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Raising an eyebrow at Charles' speech Kaylee understood his frustration. He was scheduled for a placement test as soon as Ashford returned. Ashford normally met all the students.
Aya piped up and Kaylee glanced over at the girl. Kaylee thought she saw something defiant flash through the girl's eyes earlier. Good. Something told Kaylee that Aya was going to need the defiance later. Call it a foreboding. Whatever it was Kaylee didn't like it.
"I'm not opposed to outings on your own time but keeping your word…" She looked pointedly at Aya. "...and showing up in class, no matter how monotonous is something I do expect." She pointedly looked at Charles. "I do however owe you both an apology. Mr. Gannon I apologize that your preliminary placement test was pushed back. Dean Ashford likes to administer the test and get to know his students. As you know he is currently away but will be back by the end of this week. My apologies that your classes were...boring."
Turning to Aya and pushing her sunglasses off her face up into her hair Kaylee made a much more personal apology. "I'm sorry Aya that I didn't warn you as to what was on the test. Frankly I don't know what is on it. Ashford asked for me to administer it in a specific way and without reading over it. I have no idea what you saw but I wish I had done my job and protected you from it."
A puzzled look crossed Charles, as he stared from Professor Everose to Aya and back. "Do we plan on talking about this here?” He said gesturing to the mall clerks who were obviously too bored with their own lots in life to even hide the fact that they were listening in. Probably, hoping for some small bit of excitement to tell their friends later. “I have a lot of questions regarding what you have just said though I fear the asking may raise questions none of us are prepared to answer.” His voice was direct with the slightest hint of fear. His eyes glanced back and forth at the onlookers.
So Aya was taking a test? What kind of school is this that the teachers would administer a test without knowing the contents themselves? Our powers make things potentially dangerous to others and quite likely to ourselves. A Professor admitting to a student that she was unable or unwilling to protect them from such testing suggests something else...but what?
Something small and hissing still sat in the back of Aya’s mind, its forked tongue flicking in and out, tasting Professor Everose’s reprimand, muscles coiled, curved fangs unfolding, ready to spit venom about who’d broken their word —
But then she met Aya’s eyes and offered an apology. The angry hissing thing quieted. Aya was just tired. She didn’t have it in her to be mad anymore, didn’t have the energy to carry the weight of other souls, other emotions. Aya didn’t think she could even manage her own. She felt as fragile as an apology, as hollow as a regret.
She wished she could go back to simply being a teenager at the mall, helping a new friend.
She looked away from the professor.
“He’s right,” she said softly. “We should go.” Aya couldn’t stand to be there any longer, in this exhausting moment. She stepped around the professor, not looking at either her or Charles, and began walking back towards the entrance of the mall.
Lips pressed together for a fraction of a moment Kaylee inclined her head as Aya stepped around her. "I parked out front. We can discuss your, no doubt, numerous questions there Mr. Gannon. I doubt you can be put off for the length of a car ride." She indicated for Charles to proceed before her. She raised a brow, her eyes barely discernible behind the glasses.
Aya piped up and Kaylee glanced over at the girl. Kaylee thought she saw something defiant flash through the girl's eyes earlier. Good. Something told Kaylee that Aya was going to need the defiance later. Call it a foreboding. Whatever it was Kaylee didn't like it.
"I'm not opposed to outings on your own time but keeping your word…" She looked pointedly at Aya. "...and showing up in class, no matter how monotonous is something I do expect." She pointedly looked at Charles. "I do however owe you both an apology. Mr. Gannon I apologize that your preliminary placement test was pushed back. Dean Ashford likes to administer the test and get to know his students. As you know he is currently away but will be back by the end of this week. My apologies that your classes were...boring."
Turning to Aya and pushing her sunglasses off her face up into her hair Kaylee made a much more personal apology. "I'm sorry Aya that I didn't warn you as to what was on the test. Frankly I don't know what is on it. Ashford asked for me to administer it in a specific way and without reading over it. I have no idea what you saw but I wish I had done my job and protected you from it."
A puzzled look crossed Charles, as he stared from Professor Everose to Aya and back. "Do we plan on talking about this here?” He said gesturing to the mall clerks who were obviously too bored with their own lots in life to even hide the fact that they were listening in. Probably, hoping for some small bit of excitement to tell their friends later. “I have a lot of questions regarding what you have just said though I fear the asking may raise questions none of us are prepared to answer.” His voice was direct with the slightest hint of fear. His eyes glanced back and forth at the onlookers.
So Aya was taking a test? What kind of school is this that the teachers would administer a test without knowing the contents themselves? Our powers make things potentially dangerous to others and quite likely to ourselves. A Professor admitting to a student that she was unable or unwilling to protect them from such testing suggests something else...but what?
Something small and hissing still sat in the back of Aya’s mind, its forked tongue flicking in and out, tasting Professor Everose’s reprimand, muscles coiled, curved fangs unfolding, ready to spit venom about who’d broken their word —
But then she met Aya’s eyes and offered an apology. The angry hissing thing quieted. Aya was just tired. She didn’t have it in her to be mad anymore, didn’t have the energy to carry the weight of other souls, other emotions. Aya didn’t think she could even manage her own. She felt as fragile as an apology, as hollow as a regret.
She wished she could go back to simply being a teenager at the mall, helping a new friend.
She looked away from the professor.
“He’s right,” she said softly. “We should go.” Aya couldn’t stand to be there any longer, in this exhausting moment. She stepped around the professor, not looking at either her or Charles, and began walking back towards the entrance of the mall.
Lips pressed together for a fraction of a moment Kaylee inclined her head as Aya stepped around her. "I parked out front. We can discuss your, no doubt, numerous questions there Mr. Gannon. I doubt you can be put off for the length of a car ride." She indicated for Charles to proceed before her. She raised a brow, her eyes barely discernible behind the glasses.
The mood had changed and Charles did not know what to make of it. He had been on the attack in the conversation and expected the Professor to "knock him down a peg" but instead she apologized. Then there was Aya who moments ago he thought had been happy, although given the circumstances of having been caught Charles could understand at least part of her behavior. No one liked being caught doing something they were not supposed to do. As for himself, he was as guilty as could be and could do nothing more for it.
Charles followed Aya, staying back to give her some space. It was not until they arrived at the car that he turned to her. "I hope you are not in too much trouble." Then as they got in the car. "Professor, is it common practice to let students test on their own at the school?" There was no bite in the question and not even a hint of attack in his voice. It was as if he were asking a waiter if the restaurant had Coke or Pepsi. Then in the same casual. voice. "It is just that given the nature of the school that does not seem safe for either the student or facility." He looked on, curiosity on his face.
Aya didn’t acknowledge Charles with more than a quick glance and a weak smile that didn’t meet her eyes. She sat in the back seat of the car, looking out the window as she quietly listened to her new friend. The words swirled around her - the unnamed topic of the conversation.
Starting the car Kaylee glanced over at Charles. "You said you had questions Mr. Gannon. Well now is the time to ask? Or you can ask Aya."
Moving into traffic and slowing down Kaylee tapped on the steering wheel. She waited for that shoe to drop. Someone was going to talk, and her bet was Charles.
A determined look fell on Charles' face. There were so many questions he wanted to ask and she had not answered the ones he had just presented. He gave a quick glance at Aya, she appeared resolved to a forgone conclusion. What that was, Charles had no idea, what that might be, although he was sure he did not like it.
"What is going on at the school? Are they all powered people? Where do the ones that are not mutants get their powers? Should I be more discrete with my questions? Also, why did you personally come to find us and not some truancy officer?"
Charles leaned forward, swiveling his head so as to see both Aya and the Professor and gage their reactions. He often found that body language changed the meaning of answers. Even more so when the question was avoided all together.
"Are we in danger?" He posed the question to both of them half expecting two different answers.
Blinking at the rapid fire questions Kaylee wondered how Charles breathed. She theorized through his pores. She held up six in sign language. "Define danger. I came because I can find you better than a bloodhound. Yes, be more discrete but don't not question. That varies. Juggernaut got his power from a crystal shard. Define powered. And why learning of course." Kaylee put down a finger each time she answered a question. She smirked knowing it would drive Charles crazy that she didn't expand on some things.
It was obvious to Charles that the Professor was being purposely illusive. He closed his mouth from a gape of indignation and steadied himself. She had asked for definitions and so he would give them. "Where to begin? Well I guess it would be best to start with the definitions. Danger… The possibility of suffering harm or injury... A person or thing that is likely to cause harm or injury… The possibility of something unwelcome or unpleasant. Three distinct definitions yet any could apply as my query was of a general sense. As for my interpretation of the word powered, I differ more to my abilities as I can sense things on a molecular level. There are some at the school whom do not feel like what I would associate as well...human. Do not ask me who directly as I do not know them directly. My question was more of a discovery if you were aware that the school had nonhumans or perhaps I might be mistaken. Geneology is not a strong suit of mine. I do not imagine I have to provide a direct definition of powered being given the nature of the school." Charles paused there considering his next words. A mixture of amazement and confusion shown clearly as if it encompassed his very being. He truly seemed to enjoy the puzzle before him. "I have heard of this Juggernaut although I was led to believe he was a mutant? As for the school being for learning that is all well and good, but is the intention to teach the students or study them. I apologize if I am speaking out of turn but I get the impression Aya was more being a test subject than testing on one." Charles let his words fall, he needed to see a reaction from Aya to know if he had the truth of it. The fact that everyone was choosing indirect or elusive answers made him worried he had misstepped.
Charles followed Aya, staying back to give her some space. It was not until they arrived at the car that he turned to her. "I hope you are not in too much trouble." Then as they got in the car. "Professor, is it common practice to let students test on their own at the school?" There was no bite in the question and not even a hint of attack in his voice. It was as if he were asking a waiter if the restaurant had Coke or Pepsi. Then in the same casual. voice. "It is just that given the nature of the school that does not seem safe for either the student or facility." He looked on, curiosity on his face.
Aya didn’t acknowledge Charles with more than a quick glance and a weak smile that didn’t meet her eyes. She sat in the back seat of the car, looking out the window as she quietly listened to her new friend. The words swirled around her - the unnamed topic of the conversation.
Starting the car Kaylee glanced over at Charles. "You said you had questions Mr. Gannon. Well now is the time to ask? Or you can ask Aya."
Moving into traffic and slowing down Kaylee tapped on the steering wheel. She waited for that shoe to drop. Someone was going to talk, and her bet was Charles.
A determined look fell on Charles' face. There were so many questions he wanted to ask and she had not answered the ones he had just presented. He gave a quick glance at Aya, she appeared resolved to a forgone conclusion. What that was, Charles had no idea, what that might be, although he was sure he did not like it.
"What is going on at the school? Are they all powered people? Where do the ones that are not mutants get their powers? Should I be more discrete with my questions? Also, why did you personally come to find us and not some truancy officer?"
Charles leaned forward, swiveling his head so as to see both Aya and the Professor and gage their reactions. He often found that body language changed the meaning of answers. Even more so when the question was avoided all together.
"Are we in danger?" He posed the question to both of them half expecting two different answers.
Blinking at the rapid fire questions Kaylee wondered how Charles breathed. She theorized through his pores. She held up six in sign language. "Define danger. I came because I can find you better than a bloodhound. Yes, be more discrete but don't not question. That varies. Juggernaut got his power from a crystal shard. Define powered. And why learning of course." Kaylee put down a finger each time she answered a question. She smirked knowing it would drive Charles crazy that she didn't expand on some things.
It was obvious to Charles that the Professor was being purposely illusive. He closed his mouth from a gape of indignation and steadied himself. She had asked for definitions and so he would give them. "Where to begin? Well I guess it would be best to start with the definitions. Danger… The possibility of suffering harm or injury... A person or thing that is likely to cause harm or injury… The possibility of something unwelcome or unpleasant. Three distinct definitions yet any could apply as my query was of a general sense. As for my interpretation of the word powered, I differ more to my abilities as I can sense things on a molecular level. There are some at the school whom do not feel like what I would associate as well...human. Do not ask me who directly as I do not know them directly. My question was more of a discovery if you were aware that the school had nonhumans or perhaps I might be mistaken. Geneology is not a strong suit of mine. I do not imagine I have to provide a direct definition of powered being given the nature of the school." Charles paused there considering his next words. A mixture of amazement and confusion shown clearly as if it encompassed his very being. He truly seemed to enjoy the puzzle before him. "I have heard of this Juggernaut although I was led to believe he was a mutant? As for the school being for learning that is all well and good, but is the intention to teach the students or study them. I apologize if I am speaking out of turn but I get the impression Aya was more being a test subject than testing on one." Charles let his words fall, he needed to see a reaction from Aya to know if he had the truth of it. The fact that everyone was choosing indirect or elusive answers made him worried he had misstepped.
