HSchool, a.k.a Hero School. A place where everyone with powers are welcome. Almost 90% of the children entering are the children of superheros, but this year they're letting in any kid with powers. One of them being Jake, he didn't like his surname so he just basically completely disowned it. The school is made of two separate buildings, the primary school building which went from grade 1 to 7 and the high school building, where Jake was heading, which was from grade 8 to 12. There were students everywhere, most showing off their power of flight or something like this, but Jake kept to himself, sticking to edge of the crowd. He grumbled to himself as he looked around.

Ashley Chalk stood in one place and tried not to vibrate with excitement. The grey circle of fine powder slowly collecting at her feet was a monument to her failure. She'd known she wouldn't be able to control herself in the face of so many heroes, which is why she'd gotten here early and resolved to stay right here, in this one spot near the back of the crowd, so she didn't get ash all over everything. She was wearing a turtleneck, a big heavy coat, even had her hair tucked up inside one of her dads motorcycle helmets, but it didn't matter. The stuff would find a way out and she didn't plan to make things any harder on anybody else by dirtying them up on their first day.

It was actually kind of intimidating. Sure, she'd seen a lot of these kids parents over the years coming and going at CHALK Labs. Sure, she'd begged and pleaded once she'd heard they were letting anyone in this year until her parents had made some phone calls and gotten her in. Actually standing here, though, she was struck with the idea that she didn't actually deserve to be. She was about to fangirl out at any moment, but a consequence of that was that she couldn't help but see these people on a whole other level then her. She felt like a intruder in their world, a roadie who'd wandered onto the stage by mistake.

She glanced around and saw another guy looking around, sticking to the back the same as her. She would have waved, but that would have resulted in a cloud. "Hey." she called out to him. "Are you new too?" She asked, trying to shake the nerves from her voice. Maybe she would be able to find some solidarity here. "I'm Ashley."

There was a lot of noise, but it was understandable. It was the first day at the Hero School, and the first time people not related to any promiment figure in the heroics deparment were able to study there. There were quite a lot of kids playing around and talking about their powers, most times trying to impress the others with wherever cool trick they had under they sleeve. Unintentionally, Tanya was one of them, as her power didn't really have an off switch.

She was currently wearing a dark green tanktop, an open black leather jacket, blue jeans and boots, giving off a small biker vibe. Although, being honest with herself, Tanya wore those clothes because they were brand new and because her father insisted on her looking as good as she could on her first day of class. She simply sighed and obliged to Dad's wishes.

Yawning, the young woman looked around, trying to find some group that she could squeeze into before they all decided to close themselves to any addition to their inner circle. It was one of the few things she noted that were the same between teenage humans and slightly-different-teenage humans. After some minutes of enduring a couple of kids trying to reach her horns, she found her salvation in the shape of a biker helmet. Thinking that it wouldn't look that weird to see a girl with leather jacket right next to someone with a biker helmet, she nonchalantly walked to their side and smiled politely, both to the first individual (who seemed to be a girl, considering the voice and the fact her name's Ashley) and to a guy she didn't notice before. Hopefully that'd get those damned kids off her back.

Edward could barely contain himself and probably wouldn't have be able too if he wasn't stuck at the back of the crowd of people. He had already greeted most of the people in the back and was working his way around the crowd, of course he would forget most of the names by the end of the day. No one group of people he'd spoken with had really held his interest, most wanting to talk about whose parents where they belonging too and not much beyond that, Edward wanted to get to know them; not their parents.

At a glance he looked like your everyday kid, if it wasn't for his ridiculous hair length stretching out along the ground it could have been twice as long as he was tall. All but one bang of hair was keep out of his cheerful face by a red headband, a loose neck shirt hung from his lanky body; so loose in fact it missed one of his shoulders entirely, some simple shoes and jeans finished off his very underwhelming get up.

Careful not to have his hair trodden on he came across a small group of three, they looked to have a whole lot of promises. Edward knew from experience that the quiet ones always seemed to have a lot to talk about, even if they didn't want to talk to him. The boy was well dressed and looked like he just wanted to be left alone, of course this was like a beacon to Edward call him home. Next was Ashby? or was it Ashsee?; he didn't quite catch her name, he’d worry about that later, she seemed just as existed to be here as he was and that was always good in his book. However the way she spoke make it sound like she was afraid of breaking something or at the very least getting soot all over it. Finally was the biker looking girl, she did not look happy to see anyone really that probably included him, but what was the worst that could happen?

"G-day, I'm Edward but please call me Ed" he extended a hand to no one in particular.

