The mission has been compromised! Abort! Abort! Abort!

Anouk froze for a second as she heard an unknown voice. Luckily she did not discharge all of the energy she had build up in her hand. Instead it just started to flow back and became stored again.

She looked over at the unknown person. When Anouk first saw her Anouk thought that the girl was gonna really tell on her and Tabitha. But then a thought quickly crossed her mind and... Well, she smiled at the other girl.

"Ooh am I? I havent done anything except for looking at it. Is that so bad?" she said in a clearly faked innocent way. She then smiled abit wider. This girl looked around her age, so she was probably a first year student too. Hell, even if she wasnt, as far as Anouk knew all the students had their introduction lessons right now. So that meant that this person, who seemed to not be in a rush, was skipping on a class. "Besides, if you tell on me not being in class dont you think they'll ask questions as to why you're not in class either?" she stuck out her tongue just like a small child would do.

"So you can either tell on me and probably get the same punishment, or we just dont interfere with one another and continue on like nothing happened, deal?"

---

-Anastasia Tepes-

There was really something odd about this Miss Hillard. The way she talked, the way she acted... It was all just abit off. And then there was that smell. Ooh god that smell. It smelled like something sinister, something not from this earth. Seeing those tendrils busy on the board kind of confirmed that too... Okay, she was kind of creepy... But also kind of cool. Yet also, like something was dead. The dead part might just be some dead animals which were meant for disecting though... But still, something was off. And Anastasia was gonna find out what!

She gave an answer to the question of that boy about what the basic rules were at this school. They seemed reasonable enough to Anastasia. She had never been to a highschool so she wouldnt for the life of her know how they usually did things over there, but she did understand these rules. Although to be honest, the no-fighting rule was kind of dissapointing... And considering what happened yesterday she was kind of concerned about what would be done with her.

Then Miss Hillard asked if there were more, biology related, questions. Well alright then. Anastasia had a biology related question. Anastasia raised her hand, waited till she caught the teachers attention and then spoke. "Concerning biology, I am kind of curious... Are you human?"

She asked for questions didnt she?

Zac Yoxall

"Hey, wai--" Zac says, only for Alexis to move off without him. Sighing, he swears under his breath. If she had waited long enough for him to speak, he would have been able to tell her that he was the last person you'd want for a stealth op.

Since she was already putting her plan into action, Zac sighs and mutters, "Well...what could go wrong?" Waiting to hear Alexis' voice as she distracted the students, he then slips into the kitchen. Making sure the students' backs were turned to him, Zac slowly makes his way across the room to the food storage.

The large, metal door was ajar and, upon opening it, Zac comes into a storage room filled with crates and shelves of food. "Let's get this started," he mutters. However, as he begins to fill whatever he could with food, he had failed to realize that the door, set off-balance by him opening it, had slowly begun to close. It was only when the resounding click of a lock met his ears did he realize he had a problem. "Uh-oh..."

Paul didn't immediately notice Ziska walking up from behind him and only when she talked did he realize she was behind him. Paul silently greeted her with a wave and turned his attention back to the trio in front of him, a trio that quickly became a duo when the boy Miska was holding escaped her grasp and, after quickly apologizing, ran away to his class. Paul did catch a glimpse of the boys face and realized he was one of the freshmen he met earlier that morning at the train. Poor boy, he's one unlucky fellow... Paul couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. Nevertheless, he had been through the same things last year when he was a freshman as well, albeit, he found a way to deal with problems fairly quickly, so he could relate somehow to him.

Moments after the boy left, Mishka turned to them "Nothing happened and nothing is happening." Relax girl, what's with the angry look? I didn't do something... Paul wanted to say but knew better than to do that. "Especially not something concerning the likes of fascists." Code Red! Code Red! We have an emergency here! Mishka then turned back to Prof. Burr and asked if she could leave, clearly annoyed by something. Burr just turned and drifted inside the classroom without so much as giving an answer to her. Bravo Prof. Burr! Way to go creating a friendly relationship with your students! Paul thought and sighed.

