As Cheol rounded the corner, only half-watching where he was going as the other half of his mind was listening to the mask continued to whine at him, the young boy ended up collided with enough student, a boy a good few years older than him. This collision not only caused the older boy to spilled his drink over himself and his sandwiches, but also caused Cheol to spill a little of the hot chocolate Dorian had made from.
"Crap!" Cheol cursed, wincing slightly as he felt the hot drink seeping into his clothes, once he recovered, he looked at the other boy. "S-sorry!" he said hastily. "I-I didn't see you there! A-are you okay?"
"Porca troia!" Paul shouted in frustration as he watched the coffee he was about to drink go to waste like that. If that wasn't enough, he became even more angry when he realized the sandwitches were ruined, "Cazzo! cazzo! cazzo!" he exclaimed as he looked through the paper bag that contained the sandwitches. "Che confusione!" he said while looking down at his now ruined as well, clothes.
"S-sorry! I-I didn't see you there! A-are you okay?"
Paul only noticed the boy in front of him when he spoke to him, asking him if he was okay. "Y-yeah. I'll manage somehow... Pfft" he said and sighed. "Anyway, did you happen to see a boy coming out of the infirmary? I'm his new roommate" he asked the boy.
Cheol got the instinct impression he'd really pissed off the other boy was just about to slip away and leave him alone when the boy asked him a question.
"Anyway, did you happen to see a boy coming out of the infirmary? I'm his new roommate," he asked the boy.
Oh...
"Erm, that kid in infirmary would be me," Cheol said, biting his lower lip slightly. Well, that was a great way to make a first impression. He just hoped this guy wouldn't hold it against him. "I'm Cheol. Cheol Akiyama. Nice to meet you. And again, I'm really sorry." He gave a formal bow of his head towards the other boy.
Scorpio raised his hand. "Over here, Miss!" then he turned into a blonde lion with black king cobra patterns in its fur and chased after Graham, tracking his scent. He then watched in amazement as Graham jumped over that one guy and used the rest as stepping stones.
Holy shit. Then he got a hold of his senses and charged at the crowd, roaring fiercely. People leapt out of the way, not wanting to possibly be shredded by the wicked looking lion if they got in his way. He would purr in satisfaction, but then, lions can't purr. They can only make a chuffing noise. he bounded up the steps, people scattering like ants and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Get out of me way, lads! I'm no' stoppin fer anyone today!" He skidded on his paws as he rounded a corner, getting a waft of human waste as he passed the bathrooms. He wrinkled his nose.
Disgusting. If he smelled that every time he was in any of his other forms, he just might lead a mutiny. He passed room four, then skidded to a halt. Graham's scent didn't go any farther than that. he padded back and looked in at Graham. Who was laughing. He was practically hysterical. Then he lifted his head and and gave a shout that made Scorpio flatten his ears.
“I DID IT, SCORPIO! I FUCKIN’ DID IT!” The man was insane, but in a good way. His tail flicked in amusement.
"MADE IT, MA! TOP O’ THE WORLD!" Scoprio chuffed and padded over silently, placing his paws on the bed and peering into his face.
"I hear ye loud and clear, mate. But get ready, we've got a roommate coming." The Irish lion said.
Gabriel had made it to the academy late since he had to make a quick stop and apprehend a group of bank robbers. Today was the day that the new students would be arriving which meant that he would have a new group of punks to be set in their place and possibly learn some proper respect. While he was walking through the school he'd people mention something about an argument on the train to Herculean and Gabriel though 'great this will be an interesting year' and he would most likely have keep them in order, but he was good at that.
He was going to find the other teachers at the academy and see if there was anything special about the new students that he would need to know and watch out for. Gabriel eventually saw a few of the other teachers along with vice principle Nina Smith in the main hall with the new arrivals. He gathered with other teachers and listen to her give the other students their sleeping arrangement.
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Sam heard his roommate called out and he wondered what kind of power the boy, more importantly he wondered if the boy would have food. Sam was already hungry again and he was already taking pieces of wood out different objects in the school to eat.
Jack was so very bored right now. He had so much work to do and dealing with the new students was not high up on his list. He had to deal with a few different threats but Dad had told him he had to go. So here he was for another year. He had been here for much too long already. Dad would retire soon and then he would be in charge of everything
He appeared next to the group with a flash. He looked around and then nodded to his new room mate. The guy seemed rather well hungry. Jack guessed it was a hunger demon type thing but they usually prayed on people's hungers for food and drink or their addictions. This guy just seemed hungry. "What in high hell are you? Demon of some kind?" He asked not even intorducing himself.