"You know, Ace. We've been thinking about your future, discussed about it even."
Funny.
"There is a school for special people such as you, a place where you could be educated properly with others like you. Maybe it would make you feel comfortable?"
Yes, comfortable. That is what this was all about. But not my comfort.
"It is a school called Hero School. They would educate you about..about..yourself."
Fancy way to say you do not know nor do you care.
"E-eh..either way, Maria and I have signed you up and you shall depart in one month."
Oh, that's great.
"I sincerelly hope that you will have a great time there, few years will pass fast and you can visit us over the weekends should you desire."
Oh, fun. Aren't you a real goddamn piece of- "Yes, Mr.Baker."

"Hey kid. We're here. 122,90." The taxi driver woke him up. Ace looks up at him slowly and then flashes the most polite of smiles, polite enough to only slightly scare the poor man as he paid for his trip, took his bag and then stepped out of the vehicle. He walks into the schoolyard and pays a little to no mind to others, he just wanted to find some shade. It was really hot in here. He could technically take off his jacket.

Could, but would not, instead of that he finds himself a spot near the smallest group of people and takes a seat while rubbing his eyes. What was he even doing here again? Oh, right, his 'parents' were afraid of being killed for having him. Silly people, even if his father would escape again, even if he found them, even if they told him where to find Ace again...He would still kill them. THis changes nothing. What a joke, and not in any way a good one.

@Gentlemanvaultboy Jake blinked and looked towards the girl, he was quiet for a few moments before speaking in a smooth even voice. "Jake."
@UberBlutwurst@Pineappletumble then the next two arrived. Why, he wasn't sure. As long as they don't try actually staring a conversation with him, he was ok...sort of.

James let out a small sigh as he approached the school, making sure to avoid coming into contact with anyone on the way in, wanting to ensure that he had time to get comfortable so he wouldn't get stressed out so easily. After all, he didn't want to accidentally pull anyone into his hellish mindscape. He winced slightly as he felt a slight headache and saw little flickers of things across his vision. He went straight to the area with the least amount of people, to ensure that there would be little chance of anyone bothering him.

Loki stared in front of himself and absentmindedly adjusted his crown - not a circlet, or a helmet, a crown. He was more or less disinterested in whatever may have been going around himself - though the whole Hero School thing seemed like a cool idea on paper thus far the whole thing didn't seem like much. Now, truth to be told he had actually been sleeping while leaning against a wall - that was one of the few rare physical little tricks he had learned, or maybe he had always known how to do something like that.

It had been another strange dream, nothing too strange - he was just trying to take over the world and fought against a lot of heroes, or at least some nasty version of himself was doing that. Loki didn't really like that version of himself, even though it had just been in a dream. With a little sigh the God of Mischief and Stories straightened up and headed towards a small group of people. He had a huge feeling of déjá vu, like he had seen a place like this before, been in a place like this before... Nah, that must have just been his imagination playing tricks on him.

Ashley stared at Jake, cocking her head toward him in case anything else was forthcoming. "So is that a no, or..."

But this thought was interrupted by a greeting from behind her. She turned her head to find that a little party had sprung up around them. She didn't know what was more incredible, that guys hair or that girls everything. Then there was that one guy, sitting on the ground near them. Where had this come from?

"Good to meet you Ed." She said, lifting the visor on her helmet to reveal her be-goggled face. "I'm Ashley. I'd shake but, uh," She waved her hands in the air in front of her, shaking off a little cloud of ash that drifted down into the circle at her feet. She hoped nobody walked through that. She should have stood farther back, she decided. "I'm kind of a pigpen. I like your hair." Then she looked and smiled back at the horn girl. "And your, just, everything you've got going on here. Are you guys seniors? You look older."

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Jake looked at the ash drift to the floor, then looked towards Ed. "And I rather not touch anyone,even with my gloves on. And to answer your question Ashe, yes I am new here." he spoke, probably won't talk much from now on though.
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Tanya arched an auburn eyebrow and took the chance to gently shake the long-haired teen's hand, trying to not hurt him with her claws. "Thank you, Ashley, and I've got to agree that Mr. Edward's hair over here is pretty fabulous. Although I think you must spend a lot on shampoo." She smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from her green eyes. "Name's Tanith, but I go by Tanya. Easier for the tongue" she joked, placing a hand on her hip. "And yeah, I'm kind of old. 19 years old, to be precise."

Overall, this seemed to be an interesting group of people to hang out with, if somewhat quirky. But, then again, this was a school for quirky people, so it was nothing to worry about.

