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Following in step with the others Tonya stared pointedly at the back of everyone’s heads. This was no coincidence, not in a million years. Only Brian Braouts the Principal office regular was the odd man out, with the older Alex being Furitta and the blue haired Bella being Usagi. Tonya kept quiet for now, not wanting to give everyone’s secret away to Brian. Surely the others had figured things out as well, all of them having vanished simultaneously, ending up at the same hospital and being charged for the same offense. She’d even seen Eddie there, and he’d seen Ossar. The temptation to say something burned at the tip of Tonya’s tongue as the janitor passed out supplies and instructions and the group separated into their differing choirs.

“I’ll, start in the kitchen, with Bella.” Tonya said, excusing herself from the others. She followed the other girl into the kitchen where an ominous pile of greasy pots and sticky pans were stacked high above their heads. Groaning Tonya broke off from her fellow classmate, angling for the large walk-in refrigerator at the far end of the kitchen. “That’s a lot, it’ll take us the better half of the year to clean all of that. Hey, I’ll be back in a second Bella, I just need to grab, - um, yeah.” Cracking open the large fridge door Tonya checked around to ensure no adults were watching, especially not the janitor. Reassured the coast was clear she sneaked out a small personal carton of milk, turning her back on Bella as she folded the carton open. She wasn’t sure all this secrecy was necessary, in the likely event that Bella knew exactly what she was up to, but Ossar’s words still sat heavy in her mind. The way he’d rebuked Eddie for coming back and discovering her secret identity, instead of leaving well enough alone. The tiny serpent Kwami slithered from her sleeve, with barely the energy to move let alone fly. He gave Tonya a grateful nod before sliding into the open carton, assumedly to drink his fill.

Poor guy was exhausted. Tonya thought, as she set the carton containing Ossar on the counter a fair distance away and returned to help Bella with the dishes. Setting to work on a particularly nasty pan Tonya became engrossed in her task, fighting the temptation to burst out that she knew who Bella was. Instead she tried a more tactful approach, glancing slyly over the sink. She’d never known her well, they were in different classes after all, but she knew her name, and that she was well off at the very least. “Strange isn’t it.” She started, pretending to focus on a sticky bit of cold macaroni that refused to come loose. “Almost intentional you could say that the four of us all ended up at Luna’s Lounge today, during school hours. And were affected by the gas. I don’t want to speculate, but I think we both know the how, and the why…. Right?”

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@Rockin Strings Edited to your liking

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@Rockin Strings Well... The full week was for the greater offense. Tonya yelled at a teacher and was already supposed to have been at the office when she went missing, which is why she was getting the full week. Also, how many times has Eddie been, cause I'll need a number if you want me to change it.

@Polaris North I actually hadn't come up with a first name, he was just a NPC I created cause I figured there is usually a delinquent in the office at the end of the day, and he provided a Segway into the punishment they received. If you want you can give him a first name, and control him here on out. He'll be working with them in the cafeteria after all.

Was Talon seen there? I thought he'd already transformed back into Eddie by then.

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Principal Jeremy Luong prided himself on running one of the best Public Schools on this side of the Mississippi. That might not have been entirely true, but the Board did tell him he operated one of the highest rated institutions in Kentucky, and striving towards a higher goal was always a positive in Luong’s mind. Usually this kept portly man in a good mood as he strode down the halls, a stern smile on his lips as he passed the thronging students. Today however a frown furrowed his brow and he strode along swiftly, his hands full of files. Turning a corner Luong stopped just outside his office where five motley children sat in a row next to his door. They were watched over by his secretary, the eagle-eyed Miss Carrington, who never once shifted her gaze off the shamefaced miscreants. Sighing Luong scanned over the files he held, reading the names and reports on the interesting phone calls the school had both received and sent in regards to four of them. An unamused smile twitched at the corners of Luong’s lips.

“Well, Mr. Braouts, today you aren’t the school’s highest offender. Congratulations are in order I suppose.” The fifth child, a regular to the office gave a halfhearted shrug in typical delinquent fashion. In the background massing students were opening their lockers and snatchings sneak peeks at this unusually large assemblage gathered at the Principal’s Office; already rumors were forming about their misdeeds. Principal Luong opened the door, ushering the five students inside. “Everyone take your seat from here, I’m afraid my Office is ill equipped to house the lot of you.” Waiting until all five had gathered their plastic hall chairs and lugged them into position Luong closed and locked his door, rolling down the blinds so that no one would be able to spy on them. Ensured of their continued privacy Luong stepped around his desk, plopping down on his comfy black executive and swiveling the seat about. Setting the files down Luong peered at each student over his glasses as he read their names aloud.

