Zac Yoxall

Zac watches as the girl with bicolored hair walks off. She seemed to be in a bad mood, he thinks. Looking at the map, he furrows his brow as he tries to make sense of the map once more, never realizing he was holding it upside-down. Sighing, he mutters, "Well, I'm late, anyway. Plus, it's not like I've never skipped a class, anyway."

Turning back down the hall, he glimpses the girl's back as she turns a corner. Even knowing that doing so may end up being hazardous to his health, if her attitude was anything to judge by, he jogs down the hall. As he draws near, he calls, "Hey, Ms. I-never-got-your-name! I have a proposition for you!"

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Emily hated this. These feelings inside of her were hateful! Even though she was sobbing into the shoulder of the girl she came to know as Anastasia, she wasn't feeling too amused with the girl - who keeps those sort of feelings locked up so whenever someone comes poking around your mind, they leap up and maul you like a bear with anger problems!? This Anastasia was an inconsiderate lout of a panty-thieving alien!

Nevertheless, Emily continued to sob against her, finding a weird comfort in the action as the taller girl wrapped her arms around her, whispering gentle words down into her ear. It felt oddly motherly to her which was a weird sensation. After all, how the hell could panty-thieving aliens be motherly?

After around ten minutes, the emotions that she had adopted seemed to fade away as she sat up, shrugging the towel about herself for warmth as her blood red eyes flicked open once more. They had already taken up the same, uncaring look as before so when she fixed them on Anastasia, she looked a little odd. Even if this one was an alien, she liked her but what she saw in her memories only served to heighten Emily's curiosity; she wanted to know who the voice was and more importantly, what it had to do with the other blonde. Granted, that would take a lot of work and from her research, she had concluded that humans typically don't like strange blonde girls holding their faces for prolonged periods of time. Maybe she could bait Anastasia in?

"Hmm..."

Getting to her feet, she turned to the other girl with the cute uniform and after giving her a perplexed glare (almost as if she was the one intruding), Emily ducked down and grabbed her book before turning and padding to their wardrobe. Once she has successfully nabbed Anastasia's hairdryer, she turned to them, once again raising the hairdryer and cocking her head to the left.

"Hairdryer? Mhm."

With that, Emily lifted her book and left their room, presumably leaving both of them dumbfounded and devoid of a hairdryer. When she returned to her own room, she was calmed by the fact that the furry woman was gone. Due to the fact that the mating calls of the giraffe has already died down and her giraffe-crazed roommate was gone, she could only guess what was going on. Emily did not have a particularly vivid imagination.

Twenty minutes later, she left the dorm, seemingly dressed appropriately for the first time that morning. How Emily gained the cognitive complexity to dress herself was a mystery that scientists often tolled over for many years to follow yet they never did find evidence to back up any of their hypothesis.

How she found the biology class was an even greater mystery but nevertheless, she appeared just as the bell rung out that class had begun. Padding into the room with her slightly warped looking copy of Love Slave for Two, Emily peeked up at the art that adorned the board, her eyes blinking in silent confusion as she pondered the work of art.

"Hmm..."

The board seemed to captivate her before she turned her head to the right, dragging the teacher her line of vision. She was cute. She could definitely fit into a number of erotic literature roles, especially with those curves and her wild eyes. It was definite - this woman was the most trustworthy person she had met so far and she was clearly in no immediate danger when around her.

Frowning, she turned with a yawn and found an empty seat before sliding down into it, unceremoniously resting her head down onto the desk and falling asleep. Right in the middle of class.

Mishka continued grinning at the little guy as he was practically begging for his life. It was funny considering she had no intention of hurting him. Well, not physically atleast. She wasnt that mean. Atleast, not always. Wait, was he actually praying. Now that's just sad. Mishka looked around and saw that they were gathering a small crowd. What? Were they expecting a fight or something? She was not going to harm this little guy, she wasnt a schoolyard bully... The only thing she wanted from him was just an appology... Okay she might have been teasing him a tiny bit and-

Suddenly a loud crack was heard. Luckily for Graham Mishka wasnt phased at all by the loud noise. This meant that Graham would be able to pray to his gods another day.