He was about to follow Burr inside the class before Ziska started talking. Of course she wasn't going to let Mishka off the hook like that, after that comment she just did. Paul leaned at the hallway wall and watched the two girls argue. If anything went out of hand, he was gonna have to step in and stop them somehow, a thought that made Paul's hair stand on end. Fortunately, Ziska did nothing more than threaten Mishka. Eh, could've gone better I guess, he thought as he walked into the classroom, walking right behind Ziska. He took his seat near a window and watched as the classroom slowly filled. As he lazily watched the room slowly filling up with people, his eye caught a familiar figure walking past the classroom, Ted. He also noticed Paul and after a moment, came inside and sat near the end row of seats. Paul knew Ted since they were classmates the year before too. When they first met, they instantly clicked, both of them being the lazy bums they are, albeit Ted took it to the extremes sometimes. Paul looked back at his friend and made a mental note to greet Ted once first period was over.

Zac Yoxall

"Come on...you stupid...door...Do your job...and open!" Zac grumbles as he tries pushing the door open. However, obviously built to stay closed even against someone with enhanced strength like Zac, it doesn't budge. Taking a couple of steps back, Zac smirks and says, "Alright, you slab of metal. You may be used to people stronger than me, but you've never had to deal with anyone like me!"

Deciding to put his heard-headedness to use, he charges with a yell. As he charges, his right side hardens just before he slams against the door, resounding in a loud slam. He steps back again, only to slam his shoulder into the door again, denting it. "One more time," he mutters as his entire body hardens, turning his skin pitch-black. With another yell, he slams into the door. With a loud crash, the door comes loose, skidding against the floor a few feet as Zac, his skin still in its hardened state, stands there, panting. He then laughs and says, "Take that, you damn door! Nothing can stand in the way of Zacary Damian Yoxall!"

-Anouk Dijkstra-

Ooh great. Of all the people they could have encountered faith ofcourse threw the dimwitted brute at them. It didnt seem like this one would listen to reason. Screw you too faith!

But luckily she didnt appear to be too bright considering she only saw two options. Anouk would enlighten her about that.

"Well," she said with a smile, "I think you're missing option three."

As Anouk finished she ran up to the kitchen door and yelled to the kitchen employees. "Please help us! This girl wants to hurt us!" She put on the saddest expression she could to look more convincing.

Soon a few people started rushing out of the kitchen, one of which was a big, rather chubby man. He seemed like he was the guy in charge and from his voice he didnt seem like the most refined person in the world.

"Wot's goin on 'ere?!" He yelled at the trio.

Anouk pointed over at Alexis. "She's threatening us sir!" she said while pouting and blinking rapidly.

But before the man could say anything there was a loud clang. The storage room's large metal door flew out and a pitch black creature came out. Anouk was stunned. They kept things like that as food in there?! Well... Good thing that they were interupted by this other chick or else Tabitha would have been demon food... And this time not for a demon teacher.

The man seemed outraged and ofcourse he had every right to.

((You get the accent I was going for, continuing to write it causes me headaches so just pretend to read it))

"What in the hell is happening here?!" He looked back at the trio. "So, you three thought of causing a distraction so he could sneak out with some food? Are you mental?!"

Wait, that's supposed to be a student? How did he figure that out so quickly? Eh, he's probably used to it. More importantly was that he thought Anouk and Tabitha also had something to do with this. Anouk didnt really care for this other chick but she was gonna find a way to prove that Tabitha and her had never seen these other two before.

Anouk hastily looked around. If this school was anything like the schools back in the Netherlands then... Bingo.

"We've got nothing to do with this, I swear!" She pointed at the ceiling where cameras were keeping a watchfull eye over every hallway. "You can check it on those cant you? You'll see that after we got out of our dorm we got here and..."

Dammit, good job. Now explain why you were standing near a fuse-box you idiot!

"And... Euhm... I needed to recharge." Great thinking brain. "Ye, recharge. You see, I require alot of electrical energy to keep on walking. So when I saw this fuse-box I was only going to take a little bit of it's juice and then continue on to class..." She ofcourse wouldnt say that that she was completely recharged by sleeping, but hey, he didnt know that.

"I need you to go to the VP and explain your story there." The man said. He paused for a moment before he spoke again. "What class did you say you had again?"

"Biology, sir." Anouk answered to the man.

"By Miss Hillard no doubt." He sighed. "Well, she's an odd one so you better atleast show up to her class. But after it's done you're gonna report to the VP understood?"

Anouk nodded and pulled Tabitha by her arm, trying to drag her with herself and get away from this crimescene as fast as possible.

---

-Mishka Demidov-

Well, the teacher just floated off. Really helpfull that one. First causing trouble and then just buggering off. And ofcourse this was going to be her first teacher this year, greaaaaat...