Deia as of now had nothing to do. No orders, no immediate threats against Master Nina, nothing. For the first time in her life, Deia had nothing to do. This new nothingness stunned Deia, who was used to receiving orders every hour or so.
With this new nothingness, however, came another new experience.
Thought
Her own thoughts, not preoccupied with countering threats or trying to work began to wander into new places. They weren't normal or deep thoughts by any means, but they were still new - they were still things she had never had the time to think about, and she began wondering all the more.
"What is this place?
"What am I doing here?
"Who are all those people?
"Why do some of them look so small?
"When am I going to be able to remove these clothes?
"What am I really doing here?
"When will I be able to walk again?
"Why does Nina want me to talk?
"What does Nina want from me?"
Such were the thoughts running through the little espers head. Some thoughts were uncomfortable for her to consider, but none of them were unwelcome . . . however, she did wonder if any of her questions would be answered, or if her questions even mattered at all.
Deia was still staring at Nina, and despite her thoughts she was outwardly still, and as expressionless as ever. The small girl tilted her head and asked:
"Whaaad aru yauw nexut orrers, Nee-nuh?" in the same raspy and atrophied voice. She desperately wanted something to do, if only so she wouldn't have to think anymore.
Sam was a bit surprised when Jack appeared in a flash close by him and the other students. This kid had to be some kind of magic user and Sam wondered how the boy would feel sharing a room with a kid who had demonic powers. When Jack asked what he was Sam gave a slight smile.
"Not exactly, I am the host for the great power of the demon Beelzebub and if you have researched demons then you should know that he is the demon of gluttony and is why I eat so much. My powers let me able to eat anything and ingest it without any ailments. Also I can fire off a blast of carnivorous spirits to eat away at things, oh and the more I eat the more stronger I get" he expailed to his roommate. He liked talking about his powers and wondered how Jack would react to them.
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Gabriel was listening to some of the conversations and he wondered when his first class would be. Judging from what he had heard about the train he kind of wanted to have his first class of the semester come soon to get the new kid's some discipline before more fights occurred.
"Is it true that there was a fight on the train?" he asked Nina curious.
"I hear ye loud and clear, mate. But get ready, we've got a roommate coming."
AH! Scorpio made it up the Stairs of Doom. Did he too lose a part of himself as he climbed the Dreaded Tower? Graham could sympathize. At the moment he could feel a small part of himself screaming in the ether.
Graham lifted himself off the bed, pulling to a sitting position. His vision was a bit blurry. And that headache...yeah, he wasn’t feeling that great now that he thought about it. He had to find out where that infirmary was. Soon.
The little guy brushed back his hair with his hand before rubbing his temples with his thumb and middle and ring fingers. BEGONE YON AILMENT! BEGONE LEST WAR BE DECLARED!
He turned to look at Scorpio. So they had another roommate, eh? That was cool. The Irish gu-
WHOAWAITNOWHATTHEACTUALFUCKINGFUCKISTHISMO-
LION
LIONLIONLIONLIONLIONLIONLIONLIONLION
Is it move or don’t move?! MOVE OR DON’T MOVE?!
Graham froze, fear strangling him until he was sure he was only moments from the sweet, cold embrace of freeing death. Would he die from asphyxiation, lion mauling, or whatever surely fatal disease he might be suffering from? Ladies and gentlemen, guys and gals of all ages, step right up and place yer bets.
Wait. Scorpio. Scorpio was around, yeah? He had to be. Graham had specifically heard him. Maybe he could subdue the beast?
Too late.
He was gone.
Death unto Graham. Rest in pieces.
…
Or...not. Why wasn’t he dead? What, was he not GOOD enough to be devoured by a lion? Well fuck you too, pussycat. Graham could be a meal, too. Maybe not a big one, but even wild predators enjoy a good snack or appetizer every now and then, right?
The beast didn’t seem to be interested in turning him into Grahampatties. It didn’t seem to be that hostile eith-
Wait...Maybe he was horribly wrong, but lions didn’t normally have markings like that, right? Graham should know, too. He had watched the Lion King more times than he would like to admit as a child...and, uh, last week. Would Disney lie to him?
Don’t answer that.
Graham slowly drew in some breath. He needed it. Maybe he was mere moments from death anyway. Maybe he was just hallucinating. Either way, he wasn’t going to just sit back and accept it.
He would cry like a baby first. Well, that was the plan. He couldn’t actually bring tears forth. His defence mechanism had failed him.
“N-nice lion, good l-lion. Down boy. You don’t wanna eat me, I’m little. You devour me and you’re just going to be hungry again in an hour. And I’ve heard Grahams are terrible for your digestive system.”