Masking the irritation that Charles' speech conjured to the surface Kaylee let him prattle on until he was done. "Mr. Gannon let me elucidate to you that Aya’s progress is her own and it is considered the height of rudeness to question whether or not a test designed for her is an experiment. We are not your former; how should I put this, handlers? Ergo we do not experiment with our students. All basis of fact and fiction aside, don't misconstrue our objective here at the Academy. As for powered, there are plenty of ways to define that. Social, political, mutant and otherwise. Everyone within that building is in some way fitting of that title, some in more ways than one. Let's just say you can solve that mystery on your own. Now danger. We are always in danger Mr. Gannon. From the moment we are conceived till our death. Hence the definition. Currently there are multiple types of danger you are in. Danger of a car accident. Danger of becoming a casualty of a drive by shooting. Even in danger of a sneeze. So tell me which danger are you hypothetically speaking of?"
Glancing over Kaylee cocked an eyebrow at Charles prompting him to answer. She glanced in the rear view mirror to see what Aya’s expression was. Concern and self loathing welled up in Kaylee as she again turned her attention to traffic.
Aya’s eyebrows twitched as she looked out the window. The professor’s words washed over her, as they spoke in circles around each other, never actually dealing with anything. She felt frustration bubble up in her as she listened to Professor Everose speak.
‘We are always in danger.’ What an… entirely inadequate answer. It was a deflection of the actual issue, a sidestep, a philosophical sleight of hand to avoid dealing with her responsibility as their teacher to inform and protect them.
“Yes, we’re in danger.” Her voice was flat and distant. But clear. Aya didn’t look away from the window, watching office buildings flit past. “Sena Yüksel killed Professor Pierce days ago. It’s not just a school.” Finally, Aya turned her gaze to catch Professor Everose’s in the rear view mirror. “And it wasn’t just a test.”
Looking at Aya’s expression made Kaylee more than a shadow of a doubt certain that things were going on that she wasn't going to like one bit. The idea that the doctor had murdered Adam was almost unthinkable.
Unsure about even wanting to know the details of Adam's murder Kaylee asked something else. "What is in those envelopes? What did you see? I thought something was up, I was too naïve to think he wouldn't involve you kids." She slapped the steering wheel and swore viciously in her head. She felt like a player in Clue that was behind.
Glancing over Kaylee cocked an eyebrow at Charles prompting him to answer. She glanced in the rear view mirror to see what Aya’s expression was. Concern and self loathing welled up in Kaylee as she again turned her attention to traffic.
Aya’s eyebrows twitched as she looked out the window. The professor’s words washed over her, as they spoke in circles around each other, never actually dealing with anything. She felt frustration bubble up in her as she listened to Professor Everose speak.
‘We are always in danger.’ What an… entirely inadequate answer. It was a deflection of the actual issue, a sidestep, a philosophical sleight of hand to avoid dealing with her responsibility as their teacher to inform and protect them.
“Yes, we’re in danger.” Her voice was flat and distant. But clear. Aya didn’t look away from the window, watching office buildings flit past. “Sena Yüksel killed Professor Pierce days ago. It’s not just a school.” Finally, Aya turned her gaze to catch Professor Everose’s in the rear view mirror. “And it wasn’t just a test.”
Looking at Aya’s expression made Kaylee more than a shadow of a doubt certain that things were going on that she wasn't going to like one bit. The idea that the doctor had murdered Adam was almost unthinkable.
Unsure about even wanting to know the details of Adam's murder Kaylee asked something else. "What is in those envelopes? What did you see? I thought something was up, I was too naïve to think he wouldn't involve you kids." She slapped the steering wheel and swore viciously in her head. She felt like a player in Clue that was behind.
Aya held her gaze, a wave of guilt washing over her, misplaced blame for causing her teacher distress. She looked back out the window. Something in the back of her mind told her to push away the guilt, but it was like a stain that wouldn’t quite leave the fabric, mixing with patterns of frustration and hurt and exhaustion.
“The envelopes had whatever information the dean thought he was missing, but didn’t want you to have too. Professor Pierce. Avalon.” Her voice was softer, but it still carried. Her eyes flicked back to the professor’s. “Mr. St. John. It’s why he needed me.”
"I get the impression you were unaware of what has transpired. It is certainly more than I expected." Charles was visibly rattled. The question was a shot in the dark; he had meant only to gauge Aya's reaction. A loose variable, that might help him understand a little more of what she was going through. Charles understood all too well what people that felt they needed to know for the sake of discovery could do to a person; or at least he was beginning to understand. He never knew there was a difference before.
Turning to face Aya, "I do not know any of the people you spoke of but if you need someone to talk too, I am here. For that matter I do not know anyone other than you so who would I tell anyway." Pausing briefly to steady his voice. "I trust you, but I have to ask. Are you certain of what you saw?" The last word was more of a question than the question itself. "If so do you know why or who else is involved. I do not mean to pry but we need facts."
Turning back to the Professor. He shook his head as if just realising what he was doing. "Should we pull over somewhere safe or figure on talking more later? Aya has had a rough day already, apparently. It might be best to let her process it before trying to put pieces together."
He shot a look at Aya hoping she would notice. He still was not sure he could trust the Professor and tried to express that without saying it where she could hear. Still he tried to put on a brave face to reassure Aya and started to sense the molecules around them just in case.
Keeping a blank face Kaylee saw the rather obvious distrust of her flash across Charles' face. This one was getting on her nerves. Really getting on her nerves. She stayed quiet looking at Aya questioningly.
Aya’s jaw tensed for the barest of moments as she felt tensions sparking around her. She squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed at them with the heels of her palms.
She hadn’t asked for any of this to be her responsibility. Charles’ question gave her pause, though. How much of her visions could she trust? She knew almost nothing about this sudden new ability, the flashes of the past, the emotions, the lives that seemed to graft themselves onto her. Some of it had been vague - confusing. Overwhelming. But other parts… it’d been like the first time she’d entered the astral plane, an alien world of starlight and shadows. It had never been a question of how she knew to read the constellations that made up the world. She simply… did. The visions were the same, carrying a bone-deep honesty that she couldn’t explain.
Perhaps parts of them hadn’t been real. But they’d been true. And dangerous.
“I’m tired,” she finally said. “I need to sleep.” And think.
Still sensing the molecules around them, Charles held ready for anything. Oxygen to cushion them in case of a sudden stop. The metal ribbing in the tires in case he had to cause that stop. For now though he hoped that would not be necessary.
"Well Professor, I am ready to accept your apology from earlier if you are prepared to accept mine now? It would seem we have all the answers we are going to get for now." He then turned his attention to the road ahead of them. By his estimation they should be getting to the school soon.
“The envelopes had whatever information the dean thought he was missing, but didn’t want you to have too. Professor Pierce. Avalon.” Her voice was softer, but it still carried. Her eyes flicked back to the professor’s. “Mr. St. John. It’s why he needed me.”
"I get the impression you were unaware of what has transpired. It is certainly more than I expected." Charles was visibly rattled. The question was a shot in the dark; he had meant only to gauge Aya's reaction. A loose variable, that might help him understand a little more of what she was going through. Charles understood all too well what people that felt they needed to know for the sake of discovery could do to a person; or at least he was beginning to understand. He never knew there was a difference before.
Turning to face Aya, "I do not know any of the people you spoke of but if you need someone to talk too, I am here. For that matter I do not know anyone other than you so who would I tell anyway." Pausing briefly to steady his voice. "I trust you, but I have to ask. Are you certain of what you saw?" The last word was more of a question than the question itself. "If so do you know why or who else is involved. I do not mean to pry but we need facts."
Turning back to the Professor. He shook his head as if just realising what he was doing. "Should we pull over somewhere safe or figure on talking more later? Aya has had a rough day already, apparently. It might be best to let her process it before trying to put pieces together."
He shot a look at Aya hoping she would notice. He still was not sure he could trust the Professor and tried to express that without saying it where she could hear. Still he tried to put on a brave face to reassure Aya and started to sense the molecules around them just in case.
Keeping a blank face Kaylee saw the rather obvious distrust of her flash across Charles' face. This one was getting on her nerves. Really getting on her nerves. She stayed quiet looking at Aya questioningly.
Aya’s jaw tensed for the barest of moments as she felt tensions sparking around her. She squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed at them with the heels of her palms.
She hadn’t asked for any of this to be her responsibility. Charles’ question gave her pause, though. How much of her visions could she trust? She knew almost nothing about this sudden new ability, the flashes of the past, the emotions, the lives that seemed to graft themselves onto her. Some of it had been vague - confusing. Overwhelming. But other parts… it’d been like the first time she’d entered the astral plane, an alien world of starlight and shadows. It had never been a question of how she knew to read the constellations that made up the world. She simply… did. The visions were the same, carrying a bone-deep honesty that she couldn’t explain.
Perhaps parts of them hadn’t been real. But they’d been true. And dangerous.
“I’m tired,” she finally said. “I need to sleep.” And think.
Still sensing the molecules around them, Charles held ready for anything. Oxygen to cushion them in case of a sudden stop. The metal ribbing in the tires in case he had to cause that stop. For now though he hoped that would not be necessary.
"Well Professor, I am ready to accept your apology from earlier if you are prepared to accept mine now? It would seem we have all the answers we are going to get for now." He then turned his attention to the road ahead of them. By his estimation they should be getting to the school soon.
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CHAPTER 2
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- EVENING - SUNDAY - WARM & CLEAR - AFTER 5PM
Classes and training continue on schedule at Ashford Institute and there is generally a feeling of calm and security across the campus. Things feel normal, to the relief of many, and the Institute feels much like a regular school amid fall semester. The events of the previous Friday night seem to have long passed from discussion and Dr. Ashford has returned from his business trip. Much like before, he has been somewhat reclusive in the days following his arrival back in Los Angeles, but rumors continue:
It has been over a week since anyone has seen or heard from AD and Professor, Adam Pierce. While casually, most believe he took an extended vacation others are more skeptical: Pierce was never a man for long holidays. His office remains untouched since he was last seen and the continued substitution of his position by others seems awkward and wholly unexpected for a planned absence. Also, and much more nebulous is growing talk that Kaylee Everose has lost her status as Education Director following an incident with a student, but no one among the student body knows for certain.
Apropos, a new face has also been spotted repeatedly around campus apparently getting acquainted and leading others to speculate that Pierce was terminated on the spot and not allowed to return. Tall and wiry, the newcomer is clearly too old to be a student and looks to be about the same age as the rest of the professorial staff. There is a slightly bizarre air of enthusiasm about the man, but he has yet to be formally introduced in any capacity.
Along with this new arrival comes word of a growing push for mutant registration in North America. While the subject has never been broached officially by the staff there does seem to be popular momentum for it in other parts of the world, particularly Europe. Those closest to Dean Ashford believe that he has often been against registration or at the very least, forced registration by the state preferring to keep the activities of the Institute away from the prying eyes of governments as much as possible.
Among our small group, there has no doubt been a measurable increase in both control and spectrum of mutant abilities. This may have come from time in the Danger Room, a particularly difficult assignment, diligence in training or even a chance encounter. Consider this in your interactions along with the points above.
It has been over a week since anyone has seen or heard from AD and Professor, Adam Pierce. While casually, most believe he took an extended vacation others are more skeptical: Pierce was never a man for long holidays. His office remains untouched since he was last seen and the continued substitution of his position by others seems awkward and wholly unexpected for a planned absence. Also, and much more nebulous is growing talk that Kaylee Everose has lost her status as Education Director following an incident with a student, but no one among the student body knows for certain.
Apropos, a new face has also been spotted repeatedly around campus apparently getting acquainted and leading others to speculate that Pierce was terminated on the spot and not allowed to return. Tall and wiry, the newcomer is clearly too old to be a student and looks to be about the same age as the rest of the professorial staff. There is a slightly bizarre air of enthusiasm about the man, but he has yet to be formally introduced in any capacity.
Along with this new arrival comes word of a growing push for mutant registration in North America. While the subject has never been broached officially by the staff there does seem to be popular momentum for it in other parts of the world, particularly Europe. Those closest to Dean Ashford believe that he has often been against registration or at the very least, forced registration by the state preferring to keep the activities of the Institute away from the prying eyes of governments as much as possible.
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Among our small group, there has no doubt been a measurable increase in both control and spectrum of mutant abilities. This may have come from time in the Danger Room, a particularly difficult assignment, diligence in training or even a chance encounter. Consider this in your interactions along with the points above.
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This a Special Global News Report on Mutants
Hello I’m Michael Davrom for Global News. With most of Europe and the rest of the world taking action and vying to proceed with a Mutant Registration Initiative, eyes are turning to the United States.
