[IC] COLORS

[Masaki Haruna]

Sora Machi, Takenaka Megacorp

Trivia:
Sora Machi is the second tallest man-made structure in the world, even taller than the Burj Khalifa in Dubai.

• It's megacity is Takenaka and it's capital is Senkū which literally means "A thousand skies."

Night Time
11 PM
March 31 2038Turbulence hits the blackest nights!
First Arc: E.N.M.A Institute Entrance Exam

Prologue: Frozen flame in the crushing earth

The earth crumbled, thousands of lives screaming for a tomorrow. The earth crumbled and its impact is like a Giant stomping its feet on the ground. The earth crumbled even more as the ground's debris are floating, defying the rule so called gravity.

Out of the floating debris were two, no but three blurry images are moving so fast that the naked eye couldn't see. Two of these blurred images are allies; one of them is red and the other is purple while their adversary is colored green. In each floating rock they land, it destroys itself due to their massive energies.

*ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ZOOOOOOOM! WWHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* Fast like a sonic jet.

An explosion occured as the three auras clashed.

Out of the smoke that is caused by the three is a woman who clashed with her dual swords with the green eyed man who manipulates the very earth around him. The woman is engulfed in a ball of fire and embedded her dual swords with it and melted the orbiting rocks around the man. It doesn't stop there as the woman in a purple aura appears behind the green eyed man and freezes the entire block around them thus causing a change of winter wonderland terrain.

"I'm tired of this Zero." Says the woman in red. She have blue beautiful eyes and dark long hair and a wide forehead. "Quit whining, Salamandra. We're trying to capture him not kill him." Now the woman blue is different. Although she have those fierce blue eyes as the woman in red, she is clad in an ice body and her hair is translucent/white that is floating.

The woman in red is named Salamandra while the woman in blue is named Zero.

"Great where did he go?" They asked themselves as the Earthly Man disappeared. "SIAAA!! From below!" The very earth they are stepping at turned into clay and quicksand. "You two are too late.....sooner or later the clowns will devour you like vultures with their meaty meals!"

The two of them looked at each other and held hands. As they held hands, the temperature became crazy as hot and cold collide which caused lightning. The lightning waves like current and the Earthly Man makes the ground as a medium to go on top of the Sky Tower.

Meanwhile a group of special forces are watching the commotion via their binoculars.
"Cryokinetic, Level 7 spotted. Temperature is rapidly decreasing. Geokinetic causing mass destruction spotted, immediate action is required to subdue. Dr. Pride what should we do about the Flame Mage? Eagle 5 to Pride Industries. Over."
"Eagle 2 reporting. Dr. Pride is captive by them clowns. I want that Geomancer out of Senku asap! and send more troops in Shimizu asap! Eagle 3 is not happy with the Clown Freak Show goin' on!-- OHH SHIEEETTTTTT!! AAHHH!! HELP!!!" *disturbing noises and laughter and blood splatter is heard on the phone*

"Eagle 2! Do you copy?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! In 18 minutes Shimizu will fall into Happy Town Empire hahahahahahahhahahahaha!"
Back on the fiery frost earth. "Salamandra don't underestimate him!" Zero worries for her partner. Salamandra and "Geomancer" exchange blows.

End of Prologue

Four Days Later

Shimizu Mega Pyramid City

Morning
7: 30 AM

News reports about last week's incident are all over the news; lots of people died due to the clown mayhem but thank goodness it was thwarted by Japan's Level 10 Heroic Esper, Hermit. With such report, candidates of ENMA Institute are the only ones permitted to go to Shimizu as well as other people who are going to Japan to take the entrance exam.

[Feisty-Pants]

Kotori - Moonlight Sonata

The day began as she always preferred it to: quietly. With only a slight stir from her slumber, the young teacher heard the sound of her weary salvation, the pitched chirp of her coffee maker starting up automatically with the timer she had set.

While such providence brewed in her kitchen, she herself would slowly stride towards her shower. Buttons would come undone, pajamas and undergarments would be cast aside as down the distant hallway, the shower would somehow turn itself on as if it were driven by some immaterial force. All the while, each piece of clothing would loft itself into the air, only to be guided by an invisible hand which set them down into their hamper.

By the time she descended into her shower room, the tiled floors would be slick with moisture, and the mirror covered by the haze of steam. Dissapearing into the mist, Kotori would eventually emerge cleansed in both body and mind for the day.

Then maneuvering towards a dresser, she quickly snagged a comfortable, tan turtleneck sweater for the crisp morning, and then a simple pair of tightly fit blue jeans. On came black lace before them, and a pair of deep azure sandals shortly thereafter.

Straightening the luxurious length of her long black satin hair with a brush, a light application of makeup, and a hint of deep crimson lipstick after would arrive before the rounded rims of her half-moon spectacles. A final glance over herself in the mirror would be met with a self affirming nod as she then departed in the earliest hours of the morning.

Plucking up a small briefcace off polished hardwood with one hand and slinging a purse over the opposing shoulder, she then began her daily trek to work. She was a teacher after all, so the salary wasn't too grandiose. Her other faculty compatriots oft inquired as to why she walked and took the bus when she could fly, and her response was simple: she liked the exercise, and she liked to watch people.

A snap of a door shutting, and a jingling of keys to secure it brought the little Songbird out into the day, with a cup of hot invigorating coffee in hand. Always busy, her streets seemed to be, with vehicles jostling down the uneven road at seemingly all hours, accompanied by the bustling market acrost the street. Tightly gripping her briefcase, she then simply strode quietly to the nearest bus stop, which was only a block distant.

Biting at her lungs, the chilling morning air ran through her, and she seemed to simply embrace it. She loved the cold, the way it bit always brought a sense of sharpness for the day, and once she arrived at the Bus Station, a book came from her briefcase as she waited, as deep eyes of crimson observed closely as it was propped open to where she had left off.

A shocking turn in Edgar Allen Poe's classic short story: The Fall of the House of Usher. A grim tale that told of a brother, obsessed over the love of his sister, and how it wrought his undoing.

She became lost in such a book, only to be jarred abruptly from it by a distraction in the form of squealing bus brakes. Tucking the book beneath her arm, she simply boarded the bus, paid her fare, and sat somewhere in the middle of it all.

There, as the boxy vehicle rumbled along its haphazard route, she watched people. An elderly man with a sagely grin, a mother and her impatient child, a pair of teenagers exchanging mischievous whispers with the occasional glance in her direction, and many more.

As the day grew brighter, the little Songbird arrived at her destination. Smoothly transitioning from her seat, she seemed to glide with perpetual grace away from the bus and across the open grounds. Light footsteps upon cobblestone marked her pace as with subtle intention, she made for where she was due to teach.

Winding hallways and beams of sunlight passing through stirred dust broken by intermittent window supports decorated her path, offering glimpses of the outside world and all of its beautiful greens and chaos, until at last she stood before a hardwood door.

A jostling of keys once more brought the heavy creek of door to open, and shortly revealed a grand piano in the middle of a floor, and an arc of seats that faced stands for sheet music.

Without hesitation, she made for the large instrument in the middle of the class, and there she she sat once the bench was placed for her liking. A heavy click marked the protective cover of the keys, and her fingertips lightly brished across pieces of ivory that seemed bereft with a worn antiquity.