The tiny fascist started speaking now... The little nazi wasnt just looking the part, she also came from the same country. That, or she tried really hard to mimick that god awefull accent.

Mishka chuckled at the little girl as she was acting all tough. To be honest, Mishka was suprised that the girl reacted in this way. If you dressed like that then you should expect to be called a fascist dont you? Hell, she even had a swaztika on her belt buckle. That's even allowed? What kind of school is this...

Anyway, she walked off aswell. Then there was just this one other guy left who... Didnt really do anything. Eh, good for him. Of the three people she had just been interacting with he was the least unlikeable. If only just because he didnt say anything to rile her up.

Ooh well, time to head to the class room.

As Mishka walked inside the classroom she scanned the room for empty seats. She quickly spotted an empty spot in a corner at the back of the classroom. That spot would be ideal as she would not block anyone sitting behind her with her large bulk. Never let it be said that Mishka Demidov doesnt think about others. She walked over to this spot and sat down.

She readied her pen and paper and was ready for the first class...

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-Anastasia Tepes-

Just after Anastasia asked her question she could hear a familiar voice comment on it under his breath. Others probably didnt hear it, but Anastasia's greatly enhanced senses easily picked it up. Let's hope Meredith didnt pick that up too, cause that would be disasterous for the poor guy.

Just before Meredith made her way over to herself Anastasia noticed some people looking at her. One of which was a stylish girl with red hair. Was she... starring at Anastasia's eyes?

Anyway, before Anastasia could think some more about it her complete vision was suddenly covered by the face of Meredith.

Anastasia remained unfased as Meredith came very close to her face. What? Was that meant to make her blink or something? How old was this teacher? 10?

Meredith then proceeded to answer the question but Anastasia noticed she left some vital parts out. Like, how does she mean "raised here". What, did she crash in a corn field in Kansas and was raised by two elderly farmers?

Before she could ask another question however, she was already stopped by Meredith, who wanted the students to introduce themselves to her. As her first victim she picked Graham, ofcourse.

Anastasia sighed. Seriously, why was she picking on him? Hell, why was Graham having this much problems anyway? It's as if some deity was constantly playing with Graham, making him go through ever more humuliating scenarios just for their entertainment. But eh, that wasnt possible was it?

Anyway, Anastasia looked over at the poor sod. He seemed to have been distracted by something before Meredith caught him completely by suprise.

Ooh Graham... Why do you make it so easy for the universe to mess with you?

Physics... Physics... Huh..? Oh yeah, Geoff remembered that he's teaching Physics now. The bell rang a few minutes ago. How did I drift off so easily... Well, I didn't mean it as a joke.

Suddenly Burr noticed an Amazonian entering the class and taking a seat somewhere near the back. That meant that everyone, or mostly everyone, was here. As a general rule you give students a while on the first day to remember where all of the classes are.

"Welcome to my second year Physics class. Most of you had me last year, so you should have an understanding of basic Physics including one and two dimensional motion." As he talked a marker began drawing triangles on the board behind him, labeled them with x, y and a magnitude on the stem of the hypotenuse or an angle with a degree. They were describing the direction, speed and duration of an object's motion - likely a projectile based on the magnitude of the base and hypotenuse.

"We're going to start by reviewing two dimensional motion because one dimensional is just basic two dimensional motion. Now. Can anyone tell me what is on the board?" He gestured to one of the labeled triangles with vectors and scalars drawn around it which served no purpose but to show what they are.

Zac Yoxall

The young man had just finished with gloating at the door when he realized all of the cooks were glaring at him. Looking around, he realizes that he was the only student there. I can't believe it! Alexis abandoned me! he thinks as the cooks close in on him. Raising his hands civilly, Zac says, "Hey, there's no need to be angry...I'm sure we can settle this like civilized people..."

"You destroyed our door!" the fat chef complains. "A door 'at was built to keep you brats out!"

Swallowing nervously, he says, "I-I'll work off the damages! On top of however long my punishment lasts!"

At this, the chef looks at his coworkers before turning back to Zac. "Wut could you do? Break something else?"

Seeing a spark of hope and deciding to attempt to seize it, Zac says, "Well, I'm pretty good around the kitchen. I could wash dishes, mop the floor, or even help cook during lunch!"