The United States has yet to officially propose a Mutant Registration Bill, although some are already calling for just that. Also in related news the Olympic Committee has recently decided to test for the X gene in order to ensure “fair play” in Events, and this has this reporter thinking. “Fair Play” those two little words with so much meaning. So I went about talking with Major Corporations as well as several Senators with mixed reactions. No one wanted to go on record with any official statement, implying that this too volatile a situation for direct comment. Though the sentiment was very similar across the board. With many Corporate Leaders saying something along the lines of; “Of course I would hire Mutants some of them would greatly improve production. Besides I wouldn’t want to be in competition with them.” It has already become apparent that the working class is afraid for their jobs citing that “I do the job fine without powers, but I can’t compete with Mutants and their powers.”
This is not like we are just talking about really good athletes. Some of these mutants have quite extraordinary abilities. I am not denying that. Is it fair? I don’t know. This is a situation where if there are to be sides you must first pick one or the other before justifying it. I am pretty sure most people will tell you that they personally have the right to employment, but does this extend to mutants? These aren’t foreigners coming after your jobs. Mutants are in some cases your childhood friends, your neighbors, wives or husbands. Some can be dangerous but it doesn’t take powers to be dangerous.
I mentioned earlier in this broadcast that I had approached Senators. They seemed split or afraid to even approach the subject at this point but most agreed with the rest of the world looking at us it is only a matter of time before the American people call out for some form of official stance.
The United States has yet to officially propose a Mutant Registration Bill, although some are already calling for just that. Also in related news the Olympic Committee has recently decided to test for the X gene in order to ensure “fair play” in Events, and this has this reporter thinking. “Fair Play” those two little words with so much meaning. So I went about talking with Major Corporations as well as several Senators with mixed reactions. No one wanted to go on record with any official statement, implying that this too volatile a situation for direct comment. Though the sentiment was very similar across the board. With many Corporate Leaders saying something along the lines of; “Of course I would hire Mutants some of them would greatly improve production. Besides I wouldn’t want to be in competition with them.” It has already become apparent that the working class is afraid for their jobs citing that “I do the job fine without powers, but I can’t compete with Mutants and their powers.”
This is not like we are just talking about really good athletes. Some of these mutants have quite extraordinary abilities. I am not denying that. Is it fair? I don’t know. This is a situation where if there are to be sides you must first pick one or the other before justifying it. I am pretty sure most people will tell you that they personally have the right to employment, but does this extend to mutants? These aren’t foreigners coming after your jobs. Mutants are in some cases your childhood friends, your neighbors, wives or husbands. Some can be dangerous but it doesn’t take powers to be dangerous.
I mentioned earlier in this broadcast that I had approached Senators. They seemed split or afraid to even approach the subject at this point but most agreed with the rest of the world looking at us it is only a matter of time before the American people call out for some form of official stance.
Chev The Pecking Order
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Ashford Institute for the Gifted
Interaction: @Fallenreaper
Daniela had been busy in the kitchen and finally looked upon her masterpiece with a mixture of pride and sadness. The pride came from the fact that it looked as if this was quite possibly the best looking and smelling of her recent culinary creations. The feeling of sadness that was now tinged with regret was that this, quite possibly her greatest culinary creation was going to be going to the person she had been forced to zap into unconsciousness back in the danger room.
Her thoughts once again went back to Veronica and she winced after a moment as she remembered how light and seemingly frail the young woman had seemed. That thought was followed by how annoying and cranky she always seemed to be and she looked down at her masterpiece once again and for a moment she wondered why in the hell she was trying to cook something for her. The woman was bitchy as all hell and she had been one of the few people Daniela had snapped at since she had gotten here.
She may not know all of our stories...but we don't know her story. And if she tries to throw this away or act bitchy about it, she is going to end up taking a very long Zappy nap. She decided after a moment as she grabbed the large container of Biscuits and Gravy and walked out of the cafeteria. She noticed a few of the other students giving her somewhat odd looks as she walked though the hallways towards the dorm rooms. She figured it was because of her recent foray in the Danger Room. A few times she thought she had overheard people talking about the mechanical terror she affectionately called "Snoopy" but that could just be her imagination on that part. As crazy as it seemed, a small part of her wished she could have another round against Snoopy. Just to test her skills.
Or maybe try and take a photo with it.
She was lost enough in her thoughts that she barely realized that she was outside Ronnie's dorm room and she narrowed her eyes as she knocked. "Veronnnnnnica! I know your in there..." She called out cheerfully. "I have something for you! Answer the door or the next time I see you I'll put you to sleep with another Zappy nap!"
Interaction: @Fallenreaper
Daniela had been busy in the kitchen and finally looked upon her masterpiece with a mixture of pride and sadness. The pride came from the fact that it looked as if this was quite possibly the best looking and smelling of her recent culinary creations. The feeling of sadness that was now tinged with regret was that this, quite possibly her greatest culinary creation was going to be going to the person she had been forced to zap into unconsciousness back in the danger room.
Her thoughts once again went back to Veronica and she winced after a moment as she remembered how light and seemingly frail the young woman had seemed. That thought was followed by how annoying and cranky she always seemed to be and she looked down at her masterpiece once again and for a moment she wondered why in the hell she was trying to cook something for her. The woman was bitchy as all hell and she had been one of the few people Daniela had snapped at since she had gotten here.
She may not know all of our stories...but we don't know her story. And if she tries to throw this away or act bitchy about it, she is going to end up taking a very long Zappy nap. She decided after a moment as she grabbed the large container of Biscuits and Gravy and walked out of the cafeteria. She noticed a few of the other students giving her somewhat odd looks as she walked though the hallways towards the dorm rooms. She figured it was because of her recent foray in the Danger Room. A few times she thought she had overheard people talking about the mechanical terror she affectionately called "Snoopy" but that could just be her imagination on that part. As crazy as it seemed, a small part of her wished she could have another round against Snoopy. Just to test her skills.
Or maybe try and take a photo with it.
She was lost enough in her thoughts that she barely realized that she was outside Ronnie's dorm room and she narrowed her eyes as she knocked. "Veronnnnnnica! I know your in there..." She called out cheerfully. "I have something for you! Answer the door or the next time I see you I'll put you to sleep with another Zappy nap!"
c3p-0h unending foolery
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Collaboration with @Almalthia & @c3p-0h
Uná walked into her dorm room and sat down at her desk. Pulling out the card she turned it over in her hands. Opening the drawer she pulled out the device that Sena had given her. She was going to see Jasper to see if, by some fluke, Jasper could get into it. Tilting her head back Uná blowing out her breath in a sigh.
Meanwhile, Aya walked down from the other end of the hallway. She rubbed at her neck, stiff from hours spent bent over, writing in her notebook. She flexed her hand, wincing slightly at the cramp. No one had seen much of Aya the past few days, other than class time. Any break she had was spent in the library, researching, writing, fretting over the knowledge she had been unwillingly made responsible for.
But knowledge was useless if she did nothing with it.
Aya bit at her lip as she approached her door. She was tired, barely eating, and in over her head. And still, the world around her spun on its axis, as if nothing was amiss. No one seemed to care about the AD’s disappearance. Sena Yüksel still walked the grounds like she belonged. Uná hadn’t had any more incidents. And shame still filled Aya whenever she caught sight of the security guard, Mr. St. John.
The only thing different seemed to be the abrupt end to her one on one tutoring sessions with Professor Everose. This, at least, she understood.
Aya opened the door to her room to see Uná already there. She made her way to her bed and collapsed in it.
Uná looked over as the door opened and Aya flopped down on her bed. She looks really pale and I think she's lost weight. I promised this was a safe space and that I wouldn't press her, but I'm worried.
Turning all the way around to face her friend Uná gave Aya a worried look. "I know I said I wouldn't push but something feels like it's bothering you? Maybe? I mean I notice things and you look paler and thinner. Are you eating and getting outside for more than five minutes a week? I'm just worried. We could have Dr. Sena take a look and see if she recommends some over the counter vitamins or something. She's pretty cool."
Aya breathed a sigh, ready to wave her roommate off with a tired excuse and a guilty conscience. Her eyes snapped open though when she heard the doctor’s name. Suddenly awake, Aya sat up in bed and looked at Unà.
“Dr. Sena?”
Uná nodded. "Yeah. Her last name is complicated and actually pretty cool sounding when she says it. I haven’t yet mastered it. It's better than Dr. Y. That sounds silly. I officially met her on Wednesday. She works with the Dean. Speaking of the Dean, Professor Everose got into some sort of trouble. Rumor has it that she was unprofessional with a student. I don't believe that drivel for a minute. What do you think actually happened?" Uná tilted her head thinking and tapped her chin with the card Sena had given her.
Aya’s mind spun as she spoke. She pressed her lips together, not knowing where to even begin.
Meanwhile, Aya walked down from the other end of the hallway. She rubbed at her neck, stiff from hours spent bent over, writing in her notebook. She flexed her hand, wincing slightly at the cramp. No one had seen much of Aya the past few days, other than class time. Any break she had was spent in the library, researching, writing, fretting over the knowledge she had been unwillingly made responsible for.
But knowledge was useless if she did nothing with it.
Aya bit at her lip as she approached her door. She was tired, barely eating, and in over her head. And still, the world around her spun on its axis, as if nothing was amiss. No one seemed to care about the AD’s disappearance. Sena Yüksel still walked the grounds like she belonged. Uná hadn’t had any more incidents. And shame still filled Aya whenever she caught sight of the security guard, Mr. St. John.
The only thing different seemed to be the abrupt end to her one on one tutoring sessions with Professor Everose. This, at least, she understood.
Aya opened the door to her room to see Uná already there. She made her way to her bed and collapsed in it.
Uná looked over as the door opened and Aya flopped down on her bed. She looks really pale and I think she's lost weight. I promised this was a safe space and that I wouldn't press her, but I'm worried.
Turning all the way around to face her friend Uná gave Aya a worried look. "I know I said I wouldn't push but something feels like it's bothering you? Maybe? I mean I notice things and you look paler and thinner. Are you eating and getting outside for more than five minutes a week? I'm just worried. We could have Dr. Sena take a look and see if she recommends some over the counter vitamins or something. She's pretty cool."
Aya breathed a sigh, ready to wave her roommate off with a tired excuse and a guilty conscience. Her eyes snapped open though when she heard the doctor’s name. Suddenly awake, Aya sat up in bed and looked at Unà.
“Dr. Sena?”
Uná nodded. "Yeah. Her last name is complicated and actually pretty cool sounding when she says it. I haven’t yet mastered it. It's better than Dr. Y. That sounds silly. I officially met her on Wednesday. She works with the Dean. Speaking of the Dean, Professor Everose got into some sort of trouble. Rumor has it that she was unprofessional with a student. I don't believe that drivel for a minute. What do you think actually happened?" Uná tilted her head thinking and tapped her chin with the card Sena had given her.
Aya’s mind spun as she spoke. She pressed her lips together, not knowing where to even begin.
“Uná,” she started, voice low and serious. “I… I need you to trust me. Dr. Sena is dangerous.”
Uná took in the serious gaze of her best friend. "I trust you. Is something going on that I should know about Aya?" Uná looked concerned and serious.
So much. Aya rubbed at her eyes. She took in a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again to look across the room at Uná, she was still torn. “My-” She cut herself off. Tried again.
“I’ve… never fully explained what I can do, yet. It’s complicated. And it keeps… evolving in ways I don’t know how to predict. But essentially, it’s…” Aya’s heart rate spiked, the words precarious on her tongue. It was small and petty, and she was well past the point of denial.
But saying it - explaining it - admitting it - only made it all the more real. It was a threshold she’d never had the guts to cross.
"Freaking terrifying?" Uná nodded. "I mean it must be if you don't talk about it. Don't talk about it and it's not there. Like when you were little and scared of monsters under the bed. Don't talk about them and they're not real. If the world was that simple."
Uná smiled sadly. "Trust me I get it. I don't want to be a mutant. I want to be some long lost princess. But what girl doesn't? But I'm a mutant. Orphan mutant that was adopted by a great couple but I'm still a mutant. I accept that. You did too. Neither of us really wants to use our powers but we have to learn to control them, or they control us. I'm not happy with that outcome."
Aya looked at Uná, long and quiet.
“Uná, the monsters aren’t under the bed anymore. I’ve seen them. Dr. Sena is one of them. Don’t trust her, and please don’t be alone with her.”
Aya knows something. Something really frightening. Uná swallowed. But why isn't she telling you what she knows? She blinked. What was that?
A little panicked at the waring thoughts in her head Uná pushed it to the side for now. "I'll be careful. I mean it'd be weird if you don't like her and you say she's dangerous. It's just… well she agreed with me about the meds that the Dean had me on. Said not to take them, that I can learn to control my powers myself. Maybe that was a ruse? I'm confused but if you say she's dangerous then I trust you."