The smallest group of people managed to be social one, what are the odds. Well, they most likely were not talking to him nor even pay attention to his presence. Since they would only be focusing to each other, there was no reason for him to-"Hello there. I am Ace Baker slash Smith slash Quinzel. I'm new here." He greets no one in particular and everyone at once with a wide...smile. Or something that resembles one at the very least, blame a guy for trying. His heterochromiac eyes darting nervously from one person to another did not really ease the unnerving effect of his wide smile, realizing that he slowly closes his mouth and coughs a bit."...Nice to meet you."

Goddamnit.

Upon Tanya shaking Edward's hand he became quite quickly aware of the smooth scales and the sharp nails resting gently on the back of his palm, he was probably fine though why would she shake his hand if it was going to cut him? Deciding that was a question better left unanswered he chuckled along with her joke, at least she was nicer than she had been looking.

"Mr?" Edward raised an eyebrow playfully "Well Lady Tanith I can confirm that it does in fact take large quantities of shampoo and time to keep this hair in presentable fashion" his voice now possible the worst British accent ever heard performing a curtsy with his hair that had fanned out behind him giving him the silhouette of a dress "Why; I may have been born one year prior to yourself however..." he stopped and coughed composing himself "Sorry got a little carried away there, I'll stop" probably best not to piss off the dragon girl, a nervous voice cut through the awkward silence much to his relief which quickly became being a little creeped out.

"Hey there..." he offered a hand tentatively, the boy looked like like he was ripped straight from a horror film with a smile like that and the eyes did not help "I'm Ed..."
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James frowned slightly. Of course the area with the least amount of people would also be the area with the most talkative ones. He slowly moved away from the group, hoping not to be noticed. He didn't want to deal with people talking to him when he was already nervous about being out in public places.

Suddenly many sudden introductory introductions happened. Though Loki listened everyone present he didn't quite yet feel the need to introduce himself. For now he concentrated on listening to the tidbits of stories, like tiny pebbles starting to roll down hills. He paused his ponderings at the mention of the name 'Quinzel' - what the heck was that about? Where had he heard it before? Was it a bad omen? Quinzel? ... as in Quinn... As in Harley Quinn..? The green clad God of Mischief and Stories blinked his eyes and again adjusted his crown while wondering what was that 'Ace' fellow's story, or the dragon girl... Tanya's? Those must have been interesting and/or strange and/or extremely emotionally scarring stories.

Well, since there wasn't really any need to remain undetected Loki took a step forwards while coughing politely to get everyone's attention.

@arowne97 Jake saw James trying to move away and frowned, walking in front of him.

Ashley just stared at him until the smile faded from his face. "If that was your idea of a joke it wasn't funny." She said to Ace, eyes severe. She knew that the school had some sort of reform thing going on with villain kids this year, but still. Clown fanboys were repugnant. She wondered how long he'd spent practicing that smile in the mirror, or applying that scar. At least he had the presence of mind to realize that it hadn't gone over well, which is more than you could say for most of the ones online.

Her attention was drawn away from the ace to a new guy. The guy with the crown. She wondered if he's just come in costume or if he was really royalty. It wouldn't be too surprising. "Hey, Mr. Prince of the Universe. What's your story?"

Shake the hand, be polite, that's a good boy. Ace shook Ed's hand swiftly before pulling his hand back. That had went so well. If only he would have kept his mouth shut, this would not have happened. Apparently at least few of them were uneasy around him, can't blame them right? And one doesn't seem to approve to his presence at all. And then there was the J-bomb, right on his face.
No, as far as he knew, he wasn't joking. And even if he were, that would not have been funny. But, everybody makes mistakes, so just let it slide and go on with your everyday-"Oh, I did not know we were telling jokes here...my bad, I completely forgot to laugh." Ace speaks with a cold tone and serious face, slowly lifting his right hand before his mouth."Ha, ha, ha..." He whispers before his eyes turn to the green clad fellow.

Cheers love, the cavalry is here to grab the attention. And only a moment too late.

His story? Now there was a good question, a brilliant one even. Momentarily Loki actually seemed a bit puzzled by the question before smirking and spreading his arms while making a polite bow. "Thou doth wish to hear my story? Alas, thine request I cannot quite fulfill, but at least thy curiosity may be sated slightly." He straightened up and removed his crown, holding it with his left hand. "Thou art in the presence of the Prince of Asgard and of the Jotunn - thus sadly nay of quite the universe. Thou may thus rest thine eyes upon Loki Laufeyson! The God of Stories and Mischief." For a moment the fellow paused, shrugged his shoulders and added in a less dramatic manner "Or Lafeydottir when I feel like it - that's when you should add -ess to the prince and god parts. I'm flexible like that." He waved his right hand a bit. "So... In other words... Hi."

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James looked at Jake, wincing slightly as he saw apparitions flicker past around them. "Um...hi...?"