As Cheol rounded the corner, only half-watching where he was going as the other half of his mind was listening to the mask continued to whine at him, the young boy ended up collided with enough student, a boy a good few years older than him. This collision not only caused the older boy to spilled his drink over himself and his sandwiches, but also caused Cheol to spill a little of the hot chocolate Dorian had made from.

"Crap!" Cheol cursed, wincing slightly as he felt the hot drink seeping into his clothes, once he recovered, he looked at the other boy. "S-sorry!" he said hastily. "I-I didn't see you there! A-are you okay?"

"Porca troia!" Paul shouted in frustration as he watched the coffee he was about to drink go to waste like that. If that wasn't enough, he became even more angry when he realized the sandwitches were ruined, "Cazzo! cazzo! cazzo!" he exclaimed as he looked through the paper bag that contained the sandwitches. "Che confusione!" he said while looking down at his now ruined as well, clothes.

"S-sorry! I-I didn't see you there! A-are you okay?"

Paul only noticed the boy in front of him when he spoke to him, asking him if he was okay. "Y-yeah. I'll manage somehow... Pfft" he said and sighed. "Anyway, did you happen to see a boy coming out of the infirmary? I'm his new roommate" he asked the boy.

Cheol got the instinct impression he'd really pissed off the other boy was just about to slip away and leave him alone when the boy asked him a question.

"Anyway, did you happen to see a boy coming out of the infirmary? I'm his new roommate," he asked the boy.

Oh...

"Erm, that kid in infirmary would be me," Cheol said, biting his lower lip slightly. Well, that was a great way to make a first impression. He just hoped this guy wouldn't hold it against him. "I'm Cheol. Cheol Akiyama. Nice to meet you. And again, I'm really sorry." He gave a formal bow of his head towards the other boy.

Gabriel had made it to the academy late since he had to make a quick stop and apprehend a group of bank robbers. Today was the day that the new students would be arriving which meant that he would have a new group of punks to be set in their place and possibly learn some proper respect. While he was walking through the school he'd people mention something about an argument on the train to Herculean and Gabriel though 'great this will be an interesting year' and he would most likely have keep them in order, but he was good at that.

He was going to find the other teachers at the academy and see if there was anything special about the new students that he would need to know and watch out for. Gabriel eventually saw a few of the other teachers along with vice principle Nina Smith in the main hall with the new arrivals. He gathered with other teachers and listen to her give the other students their sleeping arrangement.

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Sam heard his roommate called out and he wondered what kind of power the boy, more importantly he wondered if the boy would have food. Sam was already hungry again and he was already taking pieces of wood out different objects in the school to eat.

Jack was so very bored right now. He had so much work to do and dealing with the new students was not high up on his list. He had to deal with a few different threats but Dad had told him he had to go. So here he was for another year. He had been here for much too long already. Dad would retire soon and then he would be in charge of everything

He appeared next to the group with a flash. He looked around and then nodded to his new room mate. The guy seemed rather well hungry. Jack guessed it was a hunger demon type thing but they usually prayed on people's hungers for food and drink or their addictions. This guy just seemed hungry. "What in high hell are you? Demon of some kind?" He asked not even intorducing himself.

Deia as of now had nothing to do. No orders, no immediate threats against Master Nina, nothing. For the first time in her life, Deia had nothing to do. This new nothingness stunned Deia, who was used to receiving orders every hour or so.

With this new nothingness, however, came another new experience.

Thought

Her own thoughts, not preoccupied with countering threats or trying to work began to wander into new places. They weren't normal or deep thoughts by any means, but they were still new - they were still things she had never had the time to think about, and she began wondering all the more.

"What is this place?

"What am I doing here?

"Who are all those people?

"Why do some of them look so small?

"When am I going to be able to remove these clothes?

"What am I really doing here?

"When will I be able to walk again?

"Why does Nina want me to talk?

"What does Nina want from me?"

Such were the thoughts running through the little espers head. Some thoughts were uncomfortable for her to consider, but none of them were unwelcome . . . however, she did wonder if any of her questions would be answered, or if her questions even mattered at all.

Deia was still staring at Nina, and despite her thoughts she was outwardly still, and as expressionless as ever. The small girl tilted her head and asked:

"Whaaad aru yauw nexut orrers, Nee-nuh?" in the same raspy and atrophied voice. She desperately wanted something to do, if only so she wouldn't have to think anymore.

Sam was a bit surprised when Jack appeared in a flash close by him and the other students. This kid had to be some kind of magic user and Sam wondered how the boy would feel sharing a room with a kid who had demonic powers. When Jack asked what he was Sam gave a slight smile.

