@knight125 @Caits Kijani looked back and forth between them, clutching her forehead. "No, no- you're lying." She glared at Anthony. "You're just... you're just trying to get me to like you again, so you can- you can use me. And you-" She whipped her head around so fast to stare at Connor that her hair whipped Anthony's face. "You're just trying to make everything better, because that's what heroes do. John works here, he's doing what he's supposed to do. Flood is too nuts to know that I'll get him killed..." She dug her hands into her thick dreads, tugging at her hair in pure distress. "The person you love doesn't exist. What you think of me, those things are just..." Starting to shake, she let her head drop. "Useless. They'll get me nowhere." Her voice dropped low, as she seemed to simply deflate, all of her anger and energy draining away as her hands dropped into her lap. "I- I'm nothing but a dead end. A murderer, someone with no future."

Dean felt a little better form her words now smiling a little her touching his messy head of hair,"Thank you Devika...i know i can be a little be stronger emotionally because of all of you..." He said to her now smiling himself letting out a child like squeal moving his upper body in excitement. "So...do i still have to fight Mimic?" He communicated to her now going back to looking clam.@Mistress Dizzy

(Whoops. Sorry Ed. Also, who's Dean?) Devika grinned at him. It was odd to see Nick so happy, but she didn't mind it at all. His emotions were a bit overwhelming, though. Perhaps it was because he'd never used them before? His emotions felt the same to her as a young child's, pure and clear and very uncluttered by life. Strange. "Do you still have to fight Mimic? I hope not. If he tries, I'll make him pee himself with fear." She paused, thinking about the group battle that had ended poorly. Mimic had blocked her powers, hadn't he? She needed something new. "Or maybe I'll just punch him in the throat, I don't know."

(Sorry i meant to put Nicholas) "I hope not..i do not think i am ready to face him just yet until i recover form my wounds..." Nicholas communicated to her feeling a little bewildered by if he had to face the teacher in his current state,He didn't know if he could and would think he would win agasint Mimic being in a wheelchair. Nicholas gave a child like giggle when she said she would punch Mimic in throat,He would like that since he didn't really like Mimic anyway."But i think form what my father did to me gave me...how i say gain a powerup form him...i feel..strong.." He added now rubbing his knees.

She only picked up an apple, though naturally the ripest, reddest one available. She looked over to him with a pointed glare. "I truly dislike the fact you grew up here sometimes." She sighed, walking to a table and taking a seat. Pulling a small knife from the top of her boot she began to cut slices from the apple. She was quiet for a moment as she looked at him, before suddenly saying "Sometimes I pretend I'm someone else. Not quite like that, but it helps. I mean one day you're here, bored beyond belief, and then the next, well..." She paused and smiled at him, at a smile which told more than words could, of the sights they'd seen and the things they'd done. "Then again I suppose I spend a lot of my time pretending to be someone else. But I do understand how stark that difference is." How the monotony will eat away at you. How can one possibly be happy to stay still when they know just how big of a world it is?

@Z2010Deadmeat "I people watch, I hang out with the few people who tolerate me, I train. I also collect unique weapons. I think my main hobby is building weapons though." He listed as the limp healed itself and he shuddered.

Connor flinched as if he had been hit. And his voice was oddly cold as he spoke. "I wish you'd stop just assuming that. Just assuming that's do everything I do because of some hero aspiration. Instead of it being that, pure and simply, I care. I don't do things to be a hero, don't do then because that's what heroes do. I do them because I care. I have no aspirations to be a hero or a villain. I'll simply be who I am, and right now...right now I'm hurt. In worried, I'm concerned, and im just so so tired." And he was. He sighed softly. And now e dropped into the chair, "we all make our own future. And so what if something happens? So what, if you are a dead end? What does it matter, if we can be happy, even for a little bit? What's the point of living if you don't take a risk, don't do anything but get up everyday, and go to sleep every night? I've never considered you a risk. Or a dead end." He looked up, "haven't you learned by now that continuing to try and push me away, to turn me off you-as if I can simply just walk away-is pointless? I'm sticking. I'm not going anywhere" he shot a glance at Anthony, "and as much as I hate to admit it, Anthony is the reason why I managed to get to you in time. So that instead of you being here alive, I would have found you dead. And that would have been many, many times worse then you just running away"