“Mr. Erickson, third visit. You took it upon yourself to leave school and get involved in… Well we’ll come to that. Miss Frazier, first visit, and you’re a model student. Young lady I am very disappointed. I really did not wish to see you in here for something so foolish as absence from school. Or at all for that matter. Miss Tabbet.” Here the Principal paused for a long while, scanning over the extensive list of charges brought up against this particular student. “Third visit. Miss Tabbet, you gave your father quite the scare this morning. I suppose running away from detention was a preferable avenue to you then facing your punishment?”

Tonya shook her head. Her eyes were puffy from crying all the way back during the car ride. Her father, disappointed and stern had tried to garner some understanding as to why she’d played hookie today, and to all of his questions she’d lied or remained in obstinate silence, unable to explain what she’d been really doing. She tried to hide this painfully obvious fact by turning her face downwards, as if hoping to find some answer etched upon the dull grey carpeting. She wished dearly Principal Luong had taken them separately, so that Eddie wouldn’t see her like this.

Receiving no reply Luong slid forward the fourth file grimacing down at the papers. “Mr. Braouts, twelfth visit. Honestly son, what did you hope to gain by doodling offense images on the cafeteria tables? Please just think for once.” Sighing his picked up the final file. “And lastly Miss McAllister, first visit. I thought you would have been old enough to know better than to run off with your younger, more impressionable friends here. I imagine you should have been the voice of reason when the idea was first presented. You kids are very lucky indeed to not have been injured worse. As fortune would have it Rouge-Bat was there to save you from what I’ve been told was a terrorist gas attack. Similar to yesterday’s incident in fact.”

Tonya made a small noise of disgust but it quickly died in her throat as Luong turned his disapproving gaze towards her. “Have you something to say Miss Tabbet?”

“No sir.” She stuttered, returning to staring at the floor.

“I did not think so.” Principal Luong folded his hands together, laying them on his desk as he addressed the four who’d been absent. “The school does not implement its rules for no reason. When students aren’t where they are supposed to be it could mean anything, including a wide range of dangerous possibilities. I hope your recent visit to the hospital provides substantial evidence towards this fact. Indeed the police were notified and alerts were sent out for four missing children, as patrol cars were scrambled and a county wide alert was sounded. Although it was not necessarily a waste of resources this time due to the attack, however I am certain the police officers all over the city did not appreciate being deployed for an emergency only to be told it was a couple of students causing trouble.

“I can only hope that you take this little talk of ours to heart, and that I have impressed upon you the seriousness of your actions. And in order to ensure they are carved in stone Miss McAllister, Miss Frazier, and Mr. Braouts, you shall each have a three day detention and calls shall be made to all of your parents. Mr. Erickson, Miss Tabbet. A seven day detention, including Monday and Tuesday of next week. Also every one of you shall bring your parents with you to discuss this incident independently, excluding you Mr. Braouts. I shall send out times and dates for this meeting to your parents myself.” Snapping his files together into an organized pile Principal Luong stood up, motioning for the door.

“As for your detention today, Mr. Braouts has highlighted a rather pressing issue in the lunchroom and kitchen involving a significant amount of vandalism. Not to mention dishes that need scrubbing, floors that need sweeping, and so on and so forth. I expect the place to be satisfactorily cleaned when I come and check on you in an hour or two. Oh, and you three who went to the hospital. If you start feeling nauseous or sick, or strange in any way run straight away to the nurse’s office. Right, well off you chop.”

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Username: Dusty

Character Name: Francois Vou of House Bluspereaux/Frans Vou

Race/Species: Bretonnian

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty and one years

Career (if any) and Skills: Frans Vou is a Knight Errant of Bretonnia. A son of the wealthy Bluspereaux house Frans Vou was well trained in the arts befitting his station. As such he is a capable chevalier in all aspects, and he’s handy with both sword and lance. He can also speak the language of the Empire and the High Elves, and is well versed with a lute and can recite several famous poems and epics. His high class education did not end there however. Great things are expected from the Bluspereaux family, and so Frans Vou found himself trained to competence in hunting and strategy, in diplomatic expertise, and conversation. The latter two were Frans Vou’s lesser loved classes. He was also tutored on astronomy and mathematics and literature, and for a short while he even studied a little of the sciences though little came of that. And of course chivalry and the worship of the Lady of The Lake which are expected fields of study from any young Bretonnian knight.

Weapons: While astride his warhorse Frans Vou wields his trusty lance and heater shield to great effect. The lance is endowed with the heaven’s magic keeping it from shattering, blessed by a damsel of the lady. It was one of the few things passed down to Frans Vou and he adores it. Should the enchanted weapon be wrenched from his grasp Frans Vou has an arming sword and dirk at his waist ready for quick use as well.