But in fact it were from many hours from which she would play.

A slow, melancholy tune began then. Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata in C Minor, as the young teacher left the door invitingly, waiting for her students to arrive and begin the day.

[Suku]

Aria Fabre|Noble Student?

Aria held tightly onto her hat as a sudden gust happened blowing back her dress as she looked forward at the academy. With a gentle sigh she walked forward her goal clear and precise ignoring distractions she headed towards her goal with all the poise and dignity of a french aristocrat. Reaching her destination she could her the gentle melody of a piano playing growing louder and louder as she walked closer towards her goal. Beethoven if she was not mistaken while not her favorite composer that spot being held Wagner or Mozart she couldn't help but fight the urge to join along with her violin. Eventually she managed to reach her goal the teacher Kotori the "songbird" she heard some whispers call her. A slight smile graced her lips as she greeted her teacher. "Good morning teacher please continue and don't mind me." Aria said as she sat down and placed her hat to the side as she looked out the window watching the scenery.

[NaraK]

Bang Constantine

A young landowner carried a bucket of water over to the back side of an apartment.

It was hard to say that it was an apartment in the first place. Hosting only one floor elevated from the ground, the apartment blended in with a surprisingly rural-looking neighborhood located a fair distance from ENMA University. While most of ENMA's surroundings were consisted of structures frequently seen in cities, it was not uncommon to see less developed towns nearby Pyramid City.

Life was eventful and uneventful in the neighborhood. Whenever big news popped up in the media, the locals would talk about it fervently before returning back to their businesses. Whenever someone decided to host something that stretched across the neighborhood, everyone would jump into it. A small and compact area that lacked anything special to it, which may have explained how uneventful the place was in the first place.

Walking down a cramped road, a man in a blue hoodie kept his hands in his pockets as he stared off blankly at an unknown distance. A young guy around his age ran to his direction as he waved at him.

Bang Constantine waved back with an idle expression.

Being a boxing champion was both easy and hard. The hard part was getting into the heads of his opponents; the easy part was simply the fact that said “getting into heads” part was almost the same throughout each boxing match. Rinse and repeat, mix and match- his strategies were completely randomized and always capitalized on not one, but at least two weaknesses an opponent had. He was not the strongest man in the world, but he certainly was not anywhere near the level of “weak.” For a regular person, he held a monstrous stamina and strength.

Yet he happened to be one of the shortest boxers in history to take the title belt of world circuits.

As he made a turn to the small apartment, the landowner, a woman in her mid twenties, had just finished washing a certain part of the building that got dirty. She smiled and waved at him.

And again, Bang Constantine waved back with an idle expression.

The lack of introductory words from those he knew were not out of respect of his different ethnicity- it was simply due to how they knew he used words minimally. Having the neighbors push out his boxing background out of the way in his daily life made walking around the rural district feel quiet and peaceful- a thing he appreciated, as it contrasted with the loud cheers right outside of the ring.

Jogging up the stairs to the elevated floor, Bang entered his place at the apartment.

And as soon as he did, he took off his shoes, stepped into the small living room and lay sprawled over the floor with the television on.

He had nothing to do for a long time, so he might as well spend said time in the one way he knew how.

Doing nothing.

[Masaki Haruna]

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Teacher's Faculty Tower

"What do you think of the incoming first years, my friends? By the way, make sure to seal the pyramid and the entire Japan, Elisa. I will not accept misconduct as an excuse." The woman in silhouette is the current Vice Principal of ENMA. She orders Elisa to create barrier in both Shimizu and Japan. Her voice is not to be taken for naught in spite of it's seductive tone. The Faculty Executive Tower is at the highest floor of the University which also accounts for meetings as well as The Student Council. "After all, it is only natural for me not to be calm after that failed attempt of an invasion. Right after this, I want you to join Professor Namashiya. It pains me to see you gloomy and to see her without confidence, Elisa my darling." Throwing back what happened four days ago, Takenaka and Shimizu were both invaded; clowns against Shimizu and an Earthly Man in the Sky City.

"Recommendations. Anyone?! What do you want me to do?! I CAN'T CALM DOWN! ALL OF YOU TEACHERS! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! STUDENT COUNCIL, DON'T BOTHER GET OUT OF MY SIGHT TOO! Except for you twins and you cute little magician." She breathed slowly. "Forgive me, Lord Enma. I do not wish to feel wrath. My emotions got the better of me." She thought to herself.

Rouka Shinami

Rouka

A young man with a cool gangsta hat comes in the room, break dancing as a flashy introduction. He dances his way inside with an unorthodox Asian/Chinese Dragon Dance but with a mixture of modern hiphop and 2030's backflips. "FIRST! AHH?!! What the heck, I'm not first. Excuse me, Ms. Is this seat taken?" @Suku Rouka, speaks too fast and his grammar as bad enough as it is, emphasizes his heavy Asian accent. "WOOAAHHHH!!! Your hat is cool too. Ehehehe. Pardon me!" What a scatter brain he tends to be. "Here take this, it's my dance album." "Oh Cute Teacher! Rouka Shinami here, are we starting yet?!"

[Feisty-Pants]

Kotori - Introduction

A flicker of shadow announced the arrival of her first student, identified as a younger girl out of the corner of her eye. It was unnerving certainly, that the class she had been assigned were full of students barely two or three years younger than herself, but as she understood it, she was nowhere near their peer.

So enigmatically, she did not break in her playing of such wondrous music, even as a more rambunctious student joined the fray. She did not even recognize him in any way, even when he called her cute; all she did was continue the melancholy tune which hung almost eerily over the classroom.

Not long after, nearly three dozen more poured into the classroom, busily chattering like sparrows in a tree over innumerable topics. Excitement, nervousness, and even arrogance over the upcoming year. Confidence for some, and humility for the latter would need to be instilled, and swiftly.

The minute hand found the peak of the eighth hour of the morning, and with it, the playing stopped. With a heavy click, the cover which protected the keys slid back into place, and the chair upon which she sat shuddered loudly in the sudden silence which she wrought by the cessation of her music.

Before them all, she stood and steadfastly began the year.

"Good Morning," she stated easily with English tainted by a Japanese accent. "My name is Professor Namashiya Kotori, and I will be one of your various instructors this year. The reason you are here, the reason you have been chosen to be allowed on this campus is because each of you possess a rare gift."

Striding to the open hallway door, the young professor waved for them to follow her. "We are going outside to the soccer fields for a demonstration this morning, as well as introductions. Please, follow me."

Once the classroom fell into file behind her as they casually strolled through the hallways, she continued to speak. "It will be my duty to teach you how to properly maintain and use your abilities, as various as they are, as well as hone them, sharpen them to proficiencies that you might not have ever known."

Twin doors snapped open before them all, and sunlight flooded the eyes of all to reveal a meticulously maintained soccer field. Walking out to the center of the field with the class in tow, the little songbird stopped and turned to face the class. "Please, form a semi circle and observe."

At first as their teacher stood still, there was seemingly nothing taking place. Abruptly however, two streaks of light passed in between Kotori and the class, starting off slowly at first, they would accelerate to the point that two faintly colored rings of light circled the entire field. While narrowly avoiding one another as they passed in opposing directions.