Aya opened her mouth to respond, but then she froze. Her mind caught up to what Uná said.
“The dean’s been making you take medication? For your powers?”
Uná nodded. "It was before Sally got transferred just after that fight with Isaac and meeting Nathan. Almost right after that. Pretty close to when I first started school here. It helped me control them while awake. It was fine until..." She shrugged after thinking for a few seconds. "Well I can't entirely remember but something went wrong and they didn't seem to be as effective."
Aya’s heartbeat seemed to be the only thing she could hear.
“They haven’t worked since that night at the club. Since Avalon. Right?” The night was still a misty blur, but still, Aya knew that it’d been a starting point for this new danger that slowly crept its way around them. The Sluagh. Her vision. The climbing buzz of tension she felt between the realms.
Uná looked surprised. "Was I that obvious? Oh no! Did I have a dream about something personal?!" She was bright red and a bit horrified if that was the case. "Please don't tell me I dreamt about Nik and you were ringside seat for the fantasy!"
Aya blinked, then let out a sharp, startled laugh. She clapped a hand over her mouth, shoulders still trembling, and eyes full of light for the first time in days. She shook her head, quickly calming. “No, nothing like that.” Her smile started to fade. “It’s… the club changed things, and-” Aya pressed her lips together. “I… I don’t even know where to start.” She dropped her face to her hands to rub at her tired eyes.
“Uná, I have so many secrets that aren’t mine to carry. I don’t know who to go to, or if it’s even safe -” She looked back up at her roommate. “I know things that are dangerous in ways I don’t even understand yet. And if I tell someone - if I tell you - I don’t know what will happen.” Her voice started to tremble. Heat pooled behind her eyes. “But I don’t think I can go to Professor Everose, or the dean, because it’s - I’ve tried. And I-” The burn of her ‘test’ still ate at her, a consuming ache at being used and hurt and failed by her teachers. Tears were hot as they ran down Aya’s face.
“I don’t know what to do.”
Uná took in the serious gaze of her best friend. "I trust you. Is something going on that I should know about Aya?" Uná looked concerned and serious.
So much. Aya rubbed at her eyes. She took in a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again to look across the room at Uná, she was still torn. “My-” She cut herself off. Tried again.
“I’ve… never fully explained what I can do, yet. It’s complicated. And it keeps… evolving in ways I don’t know how to predict. But essentially, it’s…” Aya’s heart rate spiked, the words precarious on her tongue. It was small and petty, and she was well past the point of denial.
But saying it - explaining it - admitting it - only made it all the more real. It was a threshold she’d never had the guts to cross.
"Freaking terrifying?" Uná nodded. "I mean it must be if you don't talk about it. Don't talk about it and it's not there. Like when you were little and scared of monsters under the bed. Don't talk about them and they're not real. If the world was that simple."
Uná smiled sadly. "Trust me I get it. I don't want to be a mutant. I want to be some long lost princess. But what girl doesn't? But I'm a mutant. Orphan mutant that was adopted by a great couple but I'm still a mutant. I accept that. You did too. Neither of us really wants to use our powers but we have to learn to control them, or they control us. I'm not happy with that outcome."
Aya looked at Uná, long and quiet.
“Uná, the monsters aren’t under the bed anymore. I’ve seen them. Dr. Sena is one of them. Don’t trust her, and please don’t be alone with her.”
Aya knows something. Something really frightening. Uná swallowed. But why isn't she telling you what she knows? She blinked. What was that?
A little panicked at the waring thoughts in her head Uná pushed it to the side for now. "I'll be careful. I mean it'd be weird if you don't like her and you say she's dangerous. It's just… well she agreed with me about the meds that the Dean had me on. Said not to take them, that I can learn to control my powers myself. Maybe that was a ruse? I'm confused but if you say she's dangerous then I trust you."
Aya opened her mouth to respond, but then she froze. Her mind caught up to what Uná said.
“The dean’s been making you take medication? For your powers?”
Uná nodded. "It was before Sally got transferred just after that fight with Isaac and meeting Nathan. Almost right after that. Pretty close to when I first started school here. It helped me control them while awake. It was fine until..." She shrugged after thinking for a few seconds. "Well I can't entirely remember but something went wrong and they didn't seem to be as effective."
Aya’s heartbeat seemed to be the only thing she could hear.
“They haven’t worked since that night at the club. Since Avalon. Right?” The night was still a misty blur, but still, Aya knew that it’d been a starting point for this new danger that slowly crept its way around them. The Sluagh. Her vision. The climbing buzz of tension she felt between the realms.
Uná looked surprised. "Was I that obvious? Oh no! Did I have a dream about something personal?!" She was bright red and a bit horrified if that was the case. "Please don't tell me I dreamt about Nik and you were ringside seat for the fantasy!"
Aya blinked, then let out a sharp, startled laugh. She clapped a hand over her mouth, shoulders still trembling, and eyes full of light for the first time in days. She shook her head, quickly calming. “No, nothing like that.” Her smile started to fade. “It’s… the club changed things, and-” Aya pressed her lips together. “I… I don’t even know where to start.” She dropped her face to her hands to rub at her tired eyes.
“Uná, I have so many secrets that aren’t mine to carry. I don’t know who to go to, or if it’s even safe -” She looked back up at her roommate. “I know things that are dangerous in ways I don’t even understand yet. And if I tell someone - if I tell you - I don’t know what will happen.” Her voice started to tremble. Heat pooled behind her eyes. “But I don’t think I can go to Professor Everose, or the dean, because it’s - I’ve tried. And I-” The burn of her ‘test’ still ate at her, a consuming ache at being used and hurt and failed by her teachers. Tears were hot as they ran down Aya’s face.
“I don’t know what to do.”
As Aya’s words started to falter then she started to cry, Uná sat on her best friend's bed and hugged her. "I'm not sure what's going on but if you can't tell Everose or the Dean or me then maybe you can tell Nik or … no Cleo is scared of me. Mr. St. John? Or even one of the new people? Heidi is a good listener. Just don't pick Veronica. She's mean. That girl needs to get laid and chill out. Or have a good cry and get over it.”
Uná reached over for a few tissues and handed them to Aya. Wiping Aya’s face free of hair and cuddling. "I don't know what is wrong but I think we can fix it. There's no problem with no solution."
The familiar swell of shame rose in Aya’s chest at the security guard’s name. Aya didn’t know that she’d be able to face him after intruding into his past. But… maybe he was an idea.
Leaning into Uná’s hug, Aya sniffled. She was a good friend - maybe the best Aya’d ever had. She’d never really had more than acquaintances her entire life, consumed as it was with taking care of her father.
“Thank you,” she said, so soft it was almost a whisper. They sat like that for a long moment. Then, Aya found the courage to speak again. “There are… monsters out there. People. Agendas. I don’t know how much is safe to tell you. But there are things coming after you. I need you to be careful with who you trust… and what you think you know. The dean… I think he has some kind of power over our memories. I had nightmares after the club - vivid ones. The night after I woke up crying. But now there’s - it’s like I can only get flashes of what happened, nothing solid. I thought it was just trauma, but I don’t think it is anymore. Dr. Sena is dangerous… but I don’t know if we’re safe with the dean, either.”
Uná had a shiver run down her spine and a sense of foreboding filled her thoughts. "Yeah I'm scared now. If it's this dangerous you should tell St. John. He's security so he should probably know. I won't ask what the issue is with Everose but if you think we can't trust her either that doesn't leave many options. I think Tabby has connections to the X-Men. The tech guy… what's his name? Surge? No. But he works on the danger room programs. Maybe Tabby can see if he can … I don't know, talk to someone? I'm reaching here. Whatever. I support you all the way."
Aya stared at the carpet as she listened to Uná list options. She remembered the burning, inhuman rage she’d felt in St. John. It had consumed him. For all Aya knew, he was one of the monsters, too. Professor Everose wasn’t dangerous, but Aya didn’t trust her to protect them - not anymore. The rest…
She sighed, still leaning into the warmth of Uná’s hug. She wiped at a stray tear.
I want to tell you.
But something stopped her - it hissed threats behind the white mist of her memories. Her eyebrows pulled together, as her frustration spiked. What had it been? If she could just remember why she couldn’t tell Uná, then maybe…
Aya slumped in defeat. She had to do something. Who knew how much time she’d already wasted, fretting and researching? Maybe telling someone else really was the answer. But the last time she’d done that, it’d lead to her ‘test’. Her only other option was…
Going back to the Astral Plane herself.
Aya hadn’t used her power since Wednesday. She’d been too much of a coward. She pressed her lips together again, warring with herself.
“I want to tell you what I can do.” She was terrified, actually. But she wanted to give her friend something.
Uná nodded and waited. No pushing Aya has to tell in her own time.
Aya took in a deep breath, trying to figure out how to even start.
“It’s… similar to Professor Everose’s, actually. It’s why I had tutoring with her instead of going to the Danger Room.” Aya swallowed, her throat dry. “Ours isn’t the only plane of existence. I thought there were only two, but I’m… I’m not really sure. It feels like there are more, and there’s a realm that runs between planes, like a boundary. We call it the Astral Plane. I’m… I guess you could say I’m attuned to it. I can go back and forth to it, or sense activity from it… even get visions from it, if I concentrate.” Aya pushed down the memories of the ‘test’, trying to breathe. “It’s how I entered your dreams, the night of the club. I didn’t know I could do that until just then, actually.”
Uná blinked. "Sounds like surfing only cooler and way more complicated. I don’t remember you being in my dreams but I know you told me about it. That's way cooler than just dream walking."
Uná looked concerned. "Is it safe? Can you get lost in someone's dreams? If they wake up do you stay in their head? Dream walking and Astral surfing. That is really something."
Aya stared at the plain carpet of their tiny room, eyes distant.
“I don’t understand much about dreams yet,” she said softly. “But my power has risks. If I take someone with me, they could be left there. Or when I have visions… it’s like the boundaries between souls there are less exact. Permeable. It’s easy to lose myself. And then there are the other realms.” The only clear memory she had of that night was of the Sluagh plunging its clawed hand deep into her chest. “Things that know how to go back and forth like I do - they can hurt me.”
"Wow. That is… wow. That's a lot. I bet the Astral Plane has different rules than here too. Is there like - I don’t know - a rulebook? Or a set of laws maybe?" At first Uná was speechless. Then in true Uná form she started asking questions.
Aya shrugged. “We never really got that far in our lessons.” There was a wry bend to her voice. “I’m lucky I can even manage to stay standing when I go there. I used to just go limp.”
Uná bit her lip. "How are you going to exercise your abilities if you don't have the rulebook? Think we can get into Everose's office and search it?"
Aya let out a quiet huff that might’ve been a laugh. “I don’t think we need to resort to B&E just yet.”
How was she going to figure out her powers, though? Did she even want to? But even as she questioned it, Aya knew she didn’t have a choice anymore. For her friend’s sake.
“I’ll… I’ll figure it out. Somehow.”
"Yeah and I'll be right there with you. Just try and stop me." Uná smirked. "I think you should talk to someone you can tell everything to without fear of their safety. Besides that you know what I heard? I heard that Jasper can charge your phone and this I have to see. I forgot to bring my adapter for my iPod so I was going to see if she could. My parents are sending it but I want to use it in between now and then. It gives you the perfect reason to be away."
Aya smiled at Uná’s rambling, taking comfort in it. For a while, they were just two friends at boarding school together, chatting and laughing. The girls sat on the bed together until it was time to go.
Uná reached over for a few tissues and handed them to Aya. Wiping Aya’s face free of hair and cuddling. "I don't know what is wrong but I think we can fix it. There's no problem with no solution."
The familiar swell of shame rose in Aya’s chest at the security guard’s name. Aya didn’t know that she’d be able to face him after intruding into his past. But… maybe he was an idea.
Leaning into Uná’s hug, Aya sniffled. She was a good friend - maybe the best Aya’d ever had. She’d never really had more than acquaintances her entire life, consumed as it was with taking care of her father.
“Thank you,” she said, so soft it was almost a whisper. They sat like that for a long moment. Then, Aya found the courage to speak again. “There are… monsters out there. People. Agendas. I don’t know how much is safe to tell you. But there are things coming after you. I need you to be careful with who you trust… and what you think you know. The dean… I think he has some kind of power over our memories. I had nightmares after the club - vivid ones. The night after I woke up crying. But now there’s - it’s like I can only get flashes of what happened, nothing solid. I thought it was just trauma, but I don’t think it is anymore. Dr. Sena is dangerous… but I don’t know if we’re safe with the dean, either.”