Makoto and Katherin agreed to stop by her dorm room first. She used her key card to get into the room on the 2nd floor of the girl's dorm. The two girls walked into the small room, taking off their shoes at the front door. Makoto told Katherin that she was welcome to use the bathroom first and that ther would be some soap and shampoo in the shower for her to use. She then moved cautiously, deeper into her room. It felt off and the few things had been moved off the floor onto the bed. There was a new throw blanket folded on the end of the bed beside her backpack, a piece of paper folded on it. Makoto picked it up and quickly opened it. Dear Makoto, With only your backpack, there could not have been enough clothing and toiletries to last you for your new school year. Some of my colleagues and I managed to get a few spare things together for you, to help get you back on your feet. I hope your first day went well, talk to you soon. ~Storm Makoto looked up from the note, and then around her room. Her desk now had some basic stationary supplies for school and a warm pair of mitts with a matching hat. She moved to the adjacent dresser and opened a drawer, there were clothes in it! She looked though the other drawers. Some of it was from her home and some of it seemed to have been donated to her. Makoto feeling so relieved and touched by the kindness sat down in front of the open drawers and began to cry softly.

She only picked up an apple, though naturally the ripest, reddest one available. She looked over to him with a pointed glare. "I truly dislike the fact you grew up here sometimes." She sighed, walking to a table and taking a seat. Pulling a small knife from the top of her boot she began to cut slices from the apple. She was quiet for a moment as she looked at him, before suddenly saying "Sometimes I pretend I'm someone else. Not quite like that, but it helps. I mean one day you're here, bored beyond belief, and then the next, well..." She paused and smiled at him, at a smile which told more than words could, of the sights they'd seen and the things they'd done. "Then again I suppose I spend a lot of my time pretending to be someone else. But I do understand how stark that difference is." How the monotony will eat away at you. How can one possibly be happy to stay still when they know just how big of a world it is?

Kaden could only grin as he watched the glare radiating off of Kat. Ever since Kaden noticed the comparison between her father and the actor he mentioned, he never missed the chance to tease Kat over it. Though Kaden could not help but wonder on occasion, if he poked around the internet...would he find someone that looked just like his dear cousin? Sadly Kaden valued his life too much to risk it he didn't think she would kill him oh no its what she would do that would involve him staying alive that scared him. Picking up a small sub sandwich from the line he accompanied Kat to the lunch table and sat down next to her. As Kaden worked on peeling the wrapping paper off he listened to Kat speak of the monotony of the Academy and how could people possibly stand dealing with it for so long. As Kat finished Kaden shrugged, "To most people the world is what they perceive by their lifestyle Kat. Most people get up, eat breakfast, go to school and or work. Then when the day is done they come home and go to sleep." Kaden said. "Most people here have not experienced real conflict yet and are only here to learn how to control their powers. That's it some don't even want their lives to change. I know I didn't when I first filled out the registration forms to attend here." Kaden said before taking a bite out of his sandwich and swallowing. "That changed though during the first time Magneto invaded the Academy." Kaden revealed. "During that whole mess for the first time in my life...I felt different. Like I was actually doing something that felt good. I guess you can say I developed a craving for adventuring." Kaden said with a chuckle. "I guess you could call this withdrawal." He chuckled. "Still..." He suddenly said reaching into his coat. "If you are really bored Kat....I may have some ideas how to alleviate the monotony of your routine." he said with a grin. "Have you ever tried Spleunking or Sky Diving?" he asked.

@Z2010Deadmeat "I people watch, I hang out with the few people who tolerate me, I train. I also collect unique weapons. I think my main hobby is building weapons though." He listed as the limp healed itself and he shuddered.