"You will find in my teachings that it is not the largest details that matter, but the most minute. For example, here, I have suspended two Hydrogen atoms in a vacuum in the midair. Atop this, I have also accelerated them to near light speeds in opposing directions as they pass in front of us now. Watch as they collide."

Just as their teacher finished the last syllable, there was an nova of light that erupted in front of them to the sound of shattering glass. A powerful burst that quickly succumbed to an invisible force that contained the explosion. Slowly, the brilliantly beautiful display ceased into a singular teardrop of purely black mass. It seemed to wish to devour everything around it, as even the grass wanted to be pulled into its center.

"This is antimatter," Kotori began almost apathetically. "The very antithesis of existence on this Earth and all there is. If I relinquish the vacuum that I currently surround it with, the moment it touches any form of matter, even molecules of air, it will erupt into a calamitous explosion that could level a city. This is why we, as Espers and Magi, must hold fast to our responsibility to maintain control."

Suddenly, the tiny orb shot skyward, and after a few moments, the sky was filled with a brilliant fireball whose brightness briefly rivaled the sun. Seconds later, the deafening sound of the blast washed over the class in an overwhelming roar that shook the very earth. The wind then arrived, rushing past them and casting their teacher's satin hair to fly about before it settled.

"I am a Telekinetic," she stated as the world regained silence outside of the howling of distant car alarms. "I move and manipulate matter as I see fit. That being said, you now can see what the smallest of things can so incredibly accomplish. Both literally and symbolically. We are minuscule within the grand scheme of the universe. But each of us hold incredible potential, with which we can choose to do either good or evil. What you choose to do, is entirely up to you. If you walk with me, I will show you the way how such incredible power helps, rather than harms others."

Waving her hand nonchalantly to the side, she then offered the students their own opportunity to shine. "Now each of you, one at a time step forward and introduce yourself. If you would like, you can demonstrate your individual talent for not only me, but your classmates to see as well."

(Finished!)

[Grey]

Mika Alkaev - Starting Shot

"Nnngh..."

This is the way the day begins. Not with a bang, but a whimper.

Mika Alkaev rolled on his side and brought the blanket up over his head, shielding himself from the light peeking in through his blinds and promptly did his best to fall back into the sweet embrace of slumber. Unfortunately an important realization quickly dawned on him, and his eyes shot open in tandem with the casting off of his blanket. Before the layer of fabric hit the ground, the blond-haired youth had crossed the room. He stared into the digital clock with bloodshot eyes framed by dark circles. 7:43. Seventeen minutes before he was supposed to be at the university for orientation.

Then the display shifted to read 7:44. Mika set the clock down gently and steadily before sprinting to his closet. He stripped off his shorts and oversized shirt, quickly selected a suitable outfit for today's events, and got dressed. With liberal application of his ability this was a quickly accomplished feat, but by his reckoning he was sure that he still might not make it on time even if he travelled at top speed. Troublesome, but he could cross that bridge when it came to it.

From the depths of his bedroom, Mika Alkaev emerged dressed but plainly disheveled. His eyes scanned the family room and locked on the island. On it were two saran-wrapped plates of breakfast leftovers and his lunch bag, full. He crossed the room in an instant, unwrapped and stuffed the plates into the microwave and... waited. As he waited for the ever-lengthening seconds to pass by, he occupied himself by tidying his messy mane, an increasing sense of dread continuing to grow with every pull of the brush and blink of the microwave's digital display.

BEEP! BEEP!

And then it was gone just as Mika withdrew his breakfast. He took a seat at the table and began loading up on calories for later use. On the table, he noticed a note:

I packed your lunch, don't forget breakfas, and try not to be late. She might be disappointed.

Sasaki

He paused. The taste of food lingered in his mouth for a moment before he swallowed and redoubled his efforts of consumption with but another reason to rush suddenly obtained. Once he'd finished, he packed his satchel with snacks and tomes, snatched his lunch off the table, and promptly exited the door.

---

Now out in the busy "roads" of Pyramid City, pathways mapped themselves in his mind. Efficiency was paramount here; ENMA University was no normal school and getting there was really, really important! "There we go," Mika grinned, breaking into a sprint and rapidly building speed into a yellow streak of wind and light. The apartment was rather inconveniently placed near one of the more districts of towns, but he could turn that to his advantage by taking some of the shortcuts he knew. For now he'd have to dodge crowds and leap, slide and twist around the various obstacles in his path. But even though the veins of the city were his domain, he'd only really be able to let loose with his ability once he'd reach the ground floor; for now, it was controlled bursts interspersed with chomping down on an energy bar.

A very sudden, very bright explosion from the direction of the school disrupted his mental momentum, causing him to stumble, almost tripping if it weren't for his timely reactions. His mind went into overdrive as he raced through all the possibilities, and more importantly, waited for any others to occur. The seconds ticked past like hours until he'd determined that it was acceptable to begin moving once more. Just a false alarm? Perhaps, but it still gave him quite a fright.

---

And finally, Mika skidded to a stop in front of the classroom. Barging in all panicked-like was a manga staple, but hardly conductive to polite company. Briefly he considered attempting to use his ability to get in without anyone noticing, but ultimately decided against it. Once whoever had spoken had concluded. He took a deep, exaggerated breath, turned the knob and stepped into the threshold.

"..."

There was nobody there.

---

After politely asking for directions from the secretary at the office (and verifying that whatever explosion had happened wasn't an emergency), Mika marched on over to the soccer field where his class was supposed to be. At this point, a couple of students had already given their introductions; he could tell as much from the input on the peripheral of his hearing. He crossed the soccer field - soccer wasn't much his thing but eh - and did his best to blend into the crowd of students. At first glance, he was a bit more scruffy-looking than everyone else - no doubt a result of his morning run. As all sorts of students went up, Mika began the task of fixing his hair, organizing the loose strands into something more passable in a crowd of elites like this.

Then he waited.

And promptly decided waiting idly was too much to ask for. Once the previous student returned to the crowd, Mika thrust his hand out to signify his intent and marched up to the front. He opened his mouth to speak, and his mind immediately went blank of what to say. He scanned the crowd. The objective parameters were 'introduce yourself', but beyond that it was up to him how to. "Uhh... Heyeveryone," he began tentatively with a curt little wave, testing the waters for anyone he'd have to make a point of avoiding. "IamMi..." He frowned and then perked up; he was probably speaking a bit too fast, "My... name's... Mika and I'm a Level 4 esper," He scratched at the back of his tilted head, a sheepish smile gracing his tired-looking face. Level 4, or 'barely average', wasn't exactly much of a thing to brag about on second thought... "Yeah that's all, I'll see you guys on the other side of the entrance exams I guess..."

He internally cringed as he stepped back into the crowd. Mistakes were made, but at least he'd done it. Now maybe he should've had the foresight to wait before messing up and being alone with his thoughts. Mika blew his bangs frustratedly. This was going to be a long day, he could tell.

