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Such aggression from the boy. She recognized it as privilege, something she was all too familiar with personally. Though she did not know for what reason the other telepath believed he deserved it. Pausing for a moment she glanced at Barca with a displeased expression. "Read your mind? Please, do you take me for a commoner? Your attempt to read my mind was as clear to me as the sun shines. I needn't know what you were thinking for that." She started off again. "I do agree that you would be wasting your time though." The exchange only lasting a few seconds there was almost no indication to anyone else that anything had occurred other than Esuterura's glance, which could have been anything.

Observing a fireball coming down she momentarily raised a hand before the fire quenched itself. Placing her hand back unto her luggage she watched as the man who emerged from the flames made his rounds greeting everyone. At least he made an effort to introduce himself. She herself would eventually, most likely. But this did not feel the time nor the place. That is best done inside when everyone was attentive. Right now everyone was distracted by one another and particular fancies. Still accepted the hand but said nothing back to Sol as of yet.

The peculiar behavior and occasional display of abilities began to pique her interest though. From what she understood the variety of powers was vast and for her thus far unpredictable. Her home was not so diverse in that regard. Physical appearance made little difference to her, behavior was the more important.

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Frank watched the fireball shooting down the Earth in unsurprise (yes that isn't a word. Yes, I just made it a word). 'Just like dad said... Those damn aglets are making their move. And their first priority is to get rid of us!' However, considering there was nothing he could do to stop himself from being burnt to a crisp as soon as it hit the ground, he just clenched his eyes tight and waited for the inevitable... 'See you in a bit, dad...'

Moments later, Frank was surprised to find that he was, in fact, not a piece of ginger bacon. And he was even more surprised to find that the fireball was, in fact, a boy. 'How unexpected... But that doesn't mean he wasn't sent by the aglets anyway. Will keep a close eye on him, just in case.' What surprised him even more was seeing the boy shake hands with people. Dumbstruck, Frank didn't regain his composure until the boy reached him.

"Was your mission to disturb a peaceful morning? Because if so, you succeeded." Frank said to Sol whilst shaking his hand, tone and expression deadpan. 'Subtly interrogate your targets under the guise of sarcastic humor... Oh father, your lessons will never cease to amaze me.'

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Cole stopped and blinked. There was a slight prickly feeling in his head for a moment...the hell. He blinked again and it was over. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. Weird feelings already how fun. He watched as others began to interact and briefly wondered if he should do the same. He had to blend in a bit after all.

Cole turned and watched the other students. Taking in their physical appearance and how they moved. His eyes going from person to person until he stopped on a girl with two lions. A brow raised as his head tilted. Odd. He watched a guy approach her with an owl and his brows furrowed. Shaking his head he moved on spotting a guy with two cats who seemed to be blind. Interesting. Moving on he got really confused at the sight of a....creature. What was it called again? Oh a yeti. Definitely move on. His eyes landed on a girl with purple hair. She was different...

Cole found his eyes flicking between the girl with purple hair and the guy with the owl. He completely ignored the demands of the woman with red hair who looked rather angry and decided instead to stay put. If someone wanted to speak with him they would come to him. Decided he dropped his duffel and slipped his, for once ungloved, hands back into his pockets. Grey eyes holding a look of boredom underneath the sunglasses.

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Jazmine had woken up a few hours earlier than usual, taking the extra time to pack a few more things, throw her bags into the trunk of her silver, near-new Nissan Versa and make a few minor adjustments to her previously picked out outfit. When it comes to her fashion sense, Jaz is always "dressed to impress." She likes to look her best everyday, and usually spends about an hour each morning making sure that there's nothing out of place. It's rare to see her in a state of disarray, as her mother raised her to believe that she should always look prepared and presentable, especially when she's the most frazzled. This morning, in particular, she chose to wear one of her favorite outfits; an electric blue blouse, black jeans, and black heels. Her makeup was minimal, but her hair, as usual, was in its wild curly state.

After quickly eating a bowl of cereal, Jazmine soon found herself on the road, the music blasting through the radio and her black Bombay cat sitting silently in the passenger seat. She had hoped to be one of the first to arrive at the academy. She even thought that she'd been successful in doing so as she pulled into the nearly vacant parking lot, but groaned once she noticed the lot of students that stood near the entrance gates. "I guess we should've left a bit earlier, huh Salem?" Jaz spoke to the cat as she took the key out of the ignition and unlocked the doors, "Hell, at least we aren't late."