Shit. Idiot.
“I think I passed some nice juicy antelope on the way over here. Big ol’ suckers. And slow. You could eat like, so many of them. I’ll make a deal: you don’t eat me, and I lead you to the all-you-can eat buffet?”
He was speaking rapidly but softly. His voice hurt like a motherfu-
“Easy boy. How about I give you something as a sign of good faith? Hey uh, Scorpio?”
He called out slightly louder, careful to not spook the kewl kat.
“Where’s that uh...new roommate? Please tell me he’s fat…”
Alright, so it’s not exactly the most heroic thing to do, but hey, survival of the fittest, right?
Anastasia looked suprised at Olivia. Luckily it didnt seem like Olivia minded having Anastasia as her roommate. Still, what did she mean with "keeping things fun"? And what was with that wink? It almost seemed as if Olivia was hitting on her. But that would be rediculous right? They only met eachother a few moments ago after all. Olivia coulndt possibly be hitting on her right?... Right?
Well, no time to think about it. Olivia had obviously come up with a plan of how to acquire a good room as she was frantically going through her satchel to grab a... red scarf? Olivia put it on Anastasia as if it was a bandana, she then proceeded to apply warpaint on Anastasia's cheeks. Well, this was certainly unexpected. Olivia then started to talk like she was in some sort of warzone as she applied the same kind of scarf and warpaint to herself.
Olivia guided Anastasia to the other side of the building. She then nimbly climbed a tree and entered a room on the second floor through a window. A couple of seconds later she peaked out of the window and dropped a rope infront of Anastasia. Anastasia smiled as she looked at the rope before looking up at Olivia. "I appreciate the gesture but the rope isnt really necessary." she yelled at Oliva. Anastasia walked up to the wall. As she approached the wall she placed one foot on it... and started to casually walk up the wall, suck on that Newton!
Anastasia climbed through the window and stood infront of Olivia. "See? I dont need any rope. And next time you wont have to do any effort, I could just carry you." She tilted her head and smiled at Olivia. Then she looked around, observing the room. It was a nice room and it had lots of space. Olivia sure did know which rooms were the best! Anastasia walked over to one of the beds in the room as she was looking around. "You sure did pick an awesome room! There's so much space here..."
She stopped infront of the bed and looked over her shoulder. "So, since you're a second year student, would you mind if I asked you what is and isnt allowed in our rooms?" Anastasia looked at Olivia with a grin on her face before looking at the room again. "Anyway, I guess formalities are over? You know where we can find our stuff? I'd like to get into something more comfortable and I just hate wearing heels..." She dropped herself unto the bed and removed her shoes as quickly as she could and threw them away before laying down comfortably.
Anastasia looked up at Olivia from the bed. "Ooh, and one last question." Anastasia grinned, almost maliciously, at Olivia.
Scorpio chuckled. Graham thought he was a strange lion that might eat him. He decided to have a little fun with this.
"Yes, you are little, but big enough to fit in me mouth. Don't know about the digestion thing, and actually, I've never had antelope. But I'm sure they're smashing," He quipped.
"And in regards to the all you can eat buffet, no thanks-already had a cow before I got here." Scorpio took his paws off of the bed and leap onto the other one with dark green sheets, stretching out on it.
"As fer the roommate, I'm not sure where he went-I lost him in the human mob downstairs. Do no' think I don't care if he gets trampled, I have this fear about being smashed by a huge crowd."
He paused, shifting back into his human form and laying on his right side, resting his head on his arm. He was grinning widely, pleased with his little joke.
It’s a pretty nifty feeling. One minute you’re staring down the dark, stinking maw of death itself, and then the next, BOOM! SHAM! WAKKA-WAKKA! Death itself changes into your roommate.
Fuck that roommate.
Graham leapt from his bed, telling gravity to fuck itself as he extended a single foot out and smashed into the grinning lad’s throat, crushing it against the neck. Life left the lion. Scorpio was dead...oops. How would he explain this to the teachers? He couldn’t. He was just going to be carted off to some cell in southern Montana where he would rot away until a rat gnawed his pathetic remains into obliv-
Fuck-a-duck, what was with that fantasy?
Graham mentally slapped himself. Way to fail at the whole pacifist thing, Grahamy, ole boy. Well, think it, don't do it. That's the important thing.
He got to his feet, picked up a pillow off the bed and tossed at his international roomie. Oops.
“Fuck off, Mufasa.”
Graham loosed a mocking laugh which turned genuine after a moment. He was got. Well done, bro.