[Suku]

"My name is Aria Fabre a level 7 esper. My ability can be called the manipulation of sound." She said as she walked forward her hat once more upon her head as the gentle breeze started to play with her hair blowing it back and forth gently. With determination in her step she walked forward walked next to the teacher. "A majority of my powers is accomplished threw my voice and music and voice." She continued explaining her ability as a whole it was a dangerous one to showcase but she was sure she could minimize the effects sudden feeling of sadness or depression to other emotions could be just as good. "Beyond that my ability can inflict upon the listener a multitude of emotions to brief spouts of visions. As such to demonstrate it I will be singing to inflict a certain emotions to the listener so please lend me your ears." Aria finished explaining as she took a small bow as she stood up and starting singing before losing herself in the song as she started to use her ability to inflict emotions at a rapid pace into the people around her.

the song Aria is singing

[Masaki Haruna]

Mood
Blue Text: Casual Rouka
Red Text: Intimidating, Cocky, Arrogant Rouka

Rouka is amazed of witnessing someone with the voice of an angel. "Damn's she's my type." Proceeding to have lustful thoughts, he slapped himself hard. "No, I'm here to study not to flirt around!"

"My turn already?" Rouka questioned himself and smirked.

Flamboyant Entrance

"Rouka Shinami." His voice alone made female candidates in the clas swoon over him, his voice has a tone of baritone and felt like a wind chilling in the spine.

"I'm a Mage or better yet a Silversmith. I have the power that was once called Alchemy." He snapped his fingers and the metal around the classroom turned into clay as well as half clay, half metal. "I'm able to not only manifest clay and the metal called silver with my magic but I can duplicate anything to my own accord."Rouka replicates an Aria who was singing just a while ago with his magic. The silver and clay combo manifested a silverish liquid mixed with black clay and Clone Aria sang the same song.

With a rapid succession of changing the clone's outfit into different culture such as Chinese, Indian etc.

"Silver Clay is the name of my magic. It's what I called forging dreams into reality such as...." Rouka then duplicated Proffessor Namashiya and the boy named Mika(Genderbended) into a fanservice fest, both are wearing a swimsuit."Hmmm... indeed my magic is versatile" Rouka further demonstrated that it can be used as weapons into various shapes as well as break dancing with a hip hop version of Mika and Prof with american dancing break dancer clothing.. "Although it's true I can replicate physical appearances and even objects, my magic also has its limits. I can't imitate anyone's abilities nor its unique attributes. A while ago it's quite taxing to perform a feat of Ms. Fabre's frequency and tone of voice. I have to put a lot of effort to focus my mana, notice how it's not as fluid compare to the original?"
He takes off his shirt. Well his jacket top and he's wearing just a normal shirt right now. "Last but not least, it all boils down to creativity, imagination is the limit. I am currently out of ideas. Anybody wants to be a billionaire?" He uses his magic and created pocketful of cash raining in the classroom and uncasted it. He winked at everybody. "Just kidding!" Crushing everyone's hope of ever becoming one.

"I believe that in the entrance exam, I will not lose. I am born to join ENMA University as I adore..." He looks at Ms. Namashiya like a puppy. "When you see me, be warned. Don't judge the book by its cover or you'll regret it!" Ending his presentation with a cocky end.

Going back to his seat. "What's this. I feel...."

Meanwhile, the Vice Principal telepathically speaks into Prof. Namashiya's mind. "GOD. All of our staff members are useless. Kotori, if you don't mind can you please bring Mr. Constantine into your class and the loitering students as well. Second thought I am sending a special someone to retrieve him but do consider what I say, bring that slacker in or else u dead. I am sick and tired of overseeing unwanted behavior in my crystal ball. I just killed Elisa for breaking protocol. Hope I won't get charged for murder. Just kidding! Also do it quick. I'm beginning to lose patience here. I'm gonna have to ask you to perform a telekinetic barrier around the school after you orient YOUR CLASS! HURRY THE HECK UP!" The Vice Principal is the meanest and nastiest person in the University, nobody likes her from the looks of it. Not even her staff can take her nagging.

[Feisty-Pants]

Prof. Namashiya Kotori - Retrieval

Passively, she watched as a the students went about their introductions one by one in a smooth procession. Carefully she observed each for how they acted, both in and out of their respective elements. Some would cue her interest, others would not, few would irritate; though she never remotely displayed such a thought.

A handful in particular she would have to keep note. A Songstress, a boy who alters metal, and a peculiarly quiet boy who opted not to display what he could do. It were curious at least, yet she decided it would be unwise to push him further for hisnfellow students to see.

Maybe he was hiding it for a reason. Awkwardness? Nervousness? Shame? Each option seemed as imperceivable as the last, yet she simply let it be for now.

Once again, as the last student who wielded pyrokinesis in beautiful arcs of fire stepped back into the semi circle, the Songbird commandingly took back center stage.

"Excellent, and commendably done." She began, glancing about at the students who were not much younger than she. "If you survive the endeavors soon to be set befo-" From nowhere, she paused in mid sentence with a brief look of surprise.

It was a message, as curt as it were perhaps long winded from the Vice Principal. Listening to each instruction carefully and ignoring the nonsense, the Professor's speech resumed smoothly once the message ended.

"Pardon me for this interruption. It seems as if we have a truant, to which I must address." She turned then, striding easily from the circle of students for the sake of safety. Before the eyes of all, she lifted herself a few feet off the earth by an invisible hand.

"Rule one. Listen to my instructions, and Rule Two: Be civil. Talk amongst yourselves and get to know one another, you will need teammates and help to succeed. I will return momentarily. Also...you may want to cover your ears."

Abruptly, she ascended with astonishing rapidity into the air, and before long, a sharp change of direction caused a rupture that caused the earth below to shudder as she tore through the azure skies. Thankfully, the order to go retrieve the student came with apt directions, and sye knew just where to find him. Less she might have been sent on a wild goose chase.

With due haste, she landed ever quietly in front of the small apartment where she was to find him. Surely, a young woman knocking on his door might cause some alarm or awkwardness, but now wasn't quite the time for such things; she had a job to do. Work to be done, lessons to be imparted and much more.

So deftly her hand rose, and she rapped sharply upon the doorway to Bang Constantine's home. Once the gateway was pushed away, she would meet the boy eye to eye and spoke casually, as if she had been reciting what to say in her mind all the while.

"Good evening, Mr. Constantine, I presume?" She started pleasantly with a radiant and charming smile that crossed her lips. "I am Professor Namashiya Kotori, a teacher working at ENMA. Your presence is, well, demanded in a sense. If convenient, please come with me. If inconvenient, come anyway."

(Finished!)

[Grey]

Mika Alkaev - Sound

The individuals who went up stage before and after Mika were... well, definitely people. If he was being honest with himself, they weren't super impressive people. Sure, they had neat powers and strong powers and no powers, but nothing that particularly stuck with him. Lots of flashy, combat-grade show-offs though - appropriate for a school like this, in hindsight. '"Make sure to pay attention, Mika,"' the words repeated in his head, '"Keep an eye out for troublesome competition."' Now that would have been good advice, but he was confident he could deal with any combat examination. He stopped playing with his hair. Written examination though...

But before he could start worrying about having to do advanced level mathematics or whatever his mind could conjure up, someone walked up on stage. Normally he'd have paid only a token mind and just continued to play with his hair and bemoan his existence, but then he heard it. He stood up on his tippy-toes to get a better look past the crowd.

It!! Was!!! Her!!!!