Jazmine got out of her car, leaving the door open for another half of a second to allow her furry friend to jump out behind her. From the trunk of the car, she retrieved her three bags; she hoisted a bright yellow backpack around her shoulders, slung a fairly large duffel bag around her left shoulder, and carried a tote in her right hand. Despite the heavy weight of the bags and Jazmine's choice of footwear, the young woman had little to no trouble carrying them as she made her way towards the rest of the students. Walking with a purpose, her dark heels clicked against the ground, her silver anklet glistening in the sun. Salem happily trotted alongside her, probably glad that she'd decided against transporting him in a carrier. As she and Salem approached the gates, Jazmine couldn't help but glance at each of the other students, slightly amazed by the diversity she saw.

Although spotting a handful of people that piqued her interest, Jaz decided against striking a conversation with any of them. Instead, she continued her trek towards the school, adjusting the strap of her duffel bag every now and then. As always, Salem stayed by her side, only stopping once to carefully study a pair of lions that passed by. "What in the hell?" was the only phrase that ran through Jazmine's head as she and her pet continued on.

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Alexia continued her walk up the long drive way with her hands inside her front pockets. The strap of her duffel bag stayed in place never slipping from her shoulder thanks to her superhuman adhesive ability. Not only did it allow Alexia to cling to walls, but it also allowed other objects to cling to her when she so chose. She couldn't hear the footsteps thanks to the music playing loudly through her earbuds Alexia could sense the others starting to slowly group around her. Not only were there a few students ahead of her, but following behind her now as well. She did not to turn to look to see whom else had arrived. There would be plenty of time to learn of and interact with others later, she assumed. Alexia's brown eyes her focused on what laid ahead of her: the Academy. What were they waiting on?

The foul odor of the cigar hit Alexia's nose before she heard the muffled sound of someone talking beside her. "Showoffs, huh?" Alexia reached up and removed the earbud. "Got a quick question for you." The woman's glowing eyes surprised Alexia, making the girl do a double take. "Where is that assembly thing that we are supposed to go to?" She found the fading black patches of skin curious as well, but chose not to inquire about them.

Alexia did not know. In fact, this was the first time she had heard of an assembly. Maybe there was something mentioned in that generic letter she received a few weeks ago, but Alexia had only half glanced over it at the time. It was a copy of the letter sent to many of the would be students of the new school for inexperienced superhumans. Unlike the others, so she assumed, Alexia's letter did not arrive through mail but rather handed to her personally. One of the 'benefits' of living with one of the faculty.

The young clone shook her head in reply to the woman's question. "I am surprised that no one has come to greet us yet." Alexia said somewhat more to herself than to the red head walking beside her. And, once again her light brown eyes looked up towards the front doors of the school that grew closer with every step.

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Looking around, Light had thought she was late. After all a bunch of people were moving into the school and she didn't wake up because of an alarm, but apparently this wasn't the case. Instead of people rushing to classes, they were just hanging around in the school courtyard, talking and making friends with each other. Noticing this, Light slowed down considerably and joined in on the socializing. After all, that was what this all boiled down to, making friends! And as bad as she was at schedules, at long as she wasn't late, there wasn't any harm in making a few.

She pulled out another hole, appearing over a nearby thin pillar. Balancing on one foot, she glanced over all the students below her like a parascope, trying to find someone who was interesting to chat with. She saw the cat person from before, talking with another student, another lady with lions talking to other people, a rainbow of different hair colors, Mr. Fireball guy shaking hands with a guy in a government like suit (Light taking note of that pair, remembering the few run ins she had with 'suits'), and lots of others from a few alien looking people like herself, even bigfoot was here!

"Man, I don't know who will be fun to play with. Probably wont know until Power development class for most of these people. Might as well make nice with Mr. Suit. Don't want more needles..." Light said, deciding on a course of action. Still balancing on one leg, Light clawed the air under her and tumbled into the hole she made, appearing behind Frank in a haphazard flop. Getting to her feet, she tapped him on the shoulder, saying. "Hiya Mr. Suit. Your not here to give me more of those needle thingies, are ya? Or are you berating Mr. Sun here for being a living fireball?" Light said. She didn't catch Frank's previous little conversation with Sol, otherwise she would've known this guy was the exact opposite of what she was thinking.

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Alexis saw Alexia's look when she saw her eyes and quickly shook her head and her eyes changed color to a striking green and said, after Alexia finished talking :

" Sorry 'bout the eyes. They scared the cab driver and it was damn funny. Should've seen the look on his face when he saw them glowing. ". Alexis chucked and remember the cab's driver face.

She looked up and down at Alexia and nodded in reply to her answer.