Apparently the cause of the loud sound was a teacher, the teacher for Mishka's first class. He didnt seem to pleased with her holding Graham like this. He too thought that they were fighting. Mishka looked at him in a slightly disinterested fashion as she sighed, still lifting Graham. "I know that fighting is not allowed sir and so we are not fighting. I am just asking for an appology and decided to lift him up so we could talk face-to-face. Nothing wrong with that is the-"

This was ofcourse the moment where Graham decided to open his mouth and make a comment about Mishka's Russian roots. Now, dont get me wrong, Mishka was quite patriotic about her country. She was not ashamed to come from the Russian Motherland, infact, she was proud of it. But the way Graham replied made it almost sound like he was mocking her, mocking Mother Russia.

Even as Graham was claiming that he didnt mean it like that, Mishka just froze for a moment, almost as if she wasnt really able to process that comment. Her grip on Graham's head, which had been gentle up until now, tightened. After a few seconds she slowly turned her head to Graham, her eyes which were first filled with a mischievous shine were now hollow. If looks could kill, this one would have the effect of a tactical nuke.

She blinked several times and started grinning. This grin seemed far more sinister then the one she had before. "I beg your pardon?" was all she would say to him. Internally Mishka knew that this would not solve the problem. Hell, she knew she overreacted. But somehow she lost control over her actions.

And deep down, she kind of liked it too.

Geoffrey's gaze remained unabridged as he awaited Graham Turner's release. The hulk of a girl shifted her sights in Geoff's direction as she spoke.



During her explanation, Graham seemingly decided that it was about high-time he cut into the conversation. Not a smart move, considering his position in the matter.



Mishka's grip became noticeably tighter... "Mishka. Let. Him. Go." Burr's voice maintained its low tone. The pressure in the hallway increased to the point where a few students began complaining, to the neighbors, about their ears popping.

She didn't seem to hear him at all. In fact, she turned to Graham and said "I beg your pardon?" her voice and face became noticeably less sane... That's the only way to describe it... Like an animal's instinct to kill. Her eyes seemed to do a number on Turner.

"That is quite enough." Geoff wasn't going to have another second of it. The pressure in the hall returned to normal. Mishka began to lift off of the ground This one is heavy... and her fingers were pushed from Graham's neck, the pressure, caused by the wind, was immense, enough to life a car, or two by Geoff's estimate. Not that she was holding with that pressure, it was simply difficult to remove a grip of steel provided by someone with super strength.

Geoff set Graham down and said, "Meredith is waiting, the bell will rin-" And the bell rang. The students rushed off to class until it was Graham, Geoff, and a no longer floating Mishka left in the hallway.

"Well, that was certainly... interesting. Who would know that there were superpowers like that. Well, there's Prof. Meredith so, why not, right?" he thought as he casually walked down the hallway, making his way to the classroom. Suddenly, his ears started popping. "What the hell?" he mumbled while rubbing his ears. "Why is the pressure in this room so much higher than normal?" Paul thought and started picking up the pace.

After a moment, the pressure suddenly dropped back to normal. "What the hell is going on here, he mumbled to himself once more but shrugged the thought off and continued walking down the hallway when he reached the trio, Prof. Burr and two other students. "Hey Prof. Burr" he called out to him. Now, Paul had decided that Prof. Burr was one of the cool guys. He never gave them too much homework and he was friendly with all his students. He also gave good advice. All in all, he and Paul had a friendly teacher-student relationship. As he walked closer though, Paul noticed that he wasn't his usual self but was more serious, "Um, what is going on here?" Paul said.

-Anouk Dijkstra-

Aww hell yeah! This girl was gonna be an awesome friend! And the moment that Tabitha pointed to Anouk´s guitar she started almost beaming with joy. "Ofcourse-I-can-play-it!" she took a deep breath and seemed to calm down as she noticed it would have been getting quite annoying. "Want me to demonstrate it to you?" she said with a wide smile on her face.

As she was about to walk over to her guitar and give an awesome solo show she got interupted... It was this much hated sound... A harbinger of doom, the herald of the apocalypse... The school bell rung.