Attire: Frans Vou’s favorite color is a royal blue. As such his armor and clothing often matches this particular taste. His armor tunic is a deep shade of blue with lioness designs embroidered in bronze, with a black leather sword belt and bronze buckles strapped around his stomach. The armor is gleaming iron plate and chainmail. While out of his armor Frans Vou dons a cinnamon tunic and trousers, draping a sky blue cloak around his shoulders. All of his outfits are finished with a pair of tall riding boots and golden spurs.

Equipment/Other Frans Vou has very little in terms of proper equipment beyond his armor and weapons. He’s used to comfortable living and would dictate that his servants carry and care for whatever gear and shelter he might require while journeying. To do just that Frans Vou brought with him his page Adrian, a young lad of thirteen years, and his loyal manservant Moreau. Both of whom follow the young knight astride loaded mules wherever he might wander, dutifully attending his every whim.

Physical Description: Frans Vou is tall, about six foot, one. His hair is a dirty blonde, cut neatly off at the shoulder level. His eyes are a plain brown and squinty, seemingly sunk into his sallow face and contrasted against his hooked nose. He could be considered quite handsome if he didn’t always look like he’d just stepped in something revolting. Frans Vou is rather thin and lanky, but has enough meat on his bones to look capable enough in a brawl. His long limbs serve him well in this regard, giving him that slight extra reach. He typically stands straight back and tall, his feet planted firmly and one hand resting on his sword hilt. Frans Vou is very much a noble son of Bretonnia, and in many ways embodies the facets of the royal elite that govern the great kingdom.

Mental Description/Personality: While holding a vast number of traits, Frans Vou is by no means a humble or compassionate man. Arrogant and proud the young Knight Errant views himself as the smartest, and noblest of men. Often gracing peasants and commoners with his presence and even a few coins if he’s feeling generous. Although he’s cocky, Frans Vou isn’t stupid, and is in fact quite intelligent. He is also a social person and can be very easy to get along with, quick to slap a friends back and shake a companion’s hand and drink fine wine with them late into the night. As long as one can stomach his unfettered arrogance the young knight can be a good friend to have in all circumstances. However Frans Vou can also be petty and unforgiving. Not quick to the sword, but merciless when driven to anger. He is also very determined, and can be difficult to persuade once his mind has been set.

Background/History: House Bluspereaux is a large family living in southwestern Bretonnia, in a great manor. The Noble House is well known for producing brave knights, and honorable noblemen for the high class, and has never failed to ride in haste once summoned by the king or their lords. There the fields are filled, the vines rich, and the forest thin. Winters tend to be a little harsher due to their close proximity to the southern mountains, but never enough to worsen the living state of the static population, and thus nobody cared much that the taxes were a bit higher than the bordering lands. It was blessing enough to know there would always be food on the table, and a fearless knight in the castles to protect the common folk.

It was here in the mild lands of House Bluspereaux that Francois Vou Bluspereaux, son of Vincent Vou Bluspereaux was born. Raised as all boys of noble blood ought to be, Frans Vou’s upbringing was meticulous and strategized. It was easy to plan after all, Vincent having already had fourteen sons to struggle with before Frans Vou. The years passed quickly for the lad, and he spent his time studying and training to become a grand knight like his ancestors before him. His arrogant demeanor was considered normal by the Bluspereaux family, and was often even encouraged by the manor staff and his immediate family. This came to a head however when Frans Vou discovered a terrible truth. He’d been born one place short.

Indeed, Vincent had no more lands to divide up between his many children leaving Frans Vou with title of his own. Furious at such a slight of nature Frans Vou fulminated for days and nights at his father and mother demanding his birth right, but to no avail. There was simply nothing to be done, and the young man settled into a slumping depression. It was like this that on his twenty first birthday when he was knighted and given lance and golden spurs that Frans Vou realized he would have to take matters into his own hands, should he ever wish to preside over proper lands of his own. But first he would have to anger his father to punish him for such a monstrous slight.

The scheme as Frans Vou saw it was simple. He was now a Knight Errant, charged with finding some great beast to slay, or adventure to attend, or damsel to save. So in order to infuriate his father while completing his duty Frans Vou decided to join a band of Imperial Mercenaries and adventurers, and depart on his grand quest in their company. Frans Vou in all his youthful arrogance announced this plan with bold confidence during the evening meal, the night before he departed. As expected his father became furious, and raved at his foolish son who would so willingly soil the family name with such petty actions, but to little affect. It was a cold, and gloomy morning following day, frosty not from the chilled air but from the livid anger that radiated off the castle walls. Frans Vou and his manservant Moreau and page Adrian left early, departing for Rottfurt at an easy pace not wanting to spend a second more within the Bluspereaux manor.

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@Polaris North Thanks, but I'll have Tonya's dad pick her up and drop her off at school. It'll make more sense that way.

BTW who gets to control the principle? Cause I feel this conversation is going to be hilarious.