" Should someone greet us? I just heard someone saying something about an assembly and I thought that's where I had to go too. " Alexis's cigar finished and she simply stuffed it out on the last black patch that was on her hand that quickly changed to it's normal color.

" So, name's Alexis. Yours? " said Alexis while catching up with her, now that she was not confirmed a threat. She also extended her hand towards Alexia.

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Amid the arriving students and families stood the Kirlin party of three. Each with expectant looks on their faces, the youngest had her eyes on the school, they gleamed with hope but also with a darker desire even her parents had never deciphered. The elders, dear Gwen's parents, had their attention turned to their daughter as if waiting for her to tell them this was all a joke.

Her mother twisting her wedding ring in endless circles around her finger, seemingly trying to loosen the tension she felt, was the first to break her silence, "Oh, honey are you sure you don't want us to help you get settled?"

"Thanks for the offer Mom, but I think I'll be alright." Gwen said, her hands clenching slightly, she could sense where the conversation was going next. Susan exchanged a look with Hank who shook his head slightly and shifted the duffel bag on his shoulder. Susan inhaled sharply and looked at the other students, she began to turn her ring even faster.

"Darling its just that your father and I are worried that this is not a good fit for you. We were lead to believe that this is more of a high school rather than a college. You should be going to a real college, you have so much ambition, you want to be a diplomat and a politician, how will this school help you with that? You were accepted to UVA with a sizable scholarship and if you're going to be going to school in Virginia you should be going there. I'm sure if we called we could find a way to-"

"No mom, I've made my decision. We've had this talk so many times. This is where I'm going, maybe for just a year to get a handle on what I can do, but what is happening this year is final." Gwen said, cutting her mom off who just looked more agitated now. She sighed, that was a pretty good cue for final goodbyes. These Kirlin family issues would not be fixed in the next five minutes, Gwen had a room to set up and a schedule to finalize, there was not time right now to work through the deep tension emanating from the three of them. She looked at her dad who seemed to recognize this as the classic college drop off it essentially was, the gruff and typically stoic man had a strange look of sadness on his face. "Dad, is this the last bag? My trunk and my sheets are already in the room, so just this last bag of clothes." There was a lot more she could say and wanted to say to her dad but didn't. Hank just nodded and passed off the bag, quickly redirecting his attention to the grounds, muttering something about the landscaping. Classic Hank move, avoiding feelings. Then in a flurry of hugs and goodbyes they were in the car driving away.

With her parents, and perhaps much more of her life, fading away into the woods Gwen began the trek back to her room. She passed by other students, a number of whom seemed to have some very noticeable 'thing' about them that was different, indicative of the fact they had abilities. Perhaps Gwen would be underestimated, maybe rightly so. Her powers might be considered weak compared to others, after all something about this place felt loud. Like the power stations that funneled electricity to entire towns. She couldn't tell which people were making so much of this 'noise' but the place was practically humming. One of the world's dangerous time bombs, this was going to be quite the freshman year.

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The hum of the rather flashy motorcycle came to a gradual stop as Deon parked it, not really caring if he was in the right spot or not. The only other vehicles there was some run down, shitty-ass truck and a rather bland looking car. Shrugging, Deon stepped one leg over his bike and stretched his legs and neck, though to his dismay, was not rewarded by a series of pops. If there was anything he missed about his body before William Stryker had made him better, it was the satisfaction of hearing his bones and joints crack - a relief of pressure that his adamantium skeleton would no longer provide.

The backpack he had slung over both shoulders was light, holding only a handful of essential items such as his phone charger, bathroom supplies and a few changes of clothes. He traveled light - always had. He wasn't exactly the materialistic sort. Not since becoming Stryker's attack dog. And if he should so happen to come into possession a few things during his stay at this... school... then so be it.

Deon slipped his right arm from the backpack strap, leaving it hanging loosely on his left shoulder - a much more comfortable way of carrying it around (and definitely less dorky/schoolboy looking). His blue eyes glanced around, feet slowly carrying him as he took in the sights that surrounded him. It was definitely much different than Stryker's island, but not nearly as glamorous or flashy as his time in Tokyo. It would do, but judging by the few glances he got of who would be his company and competition for the next however long, he counted on things getting dull rather quickly.

Within the throng of the crowd (somehow even bypassing the strange collection of tamed animals - were those lions?), a flash of red caught his peripheral. A rather smug smile found it's way to his lips as his head turned to drink in the full view. A redhead had just gathered up her belongings and was headed inside. God only knew why it was redheads specifically that got his blood flowing hot - he loved all (attractive) women equally. But there was just something about redheads...