Anouk's face paled. Ooh shit, she was going to be late for her first class on this new school. And from what she heard of the teacher... Well, let's just say she has a great appetite.

Anouk looked over at Tabitha. "Euhm... Was that the bell? Please dont tell me that was the bell. I dont wanna end up becoming teacher food!" she exclaimed slightly panicked.

This day was already starting to become great, wasnt it?

Zacary Yoxall

Zac grins, seeing that he seemed to have captured the girl's attention. Falling in next to her, he says, "Well, I can tell that you aren't interested in going to class. I've had a couple of friends like that at my old school. And I got myself too lost to make it to class on time. Hell, if I tried getting there now, it'd be third period by the time I made it to my first class."

Looking at the girl, he then says, "Let me tag along with you. I can learn the layout of the school on my own while having some fun. Wouldn't be the first, or last, class I've skipped, anyway. And if we get caught, you can always blame me. Way I see it, it's a win-win."

The bell had finally chosen to ring, its note pulling Kyle away from his pointless scribbles. Looking down at the page he just shrugged at the incomprehensible shapes he had drawn before closing the sketch pad and putting it away in his back pack. Then he turned his attention to Meredith, and had to blink a few times as he noticed that he was still seeing all around himself.

‘Seems I forgot to remove the extra eyes’ he grumbled to himself Kyle never like forgetting any additions that he made as stumbling across them later always felt unsettling. Quietly the eyes closed and a moment later vanished. Or most of them did, he left three in place, even put a bit more effort in to them so he was getting a clear picture from them. His earlier episode was still fresh in his mind and not being able to tell who was around him wouldn’t help him at the moment, at least that was what he was telling himself.

The young man also took this time to examine the classmates he had, the first thing that he noticed was that there was quite the age range and he seemed to be one of the older students in the class. He wasn’t sure if that should make him feel better or not. None of them all the interesting at first glance, but considering they all had powers of some sort who could say at the moment. Well save for the cute red head that sat next to him, that had been reading one of The Song of Ice and Fire books.

What? He has a thing for Red hair.



Turning to look as the door flew open and a younger student came crashing through it; Kyle couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the fallen student. He had taken his own fall earlier, but with much less witnesses. He would have gone to help up the boy but the teacher beat him too it, at the same time something about her demeanor seemed different. Something in his gut was causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up.

The movement Meredith turned around to face the class again Kyle raised his hand “I have quite a few questions, I wasn’t told much about this school before I found myself on the train to here. So I have been wondering what the rules are around here are?” he asked meeting Meredith’s eyes as he did, there was caution in his eyes as he asked as well as curiosity. There was another question he wanted to ask, but asking if someone was human didn’t seem like the most polite or sane thing to do at the moment. He could always ask later, besides he was more drawing the teachers attention away from the late comer.

Zac Yoxall

Chuckling, Zac falls in line with Alexis and says, "Well, I'm Zac. What I lack in direction, I more than make up for in other talents. Namely fighting and cooking. Oh, and being a generally likable guy." Slipping his hands into his pockets, Zac looks around at the hall as he and Alexis walk side-by-side. "Kinda funny," he says. "For such a big place, I've never even heard of it. Even though it's underground, word of this place should have slipped out somehow, don't you think?"

-Mishka Demidov-

Mishka heard the teacher say something but decided to ignore him as she looked at the little guy squirming in her grip. If she had paid close attention to what was said though she might have had a warning of the incoming attack.

Mishka's look in her eyes changed back again as she was suprised by suddenly being lifted up in the air. This was not how she planned things out to go. Did this little guy she held in her hand possess the power of flight? Was this little guy lifting her up with him? That's ludicrous, he seems so frail and weak. How could he possibly be able to-

Suddenly she felt a strong wind pulling at her fingers. The wind seemed to be directed to help free the little red head. It was not a really strong pull, but it was much stronger then the strength Mishka was exercising now. Mishka didnt know how long this wind would last or if it would decrease in strenght. If she were to try and fight it then she might risk overdoing it and accidentily snap the boy's neck... That wouldnt be good would it? Eventhough he did insult her country, intentional or not.

Mishka decided that the risk was too high. She also thought it was really risky of the person who used this ability. Seriously, imagine if she fought it. She might have broken the poor kid's neck in the process.