Uná had a shiver run down her spine and a sense of foreboding filled her thoughts. "Yeah I'm scared now. If it's this dangerous you should tell St. John. He's security so he should probably know. I won't ask what the issue is with Everose but if you think we can't trust her either that doesn't leave many options. I think Tabby has connections to the X-Men. The tech guy… what's his name? Surge? No. But he works on the danger room programs. Maybe Tabby can see if he can … I don't know, talk to someone? I'm reaching here. Whatever. I support you all the way."
Aya stared at the carpet as she listened to Uná list options. She remembered the burning, inhuman rage she’d felt in St. John. It had consumed him. For all Aya knew, he was one of the monsters, too. Professor Everose wasn’t dangerous, but Aya didn’t trust her to protect them - not anymore. The rest…
She sighed, still leaning into the warmth of Uná’s hug. She wiped at a stray tear.
I want to tell you.
But something stopped her - it hissed threats behind the white mist of her memories. Her eyebrows pulled together, as her frustration spiked. What had it been? If she could just remember why she couldn’t tell Uná, then maybe…
Aya slumped in defeat. She had to do something. Who knew how much time she’d already wasted, fretting and researching? Maybe telling someone else really was the answer. But the last time she’d done that, it’d lead to her ‘test’. Her only other option was…
Going back to the Astral Plane herself.
Aya hadn’t used her power since Wednesday. She’d been too much of a coward. She pressed her lips together again, warring with herself.
“I want to tell you what I can do.” She was terrified, actually. But she wanted to give her friend something.
Uná nodded and waited. No pushing Aya has to tell in her own time.
Aya took in a deep breath, trying to figure out how to even start.
“It’s… similar to Professor Everose’s, actually. It’s why I had tutoring with her instead of going to the Danger Room.” Aya swallowed, her throat dry. “Ours isn’t the only plane of existence. I thought there were only two, but I’m… I’m not really sure. It feels like there are more, and there’s a realm that runs between planes, like a boundary. We call it the Astral Plane. I’m… I guess you could say I’m attuned to it. I can go back and forth to it, or sense activity from it… even get visions from it, if I concentrate.” Aya pushed down the memories of the ‘test’, trying to breathe. “It’s how I entered your dreams, the night of the club. I didn’t know I could do that until just then, actually.”
Uná blinked. "Sounds like surfing only cooler and way more complicated. I don’t remember you being in my dreams but I know you told me about it. That's way cooler than just dream walking."
Uná looked concerned. "Is it safe? Can you get lost in someone's dreams? If they wake up do you stay in their head? Dream walking and Astral surfing. That is really something."
Aya stared at the plain carpet of their tiny room, eyes distant.
“I don’t understand much about dreams yet,” she said softly. “But my power has risks. If I take someone with me, they could be left there. Or when I have visions… it’s like the boundaries between souls there are less exact. Permeable. It’s easy to lose myself. And then there are the other realms.” The only clear memory she had of that night was of the Sluagh plunging its clawed hand deep into her chest. “Things that know how to go back and forth like I do - they can hurt me.”
"Wow. That is… wow. That's a lot. I bet the Astral Plane has different rules than here too. Is there like - I don’t know - a rulebook? Or a set of laws maybe?" At first Uná was speechless. Then in true Uná form she started asking questions.
Aya shrugged. “We never really got that far in our lessons.” There was a wry bend to her voice. “I’m lucky I can even manage to stay standing when I go there. I used to just go limp.”
Uná bit her lip. "How are you going to exercise your abilities if you don't have the rulebook? Think we can get into Everose's office and search it?"
Aya let out a quiet huff that might’ve been a laugh. “I don’t think we need to resort to B&E just yet.”
How was she going to figure out her powers, though? Did she even want to? But even as she questioned it, Aya knew she didn’t have a choice anymore. For her friend’s sake.
“I’ll… I’ll figure it out. Somehow.”
"Yeah and I'll be right there with you. Just try and stop me." Uná smirked. "I think you should talk to someone you can tell everything to without fear of their safety. Besides that you know what I heard? I heard that Jasper can charge your phone and this I have to see. I forgot to bring my adapter for my iPod so I was going to see if she could. My parents are sending it but I want to use it in between now and then. It gives you the perfect reason to be away."
Aya smiled at Uná’s rambling, taking comfort in it. For a while, they were just two friends at boarding school together, chatting and laughing. The girls sat on the bed together until it was time to go.
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Sunday, 5 pm | Girls Dorms
Ronnie’s chest rose then fell. The pace drifted into a rhythmic then meditative state. She closed her eyes while she focused on her pulse. A steady and loud sound echoed in her thoughts as it drowned out everything. All the students chatter in the hallways and outside her window settled into the background. Gradually, it faded until she didn’t notice it. Not easy for her mind which preferred to stay alert to her surroundings. Despite the added distraction, classes were closed on the weekend and extra circular activities ceased after four am. A distant holler from the football field broke her concentration. to prove her wrong. She gritted her teeth as she cursed football season.
One, two, three.
The girl counted to start again and her mental numbers faded into beats. With another deep breath, she reached out to touch where she left the paper. An image of it materialized in her head. She pictured her corner folded into half once.
Her eyes opened, but she found disappointment again. The paper remained unfazed by her efforts. Ronnie's teeth clenched hard enough to hurt her jaw. A small tch sound escaped her lips when she tasted the bitter failure. She turned her hips to the bed's edge and lowered her feet onto the floor. With minimal effort, she pushed upright. Ronnie strode to the calender hung by her dorm window and reached out to snatch a pen from the dresser. She scratched out yesterday. Her hand pulled it against her palm while her forefinger silently counted the days. It flicked by the week, then the month, and finally landed on a date exactly three months from her arrival. The number circled in thick, bright red marker.
Eighty-four days left.
Ronnie rotated the number in the back of her mind. It appeared to be a lot, but she knew every moment counted. Her head turned back over to her paper as a lump of emotions nestled into her chest. At the rate she was going, she doubted would not take it all. Thankfully Oriana didn’t have powers based on empathy. A speech over her emotions was the last thing she wanted right now. The pressure to succeed returned to hound her insecurities.
With all the weight on her shoulders, she plopped back down onto her bed. Despite her anxiety and bitterness, she reflected on the last few days. Naturally, she replayed the most recent drama in her life: the danger room. She kept her icy, indifferent distance from them all. The task was easier than she expected since no one approached her.
A headache started to blossom in the center of her attention. Ronnie rose up a hand and rubbed the fingers of one hand on her temple, a brief relief for her pain. Ronnie didn't know what caused it, but it would pass. It always did. She reached down to get her water bottle from the floor. With a quick movement, she popped open the cap and down a quick mouthful. She hoped the electrolytes would help. All her expectations for a peaceful day shattered in a heartbeat when a familiar, obnoxious voice practically shouted through the thin door. Ronnie’s head turned to Oriana then mouthed a phrase.
I’m not here.
Obvious permission to lie about her whereabouts. With that said, she shifted over the side of her bed and onto the floor. Ronnie remained out of sight from the door. Sparks picked the worse time to force a visit down her throat as she had no patience or strength to deal with her or her group of misfits today. Especially to avoid a ‘zappy’ nap.
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The young woman waited for a few minutes before knocking on the door once again and cheerfully announcing her presence. "It's your buddy, Daniela! I brought you food! I made you a nice homemade meal! Hope you like biscuits and gravy! I have a looooooot of free time so I can wait outside this door all day!"
After a few more minutes, there was still no answer and Daniela was starting to feel the urge to go do something else. But that urge was overwhelmed by the urge to possibly make Ronnie's day or possibly annoy her to the brink of insanity. Daniela would settle for either at this point. She continued staring at the door and smiling brightly.
"I'm tempted to blast the door open! We both know I'm capable of it!" She called out cheerfully. "I'll give you to the count of five! Open the door so I can deliver my masterpiece!"
"One!"
Interaction: @Fallenreaper
The young woman waited for a few minutes before knocking on the door once again and cheerfully announcing her presence. "It's your buddy, Daniela! I brought you food! I made you a nice homemade meal! Hope you like biscuits and gravy! I have a looooooot of free time so I can wait outside this door all day!"
After a few more minutes, there was still no answer and Daniela was starting to feel the urge to go do something else. But that urge was overwhelmed by the urge to possibly make Ronnie's day or possibly annoy her to the brink of insanity. Daniela would settle for either at this point. She continued staring at the door and smiling brightly.
"I'm tempted to blast the door open! We both know I'm capable of it!" She called out cheerfully. "I'll give you to the count of five! Open the door so I can deliver my masterpiece!"
"One!"
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Nik lowered his hand from the button on his wireless earbuds, his head nodding in time with the opening guitar riff. He flashed a small smile as he looked at the course in front of him in the danger room. Basic simulation. Piece of cake.... and right up his alley. He simply had to get from one virtual rooftop to another through a busy market of sorts. Meant to emphasize control, and a fine tuning of his powers. Something Tabitha, the prof running the simulation today, very much supported. Within a moment, Nik shot forward. He sprinted at full speed to the edge of the roof, using the last few steps to turn his entire body backwards. He lifted up a hand, and a small orb of red energy formed in his palm. He jumped off backwards while thrusting his palm downwards. With an almost imperceptible twitching of his fingers, the concussive bomb detonated and launched the teenager somewhat clumsily towards the nearest building.
Nik ducked his shoulder and rolled like a tumbleweed across the rooftop for a couple feet, grunting as he did so. Once he had stopped, he quickly got up to his feet and looked ahead. Just two more rooftops to go. But... of course... Pierce had provided an update before his disappearance. One Tabitha had yet to notice until it was too late, and one Nik wasn't expecting. Bursting out onto the roof through a doorway on his left was a non-descript robot with a large club. Nik's eyes locked on the robot before he looked back at the gap between him and the other roof. It was easily doable. The mutant broke out into a sprint, but was surprised to see the robot from his peripheral catching up. Nik followed the same maneuver on the previous rooftop, spinning slightly and throwing the bomb of energy at the spot he was jumping from. Perhaps out of adrenaline or fear... Nik knew as soon as he left the energy leave his fingertips that this explosion was going to be too much. The explosion was fiery, and not just concussive. It tore through the imaginary robot as it launched Nik backwards a bit. His already singed tank top had it's fringes reduced slightly more as Demo himself fell right onto his back on the next rooftop.
Nikolai Markov grunted in pain. He had gone a lot farther than intended... landing near the far edge of the next rooftop. He could see, as his head dangled over the edge, that he just had to make this last jump. He stumbled to his feet, and saw three more robots burst out onto this rooftop. Easy enough. Nik readied his right hand, energy coursing along his fingertips as he prepared to fire. He let loose a rather large bomb, hurling it towards the center of the cluster of robots. Unfortunately for him... they moved erratically. The two flanking hostiles ran wide, with the middle robot running straight into the bomb and getting shred to pieces by the following explosion. The shockwave caused Nik to stumble back a step as he saw the two robots moving in quickly to attack. They were mere feet away. He barely had time to throw a quick, small bomb in the direction of the enemy flanking his right, detonating it upon impact and tearing it to pieces. This too caused Nik to loose balance slightly, leaving him at the mercy of the last hostile. He watched in shock as electricity began coursing through the robot's club-like weapon. His body seized with electricity, the shock darkening his vision somewhat. The club remained pressed against Nik's left shoulder, causing his muscles to spasm slightly as he let out a slight gurgling sound. The experience was uncomfortable... but wasn't nearly enough to incapacitate. And it didn't hurt necessarily... whatever the Danger Room was doing, it seemed to be restricting his movements more than causing him pain. But even with the restriction, Nikolai clenched his fist and did the only thing he could think to do.
He punched it.
A concussive blast of force knocked the robot's pieces apart once the first made contact with simulated metal. It was hard for Nik to see exactly what it was coming from his fist as he fired it out, but he could have sworn that for a moment he saw the same energy from his rapidly developing bomb generation wrap around his knuckles. Nik nodded with shock at that, just as the simulation itself finally phased out and a certain feline-like professor burst out of the control room to check on him. He was making progress...
...But will it ever be enough.
Nikolai tussled and dried his hair as he sat on a bench in the locker room of the gym in his boxers, staring blankly at the floor in front of him. The past week had been... transformative, for a lack of a better word. Everything seemed to be changing around him. He let himself get caught up in his own thoughts as he began putting on his jeans. There are so many new people here. I have a girlfriend now. My powers were developing significantly since the fight at... gosh, what was the name of that bar? Doesn't matter. My roommate has been acting weirder than usual lately. I have so many damn essays due this week. I could have Una help me figure out what to...
His thoughts seemed to drift into nothingness as his mind circled back to a single word. A name. He noticed the smile that had formed on his lips at just the thought. He shook his head, internally groaning at himself. Ugh, I'm such a dork around her. I feel like I'm going all soft and weak like Na...
