~Your average space alien Horror~

Meredith sat on a bench near where the tram stopped to let the students off. Well, as close to sitting as she would ever come to. Currently, she was sitting on her heels, in a manner that people would probably call 'owling'. If that wasn't odd enough, she was currently slowly chewing on a carrot that was sticking out from her mouth, and spinning a leek in her right hand as she waited for the new students to arrive. She was wearing black stockings, a black cap with gloves the color of rust - or blood, whatever she was in the mood for saying. Her shirt was a white button up top, with the first button remaining undone. Over it, she wore a black jacket with long sleeves and a black corset, making her blond hair contrast quite noticeably with her dark clothes. In all though, she looked quite out of place compared to the stark white walls of this facility.

She wasn't much a fan of the decor, to be honest. She preferred something less government labish looking. The place made her feel like she was going to be dissected and studied instead of being the one doing the dissecting.

She was told to greet the new students, or at least be here when they arrived so that someone could keep an eye on them. And what better way to do that, than to have a what could only be described as a possibly psychotic eldritch horror scare them into submission if they misbehave? Of course, not that she'd actually do that. She tried to avoid conflict, lest she get a tad bit carried away. Nasty bit of business if that happened, and she wasn't up for killing a bunch of kiddies. Well, not today anyways.

Swallowing the last of the carrot - even the green leafy bits, she turned her attention to the rails a few feet away from her, still spinning the leek in her hand. The tram, railcar, subway, or whatever you wanted to call it should be coming any moment now. She hoped anyways, and she was getting bored. Maybe she'd just leave them here and go mess with one of the others...no, that was a bad idea. She should stay put for now. Oh well, at least she had a tasty leek on her.

With a happy giggle, she chomped down on the vegetable with a pleased smile and slowly chewed while she continued to wait.

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~Alexis Sinclair~

~Audiophile~

The vehicle in question, was moving speedily along its designated course, carrying the new students its destination. The Herculean Academy for Aspiring Superheroes. It was mostly quiet, for now. That was likely going to change soon, however as the tram was nearing the end of its destination. Students were going to be waking up soon - which meant more than a few were probably going to start making a ruckus over being drugged before being brought here. The Academy had to keep its location a secret, of course. Not even the students could know its true location.

One student in question, was dozing quite loudly in her seat on the car. Her snoring would probably wake the dead, if there was such a super power as that. She was wearing a white hoodie, most likely not wearing a shirt underneath. She was wearing torn and ragged looking jeans that looked to be a few years old, and she was wearing some well worn sneakers that seemed she seemed to have gotten a lot of use out of. Her hair, was almost pitch black in color, though electric blue streaks ran through the short, messy looking hair.

The most noticeable thing though, was the headphones hanging around her neck. They were a dark blue in color, and had a stylized 'A' on the sides of them. They were customized, and her favorite pair, and they were currently hooked up to her Ipod...which was set on a timer to start playing the loudest track she had on there.

With a startled yelp as the music blared very loudly out of her headphones, she woke up, shooting straight up in her seat before losing her balance, causing her face to meet the floor of the tram as she groggily tried to register what the hell just happened. With a yawn, she rubbed her head, not moving from where she laid on the floor as she woke up from her drug induced nap, trying to recall how exactly she got into an underground subway..tram, wherever the hell this was.

...where was she anyways?

She sat up with another yawn, sleepily rubbing an eye as she sat cross legged right in the middle of the floor. She looked like she was on some underground subway of sorts. Did she fall asleep or something while she was doing errands?...No, that can't be right. Maybe...oh, right. It was starting to slowly come back to her. Her mom had made her decide to go to some stupid hero academy, and then they had the nerve to drug her before they brought her in here. She didn't recall all the details, but she fairly sure she remembered something like an elevator or something, but other than that, she couldn't recall the details of how she got here, or ever where 'here' was.

Instead of pondering something useless, however she gave an annoyed sigh, and stood up. The thing had windows, but all she could see was blackness when she looked out of them. Well, that didn't help her. She wasn't going to go around blasting things either. She may have preferred doing that, but from the sounds this thing was making it was going pretty fast and she'd rather not become a red splat on the side of a wall.

With an annoyed sigh, she pulled her headphones over her hears as she rubbed a sore spot on her head from where she had landed on the floor, and waited. Something was bound to happen soon enough, she's get some answers then.