“Now c’mon, man. We should probably find the other dude. Guy’s probably all lost and confused...like a uh...like a lost puppy. Chop chop, off your ass and on your feet. Let’s go get our pet.”
How noble. Graham turned to the doorway and moved towards it.
His stomach growled.
Alright, so maybe he wasn’t that noble. What could he say? Sometimes a guy gets hungry, and he wasn’t sure if he’d actually get food if he lost a roommate already.
You get the guy, you get the gogurt.
He gave Scorpio a moment if he wanted to come. If not, hell he'd find the slowpoke himself and drag his ass to the cafeteria by his ear if he had to. Graham left the Fourth Floor Flat, dodged out of the way of a floundering fool who was desperately darting to and fro. Probably would end up roomless, that one. Oh well. Too bad. There were more important issues at hand, like food. There was food somewhere. And food would make things better.
Oh, and a roommate. That was probably a thing too. The key to food. Seriously, where the fuck was this fool?
Graham loosed a mocking laugh which turned genuine after a moment. He was got. Well done, bro.
“Now c’mon, man. We should probably find the other dude. Guy’s probably all lost and confused...like a uh...like a lost puppy. Chop chop, off your ass and on your feet. Let’s go get our pet.”
Scorpio McRae
"Oh shut it, lad." But he was grinning as he got up and tossed the pillow onto the bed. "Mufasa, graham, I'm getting older by the minute."
"Whaaad aru yauw nexut orrers, Nee-nuh?" Deia spoke again, and Nina felt another twinge of pity inside of herself.
Despite the girl complying with Nina's wishes not to call her 'Master', Deia obviously still associated the vice principal with the meaning of the word, and Nina wasn't sure how she was supposed change this. She suddenly wished she had asked Deia's 'escorts' more questions before they left as she felt, for the first time in a long time, completely unprepared with how to deal with this.
How did one deal with a child who had never been allowed to act as one?
Before she could figure out how to answer Deia's question, as well as her own, fellow teacher Gabriel Donovan approached.
"Is it true that there was a fight on the train?" he asked.
Nina stood up to her full height, somewhat happy to have a distraction from this problem for a moment "Yes, there was, though if you want more information, you'll have to ask Meredith about it," she said. "She knows more about it than I do."
She then looked back at Deia, wondering what was the best way to respond to her. In truth, she had no orders to give to the girl and was tempted just to tell her to relax for a little. However, remembering what she had read on Deia's file, she doubted the esper even knew the meaning of the word.
"Just..." Nina began, looking at Deia. "Just wait for a little while, okay? Once everyone has picked a room, we'll be heading to the dining hall and we'll be eating..." And then something else occurred to her. With Deia currently bound in her wheelchair, would Nina have to feed her, the same way a mother had to feed a baby? Nina herself didn't mind, but she couldn't help but feel that it was a little humiliating for the girl. However, after a second, she remembered Nina had telekinesis and could probably feel herself... but weren't her restraints supposed to block her powers, at least to some extent? "Erm, though I do have a question," Nina started. "Those, err, restraints are meant to weaken your powers. To what extent are you still able to use them?"
Scorpio got to his feet, sporting a bit of a grin. Cheeky bastard. This will work out.
"Mufasa, Graham, I'm getting older by the minute."
And that one went right over the lad’s head. Everyone was getting older by the minute. And second. Hour. Day. Week. Month. Year. That’s sort of how time worked. Bah, maybe it was a cultural thing. Or maybe the cat was cray-cray. Whatever. Fun is fun.
Wait. Graham stopped. Pull the brakes on the hypetrain. Something was wrong. There was a red flag for...for uh…
Name.
What the fuck, Scorpio?
Name. Why didn’t Graham catch the name the first time around? Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Yeah, yeah, we’ve all gotta get old sometime.”
Then he inhaled and well, belted one out shamelessly. Although he should be shamed, his voice was all kinds of scratchy and hoarse at this point.
“Forever young, I want to be forever young. Do you really wanna live forever? Forever, and ever~”
Now they just had to find the roommate and…
He spun around and floated back into the room. He had an idea. Inspiration hit him like a Mack truck.
“All that jazz. Anyway, man, how’d you get the news that we had a third? I only heard our names. Do you know the dude’s name?”
Did it really matter?
Oh that could be said out loud.
“Nevermind. Does it really matter? Anyway, we could tear this place apart and still not find the guy. Worst case scenario? Someone else swings by and claims our room. I’ve got an idea…”
Graham grinned a toothy grin then crossed to the window. He looked out it. A perfect view of the path the group had taken from the train to the dorm. But…
Something really did feel off about all of this. This place that is. Something didn’t seem…
Natural.