After a few tense moments, the cooks huddle together, talking quietly amongst themselves, until the fat man turns back. "You have a deal," he mutters, the idea to take Zac up on his offer apparently not sitting well with him. "But, one more fuck up and you're outta 'ere!"

Zac grins and says, "Of course! I understand!"

Kyle just planted in his face in his hand at that statement, biting down on the sarcastic comments he could make. No point in pissing of the teacher this early.

‘Honestly who would put someone in a teaching position that had never gone to school? How were they expected to teach a class if they hadn’t-‘



‘Well that’s interesting’ he mused wondering why the vice principle would be teaching a class as well. He couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps they were understaffed, or maybe it was just an odd quirk of the VP. He figured it was more likely the latter if they had also chosen someone who was uneducated to be a Bio teacher of all things.

By this point he had stopped paying attention to the teacher, as she had been of no help as of this point and he wondered how if at all they were supposed to learn anything from her if she had no formal education. The entire thing seemed stupid, and was shaping up to be a pointless waste of time in his opinion.



This question made Kyle snap his head towards the person who asked, not many would notice but his body hadn’t move much leaving his head turned nearly 180 degrees to face the person who had asked. It took a moment for him to register the student who had asked. She was tall and was quite attractive, not that he would actively take not of that for a few more breaths, and the most fascinating thing were the girl’s eyes, a deep blood red. Absently he wondered if she would let him sketch her portrait.

Silently he let out a breath, as he noticed she was looking at, and likely referring to the teacher. Granted he had wanted to ask that question earlier as well, but held back out of fear. Not fear from how the teacher would react, but for what it might mean about himself. He couldn’t deny they both of them seemed to have the same capability, and ever since his woke up he hadn’t felt comfortable in his own skin.
Shaking away his thought he turned his attention back to the teacher and the almost erotic event that was playing out in front of him, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the teachers antics. She seemed more a kid then a teacher.



Meredith’s answer however was like being dropped in to a bucket of ice, and quietly he turned to face the front of the class room again, doing his best to tune out any information the teacher was giving. He didn’t want to know. So he closed his eyes and counted in his head using that as a way to block out what was going on around him.

After a count to fifty he reopened his eyes. He noted two more students and figured they were introducing themselves ‘So on to introductions I see’

-Anouk Dijkstra-

Phew, that was a close one. Anouk didnt want to end up in a fight on her first day at this school. Even if it meant swallowing abit of her pride, she'd rather avoid a fight at this moment then to suffer with the long term consequences.

After a few minutes both Tabitha and she stood infront of the classroom they were supposed to attent. Anouk let out a sigh and was about to walk in before Tabitha offered herself up as the initial offering. Although it did not really sit well with Anouk she let her go first anyway. No point in argueing over it infront of the door is there?

So Tabitha opened the door, they walked in and... Wait, where's the greater demon? All Anouk could see were students and some lady standing infront of the class. Was... Was this the teacher who scared everyone? She didnt look that tough... Or scary.

Anouk quickly skimmed over the class. There were alot of diverse faces here, probably all with unique powers. They didnt look like jerks or anything like that, she the first impressions were okay... Just aslong as that moron they encoutered earlier was not supposed to be here atleast.

Anywaaaay, it apeared that the teacher wanted an introduction out of the both of them. She mentioned some Graham and Tabitha bursted out into laughter. Tabitha then went on to tell a very embarasing story about him which made Anouk chuckle, eventhough it was kinda cruel. Eh, this was probably her brother or something. Should be nice to have siblings around.

Apparently Tabitha was experienced in boxing. That's awesome! Maybe they could spar sometime. Ooh and she also had a twin sister who shared the same class? Damn, she's lucky...

Tabitha then walked off and sat next to a ginger boy who seemed less then pleased to see Tabitha. So that must be Graham... Ooh wait, everyone's looking at me.

Dammit! Introductions!

Okay, calm down... It's just a couple of strangers you've never met and you're just gonna have to introduce yourself which will only leave a lasting first impression on all of them so if you fuck up they'll torment you for atleast a month or two with it... No pressure right?

"Euh- Howdy y'all!" Ooh goddammit no. Those were her first words, seriously? Could it have been an even more obvious Texas stereotype? And she only lived there for 2 years now, she's born and raised in the Netherlands dammit! Her accent's gonna give it away in a short moment. And now she was wasting time just doing nothing for several seconds... Great, absolutely fan-fucking-tastic... Say something else dammit!

