The boy laughed softly at Aqua's crack about their boring teacher. Chuck was glad she had come over to sit by him, his worries that she was disgusted by his behavior completely dissolved. "I wonder what happened to all of our old teachers. Ms Alder used to teach this class, before the incident. She was rather fond of the old style of punishment where students write sentences on that chalkboard. Only thing was, the screeching chalk made it impossible for her to teach while someone was being punished, so she almost never made anyone do it."

Chuck stopped talking as their new teacher looked back at the class, then resumed once his back was turned.

"Hey, maybe all of our new teachers also have powers. Maybe the government wants to create a school of superheroes, complete with proper mentors and training and stuff." This new theory was exciting, and he went on. "If so, someone should document the whole thing, and they could get rich by selling comic books or a movie!"

The teacher looked at him again, and Chuck adopted a look of perfect innocence. Burying his head in the book, he whispered to Aqua. "We should plan this in full after this class."

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Artemis looked at Ryder blankly, then turned to a page where she had written 'I'm Artemis' then turned to another and wrote 'Nice power, I can just make and move smoke around,' demonstrating the power with a small castle made of shimmering smoke on her desk, lowering a drawbridge to land on the edge of his, little dots of smoke bouncing across. The smoke then dissipated. It took a lot of concentration to make smoke constructs like that rather than let it drift off like it normally does, and she felt like her mind had just done a thousand push-ups.

James, meanwhile, talking to Cecilia, laughed at what she said and said, "See you can turn into a bunny, close enough," with a grin, then said, "Well, have you heard of empaths? People who can sense how others are feeling? Well I can do that but I can send out, I don't know, waves of emotions, I spent pretty much the whole week seeing what sort of emotions are core to people, ended up finding this," showing a print-off of a flower-like shape explaining core emotions in the center and subtypes and mixtures in and between the petals.

"Ooh, pretty diagram. So," Cecelia continues, grinning "your power is making people feel. I think your personality is more than enough to soothe the most saddened heart." Cecelia continued, pulling phrases from sappy books and comics she's read. "So what do you like to do? Other than charm all the girls. Heehee" Cecelia giggled at the playful poke she said to Jason. Fluffy turned back to Fluffy then, reminding her that the pencil she almost used to doodle was Fluffy, who now didn't fit in one hand anymore. She pulled Fluffy back to her chest and smiled serenely at Jason. I'm not sure if he's making me feel all warm and fuzzy or if he's making me feel warm and fuzzy. Her inner joke made her giggle for a split second before she caught it, covering her mouth, then resuming her wholehearted smile to Jason.

"Well it's not like I only started trying to make people happy after I got my powers," Jason said with a smile. "Plus as you can expect I'm not perfect at it, anything on the petals takes a fair bit out of me and I can't seem to do anything between the petals, like love, submission, disapproval, stuff like that," Jason added, not sure how to responded to the other parts. He never knew how to negotiate that side of things.

"Oh, ok. So you can read and... rent out basic emotions to people." Cecelia felt like she finally peiced together the whole puzzle. "So... What do you do outside of school?" Cecelia playfully narrowed her eyes a little "You never answered that, mister."

"I suppose I didn't, you caught me," Jason said with a laugh. "I normally don't have much time for fun between cleaning, cooking dinner, school, and stopping mother dearest from crying all the time," Jason said shrugging, the first time really in this classroom he didn't smile, but not looking sad either. "But when I get a chance to enjoy myself I'd normally just watch movies or something boring like that, nothing too extraordinary about me," he added, bringing back a slightly weaker smile.

"House chores, huh? That's bonding time with mommy for me." Cecelia said, her smile dropping a little. "Dad's got lots of work. So, like, 90% of the time he's awake, he's either at work or doing work from the home computer." Cecelia hugs Fluffy really tight, "that's why Fluffy has been my best frind for so long. I get free time, there's just nothing to do, and I don't have many friends to visit outside of school." Cecelia's face has gone solumn by now, fidgeting with Fluffy's ears. "Since I have so much free time, I help with household chores."

"Same here, my Dad was doing some government thing and he was normally home late, he'd just reheat what I'd make and me and mom are normally in bed, and he left soon after I got up. But it's getting better now since he's working here at the school," James said, smiling at Cecelia. "Don't have many friends? Quite surprising, maybe we should spend some of our free time together," he added, winking jokingly, unable to stop himself from laughing a bit.

Cecelia's cheeks bursted with heat when Jason mentioned spending time together. "Yeah-I-think-that-would-be-great" Cecelia squeaked before retreating to her hood again, holding it down for a few seconds, this time just squirming from the embarassment and awkwardness her warm, fuzzy feelings were causeing. "You-have-pretty-hair" she added in haste from under her hood.

"Aww thanks," Jason chuckled at Cecelia's behavior. "I always get confused when someone compliments me on a feature they have much better. I mean seriously, look at your hair. People are confusing," he said, shaking his head and laughing a bit. "I'll have to organize something tonight," he said with a small smile.

Jackdaw opened her notebook again and pulled out three pictures. They were sort of comforting to Daw. Only because they were the ones she looked at the most. Two of the were of Daw when she was six, with her family. The third was more gory. It was of a twelve year old Daw. When she has just been discovered. Wounded, scarred, emotionless. But Daw needed to be nice here. To help people, like she had decided too. She needed to gain back more personality.