Wait, dammit Graham. Getting distracted again. The boy fiddled with the window, trying to get it open. It resisted, hard, but he eventually got some leverage. He lifted it up. Somehow. That damn thing was heavy as all get out.
He peered out the open window, leaning a bit. He looked down at a small group of students still waiting to enter the building. Looks like they were going to be homeless. Poor peeps. Shoulda been faster. But one of those fools is lucky.
More air. More air.
Graham inhaled deeply.
His lungs protested a bit. His throat felt raw. This was stupid. This was a mistake.
But fuck it.
New school, new start, might as well do it right.
Wanna be a star?
Burn bright.
“Graham Turner!”
Loud.
“Fourth floor!”
Louder.
“Room four!”
You can do better than that.
“Remember that name, mothafuckas!”
Almost...
“I RUN THIS SHIT! AHAHAHAHAHA!”
Yahtzee!
Graham fell backwards into the room laughing again. He looked back at Scorpio, his eyes once more filled with the beginnings of hysteria.
“Tha-”
Nope. Talking hurt. Graham gulped, then tried again.
“That should...get the point...acr- watahneedwatah.”
Graham pushed past his roommate then turned into the bathroom. It uh…
Well, the custodial engineer around these parts should be drawn and quartered. It reeked something fierce. But any port in a storm, right?
Graham marched up to a sink and loosed a stream of frigid water. He cupped his hands below the faucet, then brought as much water as he could to meet his mouth. It soothed his throat a touch, but the boy really might have overdone it a bit. He might need to stop my the infirmary later and get it checked out. There could be some real damage there, why he’d need someone to take a close examination...
…
Alright, so he wanted to check out the nurse again. Big whoop. A guy can dream, right?
After downing several handfuls of water, Graham returned to the room. He looked at Scorpio and smiled before speaking again, this time in more of a hushed, husky tone.
“That’s how you do it big, kiddo. We’re goin’ places, ya dig? Straight to the top. And if our lost puppy didn’t catch that, well...fuck it, there’s no helping him. Now we play the wa-”
Graham started coughing rather harshly.
“Wa-waiting game. Cheezus, sorry about that. Frog in me throat.”
Graham crossed back and leapt onto his bed once more. Or at least the bed he had chosen. Their roommate would probably find them. And if not, someone was bound to swing by, see the bed, and claim it. The homeless childrens need homes too.
"Just wait until it kicks up. Drug busts can get... interesting. Hopefully you wont have to do anything serious yet."
There was a pregnant pause for another few seconds. The larger... man reaching forward and adjusting the reticle of the scope. With his other hand, which had been positioned up against his shoulder, his knuckles to the stock, reached down to his chest and pressed down upon the button on the side of the radio on his chest. "I see two what looks to be civilians on the outer perimeter. A woman and child. They seem to be walking along the side of the building. Please advise."
There was another pause. His partner hand crawled up beside him, and was using his binoculars to watch. "The kid has something." he said.
The huge man's brow furrowed and he looked down the site, at their hands. They were in a darkened area, so he couldn't see what either of them were carrying. The radio erupted to life as his superior made her response. "What are they doing?"
"They... seem to be waiting for something. One is carrying something."
There was a silence again.
"...The call is yours."
Henry's alarm went off. The meta looked over at the digital clock. 5AM.
The hardest part about getting up this early was just that, getting up. Once you were up though, things were easier. In the end it was worth it though. After doing it since he had turned eighteen, it had become relatively used to such early awakenings, and was up and around before most people opened their pretty little eyes. School didn't start for another four hours. He had time for his morning routine.
He had no need for a shower, he didn't perspire like a human did any longer. He didn't really get oily or dirty the way mammals did. His body smelt like salt water - the beach, where he would spent almost all of his free time if he could. He had been stationed in California during his enlistment and when he wasn't working he was at the beach doing something there. Be it surfing or fishing. However despite the few fond memories he had of the past, he was much happier to be a member of staff now. He had a bigger room, and a personal fridge, and no room mate which was new for him after so many years working in close quarters with others. He was able to store his stuff in the open and actually personalize his residency for a change. His clothing was... Well, the best it could be for something his size. An exosuit had been made for him during his time with the Elites, but there was no need for it unless it was a training day.
What he did have, however, was a large a huge pair of gray sweat pants. He cycled between them and cargo pants frequently. Depended on what he was planning for his students. He pulled an equally large tank top over his upper body as well. Someone had bitched about shirtless running in the past so, as a result, no one was allowed to do it anymore. It was a stupid rule, but he had better things to do over fight a useless battle. He had already done that far too many times.