Sasaki had told him that someone by that name was attending the academy, and the person playing up at front was totally the person in the picture! Although... He couldn't really understand a single word of the music and all the sounds blended into each other, but it still made him feel all weird and moodswingy. Kind of like medication but a lot faster. At any rate, moodswings weren't that foreign to him, but he was still a bit jarred by the power. Messing with peoples' heads was, in his world, kind of a dick move. Still, the power was a formidable one if applied correctly... Though needing a sonic component was an exploitable flaw.

A couple more people came up, came off, nothing particularly of his interest. There was a cocky dude with glorified play-dough that he didn't particularly like the look of, but other than that it was pretty average all around. Unfortunately, just as they were about to put an end to this meet and greet, Prof. Namashiya was called away... for something. That aside, Mika decided that this was ample opportunity for a meet and greet - just as their teacher had instructed. He began making his way through the students towards the hatted blonde. Slight adjustments to his movement courtesy of his perceptions allowed the young man weave through the crowd of students quickly and effortlessly, like water running through a pipe.

Mika looked over one shoulder, then the other as if he was watching out for someone trying to get a jump on him. He poked Aria on the shoulder. "Ah~#\Ree-~Ah," Mika greeted in his best sing-song voice (which is to say, a very tone-deaf one), "Hi."

[Mira Yasaka]

The Fourth Student: Meifang Lin

Mira is red
Haru is blue
But then Mira is pink
Are you a pervert?

Y-Ye--- and I'LL PUNCH YOU!
Moments prior the introductionsCollaboration
I have my headphones on the entire time, watching the legendary Martial Artist, Brock Lerris. His movements were faster than lightning because the cameras couldn't even capture it even with their hi-tech features. When suddenly,a guy just sat on me! Like really? How could he not notice that I am here. Either he is a voyeur or just outright disrespectful. It's so heart pumping and I never felt close physical contact with a man before. This Voyeur Man's behind causing friction on my entire body! Definitely a Voyeur!

"EHEHHH!!! Sorry!" Rouka apologizes to the young lady he accidentally seated on and went a distance away from her. "I feel so off today. Is it me or is it the songs I listen too?" Rouka had no time to think other than that prove his innocence.

I look at him with an eyebrow raised. He is still sandwiched with me. "Dude can you not?!" I punched his face so hard that it made his lips bleed. Little did I know that he'd retaliate.

"Rouka Kick!" Rouka kicks her to the face. "Oh shit.. you're a girl?!"

I got back up with my lips bruised as well.

Thinking that he got as far away from her, Rouka didn't. He thought he did for a while but it seems like he's hallucinating for whatever reason that he doesn't know. It's like his seeing things and it is eating him up, delaying even his attention span and reaction time.

The two turned the classroom into a Kung Fu skirmish match as students began wanting more from them.

I assaulted the Voyeur Man and trash talk in Chinese while delivering all my rapid underground kicks and punches as though as I am dancing and he is blocking them.

"Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean it but could we please stop this! I didn't know you were seated at that seat and I thought it was my seat!"

"I don't care Mr. Hentai!" I said it in English with a hard Cantonese accent. He probably didn't understand what I have said prior to that and perverts like him deserve to be castrated simply because they are disrespectful to women. He punches back.

"Uman? You no wo-- maann yuuuu is gorilla." Ugh. What? What did he just say? Not only he is a Voyeur Man, Women Abuser but to think that his grammar is this bad? He is literally the worst person ever.

"Listen. I love fine women but I hate women that don't act like women so I don't give a crap if I beat one like you!" He strikes back and followed up with a backflip and throw rigged knives from my fan which pin him down to the ground.

"Your mind is like a child you mongrel!" Saying that to him made him stop for a while.

"What did you say?" He asks the girl.

"MONGREL!"
"GORILLA!" Rouka gets up and attempts to do a headbutt which worked and they butted their heads and the skirmish might not end unless a Professor or anyone with balls try to stop them.

[Suku]

Turing around she looked at the one who tapped her shoulder. He looked somewhat familiar probably seen him in a picture or something somewhere. Though the way he tried to do a sing-song voice was kind of bad and it was probably due to her pride but she couldn't help but cringe slightly at how tone deaf it was. "Ah pardon me but do I know you?" She asked her voice soft as she smiled at the one who grabbed her attention. He was that speed oriented person if she remembered correctly it was certainly a interesting ability to say the least. With that said she couldn't help but continue to ponder where she seen his face before it seemed like she seen it before.

[Masaki Haruna]

Meanwhile.....
Afghanistan

This war never ends as soldiers now battle with Exo Suits against Esper terrorists and if it isn't enough then Mecha Drones that are meant to destroy crowd Esper terrorists. Enemy drones are outnumbering the alliance of Japan and America.

Current American-Japanese army

Drones used to fight Espers

"Sending in Zero. Roger."/"Roger that to Eagle 1."/"Copy, Eagle 5" Missiles were fired in the war zone and they deploy a girl from the sky, well she typically jumped down of the jet plane and began freezing everything at sight.

"RUN! IT'S ZERO OF JAPAN!"/ "IT'S JUST A BRAT!" Said the enemy troops.

She later received a phone call from the Dynamic Watch

Adam Pride

Unbreakable Fort Knox
A man of power and fortune, the Genius, God of Science, Geography Developer and Philanthropist; Adam Pride tells Zero that she's not suppose to intervene with the skirmish that had been going on for years.

"I told you not to go! Japan needs you! What the heck is Kirima doing at times like this?!"
-----------------

"Heh?! I thought you told me to go and go fight some giant mecha right here? Are you sure you weren't drunk and viewing scrapbooks of your waifu?"--- "I never s-----"

-----
Zero drops the call and complained like she always do. Stomping her feet to the ground twice and puffing her cheeks and crossing her arms. "Stupid Dr. Pride, I'm tired of this old geezer ordering me around."
"Hey brat! I am Lord Alahu Barako. Lord of this country, I will take over the world and--"

"Ha?! Shut up already Pride. Don't go viewing my Lookbook profile! Idiot! NO- NO! NOT THE ONE WITH SWIMSUITS!! TCH...." She yells at her phone watch at the top of her lungs. "THIS IS NO WONDER YOUR WIFE LEFT YOU!"
"Brat. I will first destroy America and then Japan and----."

"ENMA? Screw this. I've already skipped every school year, I'm a genius you idiot. Screw you! I rather have you view my sister's Lookbook profile, I bet that flame brain likes it when it's spicy!"

"Brat-"

"Shut up. I am not a brat. I am way older than you. You're just another brat inside a War Machine Mecha Destroyer Suit! The heck. If this generation have child soldiers these days. I am 15 years old and you are nothing but a 10 year old who can't fight with his own hands. Take me to the real Lalabu bakro, who is your dad.. You and your middle eastern namings. I swear it's worst than my sister making me eat hot stuff."
"I have a bomb that will kill everyone in this country! BE IT CRIMINALS! RAPISTS! ADULTS AND CHILDRENS!"

"YOUR GRAMMAR SUCKS!" Zero yelled.

"The only way to stop it is to diffuse the bombs with intense nitrogen diffuser!"

"Fine. I'll do that then."
"YOU'RE DEAD AND WE'RE ALL DEAD!!!!!!!!!""""

A flash of light is about to come out of the Mecha Suit. But then everyone started dropping their weapons as they look up in the sky. The temperature began to drop hard and low, as Zero drops a comet on the battlefield.