The twenty-year-old readjusted the grip on his backpack strap and jogged up to close the distance between them, calling out to her once there was only ten or so feet between them.

"So I've come to the conclusion that blondes can be kind of ditzy doodles, and brunettes are a lot like well-behaved, groomed prize poodles... but anyone who doesn't try to meet a gorgeous redhead like you is definitely missing some brainy noodles." Chuckling, he managed to close the distance between them until he was walking in time with the redhead at her side. "Hey, I'm Deon." He extended out his free hand to shake. "This place kind of sucks. You want to look around until we can find something more fun to do with our time?" His quirked eyebrow rose to his hairline, the tilt of his mouth adding to the asymmetrical look he was giving her enough to pass off as being either completely innocent, or completely full of shit.

Despite the fact that he had gone out of his way to ignore the few people who were (possibly?) already talking with the redhead, Deon could feel a pair of eyes on him - a gaze so intense that he felt the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck standing on end.

Daring a sideways glance, Deon's blue eyes met with the soft hazels of his fathers. Logan Howlette stood at the doorway before the school, leaning up against the building with his arms crossed over his broad chest, the seams in his leather jacket threatening to split if he even so much as thought about flexing. It was clear that his father's intention was to scope out the students that he would now be undertaking for the year, but both Logan and Deon knew better - he was waiting for him.

Deon could sense his father the second he drove up on campus. It was likely that Logan could sense the same. The two didn't exactly have the best relationship in the world, as Deon had tried to kill Logan a handful of times in a deal he made with William Stryker. But ever since the treaty, Deon had to hold back his bubbling anger for the man responsible for his mother's death. Accident or not, his father had left him twice, robbed him of a mother, and needed to die. What better way to keep an eye on him, though, than his own school?

The two said absolutely nothing to each other as Deon passed Logan by, but the boy couldn't help but to give his father a quick wink and a sly smile, making it absolutely clear to Logan that perhaps the hatchet hadn't truly been buried (figuratively).

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Megumi smiled a bit as Phoebe introduced herself. The path to making friends was already on a good start. Now it was time to keep up the momentum. "Me too," Megumi said in response to Phoebe. As a small silence began, Megumi reached into her bag to grab another snack. Life was always better with a snack in hand. At least, that was how Megumi believed it to be. Right when Megumi pulled out a box of pocky, Phoebe was already beginning to demonstrate her power. Megumi was surprised to see Phoebe create a lily in her hands. She hardly knew of anyone who could do such things, and certainly no one she actually knew personally. Megumi leaned over to look at it more closely, impressed. "That's cool," Megumi said, then raised her arms as if to flex her biceps. "I'm just really strong and really tough."

Before she could say anything more, however, a man came over to chat with Phoebe. Admittedly, though, "chat" was an understatement; "flirt" would be more accurate. Megumi didn't know why, but there was something about this man.... something she did not like. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, maybe it was the way he ignored everyone else around him, but whatever it was, it made Megumi want to punch him into the ground. She clenched her hand into a fist, taking a moment to determine how much force she wanted to put into it. She had no idea who this person was, after all; it'd be a shame to injure him to the point that he could no longer stand up. At first, she only wanted to use enough force to take down a normal person, as if he were one of the random muggers she had encountered before. However, she decided that maybe he would be able to take that kind of force, so she decided to use a bit more, in case he had some sort of ability that made him more durable. It might send him flying, but it wouldn't give him any broken bones, at least. Probably.

Megumi moved over to the side so she wouldn't get Phoebe in the resulting blow, then patted Deon on the shoulder. When he turned around, he would see Megumi's arm rushing toward his face, delivering her justice.

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Interacting with: Sol, Light, Frank
Griffin bared their teeth in silent snarl at the fire ball that flew by them. His brother took the near encounter as an attack. The last thing wanted was for to start their first year in a public school. But he knew his brother. There would be no convincing his brother that the close encounter had most likely been an accident. Zack was surprised when the fireball landed without causing the damage that he expected at the speed it had been traveling. He was even more surprised when the flames died down and revealed a boy under them.

Griffin stormed over to the boy who had nearly crashed to them. School had barely started and someone had already jeopardize Zack's safety. He was going to make it clear that that wasn't something he was going to allow. As he approached the fire boy he noticed two others. He ignored the boy who was cursing and talking about himself. The other free his attention though. He was almost sure it was female. But he had never seen a girl, or being, like her. He arched an eyebrow as he studied her. After a moment he turned his attention to the boy he come for. He grabbed the other by his arm.