Sky looked up to the teacher slowly. Her hazel eyes glancing the teacher over once before she laid her hand on her palm and her elbow on her desk. She hadn't been getting much sleep between adapting to her life and her new found gift. Soon Sly found herself fighting to keep her eyelids open. She went to sleep, her head in her hand and her eyes facing the windows.

The dreams started- the horrible dreams of her parents death. They had been haunting her, but they seemed to only get worse as her powers appeared. Outside of the windows, while Sky was lost in the emotional nightmares- the rain began to fall in unbelievable amounts. In mere minutes everything would be soggy and flooded. She cringed in her dreams and mumbled softly to herself- lost in her dreams. The thought of her parents' death was replaced by her new foster parents- their demanding and controlling nature. It made Sly angry- lightning cracked and thunder roared- waking Sky up suddenly. She looked around the room- hoping no one noticed it was her and just thought it was some weird storm passing through.

Sky's baby blue eyes glowed a pale yellow for a moment as the storms stopped, the clouds parted and disappeared, and the sun began to shine once again. Sky hated that her powers worked off her emotions- especially since she had always been unable to control her emotions. It made her feel weak against her own powers. She turned her eyes to look down at her book silently.

After finally controlling her excitedness, Cecelia smiles sweetly at Jason and says "that'd be nice." She looked over at her other newfound friend. "Oh, and Jason, this is Jackdaw," motioning over at Daw, "she goes by Daw. I just met her earlier in class."

Maybe I can get myself to feel a little less awkward and super warm-and-fuzzy if it's not a full one-on-one, cause wow Jason looks good. Heehee

Tim was annoyed at people disturbing the class with their talking and he lost control of his powers for moment, his desk turned to a element that caused it to glow brightly and then it changed to gold and then silver and platinum. He then got back in control and his desk went back to normal.

Jackdaw looked up upon hearing her name. She smiled and nodded. Have to act sweet.

I have decided I need a real personality. Ive watched and studied my visitors, analyzing what makes a good human. Their so strange.

I'm gonna be sweet and innocent around others. That's what I decided. Have to act sweet. But these white walls beg to be defaced. This room begs to be harmed and destroyed. And you're the only one who will listen to me and tell no one.

I did it. I defaced the walls of my room. I painted them red with markers they left me. I scratched the walls with my nails. But they tell me if I don't calm down, they'll take you away.

Cecelia cocked her head to the side a little by Daw's absentminded-ness. She figured Daw would introduce herself a little more to Jason or at least speak, "Daw, you okay?" Cecelia finally said, after a few seconds of silence. I don't wanna be rude or intrusive, but Daw's been all over the place: nice, kind, mysterious, reserved. I think she even looked a little scared when she closed her notebook. Maybe the virus gave her multiple personalities! That's it. She's having to fight to be her, so all the other personalities are coming out in the forms of acting super different. Explaining why she didn't speak.

Cecelia smiled a little when she thought she had the code cracked, then smiled sweetly at Daw, saying "you're safe here. You're amongst friends. I can't, and won't, speak for Jason, but I myself like you a lot! We could be really good friends." At that last sentence, Cecelia turned Fluffy into a stuffed heart that has the cursive letters 'BFFs' embroidered onto it. With that, Cecelia smiles wide, trying to make eye contact with Daw.

"I'm fine," Daw said, looking up at Cecelia. As the bunny turned into a heart, Daw giggled.
"That's really cute, you're lucky your power can do something as sweet as that."

Sensing a really strong sense of mixed negative emotions with a veil of happiness, Jason said, “Hey Jackdaw, pleased to meet you. By the way, nobody needs to try to hide how they really feel,” while trying to send off a feeling of trust to the younger girl, a secondary emotion of admiration, taking Jason’s breath away a bit. “You alright?” he asked Jackdaw.

Cecelia let Fluffy revert to his bunny self. "Well, what power do you have? I'm any power can be sweet, if it's used in a be-ne-fi-cial manner," Cecelia replied to Daw, struggling with beneficial, "sorry, English is my worst subject, and I'm not good with big words. My mom used that word last week, and so I looked it up and I've been trying to use it in context." Cecelia smiled at Daw, blushing a little, having revealed yet another deep truth about herself, with the virus' help, having amplified her talkitive personality and removed some inhibitions in her speech.

Why am I so talky about myself all of a sudden? That virus must have really gotten to my head. Oh, well. I'm glad they aren't using it against me. They both seem very nice. OOH, maybe have a movie night. The three of us! Daw seems really in her head. Maybe find a movie all of her personalities agree on? At least a majority of them.

There was an odd feeling in Daw now. She couldn't place her finger on it. It was like she could rely on Cecelia and Jason. Daw couldn't quite figure out what it was.

They constantly ask me if I trust them. If I love them. If I believe that they can 'make me better'. But I don't know those feelings. What is it like to love, or trust, or believe in someone?

Trust. That was it. It was the feeling of trust. It was odd, but comforting. Like weight being lift off of Daw's shoulders.
"My power is vampirism," Daw told Cecelia, giggling at the fact that she had to sound out the word beneficial.

They keep giving me children's books. Their too easy. They keep telling me that soon enough my reading level will leg me be able to read short chapter books. I don't think they know that I've nicked the hunger games series from them and read it. Or that I'm just playing with my 'inability' to read. Their idiots. Reading is sooooo easy.