~Little Red Coughing Hood~

Nothing. Nothing exists. The universe exists. Is the universe nothing? What is nothing? In the bleak, utter darkness, something begins taking shape from nothing. A familiar mop, a striking face, a small body. It was him. The observer was watching himself from aware. But where was he?

A static erupted. From nothing, there was numbness. The darkness, the complete and total darkness, became less and less. Nothing was retreating into nothing. Blades of light cut into it from somewhere.

“Hnnngr…? Whhhrrr. Mmmrmg.” murmured the barely conscious boy.

From the light came sound. His sound. His voice...joined with something else. The tingling started to fade with the dark. He heard rattling. He felt his body move. Wait, he heard? He felt? He was real? Of course he was real. Why wouldn’t he be? Wait, was that a train?

The boy’s eyes slowly opened, and the world came into focus. He was in a seat alright. In a...a subway car? He wasn’t too sure, having only seen them in movies. Subways aren’t exactly native to eastern Kentucky. The walls were rather barren. The chairs were bland, but comfy. He couldn't quite make out many details, his eyes still a touch fuzzy, blurring everything they came across. The walls, the door, the kid.

Then he realized he wasn’t alone. His eyes shifted to a form in the seat across from him. Some other kid. He called to the other, little more than a groan with a slight affliction, but got no response. Out like a light, it seemed.

Graham rose to his feet. Err, attempted to. The feeling hadn’t yet returned to his body. He collapse like a ton of bricks. He groaned, he grunted, and he grasped, but he couldn’t seem to push himself up. Immediately that is. His hand found the seat, and he pulled himself up. He held onto it, steadying himself. Tossing one last look over to his sleeping buddy, Graham slowly made his way to the door once his legs began to wake ever so slightly.

He tried the handle, and to his surprise, the door jerked open. Not for the last time, Graham asked himself where in the world he was. Last thing he remembered was…

Well, he couldn’t remember. Why couldn't he remember? Why didn't he care?

He looked out into the hall and stumbled forward. There was a window opposite his door. He grabbed hold of it and looked out into nothing. He looked left and right, not catching sight of anybody else. He wasn’t alone, was he? He couldn’t be alone. Please, don’t let me be alone.

“H-hello? Is…” Graham began, but was interrupted by a cough. His voice sounded horribly gravelly and scratched. What the hell had happened to him? “Is anybody out there?” he finished as the coughing subsided. His head pounded something fierce. He had a slight shiver, and he brought his hands up to his arms, holding himself. He was scared. All he wanted at the moment was his comfy bed. Nice pillows, warm blanket, the works. Maybe he could find some here. Trains have those, right? He'd just ask someone...

If there was anyone.

~Alexis Sinclair~

~Audiophile~

Alexis sat, eyes closed in her seat with her music still blaring quite loudly. She wasn't really annoyed - in fact, she was quite calm, but despite that, her face still appeared to have a slight scowl to it. That was normal, for her, really. It was a bit off-putting for most people, but she didn't care. She didn't like most people to begin with, and if they couldn't handle her scowl, well that was their problem. She did want this trip to be over soon enough though. She didn't like being so...close to all of these other people. She hoped to god she didn't have to share a room with any of them.

Knowing her luck though, she was going to be rooming with someone who insisted on being friends and doing girly girl stuff. She was not wearing a dress. She shuddered slightly at the thought of that. She really didn't want that to happen now. If she did have to share a room, she could tolerate them as long as they didn't get all buddy-buddy.

It was then she heard a quiet voice through the loudness of her music. She cracked open one of her eyes slightly to see a boy standing at the end of the tram. Apparently, he had been in another car or whatever. So they had multiple cars then? Makes sense. They couldn't be the only students here. The boy was coughing too - quite violently. She hoped he wasn't sick. She didn't fancy catching whatever he had. He had asked if anyone was out there...what, was he blind too? Alexis gave a huff as she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket, turning the volume down on her headphones a bit before speaking. Might as well say something.

"No, its just you and your annoying coughing." She replied to Graham. She knew she probably sounded like an ass, but hey, she didn't particularly care. People skills weren't exactly her strong suit. If he got offended over it then she'd just shut up and let him do whatever.

"No, its just you and your annoying coughing."

A voice sounding none too pleasant answered him from his right. He quickly turned his head and spotted the source: a scowling dark haired women. With blue streaks to boot. For a moment Graham was shocked. There were other people here. He then shook his head. Of course there were. Why wouldn’t there be? It’s not like one uses a train to kidnap a single person. Unless, of course, they were like a head of state or something, and last time he’d checked, Graham was not one.