The thought made Nik's entire body freeze for a moment. He felt this pit form in the center of his stomach as he could feel the negative thoughts beginning to swarm around his head. They were joined by the realization of all the sudden changes going on around campus, creating a deafening cacophony of anxious thoughts. Nik quickly tossed a shirt on over his head before slamming his locker closed and nearly yanking his phone out of his pocket. He quickly tapped away on his phone, planning to shoot off a quick text to the name at the top of his app.
>Hey Una, can we lie on the lawn for a bit. I'm feeling overwhelmed an|<
Nik stopped typing, reading back through his message again. His mind wandered back to the conversations he had with Una as of late. The night they kissed... and, well, the second night they kissed. And as his mind played through the memories, Nikolai Markov sighed and deleted that text. She had enough to worry about as is. With that in mind, he shot off a different text to her.
>Just got out of DR, no plans 2nite. U?<
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Oriana Taplin
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The rest of the week had been a lot less stressful so to speak. Well it was not as if anything else could be worse than trying to stop a mini tornado running riot in a class room made by a teen that clearly didn’t know how to control it. Oriana never fully introduced herself to the girl to of whom was mocking her, at least that is what she remembers. Instead Oriana had forced the girl to go back inside with her, she pretty much dragged her back to the scene of the crime and made it obvious that she either help stop the tornado or deal with Oriana’s wrath afterwards.
It seemed to be enough to get the girl to ‘assist’ in stopping the situation from getting worse, Ori wasn’t one for fixing other people’s mess, but she wouldn’t be able to keep her promise if the whole dam school was obliterated by a tornado. Instead Oriana had since mostly concentrated on understanding and enhancing her abilities, spending time between her Dorm and the danger room when she could get a teacher to sort it, this meant her interaction with the others wasn’t a great amount except for classes and the schools café. Her roommate though was still an interesting experience, they still have spats over stupid things, although on some of those things Ori actually agreed on, she respected the fact that Veronica wouldn’t take her shit.
Today however it was mostly spent in her dorm room with most activities or the like mostly done for the day and with no classes, it meant she could do whatever the hell she wanted, and it was days like that she enjoyed the most. Veronica was doing her thing, Oriana of course noticed but decided not to act upon it or to disrupt her. It was not really bothering her all that much as she listened quietly to some music through one earpiece she had on while checking things out on a laptop. However, the peace as it was for the most part was shattered.
A rather to cheerful voice seem to penetrate the door, it might as well have not been there because this girl outside obviously wanted to let the whole corridor know she was there. But her voice was already Irritating and Oriana certainly doesn’t like getting disturbed unless it for a damn good reason. The girl on the other side of the door appeared to want her roommate. Sighing, Oriana slid off her bed and placed down her mp3 player, turning it off as she nodded back at Veronica, Oriana took the bottle of water of her and placed the cap back on as she looked at the door, her facial features changed to show a woman that was getting rather annoyed.
Oriana quickly looked back down to Veronica hiding, silently mouthing ‘Where you find this one?” as she heard the zappy nap comment. Her attention came back to the door however when the female voice on the other side identified herself as Daniela and made one big ass error, she threatened to blast her dorm door and started counting. A low growl escaped her as she went for the door in anger. By the count got to three, the door swung open abruptly with Oriana coming face to face with Daniela. She took a brief moment to look the girl up and down. "Zappy Nap, what the hell are you? Five?" Ori opened with coldly. “Veronica is not here.” She paused for a moment before a slight smile appeared. “Oh and another thing, you threaten to blast my door down again, I will kick your ass, so scram.” The smile was soon gone as she went to close the door.
It seemed to be enough to get the girl to ‘assist’ in stopping the situation from getting worse, Ori wasn’t one for fixing other people’s mess, but she wouldn’t be able to keep her promise if the whole dam school was obliterated by a tornado. Instead Oriana had since mostly concentrated on understanding and enhancing her abilities, spending time between her Dorm and the danger room when she could get a teacher to sort it, this meant her interaction with the others wasn’t a great amount except for classes and the schools café. Her roommate though was still an interesting experience, they still have spats over stupid things, although on some of those things Ori actually agreed on, she respected the fact that Veronica wouldn’t take her shit.
Today however it was mostly spent in her dorm room with most activities or the like mostly done for the day and with no classes, it meant she could do whatever the hell she wanted, and it was days like that she enjoyed the most. Veronica was doing her thing, Oriana of course noticed but decided not to act upon it or to disrupt her. It was not really bothering her all that much as she listened quietly to some music through one earpiece she had on while checking things out on a laptop. However, the peace as it was for the most part was shattered.
A rather to cheerful voice seem to penetrate the door, it might as well have not been there because this girl outside obviously wanted to let the whole corridor know she was there. But her voice was already Irritating and Oriana certainly doesn’t like getting disturbed unless it for a damn good reason. The girl on the other side of the door appeared to want her roommate. Sighing, Oriana slid off her bed and placed down her mp3 player, turning it off as she nodded back at Veronica, Oriana took the bottle of water of her and placed the cap back on as she looked at the door, her facial features changed to show a woman that was getting rather annoyed.
Oriana quickly looked back down to Veronica hiding, silently mouthing ‘Where you find this one?” as she heard the zappy nap comment. Her attention came back to the door however when the female voice on the other side identified herself as Daniela and made one big ass error, she threatened to blast her dorm door and started counting. A low growl escaped her as she went for the door in anger. By the count got to three, the door swung open abruptly with Oriana coming face to face with Daniela. She took a brief moment to look the girl up and down. "Zappy Nap, what the hell are you? Five?" Ori opened with coldly. “Veronica is not here.” She paused for a moment before a slight smile appeared. “Oh and another thing, you threaten to blast my door down again, I will kick your ass, so scram.” The smile was soon gone as she went to close the door.
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Uná O’Brian
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Uná gathered up her things and headed out waving to Aya as she left. Aya was just worried about me. That was what best friends do.Sena wasn't that bad was she? She couldn't be. I felt like she understood me. Like I could talk to her. A connection.
She put her headphones in and switched on her Spotify. The Way You Make Me Feel sounded in her ears as she danced down the hall. As she came up from the split her phone made the noise of a lightsaber turning on which meant that she had a text message.
>Just got out of DR, no plans 2nite. U?<
Uná's heart skipped a beat. She grinned and texted back. >Just gonna hit up Jasper for a favor then I'm free.< Uná thought for a moment and also sent. >Wanna meet me in the game room? Pretty sure that's where she is.<
Uná danced into the game room and pulled out her headphones looking around. Grinning she spotted Jasper's dark hair and slid gracefully over to her.
"Better than yesterday."
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Ashford Institute
After everything she did yesterday, she was pretty surprised that the person she was looking for did not even show up at all nor even thought that it was Cass making all this ruckus, after al she was the only one who Cass told about her mutation. She found herself laying in her bed, tired, after she was given detention and clean up duty for the mess she made. But knowing Cass, she was not done, nor will she ever be. She sprung off the bed and quickly slid on a hoodie but she was still mostly in her sleepwear, she slipped on her old shoes and moved out the door.
There was immediate noise going on from this side of the place, someone was banging loud against someone's door and even threatened to blast it, whatever that meant. She saw where the noise was coming from, and she did get a little curious. She got behind the girl who was knocking on the door and looked on from where she was, and low and behold it was the girl from yesterday, before the girl slammed the girl on the other door she gave her a quick smug wink and the look signifying that she might be up to her antics again.
She placed her hand on the other girl's shoulder and turned her to face her.
"Hey, got a question for ya'," Stated Cass, she pointed down the hallway and continued, "How much do you know about this place? Or atleast, the people in this place?" She then looked left and right as to make sure no one was listening, "I'm looking for someone, maybe you know 'em?" She asked, she did not expect an answer, after all this person was not exactly the quiet type so there was no way she would not have made herself known.
There was immediate noise going on from this side of the place, someone was banging loud against someone's door and even threatened to blast it, whatever that meant. She saw where the noise was coming from, and she did get a little curious. She got behind the girl who was knocking on the door and looked on from where she was, and low and behold it was the girl from yesterday, before the girl slammed the girl on the other door she gave her a quick smug wink and the look signifying that she might be up to her antics again.
She placed her hand on the other girl's shoulder and turned her to face her.
"Hey, got a question for ya'," Stated Cass, she pointed down the hallway and continued, "How much do you know about this place? Or atleast, the people in this place?" She then looked left and right as to make sure no one was listening, "I'm looking for someone, maybe you know 'em?" She asked, she did not expect an answer, after all this person was not exactly the quiet type so there was no way she would not have made herself known.
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Charles Gannon
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Three point seven seconds, this was the average time the steel ball bearing Charles had been tossing up took to travel from his hand to apex and back again. He could feel every part of the metal. Iron ore and trace carbons and even some rust molecules despite how thorough he had been shining it up. He even felt residue from the polish. Frustration shown on his face as he contemplated throwing the ball out a window. Three point seven seconds was too long and yet not enough time to affect the metal before it was back in his hand. He needed to be faster. The revelations of last Wednesday had severe implications. He seldom accepted any information from a single source, but could he afford to take chances. He already had a decent level of control over his powers by his estimation. Now though, he meant to weaponize those abilities. He had already tried every direct approach he could come up with. Studying the ball in his hand he concentrated on every part of it that was iron and pulled with his power until he had a solid iron hovering just above the rest still in his hand, which felt hot from the ripping of the bonds. Charles smiled as he let it all fall to the floor in his dorm room. He had been too concerned with safely detaching the bonds. This would do nicely.
It was almost time to check with Professor North. He had given her a copy of his old training program on Thursday and explained the basics hoping she could implement it using the school simulator. She had said it may take some time but she might know someone who could recompile it for the Danger Room system. Professor North had been helpful though if rudimentary in creating similar training for the Aerostatics tests. She even gave the gases differentiating colors if more for her benefit than his.
As he made his way across the quad towards the training facility, Charles observed the other students, wondering to himself. How many knew what was going on? They all seemed to be happily going about their lives in blissful ignorance. Was it his place to tell them? He wanted to scream at them to open their eyes, but would he even have an idea if Aya had not said something? He had no way of verifying what she had said, but something told him she had the right of it. Nothing he could see outwardly supported the fact that something dangerous was going on. He needed more variables. The dilemma of that was if the danger was real merely looking for more information could get him hurt or worse. He needed to be prepared for anything.
”Order is what we seek to achieve. To accomplish this however we cannot neglect the fact that most often order is used as an excuse for war and everything made for and of war is only ever achievable through chaos.”
Dr. Gourley’s words sounded in Charles' head as if it were a mantra. If the danger was real. Charles needed to be ready for war. Dr Gourley had always hinted that Charles' true purpose was to be a weapon. Whatever goal or reason Dr. Gourley was moot now. Most likely all of Charles' old doctors, professors, or even handlers; as Professor Everose had referred to them, were most likely dead. He would be a weapon but he would choose the purpose and the goals. He chose to protect. He would use the tools of this school to hone his powers and protect others whether they knew they needed help or not.
Arriving at the training center Charles was still lost in thought as he passed a student just leaving the locker room. Just under six foot the blonde haired blue eyed boy seemed to not want to be bothered. Charles sufficed to step aside and let him pass before heading to the Danger Room.
”Professor? Are you ready for me?” Charles called out as he entered.
The now familiar british voice responded over the intercom. “One second Charles just loading it now. You should know we weren’t able to reconfigure it exactly so we compiled the active parameters so as to come up with something hopefully suitable to your needs. Right, just about got it. Did you want me to control what happens or just run through a set of randomized variables controlled by the computer?”
”Will the computer adjust if I find it too easy?” Then, as if an afterthought. ”Or too difficult?”
“It should....I don’t think it likes to lose.” Professor North said in an almost amused tone. “Right then random it is...good luck.”
There was no real change of scenery as the program started. Large tanks filled with various gases; each artificially color coded so that Professor North could see what would not have been apparent otherwise. The color would change as he neutralised whichever gas it was. Large chains mounted to the ceiling bore heavy loads of various rocks and ores as well as steel shafts, all of which were anchored high on the walls. Charles could not affect anything until it had moved off the wall. To do differently would negate the exercise. The system should start him off with something easy, before increasing the difficulty according to analysis of his previous action.
”I am ready when you are Professor.” Charles said as he reached out to sense the area. It was an odd sensation being aware of every molecule, it was not exactly like being underwater although that was the closest he could relate it too when asked. He could feel everything, identify the properties, and with enough concentration, affect to change those properties.