The bomb didn't explode but everyone was frozen solid like a sculpture of ice statues.

"They're still breathing."
"BUT HOW! Your ice powers screws with logic if that's the case!"

"Quantumia. QP is the law that Espers follow and therefore... ahhh I'm a level 8. I don't need to convince you and tell me where your father is. He just have to come to me."

"Son! I'm not gonna surrender!"

"Dad why you have your hands up like you're gonna surrender?!"

"One of my ice abilities: Puppet Control. Our body is part water, I simply just froze part of his insides. Don't get me wrong I'm a Cryo-freak. I don't simply control ice but I am the embodiment of ice, water, and wind itself therefore Winter Zero is my name. You can call me R....."

=====
After a mission success.

She's back in Japan and Pride was there too. "You could have leave it to Kotori or have asked your sister to join."

"SHUT UP. I wanna talk to Kirima-san regarding my next mission. @RaijinSlayer I am not gonna accept my loss against a filthy, ass shaker, ability theft, fraud, faker, ability stealing idiot. We got lots of criminal running about and since when the heck did clowns happened? Kotori-san is reduced to a low life Professor in ENMA. BTW you should have sent her to IRAQ."

"Afghanistan!" Pride commented. "You're right. They all look the same. I sometimes ask myself if Chinese, Japanese, and Korean are all the same people by 1 person."
"No way I am going to that school. I am a crime fighter not a student. "
"Ironic considering you are wearing one of Kotori's inventions. You look generic." Pride said

"PFFHMM! I am not. I just wear this because of its inherent properties with the GPS, healing factor, and clothing damage regeneration. Pride. Where the heck is Kirima. I need him to give me my next mission."

Zero later calls the Songbird. "K is red, R is blue, N.K is purple oh wait... you're in class while I'm saving the world and where are you?"

WIP.

[Feisty-Pants]

Prof. Namashiya Kotori - Patient Songbird

With a long, painfully silent pause; the little songbird patiwntly waited for the door to open. Being sent to retrieve prospective students who didn't seem to want to get anywhere close to ENMA seemed a moot point, but it was an duty she'd have to embrace nonetheless. The key to it all was that in the end, no matter how much power she had, she could not force anyone to join the academy.

It was a matter of persuasion, and for some reason the Dean thought she, a quiet, simple girl, was one capable of such persuasion.

Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't, other times she was even met with hostility, it was all really a game of chance. A game which, judging by the lack of movement within Bang's apartment, was an endeavor she had evidently lost.

Sighing and attaching her business card onto the door by a simple piece of tape, Kotori pivoted gracefully on her heel and lifted herself into the air. Rising silently above the skyline and gaining a remarkable amount of altitude before sharply changing direction and heading back towards the school.

It was not until she reached over the water that she broke into hypersonic speed. Tearing through the atmosphere at well over seven times the speed of sound that caused a deafening blast to rupture the air. It was the very same kind of traveling speed which enabled her to be anywhere on the Earth in just minutes.

It only took a few seconds to arrive back at the Academy.

The sight that greeted her was grossly dissatisfactory. A fight had broken out, and students were strewn about safe in hiding from the maliciousness of others. A scowl crept up on her lips as she landed on the Ground, and she simply raised her hand in silence.

There was not a word of warning, but suddenly the two aggressors found themselves unable to move, barely even able to breathe. As if someone held their entire bodies fast by an invisible hand.

Kotori spoke, only then.

"I recall giving simple instructions. Talk amongst one another, introduce yourselves. Nothing was mentioned about allowing reckless sparring."

The two were then propelled across the field to be as far apart as possible from one another. Then and only then, the professor continued.

"If I had any say since you're both merely prospective students, I would have you removed from this campus and promptly confined. However, the powers that be state that you must be allowed the chance." Setting them both down, Kotori released them from her telekinetic grasp and gifted them with freedom once again.

"But what you have done here has made it infinitely more difficult to procure a key to be granted entrance to this institution. And that key is my recommendation." Her voice seemed to speak with a hint of rashness then, and she turned back towards the school and began a nonchalant walk back towards it.

"For the morning, and for breakfast, class is dismissed. You will find your white prospect uniforms back in the classroom where you met me today. Labeled with your names, and sized accurately to each of you to boot." She stated casually, as the new class followed her back to the school.

"Each uniform has specific properties. GPS location, bulletproof to a point, flame retardant, impact resistant, and it even has self repairing properties alongside a minor healing factor to help you recover from the injuries you will inevitably be dealt. Pay heed however, no matter how great a defense it can provide, it will not make you invincible. Good day now, see you at noon back in my classroom."

Without another word, she strode back into the school, just in time to have her phone jingle a playful tune, indicating a phone call.

Picking it up, it was none other than the Ice Queen herself, inquiring as to where she had been.

The answer was embarassingly simple. Even still, there was a hint of a sorrowful smile.

"I have been coralling future saviors today. Where have you been? Afghanistan as usual I presume? I'm surprised I didn't get dispatched. I assume that it was a problem easily handled by yourself, no? Was Kirima-San there, by any chance?"

Of course the last question was for her own sake, hoping to hearthat Sasaki was doing well.

[Grey]

Sasaki Kirima - Killing Me Softly

Sitting around a long table, listening to a speaker's presentation was, for all their feigned excitement and statistical backing, droll and soul-destroying - in other words, it was your usual business meeting. Unfortunately, this type of thing was to be expected in his line of work. Though on paper he was a researcher, at this point in time he was little more than a glorified secretary, propelled above - yet still somehow below - his station through his contacts.

At least it paid well.

The giant's eyes stayed planted on the front of the room, but his mind began to wander. He wondered how long this meeting would take. He wondered what he'd make for dinner tonight. And finally, he wondered how those two kids were doing at university. They weren't exactly social butterflies by any meaning of the term, but he had faith in them and their ability to make lasting bonds. Or at the very least, not completely breakdown without his supervision (though that was a problem moreso for one than the other). He looked down to the phone on his thigh, tempted to inquire about how things had progressed so far. He clicked it on before noting that it hadn't been all that long since their classes were supposed to have started. He closed his phone and briefly considered that he might be worrying a bit too much...

Suddenly, a notification.

'So she's finished already,' the Sasaki thought, 'Though considering the time zones, I shouldn't be too surprised...' He reached for his phone and brought it up to the table. At this point he'd eliminated all pretenses of paying attention; fortunately, nobody would really care. It's not as if they'd thought highly of someone like him before. He skimmed through the mission report. Though the mission was a success, it was definitely a Tsurara-brand success: showy, messy, and with lots of extraneous action. The Tsurara girl was a like a wrecking ball compared to the surgical scalpel of his main operative. But wrecking balls had their place; you don't use a scalpel when you want to take down a building after all.

He sent a text to Adam Pride:

K

Sasaki

Mika Alkaev - Disheartened

"..."

Mika stared into space for a few moments, his mind processing Aria's statements and her reactions again and again and again AND AGAIN. He was not having a good time, and it was pretty clear by the slight trembling. After a few awkward moments he took a breath and spoke: "Oh. Ok." He was thinking about what else to say before their teacher descended from the heavens to stop a fight from erupting between two students - the playdough guy and an Institute girl. His lips became a hard line as Professor Namashiya gave her instructions for the rest of the day and absconded.