His thoughts flew by rapidly. An entire string of logic passed in a fraction of a second. Then his attention shifted back to the rude chick. For a moment he started to cut back, but he held his tongue at the last minute. Perhaps antagonizing someone you’ve just met in a strange location isn’t the brightest idea. He sucked in his breath, calmed down slightly, and started walking down the aisle towards his heckler. Along the way, he noticed plenty of people, all around his age, give or take a couple years. He felt slightly embarrassed for not having noticed, but his vision had just started clearing up. The faeries had gone away.

He stopped a seat before her, holding onto the chair to steady himself. Then, before he could even think of stopping it, his retort slid out.

“Hey...my Koffing may be annoying, but I love the feller. Really airs out the lungs, y’know?”

Graham wore a grin that stretched from ear to ear. He was kicking himself mentally. A Pokemon pun? A groan-inducing Pokemon pun that she’ll probably not even catch. That’s the best he could come up with. Slight disappointment wrapped it’s arms around him. Still, the smile endured. If he was going to be cheesy, might as well own it. But the sooner he could retreat from this failed engagement, the better. Probably.

Graham unknowingly grabbed a button on his blue and red flannel shirt, fiddling with it. He slid into an empty seat a few up from Alexis, by a window. His hand stopped playing with the button, slid through his red locks quickly, then finally settled on tugging at the bottom of his black tee-shirt emblazoned with the smiley face so commonly associated with Nirvana. Fear had receded into nervousness. And Graham’s natural response was to touch. Anything at all.

After a few moments, he sighed.

~Alexis Sinclair~

~Audiophile~

Audio blinked, as she tried to process what he just said. Did he...just make a pokemon pun? He...did, didn't he? Normally, she'd have just ignored a stupid pun like that, but this pun had something she liked in it. Pokemon. She may not have looked like it a whole lot, but she absolutely loved the pokemon games. She wasn't sure if she should say something, laugh, or possibly both. She wasn't so good at the whole talking with strangers thing. She opened her mouth to say something, but she was quickly silenced.

“But I Bayleef that I have no idea where I am, and also someone’s handcuffed my hands together. What’s up?”

Before she could get a chance to react though, another girl walked up - and another pokemon pun was thrown out there. She couldn't resist now. She may have not liked this whole idea of a school, but so far these two didn't seem like they'd be annoying to hang out with. Really, if they're making horrible puns like that, they'd at least get a long a little surely. So, she started laughing quite loudly as she pulled her headphones back down around her neck as she looked at the two newcomers.

"Well this is Onix-expected." She grinned, still laughing loudly. Alexis' mood had considerably brightened, her scowl had been replaced with a wolfish, mischievous grin that was about the equivalent of a happy smile on anyone else for her. "Dunno about those handcuffs, but you guys can sit if ya want. Just don't go Weezing on me, and you'll be Absol-utely fine." She chuckled one last time, flashing a grin at the boy. Maybe she was overdoing it a bit with the puns, but she didn't really care too much. If they had a problem with it, that wasn't her problem. Besides, what self respecting pokemon fan could resist a good pokemon pun?

"Names Alexis." She said to the both of them. "And from what I've heard, we're on some sort of train headed to the Herculean academy. You know, that place that trains superheroes." She ended the sentence with a scoff, obviously not to impressed with the whole 'superhero' thing.

Olivia Octavia Delacroix

There was a war raging within the cramped cabin of the tram. A war between the light and the darkness, good and evil, waking up and continuing to sleep. The battlefield was predetermined: her sleepy mind was easily convinced into doing things she wouldn't normally do so it made the perfect opportunity for her to be swayed by either side. Logic fought a hard battle, reminding her that she had been drugged and that quite literally anyone could have access to do as they please with her. Desire, however, argued that sleep would have her heal any damage or implications caused by the drug. It also argued that this was a train full of wannabe heroes that had probably suffered from the same drugging that she had. Eventually, it was desire who won the battle but by a close margin.

Stretching, Olivia peeked her hazy eyes open for a single second before deciding that it was fine to go back to sleep - nothing was happening anyways. Allowing her eyes to drift closed once more, she fell back asleep but with a heinous cost. She barely even noticed the guy with his hologram beside her or, for that matter, how close they were to each other. If she did notice then things would have turned out very differently.

The silence was palpable, a pin-drop would have been enough to cease the probable outcome of Olivia falling asleep close to a heat-source. No pins dropped, however, and Olivia subconsciously cosied up to the technopath, resting her head on his shoulder. Releasing a contempt sigh, she adjusted herself then settled down for the long haul.