The hiss of jets sounded as clouds of color formed dropping from the ceiling level and spreading quickly to fill the room. Charles pushed back with pure oxygen creating a pressurized zone 6 feet from the ground. This bought him time to isolate each gas and neutralize it before it could permeate and either put him to sleep or irritate his eyes or whichever purpose the individual gas was designed for. As the last of the intiatial gases was rendered inert, Charles could hear a clicking sound as the first wave of physical ore came swinging in. Large river rocks came at him and he had to dive out of the way, and let them collide with each other shattering to the ground. Eight point three seconds, That was how long the boulders took. Not much time, but hopefully long enough. He would soon have up to two more chances at this stage before the program advanced. Charles waited for the click then forced oxygen against the boulders to slow their descent. Reaching into the boulders with his power grabbing at random molecules and pulling downward ripping the bonds. As the boulders burst into clouds of dust, every muscle in Charles’ body seemed to seize at once and he fell to his knees.
”Pause simulation. Charles is everything alright?” Genuine concern in Professor North’s voice. After a recent scenario she had insured a vocal override for herself in the Danger Room. Her sigh of relief was as much that it had worked as it was watching Charles stand back up.
Muscles relaxing Charles stood stretching. Everything about him hurt but he could not give in to the pain. He did not know how much time he had to be ready. He just had the feeling it was not enough. ”Yes Professor, just a little shaken up. I am ready for it now.” He crouched in a ready position. ”Thank you for your concern Professor. You may resume at your leisure.”
”Very well.” She had quickly grown accustomed to the direct nature of how Charles talked. ”I will give you five minutes to compose yourself then we will move on.”
Laying on the floor of the Danger Room, Charles released his sense and evaluated what he had done so far. He was already quite accomplished with Aerostatics. Physical changes had always caused some amount of pain. He thought it had something to do with how he seemed connected to everything he sensed as if it were separate but a part of him. He had no idea ripping bounds would cause him so much pain. Five minutes was not enough time to have the pain subside but it would have to do. He stood and took his mark, once again sensing everything.
Click. An iron shaft descended and Charles immediately went into action. He focused on the area around the chain. Pushing carbon into it, making it more and more brittle until it snap off the chain crashing to the ground and bouncing off the Danger Room floor. Charles quickly calculated the large cylinders trajectory. It should clear him easily, though he stepped into the arc just in case. The iron bar finally came to rest less than eight feet behind him. Click. There was little time as the heavy steel bar released. With its weight he could not effectively stop it in time. Reaching out to the iron bar behind him pulling and shaping the iron into a protective shell encapsulating himself just before the steel bar struck. A loud bell like ring permeated the room.
Charles was no longer visible. A computerized voice came over the speaker. ”Target incompassitated test terminating. Grade Eighty-four.”
As the room returned to standby and all the gas tanks and ores vanished. Professor North could see Charles convulsing on the floor.
Pressing the emergency call button.”I need the nurse to the Danger Room now!” Opening all the doors she raced down to check on the student.
That voice must have been residual from the original test program.
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Daniela Steele
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“Oh and another thing, you threaten to blast my door down again, I will kick your ass, so scram.”
Daniela continued smiling even as the woman who seemed like the same kind of bitchy person Veronica was began to close the door on her. Daniela continued smiling even as she slammed her foot in the door as the woman began to close the door. She leaned forward until she was face to face with the woman and continued smiling the same slightly unstable smile. "I made her some food. I'd appreciate it if you could deliver it to her when she comes back. I won't lie though, I'm about Ninety-nine percent sure she's in there right now." Daniela handed her the container with one hand and pointed her hand at one of the lights in the ceiling. Her hand began to crackle with electricity for a brief moment and a brief blast of electricity hit the light which caused it to flicker rapidly.
Daniela stepped back and smiled a somewhat satisfied smile that still seemed a bit unstable. "Enjoy the rest of your day." She said cheerfully as she turned and walked away. That lady is kind of a pain. She needs food as well. Daniela thought to herself. A moment later she paused and looked around in confusion as though she wasn't sure how she had arrived in the female dorms.
Suddenly Daniela felt someone place their hand on her shoulder and a moment later she was turned around to face a somewhat unfamiliar figure. She thought she had seen this woman around the Institute before but she didn't think she had interacted with her.
"I'm looking for someone, maybe you know 'em?"
"I know a few of the people around here. Not on first name terms with many of them though. May I ask who you are looking for?" She answered honestly before she turned to give Veronica's door one last look and she contemplated blasting it with enough force to give them a bit of a scare but deciding against it.
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“Oh and another thing, you threaten to blast my door down again, I will kick your ass, so scram.”
Daniela continued smiling even as the woman who seemed like the same kind of bitchy person Veronica was began to close the door on her. Daniela continued smiling even as she slammed her foot in the door as the woman began to close the door. She leaned forward until she was face to face with the woman and continued smiling the same slightly unstable smile. "I made her some food. I'd appreciate it if you could deliver it to her when she comes back. I won't lie though, I'm about Ninety-nine percent sure she's in there right now." Daniela handed her the container with one hand and pointed her hand at one of the lights in the ceiling. Her hand began to crackle with electricity for a brief moment and a brief blast of electricity hit the light which caused it to flicker rapidly.
Daniela stepped back and smiled a somewhat satisfied smile that still seemed a bit unstable. "Enjoy the rest of your day." She said cheerfully as she turned and walked away. That lady is kind of a pain. She needs food as well. Daniela thought to herself. A moment later she paused and looked around in confusion as though she wasn't sure how she had arrived in the female dorms.
Suddenly Daniela felt someone place their hand on her shoulder and a moment later she was turned around to face a somewhat unfamiliar figure. She thought she had seen this woman around the Institute before but she didn't think she had interacted with her.
"I'm looking for someone, maybe you know 'em?"
"I know a few of the people around here. Not on first name terms with many of them though. May I ask who you are looking for?" She answered honestly before she turned to give Veronica's door one last look and she contemplated blasting it with enough force to give them a bit of a scare but deciding against it.
"Tell me where I could find 'em."
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Cass blinked then peaked over the shoulder of the girl, looking at the closed door, she may as well spill it out to everyone, her search would be great if potential helpers do not know what she is looking for. She crossed her arms under her bust and leaned back on the wall, she opened her mouth but nothing came out. She hesitated? She never hesitates. This is odd, she then went to try again.
"Her name is Khloe John- No... Khloe Jeon, some ice freak or something." She let out, her eyes locked with the taller girl and she shook her head, she then turned towards the hallway. "She's been quiet, so it's either you know or you dont." She then took a step away from her now making her way down the hall, "If you don't, I could always ask the staff here, then again..." She looked over her shoulder and at the girl, "I doubt they'll take too kindly for my tone." She then started walking, she was never the type to stand around, so if this girl did know about Khloe, she was going to have to catch up to her.
Cat's out of the bag now.
"Her name is Khloe John- No... Khloe Jeon, some ice freak or something." She let out, her eyes locked with the taller girl and she shook her head, she then turned towards the hallway. "She's been quiet, so it's either you know or you dont." She then took a step away from her now making her way down the hall, "If you don't, I could always ask the staff here, then again..." She looked over her shoulder and at the girl, "I doubt they'll take too kindly for my tone." She then started walking, she was never the type to stand around, so if this girl did know about Khloe, she was going to have to catch up to her.
Cat's out of the bag now.
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Mathew Frakes
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Matt woke early Thursday morning and went for a run before the sun was even a glimmer on the horizon. He needed to clear his head. The failure in the Danger Room weighing on him like an anvil. It was obvious that he wasn’t as ready as he thought. Not that he minded failing, but failure left unresolved was still failure years later. He couldn’t just rely on his abilities to get him through everything. It still took a lot out of him; although being able to go straight to a memory was going to be useful. Matt needed more out of himself. It wasn’t as if he was in bad shape, but there was definitely room for improvement. Endurance, both physical and mental is what he needed. That and a real sense of confidence in himself and those around him. Right now that was shattered. Unfairly, he admitted to himself as he started another lap. It had been quickly apparent they didn’t know enough about each other to have successfully operated a lemonade stand. He started taking mental notes on what he had learned from the experience.
“You can ask for help, but people can and will often say no if you can’t stand on your own.” The last part said aloud as he finished his last lap and started walking to the showers. Those were his dad's words. He never quite understood them until now.
Heidi, appeared to be knowledgeable but seemed to have difficulty focusing on more than one situation at a time. Jasper apparently has something to do with computer stuff but seemed to want to tackle everything herself. Daniela, a power house of electrical ferocity, a good soldier although I still don’t know what happened after we went upstairs. Veronica, seemed more interested in making excuses for why she couldn’t use her abilities than actually trying. Even when we tried to be helpful she kept slinging insults and trying to belittle everyone. I didn’t help matters. I lacked the confidence to take charge. I tried to force the decisions on others. If we lacked cohesion it was as much my fault as anyone else's. So what do I do about this? The only one I can fix is myself. I need a workout program and I need to learn how to fight.
“You can ask for help, but people can and will often say no if you can’t stand on your own.” The last part said aloud as he finished his last lap and started walking to the showers. Those were his dad's words. He never quite understood them until now.
Over the next few days Matt added to his morning routine. Alternating weights and aerobic machines although he hadn’t seen the results he felt them. He hurt a little afterwards but had more energy throughout the day. He had bought one of those collapsable staves and in the afternoons he drilled relentlessly out behind the school on the green. Professor North saw him on Saturday and suggested he book time in the Danger Room for that. Also, Professor Finn apparently had loaned her some items from his personal collection for Matt to practice his abilities on when he was ready. Matt was glad for the opportunity although the items would have to wait.
This morning after his run instead of his recently added aerobic routine he went to the Danger Room excited to see how much he had learned with the staff. As he entered, there was a table with a single bowl on it just inside the door.
“Welcome Mathew, before I bring up the training program. I do need to see what Professor Finn had for breakfast last Tuesday.” Matt set the staff down on the table and removed a glove. Touching the bowl, Matt braced himself for the nausea and quickly discovered That Professor Finn had in fact had Frosted Shredded Wheat©. Matt then picked up the staff and extended. There was an odd sensation of duality which he attributed to the nausea.
“Ok, Ready when you are.” He said as he took his stance. To Professor North there appeared to be tracers to Matt’s movement. Not knowing if he was doing this on purpose, Professor North started the training program. It was simply a single man sized robot.
As it advanced on him Matt started spinning the staff back and forth, it seemed almost a solid wall as the staff seemed to follow itself when in motion. Matt was dizzy but still moving swaying left to right as he rhythmically shifted balance. Once the robot was in range Matt let loose with a series of strikes he thought might put it off balance. The staff just bounced off the robot's shell. Matt stepped back, the tracer of himself becoming visible to him for the first time, as the robot's arm came crashing through him. Matt froze for the briefest moment then tossing the staff straight up he caught the end with both hands and ducked in spinning motion to land the full force of the staff on the knee joint toppling the robot. Standing he took advantage and brought the butt of the staff down on its chest. As quickly as it had started the exercise was over.
“Well it looks like next time we can proceed to level two. I didn’t realise you could move while projecting though?” Professor North made the last part a question as she cleared the program and jotted down some notes.
“Neither did I.” Matt responded staring at his ungloved hand in bewilderment.
This morning after his run instead of his recently added aerobic routine he went to the Danger Room excited to see how much he had learned with the staff. As he entered, there was a table with a single bowl on it just inside the door.
“Welcome Mathew, before I bring up the training program. I do need to see what Professor Finn had for breakfast last Tuesday.” Matt set the staff down on the table and removed a glove. Touching the bowl, Matt braced himself for the nausea and quickly discovered That Professor Finn had in fact had Frosted Shredded Wheat©. Matt then picked up the staff and extended. There was an odd sensation of duality which he attributed to the nausea.
“Ok, Ready when you are.” He said as he took his stance. To Professor North there appeared to be tracers to Matt’s movement. Not knowing if he was doing this on purpose, Professor North started the training program. It was simply a single man sized robot.
As it advanced on him Matt started spinning the staff back and forth, it seemed almost a solid wall as the staff seemed to follow itself when in motion. Matt was dizzy but still moving swaying left to right as he rhythmically shifted balance. Once the robot was in range Matt let loose with a series of strikes he thought might put it off balance. The staff just bounced off the robot's shell. Matt stepped back, the tracer of himself becoming visible to him for the first time, as the robot's arm came crashing through him. Matt froze for the briefest moment then tossing the staff straight up he caught the end with both hands and ducked in spinning motion to land the full force of the staff on the knee joint toppling the robot. Standing he took advantage and brought the butt of the staff down on its chest. As quickly as it had started the exercise was over.
“Well it looks like next time we can proceed to level two. I didn’t realise you could move while projecting though?” Professor North made the last part a question as she cleared the program and jotted down some notes.
“Neither did I.” Matt responded staring at his ungloved hand in bewilderment.
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"Her name is Khloe John- No... Khloe Jeon, some ice freak or something."