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Katherin took her time approaching the school. It was going to be more crowded than she was used to. She was used the Xavier's school. But that one had been combined with this one for the sake of unity. So she was going to have to adapt. That was going to be a challenge but she was determined to do it. She had to be careful until she was able to memorize the lay out of the school. Which from what her dad had told her about the size of the place wasn't going to be easy.

The closer Katherin for from the gate the more crowded it got. The could hear snippets of conversation. She was looking forward to meeting new people and learning about their abilities. She had heard so many stories over the years. She wondered who would take the classes she had chosen. Katherin hoped to make a friend the first day. Doing so would reassure her dad that they had made the right choice. But the question was how did she decide who to approach first? From the sounds of it many of the others were already interacting. She didn't want to intrude.

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"Jay Jay, please say something. I can hear your silence over the radio and it's making me uneasy!"

Shifting in her seat on the passenger side of her own car, Jayla tucked the toe of her boot behind the hell of the opposite one, twisting her torso as to give her father her back even further, really making an effort to look out the window as the scenery passed them by.

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"Jayla... Please..."

The softer tone her father was taking with her nearly broke her heart. Despite everything the two of them had been through over the last few years, despite the fact that he had kept his identity as The Ghost Rider secret from her, only to get caught up in the thick of it all and forever changing her life as she became the second Ghost Rider, despite her wanting to spend more time with him only to get shot down because he wanted her safe, despite him having to post bail on her a handful of times for the trouble she managed to land herself in with school and illegal street racing, despite her mother being kidnapped (and possibly killed) by the Devil himself... despite everything... she still loved him. And she would always love him. She couldn't just keep ignoring him the way she had been once he had decided for her that taking her to the academy was the best thing for her. Not because he couldn't teach her about her powers himself. Not because he felt like she needed a better education. But because he felt it was the safest place for her to be.

"There's nothing to say, dad. I'm getting dropped off at the babysitters, I'm to be a good kid, and I'll see you again soon. And then maybe we could go out for ice cream."

The dry sarcasm in her voice did not go unnoticed by her father, who gave her a sideways glance before sighing. She got that from him. Most everything about her, actually, came from him, except maybe her nose. She had her mother's nose. His gut clenched at her memory. For months, now, she had been gone. Not a word from the bastard that took her and only a thin line of hope that he might return her unscathed once the job was finished.

"...you know I'm doing this for you. I can't have you out there right now. It's too risky."

"Dad! I'm cursed, same as you. I can't get hurt! This fucki-"

"Jayla! That's enough!" Her father's stern voice cut through her like wet tissue, and Jayla relaxed her tensing body back down into her leather seat, now looking forward but slouched and with her arms crossed over her chest.

"While yes, I want you safe, this is beyond that. I need your mother to remain safe, too. I can't-"

"-You can't have me fucking things up." There was a silence between the two of them. They had, had this argument plenty of times before. He thought her incapable of doing anything right. He thought her too inexperienced, too unpredictable. She was nothing but a liability and he didn't trust her - not when it came to her mother.

"I've been dealing with Mephisto for many years now-" There was a squeak from a covered cage in the back seat.

"Shut up! He wasn't talking about you!"

"-he's capable of so much. Jay Jay, I don't know what he's going to do to your mother, if he hasn't already. And I don't want to even think about it. Just trust me that I'll do this the right way and bring her back to us. After this is all over, I'll help you out, okay? But let me just do this..."

"He chose me for a reason, dad! He wants me to help you get this guy! He didn't just-"

"-he chose wrong." His words stung, and Jayla was vaguely aware of tears that were starting to prick at the corners of her eyes. As much as she hated being cursed into the Ghost Rider job, she hated not being amount to anything in her father's eyes even more.

"...he chose wrong... at this current time..." Johnny then reiterated, after realizing that he had misspoken.

"...we're here..." Jayla had no problems in changing the subject. She wasn't going to have this argument with him. Not again. She couldn't take it.

The two drove in silence as they approached the campus, the only sound being the static of the radio signal lost long ago and the occasional bump Johnny's motorcycle wheels would sound when hitting a rock or some other small debris. It was the easiest way to travel - both head up to the academy in Jayla's car with Johnny's bike being towed from behind in a small trailer, and then Johnny take the bike back, leaving Jayla her car. He had his hesitations about leaving her car to begin with, not certain if she wouldn't just take off the moment he did... he just hoped that by doing so, he was showing her that he did trust her.

The moment they were parked, Jayla got out rather hastily and slammed the door shut. Her fingers dug into her back pocket where a bent (and obviously used) packet of cigarettes resided. Pulling them out, she was quick to procure a cancer stick and perch it between her lips, lighting it with just a finger and took in the heavy smoke.

