get an effective desert up and running. That meant these kids were gonna have to deal with a little sand in their coochies. He slammed his hand onto the floor of the arena, and his power went to work. Suddenly, the air started heating up, nobody would notice it until it was too late. Bits of sand appeared and started spreading outwards, slowly, but gradually coating the floor underneath his feet. Once his team got out the way, he would turn the entrance into a sand storm. Like he said, he was keeping the sand off the kids for now, unless they want to play sandbox - but fuck that. Once they were clear, he'd get one sandstorm going, and sure as hell wouldn't stop.

Nikki Biyung, & Amanda Daisy Blackmore.

"... I'M GONNA WRECK IT!" That was the loudest sound Amanda made. She wanted to announce what she thought of Henry's 'master' plan eloquently. She reached into the metal floor, and molded together a massive metal wrecking ball - Get it? Because I'm gonna wreck it? - attached to a chain, and heaved it over her shoulder. She slammed it into the floor of the arena, creating a massive boom of pure sound. Now that she's made that display. Using her metal manipulation she raised the ball into the air and made it spin in the air in a threatening display. Of course, she wasn't allowed to crush someone against the wall with a giant wrecking ball (But only laws are in her way). But they're not going to be thinking about that when she's swinging it at them very menacingly! That said, she rushed forward, screaming like a maniac holding the chain of her wrecking ball in both hands. She showed nothing but a reckless abandon. Defending would have been gay. Fake and gay.

"Wait, Amanda! The plan!" Nikki tried to go after Amanda, but she was more afraid of getting her face smashed in by that wrecking ball than concerned with the plan. Ugh. There was no talking to that damn girl. "They're on the move! I'll try to keep tabs on their movements while I scout!" Nikki hadn't sent all her bugs to go scout on them. She still had plenty of bugs with her. The flying ones hovered around her, while the others crawled at her feet. The rest of her bugs were all over the room, it was her team's first move in this glorious game of chess. "Who's going to cover me!?" She shouted. But, some chick started blasting terribad rap music and made it hard as balls to communicate with each other. Worst of all.

This chick was on their team.

Sylvia Lana Bertoose.

Siren's on. Sylvia just waited as the timer ran out. With her eyes closed and a devious grin on her face. She had the perfect way of screwing with her own team. The second it started, she switched on her iPod to some Nicki Minaj and started playing it. She wasn't a fan of the music herself, but it was perfect for the people who hated it. She got off the top of her bunker, and smirked like a fool, as she skipped towards the enemy base. Slowly. She was playing the music through her headphones, but with easily the most basic use of her power she quickly made it rise to insanely loud levels.



Stupid Hoe. One of the most annoying songs Sylvia has ever had the pleasure of coming across! Hopefully her team mates will be chill with her passion, because, at this point, it was loud enough to cause the arena to shake. Loud enough that it'd be painful to anyone too close, uncomfortable outside of that, and annoying in all ranges. Everyone would hear it, but her own team would get the worse of it. She even started singing along to it. "You a stupid hoe, a stupid stupid hoe...."

Quinn Daives

Quinn held another rock in her hand when someone addressed her. She looked to Deborah then gave a bit of a grin, "Yeah. That's my name. If ya don't mind, I'll stick to scorpion tank over there." she nodded to Valjean and stood to her full height quickly. "He's good, but...I doubt he will be of much use in long ranged combat or fast paced CQC. My power is more..flexible than his." She said then loaded up the rock.

When Deborah took her leave, the teen heard the buzzer sound. She chambered a rock along her outside forearms and activated her power. The loud, booming noises of that...absolutely irritating rap song provided a good source of energy from within her. Her adrenaline spiked which kicked her power into high gear.

She set her feet and felt the bass thrum through her body before the vibrations were absorbed and compounded. It was a slow build for her as she took every vibration and weaved them together (metaphorically speaking). They built and built, every new thrum added a layer of revolving, recycling inner energy. She felt the tight coils surround her left arm as she manipulated the energy into forming around both arms. Her right began to charge up, the energy was shimmering in visibility, and formed a basic looking...set of rails. The coil around her arm was faintly shimmering as well for a few seconds. "All charged up." she smirked.

Mark

It would seem as though Mark's words fell on deaf ears when a siren blared and everything turned to chaos. And apparently Nikki Minaj at maximum volume. The loud music actually helped Mark keep focus: he could now tell how fast he was thinking by how slow the song sounded. However, the sheer amount of sound made it quite painful on the ears. What was disheartening was that it seemed to be coming from a team member that looked as though they really did not want to participate. She had (most likely dyed) long silver hair, and was defiantly singing along to the idiotic lyrics. She was someone that Mark wanted to steer clear of..