His first activity of the day was opening his computer and sending an email to his family. A quick message, he sent them an email every day, and attached a picture of himself, or a group photo, or a picture of something he had found, or a description of an event that took place. He very rarely got to see them anymore. He had missed out on a lot growing up without a mother and father, having been raised by many of the staff here at the academy when he was just a boy. It had led to him being very independent sure, but was that always a good thing? Independent, and distant. He snapped a quick photo of himself giving the 'peace' symbol and a smile and sent, then closed his computer. He grabbed his phone, and set aside one of the many letters he had on his desk, and a sleeve that had a clip on it, which he wrapped around his bicep and clipped his phone to it, and plugged in some bluetooth headphones. It wad now 5:45.
A morning jog before hitting the gym, jog around the school, one lap just inner boundaries, and then jog back. By the time he had returned it was 6:30 in the morning. He had never been a fast jogger due to his personal lack of stamina. But after many years he had begun to build it up again. He had seen another person, a newer student that had come in the past few months, coming out as he came back in. Poor girl, if she wanted to get longer jogs in, she'll nee to get out earlier. Out of breath, he stopped at the gym to get a drink and continue on with his workout. Stretches, dead lifting, squats, sit ups, push ups (wide armed and one armed), pull ups with both his arms and his tail, and a few other various activities to keep his heart rate up. He normally would do more, but he was crunched on time and he wanted to have time for breakfast.
He jogged back to his own dorm. He was fairly close to his own residence from the position at the gym so, despite his somewhat exhausted physic- getting back home to make a huge stack of pancakes, bacon, ham, hash browns, sausage... You name it, wasn't very hard. As he prepared the food he set the letter he had chosen on his kitchen table. His family often sent him messages over text or snail mail and every week he would open one. He sat down at the table and set down his food. With one hand, he shoveled food into his gullet and with the other tore the flimsy paper open with his claw, and flipped it open, taking out a card. As he opened it a postcard fell out and onto the table. His eyes flashed to it, to make sure it didn't fall in his food or off the table. Seeing it was safe, he returned his attention to the card without really processing the picture yet. He chewed and swallowed and pushed his empty plate away for the next full one, and checked his watch briefly. It was expensive looking and made of stainless steel. His mom had sent it to him on his 20th birthday. He absentminded toyed with the silver chain around neck with his free hand that was (strangely) not shoveling food into his mouth. He had gotten that when he turned 21. It was 7:30AM. He began reading the letter, it was written in neat cursive, definitely his sister's handwriting.
"Hope you're doing well Scales! We miss you over here! Cant wait to see you again, visit sometime, kay? I love you!" -Samantha Olin
PS: Consider this your invitation!
Henry furrowed his eye ridges at the letter for a moment, and looked back down to the post card. It was a picture of his sister, most likely having been snapped by the server at the fancy restaurant they were in. Sammy looked incredible, dressed in a beautiful red dress, her asian complexion angelic, her brown hair groomed into a fine braid. The look of shock and awe on her face...
The man in front of her was kneeling down on one knee, he was handsome: Caucasian with slightly tanned skin, tall, dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. His face, from the side at least, looked angular and masculine. He had the James Bond look to him: tall, dark, and handsome. But unlike James Bond, he had a bright and shining smile and friendly eyes. He had talked to the man over a Skype call in the past, but he had never seen Henry's face. Scott was his name, and from what he had heard Scott was good humored and a real salt of the earth kind of guy. He was in a suit, and holding a black box with something sparkling in it.
Henry's eyes blinked and went over the picture furiously. He was rushed with a wave of nostalgia. Suddenly he was four and his sister was seven, and they were playing in the back yard with their black lab Monroe, who was just a puppy then. Then he was brought to reality, a grown man, a powerful superhero. His sister a strong and beautiful young woman who would soon become someone's strong and beautiful wife. Henry very nearly broke down.
He set down the note, and pushed his empty plate aside. If anyone saw him they would surely make fun of him for it. But his sister was getting married! He had always been as close as he could to his sibling. He loved her so much and he was so happy she had ended up with someone who made her so happy. He would have to inquire with management about taking two weeks of leave in the next eight months or so, to be there for the wedding. He would have to write her back.
He looked around.
Suddenly the table seemed much more lonely than it had before.