Johnny, after ensuring that the car was properly parked and off, began the process of unloading the backseat of Jayla's things and setting them to the side - a few suitcases and the covered cage where Jayla's bat had settled himself back down to sleep.

"...Do you want me to walk you in?"

"No. I've got it." she replied quickly, but made no urgent move to get going.

Sighing, and running his hand through his hair, Johnny went through the same habit of reaching to his back pocket, pulling out a cigarette, and lighting it with the tip of his finger. Although they were on opposite sides of the car and couldn't properly see one another, they both took in a drag, blew it out, and sighed.

Keeping the cigarette between his practiced lips, Johnny, after a few moments, picked up her things and carried them over to her side of the car, setting them by her feet.

"I'll be in touch as much as I can. But I need you to at least give this place a try. What- what is this? How do you plan to make a good impression like that?" With hands free, Johnny plucked the cigarette from his daughter's mouth and tossed it aside. Jayla's eyes, in that precise moment, made their Penance Stare look like a fucking joke.

"I love you, Jay Jay. This will all be over soon." He brushed away the dark hair covering one side of his daughters face and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. Jayla felt almost forced to wrap her arms around her father in a tight hug, pressing the side of her face into his chest. He was being such an ass lately, but she couldn't deny that she loved him too. But she wasn't about to say it. She was still angry...

Pulling herself away after a few moments, she wiped her sleeve across her face, collecting any stray liquid that might have escaped and snatched her keys from her father's grasp.

"Yeah... whatever." Grabbing her things, stacking the smaller suitcase on the larger one and holding the cage in the other hand, Jayla headed towards the school where she would be spending quite a bit of time, it seemed. She almost forgot to even notice that there were so many others all around her - each with their own story as to how and why they were there. She didn't know any of these people - their parents, perhaps, but only in story. And she... she was perhaps the same to them. Did anyone even know that Ghost Rider had a kid? Hell... she didn't even know herself until just recently.

God she missed living out in the country...

Phoebe looked up as someone seemed to hail her, raising an eyebrow at the albeit… hot young man, and gave a laugh at his words, accepting his hand ”That's because red heads are filled with fire, or didn't you know?” Phoebe found that the easiest way to keep things easy with guys was to just go with the flow- if she ignored them or brushed their offers aside, she found that they tried harder to gain her attention. ”I'm Phoebe, but I actually find the school interesting and a good idea. I'd certainly like to develop my powers more than I have”

Which was all she had time for, really, as Megumi punched Deon. She gave a small laugh, and a smile to the other girl, although she knew that things could go really wrong, really fast, and she didn't want to get caught in a fist fight on her first day. ”Thank you, Megumi, I can handle it from here” she said, in a cheery, almost amused voice, looking to Deon, she stepped closer to him.

Taking a moment, Phoebe slowly looked him up and down, making a small noise of appreciation. Really she thought to herself. Some people are just a work of art… yummy to look at, but that doesn't mean anything. Phoebe was no stranger to dating, although she had never taken it far. She liked guys, liked to spend time with them, but no one had really made her heart race, and it wasn't like she'd had many to choose from, back at school. Her school seemed to be predominately female, now that she came to think on it… curious. Yet she wasn't ignorant to the wiles of guys. She was well aware that her slow aLo still admiring look would inflate his already inflated ego, and give him the impression that she was interested. ”as for fun, well, we shall see… “

Which would, hopefully, distract him from Megumi.

”Impressive…” she murmured, stepping closer still to Deon, so that she was very nearly pressed against him, ”very nice, indeed” she all but purred, gazing into his eyes, for three heartbeats. Beat… she pressed against him slightly. Beat. She leaned in. Beat. She pressed her lips against his, kissing him in a rather fervent move. She kissed deeply for a heartbeat, lingering another. Before he could take control of the situation, Phoebe pulled back.

”Why, you could be fun… but you're a bit of a dick, aren't you? I think I'm going to have to pass on that, Deon” she couldn't keep the slight heat out of her voice, and she did flash him a smile, stepping back towards Megumi, ”so, super strong, huh? That's pretty cool” she said, turning back to the girl, and smiling as if nothing had happened.

_{Location: The Front Gates; The Academy.
Interacting With: Frank Sage @Simple Unicycle Light @Archmage MC Griffin @KatherinWinter}

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Sol chuckles to himself as he ruffles his hair, its usual snow white colour blackened with ash, "Disturbing the peace wasn't my intention but I'm glad I succeeded at something." Gladly answering the red-haired teen's question, the look on his face was quite the poker face, he would dare say that the guy could go up against Uncle Groot in a staring competition. It's been a few weeks since Sol last met the rest of his adopted family besides Dad and according to him the sorta-retired Guardians of the Galaxy were off somewhere near the Shi'ar home planet, he sure does miss them.. but at least Dad was on Earth with him and this is a chance for him to make some friends around his age.