The poor guy probably didn't know how to react but somehow, the subtle movements of his muscles were enough to rouse her. Waking, fog still hung over her mind and much of her senses as it took her a few seconds to process what she was doing and more importantly, why the guy she was resting on was staring at her. "Gah!" Thankfully, it seemed that she had Lepus activated last as she suddenly moved from beside him to facing him in a fraction of a second. "Who are you!?" Olivia blundered, her voice shaky with embarrassment as her senses came back onto the playing field. Despite her embarrassment, there was an edge to her voice that even had an accusing tone to it - her suspicions were roused.

“Sorry to interrupt!”

Graham turned his head to the second voice, one which sounded much less angry with the world and all that was good. He saw a small girl (small he thought, but he quickly realized that she was about the same height, if not just a smidge shorter than he) bouncing up to where he and Ms. Sarcasm were. Alright, so another one was awake. But why were they all asleep in the first place? And…

Was she wearing handcuffs?

“But I Bayleef that I have no idea where I am, and also someone’s handcuffed my hands together. What’s up?”

She was in fact handcuffed. And she didn’t know why either. Graham wasn’t sure if he was relieved or even more anxious.

Wait…

She made a PokePun. She actually made a PokePun. For a moment it went over his head. Then immediately his forced grin turned into a honest-to-god smile. Well, if they were being shuffled off into parts unknown, at least his company would be pleasant. And then something he never would have expected happened.

The girl in headphones laughed. She was honestly laughing. He would have thought she was just being cruel and about to mock them, but then she opened her mouth and all doubts were erased.

"Well this is Onix-expected. Dunno about those handcuffs, but you guys can sit if ya want. Just don't go Weezing on me, and you'll be Absol-utely fine.
"

She sounded so...so happy! And that grin...well it was actually rather infectious. Graham couldn’t help but join in the laughing. As he did he took a seat. Anyone that could enjoy a PokePun like that, and fling so many on the fly to boot, was good people in his books. Well, most people were good people in his books, but they just climbed the rankings a bit.

"Names Alexis. And from what I've heard, we're on some sort of train headed to the Herculean academy. You know, that place that trains superheroes."

So it was true. Relief hit him like a Mac truck. He hadn’t just been losing his marbles the last few years. And he wasn’t being kidnapped, just taking a hive of Superheroes. Still, a wave of disappointment hit him for just a moment. Superheroes, huh? So who would he be? Dr. Vet? The Incredible Mr. Spay? Ace Ventura Pet Medic? He couldn’t complain too much, I mean he HAD actually gotten some form of superpowers. He just couldn’t help but feel a bit shafted by what he drew.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Kitty Lee. Fifteen, really terrible teleporter, badass gamer!"

The handcuffed girl, or Kitty Lee he supposed, seemed incredibly bubbly. Rather chipper for someone with restricted arm/hand usage. Or maybe not, Graham had never been handcuffed. Maybe people liked it. He mentally shrugged and decided that he’d rather not find out.

"By the way, uh, could one of you help me out? I need to text my dad, tell him that I'm on my way to Herculean Academy and perfectly fine, but, um... having a few problems with the whole 'texting-while-handcuffed' thing! He's the first contact listed!"

That reminded Graham! His phone! He shot a hand into his pocket and pulled out a think looking brick. He tapped the screen. He could tell his parents what was going on. Surely they’d want to know. No service. Thanks, AT&T. Glad to see you’re looking out for the little guys.

“Alexis and Kitty, eh? Pleasure to meetcha both. Graham Turner here. Not like the cracker. And I…” Graham paused for a moment and furrowed his brows, trying to figure out how to explain what he could do. He never planned on telling others, so it’s not like he had something ready beforehand. “Well, I can make your goldfish live longer. So that’s a thing.” He looked at Kitty for a moment. “I’d volunteer, but I just checked mine. No bars. Still could give it a shot, if you want. Err...actually no, I just had a bit of a coughing fit. I don’t think I’m coming down with anything, but hey, better safe than sorry, right?” his wordflow was picking up speed. He wasn’t quite at Mach 5, but it was slightly quicker than normal.

~Alexis Sinclair~

~Audiophile~

"Nice to meet you! I'm Kitty Lee. Fifteen, really terrible teleporter, badass gamer!"