Daniela was confused. She had never seen nor heard of anyone either with that name or that had ice powers. "Sorry lady. Never heard that name nor am I aware of anyone here with ice powers if that's what you mean." She had barely finished getting the words out before the woman took off down the hall. "Just got here a little bit ago myself." She called after her before turning back to Veronica's door and shaking her head. She was so tempted to blast the door down...but that would most likely bring unwanted attention from the staff down on her.
"You win this round. But mark my words: This ISN'T over." She growled to herself as she took off down the hallway after the other woman.
Ashford Institute For the Gifted
Male Dorms
Alright. So I'm a mutant. Now what?
This was the question that had been running through Victor's head for quite a while now as he tried to get used to his new surroundings. He had been here for several days now and so far he hadn't been able to do anything with his powers. He'd tried moving the ground with no luck. Granted he hadn't put much effort into it after what had happened at his parent's house but still, he had tried.
Alright. Pros and cons of this place. He thought as he laid on his back on the bed and stared at the ceiling
Pros: Good food, so far mostly good people, Bed is very comfortable and there were able to find some clothes for me. Not to mention the excellent internet strength.
Cons: Pretty sure I can't leave without being arrested, I'm not sure if I can cook my own food and I'm sure my brother can't visit here anytime soon. A few of the people here are a bit standoffish.
He looked over at the few possessions he had and pulled out his phone and checked to see if he had any messages or notifications from anyone he knew. Nothing. Nada. Nope. It seemed the moment people had found out he was a mutant he had been cut off from everyone he knew and loved. His brother was probably trying to get his phone reconnected or didn't have internet at the moment so silence from his was to be expected. But still, he wished his parents would at least call him once.
He began to dig through the bag again and hoped that he had brought his old Gameboy or something to entertain himself for the time being.
Female Dorms
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"Her name is Khloe John- No... Khloe Jeon, some ice freak or something."
Daniela was confused. She had never seen nor heard of anyone either with that name or that had ice powers. "Sorry lady. Never heard that name nor am I aware of anyone here with ice powers if that's what you mean." She had barely finished getting the words out before the woman took off down the hall. "Just got here a little bit ago myself." She called after her before turning back to Veronica's door and shaking her head. She was so tempted to blast the door down...but that would most likely bring unwanted attention from the staff down on her.
"You win this round. But mark my words: This ISN'T over." She growled to herself as she took off down the hallway after the other woman.
Ashford Institute For the Gifted
Male Dorms
Alright. So I'm a mutant. Now what?
This was the question that had been running through Victor's head for quite a while now as he tried to get used to his new surroundings. He had been here for several days now and so far he hadn't been able to do anything with his powers. He'd tried moving the ground with no luck. Granted he hadn't put much effort into it after what had happened at his parent's house but still, he had tried.
Alright. Pros and cons of this place. He thought as he laid on his back on the bed and stared at the ceiling
Pros: Good food, so far mostly good people, Bed is very comfortable and there were able to find some clothes for me. Not to mention the excellent internet strength.
Cons: Pretty sure I can't leave without being arrested, I'm not sure if I can cook my own food and I'm sure my brother can't visit here anytime soon. A few of the people here are a bit standoffish.
He looked over at the few possessions he had and pulled out his phone and checked to see if he had any messages or notifications from anyone he knew. Nothing. Nada. Nope. It seemed the moment people had found out he was a mutant he had been cut off from everyone he knew and loved. His brother was probably trying to get his phone reconnected or didn't have internet at the moment so silence from his was to be expected. But still, he wished his parents would at least call him once.
He began to dig through the bag again and hoped that he had brought his old Gameboy or something to entertain himself for the time being.
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Ronnie stiffened against the wall and held her breath.
The very dorm room’s walls vibrated with Spark’s booming shouts. A deep loathing at the term ‘Zappy Nap’ rippled through her core. She held no energy to please the lunatic girl. Her breath expelled in a heavy sigh at her predicament. She gritted her teeth to keep the screams at bay when the threats and knocks continued, the student oblivious to the hints to get lost. Ronnie questioned what she did to warrant the crazy’s unwanted attention.
When Oriana mouthed her question, Ronnie naturally answered.
Get rid of her first. The explanation would take too long and it risked unveiling her ruse.
At the threat of banging down the door, Ronnie’s head snapped to the window. She mentally measured and compared it to her own size, the fit tighter than she liked. The last option if she had to escape. Usually, she faced her problems, but Daniela’s words rattled in her brain. It wasn’t worth the risk.
Her eyes looked to the door. She imaged Spark’s eyes trying to drill holes into it, thanking the heavens the girl didn’t have laser vision. Else it would’ve been burnt in a matter of minutes.
The phrase also appeared to have triggered her roommate. Oriana marched over and ripped open the door. Relief washed over Ronnie when she heard the venom erupt from Oriana’s mouth, completing her side of the deal. She made a small note to treat her roommate for it later. It didn’t end there, much to Ronnie’s cringe. She sank lower to remain out of sight when she heard the foot in the door. Sparks continued to force-feed the kindness on her even in her absence. Above, a streak of lightning hit the room light and it flickered brightly.
Ronnie yelped. Her hands clamped over her mouth to muffle it, but it happened too late. Her heart thumped in her head, her eyes darted around. She expected to see Daniela sneering in front of her like some sort of serial killer. Nothing. Either Sparks didn’t hear Ronnie or chose to ignore it. At this point, it didn’t matter to her.
New muffled voices indicated someone else had engaged Sparks. Ronnie exhaled a breath she had been holding and slowly crawled back up onto the bed. At the sounds of retreating footsteps, all the tension fell from her figure.
“That bitch is the one who zapped me back in the danger room. One of the people in that small group I kept avoiding and didn’t bother with. I didn’t realize she was crazier than the first girl I met the first day here, started with a C or something. Cleo, I think?” Ronnie pulled her fingers and thumb to pinch the bridge of her nose.
She gave a small groan. “Is it a side-effect that everyone at this school becomes unhinged?”
Oriana Taplin
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It had appeared the situation at her dorm was not over, despite uncharacteristically giving the clearly unstable chick a warning, something she barely gives out, the girl persisted by sticking her foot in the way of the door to prevent Oriana from closing it. It was taking all of her inner strength right now not to launch her out of the window. That thought process however, was interrupted however brief by a redhead girl, Uná was the name if she remembered correctly dancing down the corridor like a scene out of guardians of the galaxy. She couldn’t help but watch for a moment with a raised eyebrow as the redhead blissfully danced away.
Her attention was snapped back to the girl forcibly holding her door open with her foot. This Daniela was testing her patience, something she had been working on. It appears the woman had decided to make her some food and claimed to see through hers and Veronica’s ruse and while she initially didn’t take the container, she eventually did in the hope it would make her clear of before Ori did something would probably regret…. Eventually. But it was like a something she saw once about offering peace in one hand, while holding a knife in other, or in this case a spark of electricity that struck her room light, making it flicker, however Ori didn’t seem to be bothered in her reaction as she didn’t flinch and simply stared at the girl for a moment.
When Daniela finished and turned bumping into Cassandra, another troublemaker Oriana remember all too well after the literal shit storm she caused earlier in the week. A yelp from her roommate probably didn’t help but luckily the situation was averted for now, Oriana was able to slam the door shut very hard as she turned around, a slight smile crept on her lips from the satisfaction of doing so before looking down at the container of food and then to Veronica. The muffled voices meant the other girl had taken zappy features away from them finally.
“Hmm, I thought the point of the danger room session was to work together, not attack your own team. You have no idea how close I was to launching her down the corridor though, but I can see why you want to avoid that one. I don’t think I have spoken to this Cleo one your referring to, hope she is not besotted with you to.” Oriana hadn’t really spoke to many of the students here as of yet.
Oriana moved further into the room near to Veronica while still holding the container. “I seriously doubt it, if it is I can see myself bashing quite a few heads together.” She paused before placing the container at the end of her roommates bed. “I guess this is Daniela’s peace offering for her own fuck up, do with it what you will but I will suggest this. One way or another, at some point you will have to deal with that girl, otherwise she will continue to be your problem until you put her in her place.”
Oriana then went to her side of the room to tidy up her things, pocket her cell before pausing a moment, grabbing a piece of papar and pen, Oriana wrote down her cell number and then handing it over Veronica, letting her take it before she headed back to the door. “The coast is clear for now, I am going to get a bit of air and maybe a bite to eat.” Oriana went over to the door before turning back to Veronica and gave her a brief nod before she left the dorm room. She took a brief look around before moving of leaving the female dorms altogether.
Her attention was snapped back to the girl forcibly holding her door open with her foot. This Daniela was testing her patience, something she had been working on. It appears the woman had decided to make her some food and claimed to see through hers and Veronica’s ruse and while she initially didn’t take the container, she eventually did in the hope it would make her clear of before Ori did something would probably regret…. Eventually. But it was like a something she saw once about offering peace in one hand, while holding a knife in other, or in this case a spark of electricity that struck her room light, making it flicker, however Ori didn’t seem to be bothered in her reaction as she didn’t flinch and simply stared at the girl for a moment.
When Daniela finished and turned bumping into Cassandra, another troublemaker Oriana remember all too well after the literal shit storm she caused earlier in the week. A yelp from her roommate probably didn’t help but luckily the situation was averted for now, Oriana was able to slam the door shut very hard as she turned around, a slight smile crept on her lips from the satisfaction of doing so before looking down at the container of food and then to Veronica. The muffled voices meant the other girl had taken zappy features away from them finally.
“Hmm, I thought the point of the danger room session was to work together, not attack your own team. You have no idea how close I was to launching her down the corridor though, but I can see why you want to avoid that one. I don’t think I have spoken to this Cleo one your referring to, hope she is not besotted with you to.” Oriana hadn’t really spoke to many of the students here as of yet.
Oriana moved further into the room near to Veronica while still holding the container. “I seriously doubt it, if it is I can see myself bashing quite a few heads together.” She paused before placing the container at the end of her roommates bed. “I guess this is Daniela’s peace offering for her own fuck up, do with it what you will but I will suggest this. One way or another, at some point you will have to deal with that girl, otherwise she will continue to be your problem until you put her in her place.”
Oriana then went to her side of the room to tidy up her things, pocket her cell before pausing a moment, grabbing a piece of papar and pen, Oriana wrote down her cell number and then handing it over Veronica, letting her take it before she headed back to the door. “The coast is clear for now, I am going to get a bit of air and maybe a bite to eat.” Oriana went over to the door before turning back to Veronica and gave her a brief nod before she left the dorm room. She took a brief look around before moving of leaving the female dorms altogether.
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“If I had known it was a team activity, I would’ve opted out. I’m not much of a team player. I’m not upset with the shock since I think I had an episode. If I have known she would shove this, ” Ronnie pointed to the container of food in her roommate’s hands, “down my throat I would’ve left class early.”
She didn’t admit it out loud, but working with others was difficult. A big reason she avoided it. Unlike Matthew, Sparks, Numbers, or Brains, she couldn’t contribute to the danger room. Her eyes glared at the paper that barely reacted to her.
It didn’t matter.
Her jaw tightened as she exhaled through her nose to clear her head. By this time, she had finally noticed Oriana’s hair had shifted colors. Obvious it had something to do with Oriana’s powers, but it was none of her business to why. If her roommate wanted to spill the beans, she would listen. With her mind made up, she turned to the other comments.
“Cleo’s… not so bad. At least when compared to that one. I can at least handle her type of crazy even if it is overwhelming and the girl needs to take a sedative.” Ronnie popped off, her hands placed on her leg. It curled against her hip as the other dangled off the bed.
She continued to eye the door and half expected Sparks to come rushing in. When Oriana set the ‘offerings’ down, Ronnie shook her head. Her roommate was right. When her roommate passed her the piece of paper, Ronnie’s right eyebrow rose slightly. She reached out her hand and took it, unsure what to do next. Her dark eyes watched the girl open the door then leave. The room silent as Ronnie’s thoughts surfaced.
Another frustrated sigh escaped her lips. She pulled out her cell and quickly typed in Oriana’s number, labeling it O for short. Her attention drifted to the container left on her bed end. With a stretch from her position, Ronnie grabbed the food and tugged open the lid. A peppery, biscuit scent entered her nose.
She scrunched her face up at it. No point in giving into weakness. Unable to refrigerate it or give it back, she simply left it on her desk. Ronnie moved toward the door. In a smooth motion, she grabbed her swimsuit and her jacket along the way. Her hand reached out to cautiously twisted the door open a crack. A glance down the right and left indicate what Oriana said. Uncertain if the sound would draw the crazy student back or not, Ronnie softly shut it behind her. She darted down the hallway toward the nearest exit.
A few laps in the pool always cleared her head when she managed time for it. She just hoped no one would send her skirting back to her dorms for violating any curfew.
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