"-Mr. Sun here for being a living fireball?" His train of thought was cut short by a newcomer, the same alien-looking figure from before, whose appearance would have bothered him if it weren't for his own otherworldly upbringing, "Infinity Stone not a living fireball, though I can see where you can get the impression." Glancing at the charred pavement where he landed, "Landing strategy could need some work though," he murmurs to himself before turning to the other two, "Name's Sol Quill, nice to-" Sol abruptly stopped as his arm was grabbed from behind. He would turn his head around to face what looked like a Balurrian, "Eh.. can I help you? I have to admit that I'm less familiar with Balurrian customs than I am with Earth's."

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(Not really happy with this post, but eh)

Frank's mouth quirks into a smirk, and he lets out a small snort of laughter himself. "I'm sure the scorch mark on the ground indicates otherwise. That, or you're just a show-off." During this brief communication, the gears of Frank's mind were spinning rapidly. 'Far too friendly to be working with aglets. Girl Scouts are too subtle for a brazen display of power such as this. Boy bands target females, not both genders, so they're out too. Red M&Ms focus on blue M&Ms, Burger King focuses on the slop they call food, and Walmart is focused on advertising. That's the main five out of the way... Hurm. Unsure as to affiliations at this time.'

It was at that moment that Frank felt someone tap his shoulder and say something about needles and fireballs to him. "Unsure as to why I would stick a needle in you, and no, I was not berating 'Mr. Sun' for be-EAGH!" Frank, having turned around mid-sentence to look at the person talking to him, promptly jumped back five feet upon seeing Light and took a fighting stance. 'Creature unknown, possibly from another planet. Must investigate further.' Add to that the fact that Sol mentioned that he was an Infinity Stone, and Frank's already whirring mind was going into over-overdrive. 'Living Infinity Stone. Unknown if hostile or friendly, most likely friendly based off of past interactions. Must investigate further.'

As if Frank's mind needed more things to analyze, it was then that what appeared to be a sasquatch grabbed onto Sol's arm. The red-headed conspiracy theorist's head was spinning at all these new developments in such a short amount of time. 'I am currently going to attend classes with: a living artifact older than time and space itself, a creature that is more than likely not of this world, and a creature that belongs in urban legends and horrible daytime television about monster hunters. Reality can be stranger than fiction, if it's in the mood.'

The three would probably notice the ginger boy's now quiet demeanor, a thoughtful look on his face as he stood stone still, his body still in the impromptu fighting stance he took upon seeing Light. Occasionally he would mumble something along the lines of "Finding Bigfoot", "outer space", or "Infinity Stones", as he processed these sudden facts.

So Mr. Sun was some kinda artifact thingy. Neat. Light knew someone that was bound to an item, and they were loads upon loads of fun! Though apparently Mr. Suit might be more fun to mess with, considering his over the top reaction! The appearance of Bigfoot was pretty funny too, it was a group of freaks around a scared guy in a suit! Calming down after laughing at Mr. Suit's reaction, Light moved to grab Griffin in a big hug, pulling him closer and said "Hey, uh, Bigfoot. Buddy. Pal. You really shouldn't grab that poor man's arm. Hes already freaking out and your not helping. Hold onto Mr. Sun there though, he wanted arm hugs earlier.". Smiling a toothy mischievous smile at Griffin, she held him for a bit longer before letting go, anticipating how he'd react to her touching him for an extended period.

"We should all probably settle down before we give Mr. Suit there a heart attack. My Void I wasn't expecting such a profound reaction!" Light said with glee, trying to calm a relatively calm situation down. "My name is Light. I'm from the Void. Nice place, really calm. And no, there aren't tentacles there. Some people are really into those though." Glancing at Mr. Suit, who had settled down a little and started to mumble to himself about aliens, his reality shattering, and some other weird things, and Mr. Bigfoot, she asked. "What about you two? We already know Mr. Infinity Latin sun gem guy here." finishing by pointing her thumb at Sol.