Lee crossed his arms after pulling his hood down listening to Flood speak of his usual hobbies. "Intersting ways to kill time." he said with a small grin. "I myself am definitely one for collecting unique things as I am sure you are aware of." Lee mentioned before leaning against a nearby locker as he thought over what he was about to say. "Since you seemed to figure me out so well. What I am about to offer you is both highly dangerous and extremely ludicrous. Though I can tell just by looking into your eyes you those very situations seem to be the type you enjoy the most." He said the grin widening on his face. "I know how to make money and quickly for that matter. Plus I am guessing you are the one responsible for making those strange paint bombs I have been seeing all over the school as of late. How would you like to put them to a more proper usage? " he asked.

Makoto looked up from the note, and then around her room. Her desk now had some basic stationary supplies for school and a warm pair of mitts with a matching hat. She moved to the adjacent dresser and opened a drawer, there were clothes in it! She looked though the other drawers. Some of it was from her home and some of it seemed to have been donated to her. Makoto feeling so relieved and touched by the kindness sat down in front of the open drawers and began to cry softly.

Katherin was thankful for Makoto's off to shower. She made it quick since they had class. Just enough to get the paint off. Once she was washed off. She dried off. She frowned at her paint covered clothes. "Well that was brilliant Katherin." She shook her head. She wrapped the towel around her and went into the main room. She heard Makoto crying. She hurried over to the other girl. "Hey are you alright?"

Katherin was thankful for Makoto's off to shower. She made it quick since they had class. Just enough to get the paint off. Once she was washed off. She dried off. She frowned at her paint covered clothes. "Well that was brilliant Katherin." She shook her head. She wrapped the towel around her and went into the main room. She heard Makoto crying. She hurried over to the other girl. "Hey are you alright?"

Makoto tried to wipe away the tears, all while smile crying. It was such an awkward way to cry and really, she was embarrassed to be seen in such a state. "Yeah, I will be now." She mumbled, standing up to get a tissue for her running nose. "I just wasn't expecting..." she paused, debating what to tell Katherin. Should she be honest? Would it be too much for the girl? Would she run away? Would Makoto herself be alright explaining things? "Storm came by, she brought me everything of what is here except my backpack and what is in it. She rescued me from the streets after I had run away." Makoto explained, hoping that it was a good enough explanation for now. Makoto reached for another tissue, this time to try and dry her eyes. She was sure that they were red and puffy by now.

"Storm?" Katherin repeated. That was a name she hadn't heard in awhile. She didn't know the woman well. But she had meet her a few times. She seemed like a nice woman to Katherin. "I've met her a few times. Nice lady." She commented. It was good to see that someone was looking out for Makoto. Everyone needed Atleast one person to look after them.

"How lucky they are, to be so content with their small little lives. Though I suppose the arrival of the likes of us hasn't helped that much." Things had calmed as time had passed, however when their fathers first revealed themselves things were not so simple. It was understandable though; mutations and oddities could be explained away, but gods and monsters would shake the truest believer and the loudest critic. She cut out another wedge of the apple and speared it, using the knife to bring it to her mouth. She listened to what he said of his expectations of his life, and how they had changed, laughing lightly at his comment of withdrawal. At his suggestions though she sighed. "Just because I grow weary of the routine that does not mean I feel the need to throw myself from a plane, or whatever that other thing is. Besides, this hasn't been a steady realisation. I'm well aware of who I am, I was prepared for the inevitable. As I said, I have many friends." She said, a smile playing on her lips.

@Z2010Deadmeat Flood smiled at the idea. "Two things I love. Money and entertainment. Continue." Flood took a water battle out of his jacket pocket and washed his hands of paint really quickly. He shook them dry and looked around. "Actually, the walls have ears, follow me." He walked to his hideout room and pressed a specific part of the wall. Any cameras in the room began looping an empty room. He pulled up two chairs and a desk with various cuts in it and sat down with his hands under the table near a hidden gun just in case.

Anthony raises a single eyebrow as he comments, "I have never once used you, Ms. Ryane. Have I manipulated you? Perhaps. However, it has never been for MY benefit. I simply wish to help you improve and to do that, I needed to push you. It seems that I may have gone too far and for that, I sincerely apologize." Ben frowns, tilts his head and asks, "What the hell are you talking about? There was an explosion? And why would I go to Tahiti?"