'First things first, I'd better pick up the uniform,' Mika decided, detaching himself from the current situation with Aria and heading to the classroom. He arrived first with little difficulty and began inspecting the uniform. It reminded him of a different uniform, but the color wasn't really his style. It reminded him a bit too much of his time in Seneca. Ignoring those lingering thoughts, he peeked out the doorways and out the windows before quickly dressing up.

[Mira Yasaka]

Fan

School
This uniform feels good. It feels....power... it feels good. I slap my cheeks and declare that I will not and I must not be defiled by a shortcut power school uniform, I rather rely on my own power. I have a goal to achieve and I must not fail it.

This University is fun indeed. It even have its own Hair O You can, it is an Android that instantly styles your desired hairstyle regardless of length. It can even give you long or short hair and even restore from baldness. I had my hair cut down short since it was frizzy. I took the liberty of really looking around in the school. I used my D-Watch to navigate around and it blended well with my uniform.

So much to do, so little time.

D-Watch is a device invented and created by Adam Pride. It is a convenient tool that is common at this age. It is everything that people in the early 2010's desired, a multi tasking device. I'm not quite sure what else it does, better to ask Prof. Namashiya or the man behind the device Adam Pride himself.

Everything else was going right until that guy came along. How can someone like him know 信 勇?( Xin Yong) For a resented, discriminated, shunned country as China, a Chinese myself, and a disciple of Jin Wei Shifu know of his techniques? This is something I will overlook on and I will not acknowledge that person.

As the inheritor and remnant of my country, I stand firm and proud of my heritage in spite of all the discrimination this Mega City have to offer.

Clearly, a lot of Chinese are being slaughtered out of hate due to the Second Pacific War. I know my people started it first but there are innocent people too and they don't deserve this.

[Feisty-Pants]

Prof. Namashiya Kotori - Time for Breakfast

Quietly proceeding through the hallways, the little songbird fondly reminisced about the days of the past. Where life was simpler, Espers were just starting to truly blossom in the world, and they weren't just there for war or profit. Days where she could quietly read a book with an old friend, and not worry over the stability of the world.

A time where she didn't have to watch the news with a sense of dread with every disaster that occurred, or every conflict that broke out.

It was then that she realized that she had forgotten something. Something she had promised many years ago, and still kept to as often as she could. Turning quickly, Kotori broke into a hurried run and burst through the open doors to the outside world. With the inviting warmth of the sun on her face, she took a moment in this serenity before exploding into the air, and tearing off in a particular direction.

Whisking through the air above the market that sprawled across the landscape right next to her apartment, she quickly procured a series of ingredients. Thin sliced turkey, rich whole grain bread, vibrant roma tomatoes, crisp red leaf lettuce, crunchy bacon, provolone cheese, and a egg cooked over easy with a speckling of black pepper from a breakfast nook. Payment would clatter upon the table of each as she proceeded to similarly buy a plump orange and a delectable granny smith apple.

Pausing for a brief moment, an invisible knife would chop up the lettuce, slice the tomatoes, and then the delectable looking sandwich would come together suspended in the air. Wrapped tightly ina ziplock bag then, the same invisible knife would slice up the apple, and apply a hint of lemon juice to help preserve it, and of course add an extra hint of tartness. The orange would be quartered, and then cut into eighths afterward, and both would find ziplock bags for both.

Tucking them neatly into a brown paper bag, a quartet of Lemons would be bought as she strode along the market's hallway. While they trailed past her in the air, the four citrus fruits would seem to skin themselves, tear themselves apart into a juicy, tattered mess, and get dropped into a cup of ice and water, only to get blended together with some sugar to create a delicious cold lemonade.

Kicking off into the air once again with this delectable lunch, a sharp change in direction brought her towards an office tower. Subtly unlocking a window telekinetically from the inside, the young Professor nonchalantly walked towards a Secretary's desk.

A secretary that always looked puzzled whenever she appeared. Even though she had been doing this at least once a week since she found out he was working there.

She had promised years ago to make him lunch from time to time, a promise that she would continue to hold fast to.

"A lunch dropoff to Kirima Sasaki." Her melodic, Japanese-tainted voice quietly stated, not wanting to risk disturbing any ongoing work that might be going on behind the heavy looking doors.

Handing the bag of food and glass of lemonade alike to the Secretary, a hint of a bittersweet smile crept upward on her lips as she turned about and headed back towards the open window at the end of the hallway.

Swinging open the window, she would stand upon the edge that lead to the open sky beyond, and she would lift herself into the cool breeze, only to suddenly plummet towards the Earth. As the sidewalk neared with growing rapidity, she would calmly wait.

Terrified cries from below worried for her mortality would ring out, only to be silenced as she abruptly changed direction. Skimming above heads and traffic alike as she only hoped for one simple thing: she wanted him to enjoy his lunch.

Arriving quickly back at the school, the little Songbird walked quietly through the front door, and began the long walk back to the cafeteria to similarly grab a bite to eat.

Plucking up a tray, she carefully selected an apple, an orange, and a bowl of cereal alongside a glass of Orange Juice and a glass of milk before finally sitting down at a table, alone.

Miserably so, yet it was a weakness she would never show.

Instead she took a bite of cereal, opened her phone, and began to read about the news of the day. Hoping that she would not find something that she would be forced to help or support.

[Raijinslayer]

???-Syria

"Have you cleared out the Alliance Base, Sir?"

"Yes, and good on you for calling right when I told you. I told you that it wouldn't take more then 5 minutes at most."

"Yeah, yeah, you can brag about it at the lunch I now have to by you. Stand-by while our mages get a lock on your position to teleport you back."

"Watch the tone, Jason. Remember, you speak to me with respect or suffer the consequences."

"Y-yes sir, understood."

A figure chuckled as he put away his communicator, turning around to look at the building he'd just exited. It was a rather average looking outpost on the outside, but inside was a rather elaborate and state of the art facility that the Alliance ahd been using to keep tabs on the local opposition, some terrorist group of little importance that had apparently hd such trouble that they had sent a representative to his underworld contacts in order to hire his company's services. Given the nature of the contract and the need to keep things very, very quiet, he'd taken the job himself. It was rather simple to take out the people stationed here once he had completely dismantled their automated defenses and communications with an EMP pulse. Then it was only a matter of methodically taking out every person within the facility. Every person was killed quickly with either a knife or a bullet, not wanting to leave too much of a trace of what kind of Esper had done this. Still, he'd expected a bit more of a challenge from the whole thing. Overall, it was much, much too easy, made him wonder why the Terrorist cell even bothered to pay so much to take it out. Whatever the case, it wasn't his problem and, as he felt the slight tug of the teleportation magic take hold of him, he pressed a button on the inside of his coat jacket before he was sent away.

Seconds later, the entire building would be blown to smithereens from the many, many explosives that he had littered the place with. With no survivors, no surveillance tapes, and now not even a smidgen of usable evidence, it be nearly impossible for anyone to know how the base was taken out. Whether the base's destruction would do anything to change the balance of power in the region, however, was something to be seen in the future, and if it did, it could mean more work for his company in the future, so whatever the case, it was a win-win for him.