"Not exactly, I am the host for the great power of the demon Beelzebub and if you have researched demons then you should know that he is the demon of gluttony and is why I eat so much. My powers let me able to eat anything and ingest it without any ailments. Also I can fire off a blast of carnivorous spirits to eat away at things, oh and the more I eat the more stronger I get" he expailed to his roommate. He liked talking about his powers and wondered how Jack would react to them.

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Gabriel was listening to some of the conversations and he wondered when his first class would be. Judging from what he had heard about the train he kind of wanted to have his first class of the semester come soon to get the new kid's some discipline before more fights occurred.

"Is it true that there was a fight on the train?" he asked Nina curious.

Anastasia looked suprised at Olivia. Luckily it didnt seem like Olivia minded having Anastasia as her roommate. Still, what did she mean with "keeping things fun"? And what was with that wink? It almost seemed as if Olivia was hitting on her. But that would be rediculous right? They only met eachother a few moments ago after all. Olivia coulndt possibly be hitting on her right?... Right?

Well, no time to think about it. Olivia had obviously come up with a plan of how to acquire a good room as she was frantically going through her satchel to grab a... red scarf? Olivia put it on Anastasia as if it was a bandana, she then proceeded to apply warpaint on Anastasia's cheeks. Well, this was certainly unexpected. Olivia then started to talk like she was in some sort of warzone as she applied the same kind of scarf and warpaint to herself.

Olivia guided Anastasia to the other side of the building. She then nimbly climbed a tree and entered a room on the second floor through a window. A couple of seconds later she peaked out of the window and dropped a rope infront of Anastasia. Anastasia smiled as she looked at the rope before looking up at Olivia. "I appreciate the gesture but the rope isnt really necessary." she yelled at Oliva. Anastasia walked up to the wall. As she approached the wall she placed one foot on it... and started to casually walk up the wall, suck on that Newton!

Anastasia climbed through the window and stood infront of Olivia. "See? I dont need any rope. And next time you wont have to do any effort, I could just carry you." She tilted her head and smiled at Olivia. Then she looked around, observing the room. It was a nice room and it had lots of space. Olivia sure did know which rooms were the best! Anastasia walked over to one of the beds in the room as she was looking around. "You sure did pick an awesome room! There's so much space here..."

She stopped infront of the bed and looked over her shoulder. "So, since you're a second year student, would you mind if I asked you what is and isnt allowed in our rooms?" Anastasia looked at Olivia with a grin on her face before looking at the room again. "Anyway, I guess formalities are over? You know where we can find our stuff? I'd like to get into something more comfortable and I just hate wearing heels..." She dropped herself unto the bed and removed her shoes as quickly as she could and threw them away before laying down comfortably.

Anastasia looked up at Olivia from the bed. "Ooh, and one last question." Anastasia grinned, almost maliciously, at Olivia.

"When's dinner?"

He paused, shifting back into his human form and laying on his right side, resting his head on his arm. He was grinning widely, pleased with his little joke.

"Whaaad aru yauw nexut orrers, Nee-nuh?" Deia spoke again, and Nina felt another twinge of pity inside of herself.

Despite the girl complying with Nina's wishes not to call her 'Master', Deia obviously still associated the vice principal with the meaning of the word, and Nina wasn't sure how she was supposed change this. She suddenly wished she had asked Deia's 'escorts' more questions before they left as she felt, for the first time in a long time, completely unprepared with how to deal with this.

How did one deal with a child who had never been allowed to act as one?

Before she could figure out how to answer Deia's question, as well as her own, fellow teacher Gabriel Donovan approached.

"Is it true that there was a fight on the train?" he asked.

Nina stood up to her full height, somewhat happy to have a distraction from this problem for a moment "Yes, there was, though if you want more information, you'll have to ask Meredith about it," she said. "She knows more about it than I do."

She then looked back at Deia, wondering what was the best way to respond to her. In truth, she had no orders to give to the girl and was tempted just to tell her to relax for a little. However, remembering what she had read on Deia's file, she doubted the esper even knew the meaning of the word.

"Just..." Nina began, looking at Deia. "Just wait for a little while, okay? Once everyone has picked a room, we'll be heading to the dining hall and we'll be eating..." And then something else occurred to her. With Deia currently bound in her wheelchair, would Nina have to feed her, the same way a mother had to feed a baby? Nina herself didn't mind, but she couldn't help but feel that it was a little humiliating for the girl. However, after a second, she remembered Nina had telekinesis and could probably feel herself... but weren't her restraints supposed to block her powers, at least to some extent? "Erm, though I do have a question," Nina started. "Those, err, restraints are meant to weaken your powers. To what extent are you still able to use them?"