Teleporter and badass gamer? Oh yes, she liked the girl already. She doubted they'd be able to game much down here. They probably wouldn't have access to a computer if they went through this whole elaborate thing to keep the location of the place a secret. Well, a computer with outside access anyways. Maybe she was just being paranoid though. She had a tendency to not trust the government. Or anyone with any more power than she had, anyways.

"By the way, uh, could one of you help me out? I need to text my dad, tell him that I'm on my way to Herculean Academy and perfectly fine, but, um... having a few problems with the whole 'texting-while-handcuffed' thing! He's the first contact listed!"

Ah...her phone. She pulled her own phone out of her pocket. It was the latest Iphone, and she didn't have any bars either. Not like she ever called anyone on it or anything. Just her moms and dads numbers were in it - she didn't have many other people she hung out with. Though, it did have a Stylized A on the back of it, just like her headphones.

“Alexis and Kitty, eh? Pleasure to meetcha both. Graham Turner here. Not like the cracker. And I…Well, I can make your goldfish live longer. So that’s a thing. I’d volunteer, but I just checked mine. No bars. Still could give it a shot, if you want. Err...actually no, I just had a bit of a coughing fit. I don’t think I’m coming down with anything, but hey, better safe than sorry, right?”

Graham, eh? Well, it wasn't a name she would have given anyone. Neither was Kitty...unless she wanted that person to grow up to be a stripper. Still, they both seemed like cool enough people. It was then, Kitty decided to sit next to her. Alexis visibly tensed at the unwanted contact with the other girl. She turned her head slightly, giving her a slightly pained look as the other girl decided to what could only be described as 'cuddle' with her. She was conflicted. She couldn't decide whether she should shove the girl off or not. She wasn't a fan of contact with other people unless it was her fist meeting their face at mach five.

"So! Where are you guys from? I live… uh… somewhere in New York? But my dad's from Hong Kong! He's a stock broker! And my mom owns a Chinese restaurant! It's a great place to grab a… Gabite…"

She lived in New York too? Hey, they could have been neighbors then for all she knew. Not that she'd ever have probably associated herself with this girl before now. Whatever the case, she was going to do something about Kitty trying to use her as a pillow.

"Uh, I'm from New York too, actually." She replied to her question, using a hand to shove Kitty off of her, sitting her straight up in her own seat. "And uh, could you not do that. You're cute and all, but I'm not the cuddly type." She continued, stuffing her hands back in her pockets before she continued. "My dad owns a club. Take that anyway you want." She chuckled. "My moms a..." She visibly hesitated for a moment. She couldn't tell them her mom was...well, used to be a supervillain, could she? She didn't know many details herself - just that her mom had the ability to create force fields. She didn't even know her supervillain name. She had been out of the game since she was born - only using her abilities again to rescue her from that...place.

"...Businesswoman. She's a business woman. Travels a lot." She finally continued. "But takes care of the clubs finances and stuff. As for what I can do...well, lets just say you ever need a personal Bass Cannon, I'm your girl." She grinned with a chuckle.

"OH MY GOD, I'M SURROUNDED BY FUCKING LOSERS."

Her good mood was immediately dashed by those words. A scowl immediately donned on her face as she looked for the one who had uttered those words. A posh looking moron who was sitting a few seats down. Any happy thoughts she was having was immediately replaced with thoughts of pummeling that slut into a bloody, messy, pulp. Alexis stood, a low growl escaping her lips as she looked over at the other girl.

"Listen up guys, and calm the hell down. My name is Tony, and we're going to Herculean Academy. The school should have sent you guys a letter. They want to keep the location of the school a secret, that's why you were drugged. Now please remain civil until we get there."

Alexis ignored 'Tony'. She didn't care who the hell this guy was, she was gonna teach this uppity looking chick a lesson. She wasn't about to take such an insult standing down. Her headphones were blaring a rather loud beat now, and she had no intention to turn it off.

"Yo, slut." She was standing in front of the other girl now, giving her an eager, wolfish grin as if she was daring the other girl to try something. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are, So how about you apologize and I don't kick your ass."

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Meredith Hillard

~Your Average Alien Space Horror~

"No idea~" She replied to Paul, a student who had just spoken. She opened her mouth just long enough to reply to his question before going back to the leek. Apparently he was supposed to assist her with the new students. She outwardly laughed at the thought. Like she needed the help - she could do this herself. What, did they think she actually would eat the students?...well, possibly if they annoyed her, but that was probably not gonna happen. She might threaten too, just to see their reaction. No matter how many times she did, it never got boring. Even the older students were fun to mess with.