"Euhm,-anyway.-Hi,-my-name's-Anouk-Dijkstra.-I-live-in-Austin,-Texas-but-am-born-and-raised-in-the-Netherlands." Good, now keep the momentum going! "I'm-15-years-old,-play-guitar,-proper-football-and-kickboxing.-I'm-happy-to-be-here-and-hope-to-have-fun!" she said with an awkward smile and wave.

After that little introduction she quickly made her way to Tabitha, only to find out there's no direct seat around her. So... Then she would have to sit as close to her as she could, so she sat next to the little ginger fella she assumed was Graham.

I HATE crowds of people...

The first lesson to be taught in this class seemed to be pretty simple: think before you speak. Any thoughtless words would invite a bunch of uncomfortable weirdness from the crazy alien teacher?thing.

Weird, non-specific question about rules invites weird, non-specific answer.
Asking if she is human invites behaviour that any human would know is inappropriate.
Acting like a smartass and bragging invites being taken down a peg.
Coming in late with a clearly faked excuse invites getting stood up before the entire class with no warning.
And she would also bet that whatever she had missed before coming in started with a thoughtless word.

Only the Dutch girl, Anouk, seemed to have got it right. She introduced herself quickly, clearly and politely and gave Miss Hillard no room to twist her words or take offence. Smart girl.

Going over things like this, the principle was quickly solidifying into a kind of scientific law in Rebekah's head. Still, any good hypothesis needs to be tested. If she was right, she would be able to successfully navigate this class in the future. If she was wrong, things could get awkward and embarrassing fast. Here goes nothing.

She stood up, oe hand tightly clutching a carrot stick she had been saving for lunch, and looked around the faces of her fellow classmates for a second as she took a deep breath. When it seemed like most people's attention had turned to her, she began. "I'll go next, shall I? Kia ora everyone, my name is Rebekah Green, I'm from New Zealand, and my power is changing how big things are".

Holding the carrot stick for everyone to see, it began to swell to twice its original size, whereupon she broke it in two and lobbed on half to the front of the classroom so that it landed on the teacher's desk. It wasn't quite an apple, but it was a peace offering nonetheless.

He introduction done, she sat down, quietly nibbled on her half of the carrot, and looked around for who would be introducing themselves next.

Some random chef!

It was Pierre's first day at work and he was already nervous. Not because he had to cook for these sniveling brats rather than using his transcendental cooking skills in some upper-class restaurant. It's because he drew the short straw.

Since he and his coworkers decided to take in the little vandal as punishment, one of them had to inform his teachers that his attendance in their class would be spotty, at best. Pierre had heard rumors of this Meredith woman and, frankly, it left him rather frightened.

Looking at the door leading into the biology room, he sees the woman, and even hear her, giggling at something one of the students said. Swallowing nervously, he decides sooner was better than later and steps into the classroom. "Excusez-moi, Madame Hillard..." he says. "I would like to speak to you about one of your students...one Zacary Yoxall? Well, he was caught in ze food storage and damaged our door. He...he will be working off ze damages with myself and my colleagues, on top of his punishment, so his attendance in your class will be sparing..."

Thank goodness that went well. Perhaps her hypothesis had been correct or perhaps the alien had a thing for carrots, or perhaps she just had so many better targets for her twisted games. Either way, Rebekah was profoundly relieved to have survived her introduction without being chewed out as thoroughly as that enlarged half a carrot stick.

Aside from the teacher, there were still her classmates to worry about. Had she said the right things? Was the kiwi greeting overdoing things? She was proud to be a New Zealander and all and wanted to represent her country well, but would she turn into a walking stereotype in the process? Was displaying her ability appropriate in this context, or was it too much like showing off? How different were things in a community of supers? How noticeable was her accent? Did she sound as ridiculous to them as the americans did to her?

These, however, were anxieties for another time. She had survived her introduction, the class had moved on, and she was quickly presented with another opportunity for her anthropological study of (was it still anthropological if her subject wasn't human) of Meredith Hillard. A chef entered, and quickly announced the breaking of both rules that Meredith had mentioned earlier: lateness, and skipping classes. Given what Rebekah had seen already, this was likely to get a student personal space violated and their morning ruined to to a large dollop of embarrassment. But this was different. Here we had another member of staff making the announcement. Would Hillard show a bit more respect or restraint? Was anyone safe? Rebekah looked on with interest. If she was going to have to deal with this creature on a daily basis, this was vital information to collect.