He sighed and placed the card down to finish eating. When he finished, he place the plate in the dishwasher for cleaning later. It was 7:45, people would begin coming to the school soon, having finished their morning preparation. He placed the postcard and letter up against the fridge, among many other cards, and used a magnet to keep it to the spot he planted it. On his way out, he grabbed a large brown coat that was as humongous as his pants and shirt were, and left to attend his class. It was a Monday today. He was feeling Self defense was in order. Nothing better than seeing people kick the shit out of one another. He had been told that some new students would be arriving today and that he'd get a text when and if he was needed.
Which was a definite. No shame on Nina, as she was an incredible leader, but half the time the staff was as disorganized as a room full of monkeys throwing their shit at each other.
Today was going to be interesting. He could feel it in his gut.
"Just . . . just wait for a little while, okay? Once everyone has picked a room, we'll be heading to the dining hall and we'll be eating..."
Deia nodded. Nina had given her orders. That made sense. Something made sense, finally. At the mention of food, Deia's head perked up. She didn't say so, but she was hungry. Deia avoided mentioning it because back then her old masters always fed her, even if they would forget for a few days. The one time Deia mentioned how hungry she was, they deliberately stopped feeding her, and they made sure that she knew it. Since then, she stopped asking when she could eat and just trusted her masters wouldn't forget.
The small esper did as ordered and just at there silently, waiting and doing nothing else. To Deia, there was a difference between 'waiting' and 'being ordered to wait', the difference being that she had to actively think about waiting and her thoughts didn't stray from her orders and into strange territory; strange territory like the thoughts she was having earlier, which, although not unpleasant, she was not sure she wanted to handle yet.
"Erm, though I do have a question," Nina started, causing Deia to stare at her once more. "Those, err, restraints are meant to weaken your powers. To what extent are you still able to use them?"
Deia tilted her head. The word 'restraint' usually had a different meaning for her, but judging from where Nina was looking, Deia concluded she must be talking about her new and uncomfortable clothes. She knew that they kept her from seeing and touching most the shiny lights but never really figured out why; her old-old masters liked it when she did so. They called it her 'power' and they always let her use it when they gave her something to do.
Still, Deia had a more important question right now . . .
@Ogobrogo Scorpio let him ramble, even as he went to the bathroom, just continuing to let him get it out of his system. Graham stopped suddenly.
“Yeah, yeah, we’ve all gotta get old sometime.”
Then he inhaled and well belted one out. Scorpio was impressed, even if his voice was all kinds of scratchy and hoarse at this point.
“Forever young, I want to be forever young. Do you really wanna live forever? Forever, and ever~”
He spun around and floated back into the room.
“All that jazz. Anyway, man, how’d you get the news that we had a third? I only heard our names. Do you know the dude’s name?”
"Heightened senses, and nope, didn't catch th' name."
Scorpio watched with amusement as Graham rambled.
“Nevermind. Does it really matter? Anyway, we could tear this place apart and still not find the guy. Worst case scenario? Someone else swings by and claims our room. I’ve got an idea…”
Graham grinned a toothy grin then crossed to the window. He looked out it. A perfect view of the path the group had taken from the train to the dorm. But… The loud-mouthed youth fiddled with the window, trying to get it open. It resisted, hard, but he eventually got some leverage. He peered out the open window, leaning a bit. Graham inhaled deeply.
“Graham Turner!”
Loud.
“Fourth floor!”
Louder.
“Room four!”
Scorpio winced, his ears still heightened, even in human form. “Remember that name, mothafuckas! I RUN THIS SHIT! AHAHAHAHAHA!”
Graham fell backwards into the room laughing again, and looked back at Scorpio, his eyes once more filled with the beginnings of hysteria. He wondered if this was normal for him, and if he would ever get used to it.
“Tha-”
Graham gulped, then tried again.
“That should...get the point...acr- watahneedwatah.”
Graham pushed past Scorpio, then turned into the bathroom. Scorpio heard running water and splashing, and finally, Graham returned to the room and looked at Scorpio and smiled before speaking again, this time in more of a soft, husky tone.
“That’s how you do it big, kiddo. We’re goin’ places, ya dig? Straight to the top. And if our lost puppy didn’t catch that, well...fuck it, there’s no helping him. Now we play the wa-”
Graham started coughing, rather harshly, and he was about to get up and pound his back to help, but he seemed able to handle it.
“Wa-waiting game. Cheezus, sorry about that. Frog in me throat.”