Instead, she starting humming a pleasant upbeat, but still annoying sounding tune as she continued to munch on the leek. She had nothing better to do until the students arrived. She supposed she could mess with Paul, but she was too focused on the leafy vegetable in her mouth as she waited.

"So! Where are you guys from? I live… uh… somewhere in New York? But my dad's from Hong Kong! He's a stock broker! And my mom owns a Chinese restaurant! It's a great place to grab a… Gabite…"

Graham grinned at the latest pun. Gotta love when everyone’s having a great time. And he certainly was.

"Uh, I'm from New York too, actually. And uh, could you not do that. You're cute and all, but I'm not the cuddly type. My dad owns a club. Take that anyway you want. My moms a...Businesswoman. She's a business woman. Travels a lot. But takes care of the clubs finances and stuff. As for what I can do...well, lets just say you ever need a personal Bass Cannon, I'm your girl.”

Well, she didn’t explode when Kitty touched her. So she is human. Graham had to admit, he was glad that he had met these two. They were fun. And New York? That sure beat Kentucky. Hell, all he had have was...well there was a university in the town across the river in the next state over. Sometimes he and his father would catch a game or two. Basketball, football, anything worked really. Graham liked sports, but he never could play any. Being sickly sucked. He was pretty good at video games though. There's a silver lining to everything, he supposed. He was about to speak up, giving his own mini-biography when something ripped through the air.

"OH MY GOD, I'M SURROUNDED BY FUCKING LOSERS."

It took a moment for that to register with Graham. Who was that? Who were they talking about. Then he realized, this little group had been pretty much the only conversation around. And they were talking about Pokemon. Was she, Graham was pretty positive it was a female voice despite his increasing rage, talking about them? The hell was her problem? He had to know.

Someone spoke up, probably trying to get a handle on the blowup before it happened. Graham didn’t know. He was fired up. Alexis had gotten up and was heading towards The Rude One.

“WHAT THE HELL? FUCK OFF.” Graham flung out and he climbed up in his seat, standing admitting not that tall. He had been pretty loud though, never one to have problems projecting his voice. They were just having fun and some jerk wanted to throw a fit about it. That’s not cool. She needed to chill out. Now.

Then something hit Graham. He might be a chihuahua, big bark, but too small to really do anything except chew an ankle or two. Alexis, however, didn’t seem to be the same. No, she seemed a little more...volatile. The look she had...that was a wolf about to jump a prey. Go for the jugular. She might actually attack this girl. Graham was a bit conflicted. He hated when people fought, but this chick had been an ass for no reason. No, he couldn’t rightly just let something blow up right here.

Apparently Kitty had the same thought, already hot on Alexis’ heels.
He climbed off his chair and got into the aisle. He, rather slowly, approached the three ladies but paused a few feet away. There was a hell of an aura. The tension found its way into his throat, restricting his air. What Alexis said next stopped Graham dead in his tracks. If anything started to happen, he’d try to jump in. Would probably just be flattened, but them’s the breaks. Otherwise, he wasn’t poking that poochie.

"Come on, come on!"

She looked back Graham. He offered a nod.

"Don't fight, fighting's not nice, and we're all supers, so we could cause some serious damage to each other, and--"

Graham had caught up by this point. He couldn’t just stand around and let a poor HANDCUFFED girl try to stop a fight here. She’d be flattened quicker than he.

"--and, I'm sure that this girl is really very nice, deep deep down, Alexis! Let's just all calm down, and, um, be friends?"

“Y-yeah, come on, dude. She’s not worth it. Might as well let it go. If she wants to make an ass out of herself, we can all laugh about it later. It’ll be fun, yeah?” He quickly sputtered, ending with an uneasy laugh. He didn’t like the look of this.

Not one bit.

"Be the bigger person! She's probably just grouchy, so, uh, maybe we should all cool off and wake up properly before we get into any, uh, sticky situations?"

Graham waited on bated breath, hoping that one of them had gotten to her. If that failed, what was the backup? Physically hold them apart? Hopefully Poshy-Posh wouldn't take the bait. The two of them might be able to hold back one. MAYBE. But two? What happens if it does go down and they can't stop it? What if someone gets hurt? Graham thought back to all of his "experiments" over the years. Never once did he try to heal a person...that'd require spilling his secret. No...he couldn't. Even if he could, he didn't know how, and he sure as hell wasn't about to turn people into guinea pigs. Shiiiit...