So she let the boy go.

Apparently he didnt have flight powers because she was still floating. And he... Almost fell face first onto the floor. Almost.

Then the teacher spoke again. The real culprit if you'd ask Mishka. If he hadnt interfered then the little guy would have probably offered his appologies and Mishka would have let him go and they would have both been on time to their respective classes. But no... She was "fighting", eventhough she wasnt even threatening the guy, let alone actually fight him. Picking him up was less effort for her then to kneel to talk with him on an equal height so picking him up was the logical choice to make! She wouldnt be suprised if the teacher was responsible for that wind and this levitation aswell.

He told the red headed boy where he had to go for his class... And then the bell rang. The boy quickly offered an appology aswell as a compliment... She thought. Was that meant as a compliment? Eh, she was gonna take it as a compliment.

Anyway, as he ran off to his imminent doom Mishka was released from the levitation.

She glared at the teacher and would have taught him up close and personal what a real fight looks like... But then some more students joined in and were asking what was going on.

Mishka reigned in her anger and took a deep breath before responding to them both.

"Nothing. Nothing happened and nothing is happening." She glared at both of the other students. She spotted the girl in a uniform which was clearly inspired by the Third Reich. Mishka narrowed her eyes as she looked at her. "Especially not something concerning the likes of fascists." she said in a disgusted tone. ((I know, Nazis are not fascists, Russians kinda use the two interchangebly so that's why it's in here.))

She quickly diverted her attention to the teacher as she towered over him. "Is there anything I can help you with sir?" she said in an obviously annoyed tone. "Or can I proceed to class now?"

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Tabitha's words did not really calm Anouk down. She didnt know what to do. There had been stories about this Miss Hillard being a demonic entity who had breached the containment of the immaterium and was now here to endulge itself in the darkest of pleasures... Which included torturing, butchering, devouering and... a shudder went down Anouk's spine. She didnt really want to think about the last thing... There is enough hentai in the world to provide for that image.

Tabitha came up with a plan which was, objectively speaking, suicidal. But to be honest, it was probably like, the only viable plan they had... And Anouk wouldnt mind being part of the pair who outsmarted the abyssal horror...

Wait... Didnt she just think about this Miss Hillard eating? That's it!

"I've got an idea..." she said softly.

Anouk ran up to Tabitha, grabbed her by her shoulders and yelled probably a bit too loudly; "I've-got-an-idea!" Her eyes were sparking, quite litterally, of enthuasiasm and optimism.

"It's-so-simple!" she said excisted, almost too fast too understand. "This-idea-is-so-stupid-that-it-must-work-out-well!" she stopped only because she ran out of breath and after inhaling for a moment she continued on. "We need the demon thing not to eat us, dont we?" A grin formed on her face. "So it's really simple: We give her an offering which she will eat instead of us! All we have to do is sneak into the kitchens, liberate some raw meat and give it to her! It's perfect! All we have to do is turn the lights off and then you can sneak in and grab it..."

The mischievous grin widened. "And I know exactly how to get those lights off..." She raised her hand and formed the sign of the horns with it. "I'll just have to use the power of AC/DC." as she said that sparks of lightning flew from her index finger to her pinky and back again. "I'll guarantee ya,"

(dramatic pause)

"They'll be Thunderstruck!"

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-Anastasia Tepes-

Anastasia was left confused, again, as usual.

First the small blonde girl continued crying against her shoulder for god knows how long. Not that Anastasia minded though, it was kind of comforting to feed on the tears of others to hug someone for once and not get yelled at.

Then the girl suddenly got up, walked to where Anastasia had stashed her hairdryer, which she didnt use alot anyway, and ran off with it. The cheeky little bugger... She didnt even introduce herself. Ooh well, Anastasia wasnt that mad and was sure that she'd see the girl again soon.

Anyway, Ziska started talking again. Anastasia didnt know what she was gonna say but she expected to be scolded at. Sooo... She kinda phased Ziska out as she was prepping herself for her first class. When Ziska left the room Anastasia changed from her sleeping attire into some proper clothes. A blazer, shirt, trousers and some shoes with small heels on them. Yeah, that was alright.