..And seeing as anarchy had triumphed over 'Godzilla's' plans, Mark decided that he would best serve his team by staying with the flag. He had definitely been thinking too hard about it all.

The lights then went out without warning. He walked over to what he planned to defend, grasped at its pole, and stood there. Mark imagined he would find out how nimble he could be today.

"Paige. Pleasure to mee..." The siren blared, cutting her off as the announcer began the countdown. So much for introductions. Still, she'd learned at least a little about some of her teammates. Amanda, for instance, was an asshole. A really powerful asshole from the looks of it, but still an asshole. Her and Nikki seemed pretty tight though, so there almost had to be something more than just two people who met and hit it off, considering just how different they were. What that something was, Paige had no idea, and at this point it didn't really matter.

What did matter was this godawful music that suddenly started blaring from some silver-haired girl that was casually skipping along in the wake of Amanda's headlong charge, uncaring of the effect the music had on her teammates. Or maybe she did care, and was really working for the other team. Either way, god that music is terrible! Who the hell even puts that on their ipod? There was something seriously messed up about that girl. Paige had heard Steven talk about psychological warfare before, but he'd never mentioned anything as cruel as this. What was even weirder was that the music seemed to energize Paige herself, loud as it was. She felt like she could run for days all of a sudden, like she'd just had a dozen energy drinks and was never gonna sleep again. This had happened before a couple times, mostly when she got too close to a fire or that time when lightning hit a nearby tree, but never with just music. Maybe this is the part of me that Steven thinks they'll be able to help me understand. Regardless, she wasn't going to waste this energy.

Without waiting to see what had become of Amanda and her reckless charge, Paige darted off to the right and through the nearest door in the wall, then made a beeline for the other team's base. She was fairly certain the other team would send people into the walls as well, they'd be idiots not to, but she'd just have to deal with them when they appeared.

Atticus Fowler

Atticus was eager to begin in the match when it was decided that they would go along with the robotic-looking guy, Peter’s plan. Of all the things that could have won him over and made him like a person, few things would do it as quickly as suggesting an idea that put Atticus at an extreme advantage. It was doubtful that there was any animal-meta more suited for complete darkness than he was. While everyone stumbled around in the shadows, even perhaps those who could lay claim to having ‘night vision’ Atticus would have the most powerful vision of anyone else present. He didn’t see any windows in the arena, which meant that when the lights went out, all light would probably result from people who had the capability to produce it; although Atticus did allow the concern that someone would get in trouble, later, for putting out the lights, which might interfere with the faculty’s surveillance.

With the concept of the plan in mind, Atticus prepared himself to enter a world of what he presumed would be near-total darkness. The three-pronged hook-like lure, which had been previously folded up and out of the way on his head, extended out, and the black membranes within the lure folded back to reveal a blight blue-white light. The black membranes inside of other organs located just beneath his eyes also folded back, revealing an intense, and pure-red glow. All over his body, blue photophores lit up, small pinprick dots of blue-white light that he produced himself in special cells, unlike the areas on his face, which relied on bioluminescent bacteria. It was not that impressive with the lights still on, but in the darkness, it would be strange, and completely alien. Atticus intended to use his light-producing abilities, which were not useful as flashlights except to him, in order to toy with his enemies, if need be. He could put all the lights out in an instant.

When the match began, he realized that it would be the most extreme game (Though nobody seemed to treat it that way) that he had ever taken part in. A desert was starting to whip up around the scorpion guy, Valjean, presumably caused by his powers, which would probably turn into an actual sand-storm, and nobody would want to be in the middle of it. Atticus tilted his head a little bit at it, the yellow lenses on his eyes blinking. He also heard in the distance an extremely distasteful song, blasting out at full volume. It was awful, and Atticus could not help but wonder why someone would play it, when it was probably miserable for Team 2 to have to listen to it; unless it was a case where someone had just ignored whatever carefully-concocted plan the people had come up with. Atticus knew it was good for his team, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity; it stinks getting betrayed, even though this is just a game.

Atticus decided that he would be one of the people ‘hiding in the gloom’ as Peter had put it. He had never gotten an opportunity to use his powers in such a strong degree of darkness. He wanted to see how well he would perform in the situation, even if it seemed like a few people were going crazy. In his own way, Atticus would go crazy, as he was surrendering to a strong desire to startle things when they couldn’t see him. He was pretty sure that on a certain level it was an instinct.

He was going to have fun with this.