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"So this is your first time out, is it?"

"Yeah. So far it's been easier than-"

"Training?"

"Yeah."

"Just wait until it kicks up. Drug busts can get... interesting. Hopefully you wont have to do anything serious yet."

There was a pregnant pause for another few seconds. The larger... man reaching forward and adjusting the reticle of the scope. With his other hand, which had been positioned up against his shoulder, his knuckles to the stock, reached down to his chest and pressed down upon the button on the side of the radio on his chest. "I see two what looks to be civilians on the outer perimeter. A woman and child. They seem to be walking along the side of the building. Please advise."

There was another pause. His partner hand crawled up beside him, and was using his binoculars to watch. "The kid has something." he said.

The huge man's brow furrowed and he looked down the site, at their hands. They were in a darkened area, so he couldn't see what either of them were carrying. The radio erupted to life as his superior made her response. "What are they doing?"

"They... seem to be waiting for something. One is carrying something."

There was a silence again.

"...The call is yours."

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Henry's alarm went off. The meta looked over at the digital clock. 5AM.

The hardest part about getting up this early was just that, getting up. Once you were up though, things were easier. In the end it was worth it though. After doing it since he had turned eighteen, it had become relatively used to such early awakenings, and was up and around before most people opened their pretty little eyes. School didn't start for another four hours. He had time for his morning routine.

He had no need for a shower, he didn't perspire like a human did any longer. He didn't really get oily or dirty the way mammals did. His body smelt like salt water - the beach, where he would spent almost all of his free time if he could. He had been stationed in California during his enlistment and when he wasn't working he was at the beach doing something there. Be it surfing or fishing. However despite the few fond memories he had of the past, he was much happier to be a member of staff now. He had a bigger room, and a personal fridge, and no room mate which was new for him after so many years working in close quarters with others. He was able to store his stuff in the open and actually personalize his residency for a change. His clothing was... Well, the best it could be for something his size. An exosuit had been made for him during his time with the Elites, but there was no need for it unless it was a training day.

What he did have, however, was a large a huge pair of gray sweat pants. He cycled between them and cargo pants frequently. Depended on what he was planning for his students. He pulled an equally large tank top over his upper body as well. Someone had bitched about shirtless running in the past so, as a result, no one was allowed to do it anymore. It was a stupid rule, but he had better things to do over fight a useless battle. He had already done that far too many times.

His first activity of the day was opening his computer and sending an email to his family. A quick message, he sent them an email every day, and attached a picture of himself, or a group photo, or a picture of something he had found, or a description of an event that took place. He very rarely got to see them anymore. He had missed out on a lot growing up without a mother and father, having been raised by many of the staff here at the academy when he was just a boy. It had led to him being very independent sure, but was that always a good thing? Independent, and distant. He snapped a quick photo of himself giving the 'peace' symbol and a smile and sent, then closed his computer. He grabbed his phone, and set aside one of the many letters he had on his desk, and a sleeve that had a clip on it, which he wrapped around his bicep and clipped his phone to it, and plugged in some bluetooth headphones. It wad now 5:45.

A morning jog before hitting the gym, jog around the school, one lap just inner boundaries, and then jog back. By the time he had returned it was 6:30 in the morning. He had never been a fast jogger due to his personal lack of stamina. But after many years he had begun to build it up again. He had seen another person, a newer student that had come in the past few months, coming out as he came back in. Poor girl, if she wanted to get longer jogs in, she'll nee to get out earlier. Out of breath, he stopped at the gym to get a drink and continue on with his workout. Stretches, dead lifting, squats, sit ups, push ups (wide armed and one armed), pull ups with both his arms and his tail, and a few other various activities to keep his heart rate up. He normally would do more, but he was crunched on time and he wanted to have time for breakfast.

He jogged back to his own dorm. He was fairly close to his own residence from the position at the gym so, despite his somewhat exhausted physic- getting back home to make a huge stack of pancakes, bacon, ham, hash browns, sausage... You name it, wasn't very hard. As he prepared the food he set the letter he had chosen on his kitchen table. His family often sent him messages over text or snail mail and every week he would open one. He sat down at the table and set down his food. With one hand, he shoveled food into his gullet and with the other tore the flimsy paper open with his claw, and flipped it open, taking out a card. As he opened it a postcard fell out and onto the table. His eyes flashed to it, to make sure it didn't fall in his food or off the table. Seeing it was safe, he returned his attention to the card without really processing the picture yet. He chewed and swallowed and pushed his empty plate away for the next full one, and checked his watch briefly. It was expensive looking and made of stainless steel. His mom had sent it to him on his 20th birthday. He absentminded toyed with the silver chain around neck with his free hand that was (strangely) not shoveling food into his mouth. He had gotten that when he turned 21. It was 7:30AM. He began reading the letter, it was written in neat cursive, definitely his sister's handwriting.