---

As the fight was halted and uniforms, a rather unassuming boy was watching the whole thing in a rather nervous manner. He was a rather plain-looking sort, with black hair, an average face, and no real definitive quirks to speak of, unlike a few of his classmates. However, one would notice that his gaze had been fixated on their teacher for sometime, but nearly all would write that off as a the beginning of a crush upon the beautiful young teacher, or perhaps even a bit of fearful/starstruck nature at being in the presence of an honest-to-god Level 10.

The truth, however, was something much interesting.

From a secret location, a man was looking through the boy's eyes via a bond of corruption that ran through his blood. Before meeting him, the boy was a rather weak and unimpressive Telekinetic, barely able to lift or bend utensils. After being reborn through the corruption, however, his powers had been greatly improved, to a point where it was almost scary. And to see the height of what his powers could accomplish, he could only imagine what his leader could do with that kind of power. The man to was wondering this, though he had suffered a more hands on account of that power.

Tendou-san, how long do I have to be here again? I'm always willing to serve but . . . but what if they find me out?

Don't worry, my vassal, just keep calm and observe. The chance of them finding out is very low, and even if they do, do you thing I'd let them lay a single finger on you and get away with it. You're apart of my family, and I'll defend just as fiercely as another. Now just relax and observe. I need to know if this woman has any weaknesses that I can exploit. Detestable as it is, she's a large obstacle in my way to Adam Pride and a need to know of ways to take her down, at least to a point where I can reason with her from a position of strength.

The boy gave his response, as well as a report of what he'd been able to gather. It seemed that the boy was indeed quite taken with the young teacher, but he assured his leader that it wouldn't be a problem if the time came for it. An assurance that the man had absolute faith would be followed through. Through their connection, they were family, and every had an inkling of what the other was thinking or feeling, and this openness lead to a desire to protect each other that was greater and stronger than any bond of patriotism or nationalism, as everyone of them was willing to die or become devils for the sake of their brothers and sisters.

Meanwhile, in his facility deep in the earth, the man would frown, his thoughts still focused on the Level 10 thorn in his side. The other two who had been with her, a fire mage and Cryo-kinetic respectively, when he had taken up the persona of Earth, were hardly a problem for him to deal with, and easily countered, but that Kotori was a very challenging foe. While he had ways to avoid her telekinetic grip, she could cause all kinds of problems with the level of control she could enforce on the building blocks of the universe, and she's only been Level 10 for a short time. The longer it took to come up with a solution, the stronger she would get and the less likely he'd be at enacting his revenge upon this city and the man in control of it all.

Just the thought of that man, drew up a rather sinister look upon his face, as his hands curled up into fists from where he was sitting, before letting out a sigh. Rising from his seat, the man would walk out of his observation room which was completely sparse of decoration besides a chair to help him focus. Running a hand through his raven black hair, the man would open the door and step out into the rest of his base, mind already shifting to the coming preparations for their next attack against the corruption that infested Pyramid city.

---

Looking down on the class from a roof up above was a lone figure, a man in a black trench coat with a walking cane in hand, the tip being that of a golden skull with a black diamond placed in it's mouth. The man's hazel eyes would glow gold for a second as he focused his energies upon a singular person in the group, the Silver clay user, but upon sensing this magical presence and turning to investigate it, the boy would see nothing. However, by his foot, he'd notice a small nugget of gold that seemed to have popped up from the very dirt, only to disperse into dust as soon as it was percieved by the young man.

[Masaki Haruna]

Lunch Time 12: 15 PM
Never has it been cold but a quick return trip to Japan wouldn't hurt by a private jet plane. Nope! But by playing with the clouds and using prana to make it float? Zero kept thinking of whatever possibilities her powers could do but from the looks of it, it's unrealistic. Anyways, she's already in Japan but thinking way back earlier. It's just too much to ponder that why can't an Ice Esper fly yet an Ice Mage can't?

"This is such a drag! I don't need to go to University and yet dad and Pride are pulling my leg on it, at least I'm not alone." She texted Kotori and Sasaki.

In Japanese her pronouns are:atashi あたし
kimi きみ 君 informal

:P I'm on my way to ENMA. Apparently I'm gonna be a student heh, the good ol' me is suppose to fighting crime and not in school. Cuz yeah.. I have to finish my studies. I'm 15 years old and turning 16 and I finished High School like last year cuz placement test and was the StuCo President of my Middle School when I was 13. Talk about Esper perks. Your mind is great if you are an Esper. What's the point of taking University if you are smart as hek.

I can't be bothered with people whom I don't even care about. Cuz I am too great for them. I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL DAMN IT! WHICH REMINDS ME! Kirima! When are we gonna get to watch Baby Rich' Baseball? He's coming next week remember? Sheesh... you can't even keep your promise. Also, what's my next mission? Please tell me being in a University full of n00BS is my next mission........

[@D-Watch SMS
MyBook Account Username: I'mTooCoolForU]

Rouka
Cafeteria"Yo Prof." Rouka greets Kotori. "Can I join you? I got lots of stuff to ask, I'm kinda having a bad feeling about a few things. Well many things."

"First of all. This monkey right here keeps bothering me into joining his schtick!" Rouka points out to one of the upperclassmen. "Like she just went gangsta on me and then she's gonna tell me to team up with her?"

"I'm a guy Shinami. Also don't talk to Prof. like that, I might shove this pipe in your a**."

Rouka while sucking his lollipop almost choked to what he just said. "I ALMOST DIED!"

"Hehe" The upperclasmen laughed.

"Proffy! Shinami is the worst student you can have, I can't believe a 1st year like him would get more than one fight for such a first day and his grammar is poor by mixing him and her in a sentence." Meet Gon Yagami, Kotori's P.A, he hugs her in front of the first year.

Rouka's reaction is that are all upperclassman this crazy? He haven't even been marked as an official student of ENMA and yet he's being asked to join clubs.

"By the way. She's also messing around with me." Rouka points at Fan.

He started crying out of nowhere. "It's golden......." He mumbled.

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@RaijinSlayer
@NarayanK
I, the Sapphire Witch will be entertained~

Pyramid City just like every other advanced city created by a Megacorp is filled with beings that have a superpower. Looking at the students with her third eye, it got her a excited. So many students, so many too choose. Choose for what?

Many of the students in E.N.M.A University are disappointingly just Espers and it is very rare to have a Mageborn among them.
"Amusing it be, it might even be for Ai yet it's not amusing for me." She carries a book and sat at the branch of a tree.

"The Entrance Exam is about to happen in an hour. It looks like the Immortal Phoenix and Zero are going to be in this school. Ai might ponder about it. That in mind, The Songbird of all Espers is the main obstacle."

Adam Pride
"Leaving so soon, Gwen?"
"Don't call me that... I do plan to leave but something tells me that your children(students and teachers being referred too) indeed have potential."

Adam sighed. "You and your recruitment procedures. There's a reason why I have limited amount of Mageborn in my School you know that?"

She sighed. "Well. I don't suppose Syria is the best place to live as well as anything in the Middle East. For a man of the century like you. You sure have the guts to roam about without any pawns. You just got kidnapped by Clowns a week ago and yet you seem to not be bothered after all that. Your school? Does every achievement belong to you?"

Adam chuckled. "You got one hour to leave. Kotori will not go easy on you nor do I."