@Caits@knight125 Kijani stared back and forth between them. In her mind, Anthony was lying... but Connor never had, not to her. So Connor saying that Anthony's call saved her life was beyond confusing. "Wh-what... what are you talking about?" She looked blankly at Connor, then turned a weakly accusing gaze to Anthony. "I didn't- I didn't tell you anything! What..." She held both hands to her head. "What are you guys saying to me?" @Eviledd1984 "You feel stronger because you're actually connected to yourself." Devika smiled. "I get different... feels from people. Like..." She didn't know how to really describe it. "I guess everyone has a different color, you could say. Yours was really muted. But now it's bright. I... I like it better." His giggle really did make her grin. Even though he sounded like a little kid, it was tons better than sounding robotic.

Ben frowns, tilts his head and asks, "What the hell are you talking about? There was an explosion? And why would I go to Tahiti?"

After a while of just standing at a distance and watching, Estella finally approached. What she knew didn't matter. Maybe if she knew things about Ben, he might know something about her. Then again maybe not. Even though she was a returning student herself no one seemed to know her at all. Or even really want to talk to her. So far this place has only made things more confusing. Crossing her fingers she walked up sheepishly, time to see how Ben reacts to telepathy. Um, hello Ben. Do you remember me at all? Estella?." Holding her breath she waited for whatever he would say. ------------ With everyone gone Kagerou stepped back into the infirmary. She stayed out of the conversation that Kijani, Connor, and Anthony were having. There was no reason to make a lot of fuss about what was going on.

"So you are saying that i am somehow become more emotional and not like...how you say a blank robot" He communicated to her his hands still on his lap,"So do you think i am getting better?" He added now looking up at Devika feeling a bit more happier when he was around with Devika who was supportive to him much like with Phoebe. "Ummmm can you roll me over to my classroom...i don't think i can do this myself..." He communicated to her feeling embarrassed and mostly wanted to be close to Devika because he felt she was helping him recover and seeing her face made him feel better giggling again like a child.@Mistress Dizzy

Connor sighed softly, but it was more out of uncertainty as if he were worried about the effect his words could have. "That people actually care about you, despite your best efforts to believe otherwise. It would be my best guess that Anthony heard the meaning behind the words you spoke to him, and realised what you were going to do" He said, although he didn't believe what Anthony said about never doing it for himself, perhaps the words were true, in light of everything that had happened. And if he could use Anthony, and the situation to try and get Kijani to see, well, then so be it.

"Storm?" Katherin repeated. That was a name she hadn't heard in awhile. She didn't know the woman well. But she had meet her a few times. She seemed like a nice woman to Katherin. "I've met her a few times. Nice lady." She commented. It was good to see that someone was looking out for Makoto. Everyone needed Atleast one person to look after them.

"Mhmm" Makoto agreed, nodding in a yes motion. She had only known her for a short period of time but she felt comfortable with the woman. Storm had become a safe place for Makoto. "She is a wonderful person. I've yet to meet someone as compassionate and fierce as her." Makoto had finally managed to her herself under control. She had also decided in her mind what to wear to class, since she now had gym clothes. "Thank you for caring Katherin." Makoto smiled, then giving her friend a hug. She held on and gave an extra squeeze before letting Katherin go. "I guess I should change now." Makoto said, moving to get her clothing. "Feel free to grab something to wear, I'm pretty sure wearing nothing but a towel from my room to yours is a good idea." she joked. Leaving Katherin for a moment Makoto took the her clothing into the bathroom to change. She quickly rinsed out her long blonde hair in the sink, tying it back in a sort of braided bun and washed her face. She tossed her paint covered clothing into the damp tub, running cold water over both hers and Katherin's clothing. She hoped the paint wouldn't stain. Makoto tossed on her dry clothes and turned off the cold water. She spread the clothing around the bathroom to dry and then returned to Katherin. "Ready to go?" she asked. Makoto's eyes still looked irritated but she was recovering from the surprise well. The brief time in the bathroom and compassion from Katherin helped a lot.