Codi Bailey

Codi was confident in her capability to defend the flag, even if she didn’t know how well she would get along with other people doing the exact same thing. She knew Atticus wouldn’t stay behind to defend the flag with her if he was getting an opportunity to use his powers in pitch-black darkness. She didn’t mind, though, because she wanted her entire team to succeed in the match; not just her best friend. Codi could actually use the darkness to her advantage, if she got to the right position. Her idea was to turn her back towards the enemy’s side, Reef’s body concealing her own, and threatening anything that appeared. In darkness, even with all his bright coloration, nobody would see Reef, which meant they could realistically walk right into the giant parasitic urchin.

Codi anticipated that if someone walked into Reef, she could take control of the urchin with her thoughts, and force them right back to their side. She had the capability to do so. Codi wasn’t gifted speed-wise; she couldn’t sprint or run, but she could walk fast enough to keep up with most regular people. If Codi wanted to move quickly to overtake someone who was running, however, she had to do something else. Because she couldn’t run, she had to use Reef for locomotion in such cases, though it was nothing fancy or graceful. Reef’s six arms spanned out in all directions, and were each eight feet in length; they were strong enough to lift Codi and the parasite’s weight combined, and they could effectively move in the flailing, arm-slinging fashion of a brittle-star. In this manner of locomotion, Codi was far more maneuverable and offensive than her appearance led people to believe. She wasn’t intending to go on the offensive, still, because she was better as a living obstacle.

Codi did not want people to get hurt, but she was also not going to be naïve, and think that if lights went out and blinded the people watching the game, that the students would all behave. She had learned to never trust people to be completely honest; honest people were rare and few in number. There would probably be illegally inflicted injuries somewhere, some people looked like that was exactly what they wanted to do. Codi did not want to be one of the victims, and so it was that, despite the fact that she might feel concern if someone was stung by Reef, she wasn’t going to apologize if they actively tried to hurt her. If they tried to attack the human part of her with the intentions of causing harm, she wouldn’t resist the urge to scratch them, either; which would be the ultimate way of teaching people to be wary of her. This in mind, though, she wouldn’t do these things unless she was forced to.

These dark revelations taken into consideration, Codi nodded in agreement with Peter’s plan, “I can’t see in the dark, but that wouldn’t matter, if everyone else is blind, too. They could walk right into me, couldn’t they?” She looked over at the metal guy, Peter, and then at the other person he had mentioned would be on defense, Alex, “We can all probably have a lot of fun with this, if we position ourselves right.”

With this said, she proceeded to go wherever she was meant to be positioned.

Peter's turned his head down from facing the ceiling and back to Deborah. Oddly enough, that girl was rather faithful in Peter's strategy. An odd amount of faith, given how it threw away her own entire plan. He suspected she knew a thing or two already - with a little observation, it became clear she knew a thing or two about a lot of things. She accurately picks out details and traits of people without much to go on. A kind of enhanced cognition. He felt a little leery of her, but remained inconspicuous with his suspicions. He let the team of students think more on about the newly developed strategy and let Deborah piece what she had to work with together. He figured she knew more about the capabilities of the students around her more than he did. There was one other girl that had approached him though. He was unable to make out some of the finer details of her, or possible skin flaws, but he did make out an eye-patches, and sensed faintly the wrinkles and creases of her skin, namely on her hands - she was too young to have received those naturally. Those were burn scars. She made mention of "lighting people up". If she was as flashy as she seemed to prescribe herself as, then she would make an excellent distraction. This girl wasn't the only one. There was another, with a creature on her back. She made mention of not being able to see in the dark, and walking into people. Those were valid concerns.

First, he looked to Gabriela. "If you can keep hostile eyes on you, then yes. As long as you do not illuminate the flanking units." Then he turned to face Codi. "The chargers will allow enough light in the center of the room for frame of reference, and should be dramatic enough to distract the opposing force and keep their eyes on them; but yes, the positioning is every--"

The abrupt alarm interrupted Peter's explanation. He had not quite payed attention to the background noise like he perhaps should have done, but it was just a minor nuisance. Shortly after, the girl he had met from before - Amanda Blackmore - went straight into action and developed a massive ball and chain. Made of metal. Which was honestly pretty disconcerting. And following shortly after, another one of theirs was playing music that extended beyond the normal limits of any MP3. Was their plan to intimidate them? Big displays? Surely, the team Peter was on wouldn't be fazed by such a display. They had a plan that should throw them way off. And such a straightforward plan wouldn't fly well anyways. He faced the rest of the group.

"Stand your ground for now, pretend to be on the defensive. I will cut the lights, but do not proceed until I say goo-ooe..."