"Hope you're doing well Scales! We miss you over here! Cant wait to see you again, visit sometime, kay? I love you!"
-Samantha Olin

PS: Consider this your invitation!

Henry furrowed his eye ridges at the letter for a moment, and looked back down to the post card. It was a picture of his sister, most likely having been snapped by the server at the fancy restaurant they were in. Sammy looked incredible, dressed in a beautiful red dress, her asian complexion angelic, her brown hair groomed into a fine braid. The look of shock and awe on her face...

The man in front of her was kneeling down on one knee, he was handsome: Caucasian with slightly tanned skin, tall, dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. His face, from the side at least, looked angular and masculine. He had the James Bond look to him: tall, dark, and handsome. But unlike James Bond, he had a bright and shining smile and friendly eyes. He had talked to the man over a Skype call in the past, but he had never seen Henry's face. Scott was his name, and from what he had heard Scott was good humored and a real salt of the earth kind of guy. He was in a suit, and holding a black box with something sparkling in it.

Henry's eyes blinked and went over the picture furiously. He was rushed with a wave of nostalgia. Suddenly he was four and his sister was seven, and they were playing in the back yard with their black lab Monroe, who was just a puppy then. Then he was brought to reality, a grown man, a powerful superhero. His sister a strong and beautiful young woman who would soon become someone's strong and beautiful wife. Henry very nearly broke down.

He set down the note, and pushed his empty plate aside. If anyone saw him they would surely make fun of him for it. But his sister was getting married! He had always been as close as he could to his sibling. He loved her so much and he was so happy she had ended up with someone who made her so happy. He would have to inquire with management about taking two weeks of leave in the next eight months or so, to be there for the wedding. He would have to write her back.

He looked around.

Suddenly the table seemed much more lonely than it had before.

He sighed and placed the card down to finish eating. When he finished, he place the plate in the dishwasher for cleaning later. It was 7:45, people would begin coming to the school soon, having finished their morning preparation. He placed the postcard and letter up against the fridge, among many other cards, and used a magnet to keep it to the spot he planted it. On his way out, he grabbed a large brown coat that was as humongous as his pants and shirt were, and left to attend his class. It was a Monday today. He was feeling Self defense was in order. Nothing better than seeing people kick the shit out of one another. He had been told that some new students would be arriving today and that he'd get a text when and if he was needed.

Which was a definite. No shame on Nina, as she was an incredible leader, but half the time the staff was as disorganized as a room full of monkeys throwing their shit at each other.

Today was going to be interesting. He could feel it in his gut.

"Just . . . just wait for a little while, okay? Once everyone has picked a room, we'll be heading to the dining hall and we'll be eating..."

Deia nodded. Nina had given her orders. That made sense. Something made sense, finally. At the mention of food, Deia's head perked up. She didn't say so, but she was hungry. Deia avoided mentioning it because back then her old masters always fed her, even if they would forget for a few days. The one time Deia mentioned how hungry she was, they deliberately stopped feeding her, and they made sure that she knew it. Since then, she stopped asking when she could eat and just trusted her masters wouldn't forget.

The small esper did as ordered and just at there silently, waiting and doing nothing else. To Deia, there was a difference between 'waiting' and 'being ordered to wait', the difference being that she had to actively think about waiting and her thoughts didn't stray from her orders and into strange territory; strange territory like the thoughts she was having earlier, which, although not unpleasant, she was not sure she wanted to handle yet.

"Erm, though I do have a question," Nina started, causing Deia to stare at her once more. "Those, err, restraints are meant to weaken your powers. To what extent are you still able to use them?"

Deia tilted her head. The word 'restraint' usually had a different meaning for her, but judging from where Nina was looking, Deia concluded she must be talking about her new and uncomfortable clothes. She knew that they kept her from seeing and touching most the shiny lights but never really figured out why; her old-old masters liked it when she did so. They called it her 'power' and they always let her use it when they gave her something to do.

Still, Deia had a more important question right now . . .

"Huwat dhoesh 'eextendut' meean?"