"Graham Turner? Scorpios McRae?" the Vice Principal called. "Over here, Miss!" Tarquin turned around just in time to see someone turn into a lion with a weird pattern on his fur. "That was awsome! You have a roomate that can do just turn into a lion!" "We're at a superhero school! What were you expecting?" "Hm... Yeah you're right about that". "Thank you miss." Tarquin said to the VP with a bow and gave the girl in the wheelchair a final look. "I bet she's so powerfull they need to keep her on a straight jacket" "I say her parents are criminals and she might be dangerous because of that." "Oh... maybe her powers make her dangerous after she uses them and she used them recently." "Or maybe he should stop doing this a make our way through the crowd asap!" "Napoleon is right we should get going." "I'm sorry." "Coming through!" "Can I pass please?" "Thank you." "And we made it!" Tarquin said just in time to see the lion heading up the stairs. "Please tell me I don't have to run after him?" "I would be lying if i said you didn't have to." "Oh! This is going to be fun." Tarquin stopped to catch his breath. "Are serious! You barely went halfway down the corridor!" "I also agree that your athletic's skills could be improved." "I know, I know! Let's just keep going." Tarquin kept going down the corridor, now with the lion out of sight, started climbing the stairs to the second floor and just when he reached it “I DID IT, SCORPIO! I FUCKIN’ DID IT! MADE IT, MA! TOP O’ THE WORLD!" a huge shout was heard from upstairs. "Please tell me that wasn't my other roomate." "I'm afraid that's very plausible." "Is his super power shouting!" "I hope that isn't the case, but anyways that seemed to come from upstairs we should get going." "Not now! He just climbed a set of stairs! That's atleast two days of rest before he can move a single muscle!" "Very funny Np, let's get going." Tarquin reached the third floor and leaned his back against the wall to rest. "Let my guess, altitude." "What! No! I was just..." “Graham Turner! Fourth floor! Room four! Remember that name, mothafuckas! I RUN THIS SHIT! AHAHAHAHAHA!” "WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS PUNISHMENT!" "Atleast we know our room." "Even I feel bad for you!" "Thanks... I guess? Ok forget this to the fourth floor." "Make sure you..." "NO! No more jokes about my physical capabilities!" "Ok then, no need to get angry!" Tarquin headed for the fourth floor "Ok let me see... Room four there it is!" he stood at the door looking at the two boys inside. "Hello, pleased to meet you. My name is Tarquin Hayes and I am your roomate." He said with a bow and in a rather formal manner.
Anastasia was walking up the wall. Poor ol' Newton would be turning in his grave at the mere thought of it. Olivia, meanwhile, remembered to add a mental note to the long list of points she had on Anastasia. She was smoking hot, she was tall, she was a cute sorta shy oh and who could forget the fact that she was a fucking vampire! Like seriously, Olivia had some cool star-powers and all that jazz but Anastasia just flipped gravity off like it was nothing. It made Olivia's cool parkour look stupid.
Naturally, her features set into a frown of epic proportions which she made sure to wipe clean as Anastasia actually entered the room. Instead of winding the rope up again, Olivia decided to just leave it there. Maybe someone of interest would discover it and ascend to their castle on the second floor. Maybe someone hot? Very unlikely but a girl could dream.
First you're covering up your sexuality and now you're daydreaming about hot guys and ropes? You're really going up in the world, Olivia.
Once again, Gemini decided that it was the best time to interrupt and say something witty. She needed a plan. Like a serious plan. The first problem that needed overcoming was the fact that Anastasia looked pretty damn overpowered right about now. Not only was she dangerously hot but the bitch had quite a few powers which made her look like more of a threat. How was Olivia ever meant to get anywhere with her? Unless Anastasia had some secret power trip and was into the whole dom and sub thing. Then again, that would involve Olivia descending down into that dark world and if she was being honest, she would rather keep her purity. There must have been a better way to go about it.
In the meantime, however, she needed to keep up her image and answer a few questions. "What isn't allowed? Boys, primarily. Usually no one reports it if a guy is smuggled in but if he's hot enough and our neighbours are jealous enough, you could get reported." Frowning, she idly tapped the bottom of her lip before continuing. "After that, there's the usual stuff. No alcohol ,which is regularly broken, no drugs, no firearms and no extensive use of your superpowers."
It seemed that Anastasia was just full of questions at this moment in time and unfortunately, Olivia had to make it look like she was moderately interested. "Dinner is now... or soon! Hopefully soon... I don't think I can last much longer. Where we can get our stuff? I think we'll get it all later. It depends how nice the teachers are feeling. If they're feeling a little frisky then they'll hide it about the school and it could take all night to find your stuff. You'll learn to take a spare pair of everything when you're here."
With that, she kicked off her trainers and slipped her fluffy bunny slippers on. "Trust me, you'll get used to this place then you'll really like it..." She seemed genuine and serious which was definitely a first for Olivia.