Kalinda had chosen that morning to head to the academy, reluctantly, with her mother. Things the last several months had been tense, and she was rather looking forward to time away from her mother, who had become overbearing… even since that night… Kalinda looked away from her mother, and out the window. The drive was a load of nothing, with splotches of human habitation. She sighed heavily, resting her forehead against the cool surface of the window. She didn't like to think of that night…

Emotions can drive people to act in strange and unusual ways. Love can cause you to do crazy things. Sadness can throw you into lethargy. Anger can lead you to violence. And murder. Kalinda closed her eyes tightly, wrapping her arms around her middle, her stomach hurting at the moment, the pain of that night. Her empathy… had manifested all at once… and it hadn't boded well.

Even now, months from the incident, Kalinda still couldn't remember all of that night. Except for the blood and the screams… those haunted her nights, her dreams. And her abilities were what had caused the tension between her mother and herself. Her mother wanted her to go where she had trained her empathic abilities… but kalinda didn't want to go to a different dimension. And she had heard about the Academy opening. Sequestered in her room, Kalinda hadn't trusted her mother to do what was required to get her into the school.

And so Kalinda had contacted the beneficiaries herself, once it had been announced who they were. Ultimately, that had lead to her enrolling in the school, being sent information about the school and what she needed, as well as what to expect and to be asked if she needed anything. Satisfied with that, she had told her mother. And they hadn't spoken for days. Kalinda had locked herself away, not wanting to… not wanting to hurt someone again. Yet she still felt the emotions of those around her, the sheer strength of her empathic ability tearing through her.

Even now, away from people, she could feel emotions… weak, but as they neared the school… growing stronger. She wondered if this was a mistake, and she hugged herself tighter. She'd just have to make it not a mistake. Shifting, she opened her eyes, and looked down at her gloved hands. Black leather gloves, thick enough that even with wear, there wouldn't be holes, long enough to cover her hands, wrists, and lower arms, so that no bare skin would touch another's.

Touch made things so much worse…

She looked over to her mother, and gave another soft sigh. ”Please don't leave things the way they are, mother” she said softly, ”I'm sorry, for what's happened, but… this is right for me. I'll be okay” she promised her, and when there was no response, Kalinda looked out the window again, watching the Academy draw closer and closer. When the car stopped, Kalinda looked at the gates with an increasing feeling of apprehension. She slowly got out the car, gathering her things, and looking towards the school, leaving the door open. She turned back to the car, and set her gear down, before leaning into the car and giving her mother a hug.

”Bye.. “ She said softly, picking up her things once more and heading to the gates. The press of emotions on her was daunting, but Kalinda managed to keep herself distanced for now. It wouldn’t last, she knew. For now though… she’d be okay. It was easier to let the emotions come through and sort of… have them come in then fly back out again. She slung her pack over her shoulders, and wheeled her suitcase behind her, looking about at the other students, she was afraid of approaching them… afraid of anything that might get her too close to someone else… but she’d come here for a chance, a chance at life, a chance at some semblance of normal, of control… She drew in a deep breath, and let it out again slowly.

Maybe she couldn’t do this. Maybe her mother was right… but there was no way that she was walking back to that car and letting her mother feel like she had won. So Kalinda carefully scanned the students in front of her, as she stood just inside the gates.

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“Are they going to attack me if I say hello?”

The sound of an unfamiliar voice calling out to her caught her attention, causing her to turn ever slightly to the side, though only just enough that she could glance over at the new figure from the corner of her dark eyes, the sudden appearance of the male causing the brothers beside her to shift anxiously, each of them growling gently… threateningly at the stranger as he continued to approach their mistress. The apprehension behind the guy’s actions; behind his words… it was undeniable… as clear as the sun rising in the east. He was weary of her boys; yet he still chose to approach and address her.

The man was either stupid beyond reason… or foolishly brave. Nevertheless, his actions were impressive enough to gain her attention.

“..tamaa, upendo wangu…” Her hands reaching out, Naevia once more ran her fingers lightly through the thick mains of her lion’s, causing each to almost purr contently with the action as she turned her body, this time choosing to give the guy her full attention rather than just a small piece of it- she would find out soon enough whether or not he was worth her time… and if he wasn’t; well it was then that she would choose just how to make it clear to him that he had wasted her time.

“..they will not harm unless I should voice otherwise…” Pausing a moment, she turned her gaze down to the younger of the two. Crixus. Always so impatient… so impulsive… always so willing to jump to her aid should at a moments notice, something were to happen that he didn’t like. Her boys… she could scarcely imagine her life without them, “..or should they feel my time is wasted by those… beneath me…”

Not even bothering to hide the way that her eyes glided slowly up and down his figure, she looked him over- he was dressed well enough… carried himself with an air of elitism… and had a certain charm about him… perhaps he may be worth at least a moment of her time and attention…

“..you have my ear; speak…”