"Graham Turner? Scorpios McRae?" the Vice Principal called. "Over here, Miss!" Tarquin turned around just in time to see someone turn into a lion with a weird pattern on his fur. "That was awsome! You have a roomate that can do just turn into a lion!" "We're at a superhero school! What were you expecting?" "Hm... Yeah you're right about that".
"Thank you miss." Tarquin said to the VP with a bow and gave the girl in the wheelchair a final look.
"I bet she's so powerfull they need to keep her on a straight jacket" "I say her parents are criminals and she might be dangerous because of that." "Oh... maybe her powers make her dangerous after she uses them and she used them recently." "Or maybe he should stop doing this a make our way through the crowd asap!" "Napoleon is right we should get going."
"I'm sorry." "Coming through!" "Can I pass please?" "Thank you." "And we made it!" Tarquin said just in time to see the lion heading up the stairs. "Please tell me I don't have to run after him?" "I would be lying if i said you didn't have to." "Oh! This is going to be fun."
Tarquin stopped to catch his breath. "Are serious! You barely went halfway down the corridor!" "I also agree that your athletic's skills could be improved." "I know, I know! Let's just keep going." Tarquin kept going down the corridor, now with the lion out of sight, started climbing the stairs to the second floor and just when he reached it “I DID IT, SCORPIO! I FUCKIN’ DID IT! MADE IT, MA! TOP O’ THE WORLD!" a huge shout was heard from upstairs. "Please tell me that wasn't my other roomate." "I'm afraid that's very plausible." "Is his super power shouting!" "I hope that isn't the case, but anyways that seemed to come from upstairs we should get going." "Not now! He just climbed a set of stairs! That's atleast two days of rest before he can move a single muscle!" "Very funny Np, let's get going."
Tarquin reached the third floor and leaned his back against the wall to rest. "Let my guess, altitude." "What! No! I was just..." “Graham Turner! Fourth floor! Room four! Remember that name, mothafuckas! I RUN THIS SHIT! AHAHAHAHAHA!”
"WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS PUNISHMENT!" "Atleast we know our room." "Even I feel bad for you!" "Thanks... I guess? Ok forget this to the fourth floor." "Make sure you..." "NO! No more jokes about my physical capabilities!" "Ok then, no need to get angry!"
Tarquin headed for the fourth floor "Ok let me see... Room four there it is!" he stood at the door looking at the two boys inside. "Hello, pleased to meet you. My name is Tarquin Hayes and I am your roomate." He said with a bow and in a rather formal manner.

Anastasia was walking up the wall. Poor ol' Newton would be turning in his grave at the mere thought of it. Olivia, meanwhile, remembered to add a mental note to the long list of points she had on Anastasia. She was smoking hot, she was tall, she was a cute sorta shy oh and who could forget the fact that she was a fucking vampire! Like seriously, Olivia had some cool star-powers and all that jazz but Anastasia just flipped gravity off like it was nothing. It made Olivia's cool parkour look stupid.

Naturally, her features set into a frown of epic proportions which she made sure to wipe clean as Anastasia actually entered the room. Instead of winding the rope up again, Olivia decided to just leave it there. Maybe someone of interest would discover it and ascend to their castle on the second floor. Maybe someone hot? Very unlikely but a girl could dream.

First you're covering up your sexuality and now you're daydreaming about hot guys and ropes? You're really going up in the world, Olivia.

Once again, Gemini decided that it was the best time to interrupt and say something witty. She needed a plan. Like a serious plan. The first problem that needed overcoming was the fact that Anastasia looked pretty damn overpowered right about now. Not only was she dangerously hot but the bitch had quite a few powers which made her look like more of a threat. How was Olivia ever meant to get anywhere with her? Unless Anastasia had some secret power trip and was into the whole dom and sub thing. Then again, that would involve Olivia descending down into that dark world and if she was being honest, she would rather keep her purity. There must have been a better way to go about it.

In the meantime, however, she needed to keep up her image and answer a few questions. "What isn't allowed? Boys, primarily. Usually no one reports it if a guy is smuggled in but if he's hot enough and our neighbours are jealous enough, you could get reported." Frowning, she idly tapped the bottom of her lip before continuing. "After that, there's the usual stuff. No alcohol ,which is regularly broken, no drugs, no firearms and no extensive use of your superpowers."

It seemed that Anastasia was just full of questions at this moment in time and unfortunately, Olivia had to make it look like she was moderately interested. "Dinner is now... or soon! Hopefully soon... I don't think I can last much longer. Where we can get our stuff? I think we'll get it all later. It depends how nice the teachers are feeling. If they're feeling a little frisky then they'll hide it about the school and it could take all night to find your stuff. You'll learn to take a spare pair of everything when you're here."

With that, she kicked off her trainers and slipped her fluffy bunny slippers on. "Trust me, you'll get used to this place then you'll really like it..." She seemed genuine and serious which was definitely a first for Olivia.