She finished packing her bag and headed out towards her class.

... ((Sorry for this really late post but had to prioritize Mishka and Anouk considering peeps were waiting on them))

And she arived just in time before the bell rung.

She saw someone, probably the teacher, laying face first on the ground. Anastasia quickly scanned the room to find some free spots. She quickly found one somewhere in the middle of the classroom.

Once she sat down she finally began to notice something. A smell... A familiar smell. She was sure she smelled that yesterday aswell. It wasnt human, she was sure of that. But she couldnt really figure out the source of it. Her powers were starting to get weaker by the minute as the day was coming out of the night. It had to be somewhere infront of the class though...

Then the bell rang and the teacher started introducing herself as Meredith Hillard. Anastasia didnt really know what to think of her. Sure, she looked kind and wasnt what you would consider an eyesore... But something was gnawing at Anastasia... And it wasnt just her suspision. Only now did she realise that she hadnt eaten anything yet and, well, staying up all night without replenishing the energy somehow was not doing her any favours.

Eugh, just ignore it Anastasia. After class you can probably get a quick bite in the cafeteria... And not one like yesterday!

She looked nervously around for a moment when suddenly...

Graham fell in, quite litterally.

This Miss Hillard was a cunning one. At first glance it would appear as if she was concerned for Graham's wellbeing. But that tone in her voice... Anastasia knew it too well. She had used it herself quite alot after all. It was threatening... It was disgusting... It was perfect. No, not perfect! Dammit brain!

A guy more infront of her asked a question to Miss Hillard about more information of the school. A valid question indeed. Anastasia would like to know some more about the rules and everything like that aswel.

But she also had another burning question which she would ask... Once the need for it rises.

That could have gone better... Perhaps I need to think more next time? Anyway... we should get to class... as Burr thought to himself, he took notice of two students who were coming late to class... Paul... He does have my first class this year... and... military uniform..? Ziska? Yeah...

Paul spoke first, as the two stopped near Burr and Mishka, "Um, what is going on here?"

Ziska promptly followed up with, "
Yes... I would also like to know what is happening here, though it seems you have it under control professor Burr?"

I guess it is only natural for them to want to know... What should I sa-

The Russian spoke first, "Nothing. Nothing happened and nothing is happening."

That's half true... she seems upset... What for? Because I wouldn't allow her to lift a student, by the neck no less, without a word...? It would appear so...

Mishka seemed to notice the German for the first time, "Especially not something concerning the likes of fascists."

I'm pretty sure that the Germans are not fascists... Oh well...

Mishka turned to Geoff at this point, she got closer possibly to show how much taller she was, even with burr floating a few inches off of the ground. "Is there anything I can help you with sir?" Her tone was clearly angered or annoyed... It was one of them, Burr couldn't put his finger on it... Then again, he didn't care. "Or can I proceed to class now?"

Burr turned and drifted back into his class without a word, he took his position at the front of the class and waited for the three in the hallway to arrive.

As Tabitha was walking out of the room Anouk was quick to follow. She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked up next to Tabitha. It seemed like Tabitha knew exactly where to go to, as if she could smell the food from here.

After a short while of walking around the school they eventually reached the promised land: The school kitchens.

Anouk leaned up against the wall and peaked around the door to check what was inside. There were only a few cooks and aides still here cleaning up the kitchen. She saw some guys carrying some leftover meat to what she thought was the food storage. It didnt seem like there was any lock on it, so that was certainly gonna help out.

Anouk turned to Tabitha. "You see that door over there?" she said as she pointed out the food storage door. "That's where they keep the meat. When I turn off the lights you're gonna make a b-line to it and grab as much as you can, alright?" she said with a grin on her face.

Anouk snuck up to a fuse box close to the kitchen entrence. Now, instead of opening it up and unplugging something she was abit... Caught in the moment. Causing a blackout was fun and all. So she charged her hand, which now had sparks flying off of it. She was going to short-circuit only the kitchen and maybe cause the light bulbs to burst. Atleast... That was the plan. She might have slightly overdone it...

Anyway, just waiting till Tabitha was in position and then she could release the pulse.