That said, Peter went to action. He didn't necessarily care about the results, he just didn't want to leave these kids with the short end of the stick. His main concern? Getting to an electrical outlet and siphoning the power. That electrical arm. Ten minutes in most cases, if he just kept it like that. Whatever Peter planned on doing? It would probably leave him with five to seven minutes on his arm. He retreated into the bunk, subtle uses of electrical discharges being emitted from his feet each time he stepped to get fresh images around him. The layout of the bunker was visible to him, and some parts were brighter than others. That was a place where he could siphon the electricity. There were no lights or anything near the entrance - but further in and up the stairs there was a light from the ceiling. He charged up the stairs, his heavy footsteps perhaps being heard even from outside. Once there, he turned a corner by just enough so that he could push one foot against one wall and another on the other. With both feet on the walls to keep him suspended, he launched a metal punch at the lights, shattering it and the frame. Digging further in, he reached in and grasped and ripped away at the electrical chords that fueled the arena's power circuit.

It crackled and popped with electricity with Peter's arm elbow deep in the circuitry. His metal body absorbing and conducting all the power coursing through the walls and, in turn, the pit. The lights outside began to flicker. Peter's senses were alight with life, energy coursed through his body, that which tingled, as though his whole body were asleep. He felt static dance along his metal skin, which turned to arcs of electrical energy the longer Peter siphoned the power. Sparks were flying everywhere from the source as Peter let loose a warbled moan only the bending of metal could produce, loud, amplified by the energy coursing through him. It echoed through the bunker and escaped out to the open. Through this circuit, he got a sense of the arena's scale. It was huge. Separate from the rest of the academy, but it was massive. But all of that sense of scale was suddenly shut off from him in a final explosion of sparks. The surge had stopped. His body was no longer draining away at the system - not that it was an issue. His body was so charged with electricity it was almost overwhelming. The senses were so... sensitive. He heard a loud buzzing in the back of his head.

He idley touched his body, feeling the sensitive buzz. With the aid of his hand, he traced his body, from the legs, up the torso, to the head and back down to the sternum - before dragging a finger to his right shoulder. Arcs of electricity began to develop. He palmed his shoulder and he felt an extreme focus of static and electricity in his shoulder. It was... almost painful. Almost. More... euphoric. He felt something. His palm formed a claw shape, fingers dramatically outstretched as arcs of static connected his finger tips to his shoulder. As he eased his arm away, it was almost as if he was tugging the electricity out of his body. A long stretch of energy. It was condensed into a thick, steady bolt of electrical energy and as the last bits were eased away, they split off into five small branches. Fingers for an arm. He turned it around to view it from several different angles, as it wasn't bound by the joints people had. He rotated it all around and placed the hand in front of his face...

Just before the manic giggling and laughter of a warped and warbled metallic voice. Unaware of the pitch black darkness he had created outside the den.

Kristen Schwally

Kristen wasn't expecting anyone to come over to her, let alone try and get her involved. To make matters worse this girl seemed to actually know about her ability which worried her since she didn't want people knowing. As for looks the girl wasn't bad looking, just not good either, at least not for what Kristen was used to being around. Luckily this never mattered to her. Useful though? While yes Kristen was highly attractive, and blows the other girls here out of the water, that didn't mean the guys were just going to drop dead from her presence. As for her ability she didn't know much about it herself, but she didn't think it would be as good as this girl thought. Then again if her power did what she said it did, Deborah had a chance at knowing more than she did, especially since she was daring enough, or stupid enough, to get this close to Kristen willingly.

Kristen listened as the match began and then slowly reached out and grabbed Deborah's hand. "Fine...I don't think I'll be as useful as you think I'll be, but I'll give it a shot. One condition though...You can't tell anyone about my ability..." This was the most crucial thing. Good for Deborah! She figured out Kristen's power! That didn't give her the right to just spread it around when that was clearly something that would affect her socially. On the other hand did this make Deborah a friend? Or just someone that wanted to win? Either one could be a reason for why Deborah got close. Kristen hoped she'd made another friend, but given the circumstances she wasn't going to hold her breath. This girl was evil though...Dragging Gabriela and Jake into this was low. Not needed either. Now Kristen actually wanted to do something and felt pressure and since she already felt like she couldn't do any good she felt nervous again. Still happy, but very nervous.

Stephen Avarian

Stephen let a dark grin cross his lips as the recording counted down. He slowly pushed off the wall and popped his neck. It was time to begin. As he began walking towards the center Sylvia decided to give them all some music to listen to. Too loud, yes. Though the beat was exactly what he needed. As he walked his body was already warming up, and by the time any enemies engaged with him in combat, he would be ready to leave some nice burn scars. Then there was the heat he was planning on releasing into the air all at once. That would suck to be whoever the chump is that gets caught up in that. Once the lights went out though that just helped him further. Not a lot of people could see in the dark, and since he didn't see at all he would be just fine. Because of Sylvia's music though, Stephen didn't hear the lights go out and obviously he couldn't see that so he had no idea. To him those who struggled because of the lack of light would just seem even more pathetic than usual to him.