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In the time it took to reach the hospital Tonya had already mostly recovered. Having been woken up earlier by Eddie she was still tired and disoriented, but conscious enough to walk herself into the public ward. There other already conscious victims were getting checked over for any potential side effects from the gas, and Tonya was sat down and given a crinkly silver shock blanket and a bottle of water which she was instructed to drink entirely. Tonya wasn’t entirely sure why, but she sat obediently, the blanket draped around her shoulders taking small sips from the bottle as overworked nurses scurried from one victim to the next administering care. This hustle and bustle left Tonya very much alone, herself having been thoroughly checked over first by the concerned hospital staff. They’d done the basics and asked for her legal guardian’s contact before leaving her be. She was allowed to sit and dwell upon the newest revelation between her and Eddie for the better part of a half hour.

How was it possible? Tonya never would’ve guessed in a thousand years that Talon and Eddie were the same person. She was sure she would’ve recognized Eddie’s eyes even under the mask. They were so distinct. Was she blinded, or did the suits conceal even those from her and the others. And as for the others, were they in her class as well? Did they all attend the same school and know each other in real life? Or was her and Eddie’s friendship a mere coincidence. A one in a million shot in the dark that they were acquainted. Maybe, with Eddie’s help she could figure out the mystery of the miraculouses. Surely it wasn’t a coincidence they both had them. She would have to talk with him as soon as possible.

“Tonya, you’re okay!” A yelled cry rose above the general chatter and in the next moment Tonya found herself swept up in her father’s arms, the shock blanket falling away as he practically lifted her off her feet. Mr. Tabbet was shuddering, as if he was terrified by something, shocking Tonya as he pressed his tear stained face into her shoulder. “Oh sweetheart, please don’t ever do this to me again. First the school telling me you’d disappeared, and then the hospital… I was so scared.”

“I’m alright, I promise.” Tonya said, feeling extremely guilty at her father’s evident concern. He’d never really fully recovered from his wife’s passing only a few years before. It made sense that such vague and disconcerting phone calls from both the school board and the hospital would horrify him. Tonya felt a few tears of her own trickle hot down her cheeks as the extended embraced finally ended. “I’m so sorry dad, I didn’t mean to worry you. And school, did they tell you?”

Mr. Tabbet looked haggard as if he’d rushed from work, but was more relieved that Tonya was safe and unhurt than angry at her transgressions. He hushed her, using the crinkly blanket to dab at her eyes and wipe the tears away. “I heard, we’ll talk in the car. Come on, let’s check you out of here.”

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Over the communications link it sounded like all Hell broke loose between the smugglers and pirates. Gritting his teeth Jean attempted to discern the voices of his allies over the chaos. Screams and laser bolts intermingled in a rising cacophony of sound as the two sides clashed, making comprehensible conversation nearly impossible between Jean and those boarding. Swiveling his gunners chair Jean brought up a command data display, pressing a few buttons on the touch screens. He was all business in a moment and his hands flew across the board with practiced ease. “Takashi, send me th’ scans we got on th’ cruiser. I’m settin’ up a tactical overlay. Ursa’s going to need some fire support, I think we might’ve underestimated just how many pirates are nested up in there.”

Takashi looked concerned by this reasoning but flipped a switch sending the information requested to Jean’s station. A holographic image appeared levitating several inches above Jean's screen. It was a rough blue outline of the enemy ship, showing all known locations. Tiny green dots flashed in the rear, demonstrating the current positions of Ursa’s boarding team while larger red triangles showed the estimated location of the pirates engaging them. They wiggled back and forth across the hologram in what Jean could only imagine was an intense firefight. Tapping his com link Jean spoke to Ursa and her team, a hard note in his usually devil-may-fly tone. “Miz Cooper, I’ve got an estimation on th’ blackguards placement. I’m’a gonna see if I c’n thin th’ herd for ya. Y’all keep a healthy distance now and turn your helmets back on. It’s about to get chilly up in there.” Shrinking the holographic display Jean scooped the lines of blue code into his hands and fitted them right into the gunner optics and fire controls. The Ranger’s main gun shuddered, sighting on a particular spot along the pirate vessel’s hull. Flipping a few more switches Jean set the modifications Armor Piercing, Low Power, and Non-Explosive to the weapon system. He didn’t want to accidently fry any friendlies. Giving everything one last check Jean powered up the weapon and lifted the safety. “Underway.” He laughed, squeezing the trigger.

Aboard the Gorefill the would-be boarding team fell back at first at the ferocity their smuggler counterparts displayed. Two aliens went down clutching bloody wounds while their comrades attempted to rally. It soon became apparent however that one side firmly outnumbered the other. Taking up covered positions the pirates reclaimed fire superiority, hemming in on their foe. Another was felled, this time by a headshot slaying her instantly, but she was soon avenged by the suppressing fire, pinning her killer’s head down. The pirates were experienced combatants, the veterans of dozens of firefights. Not even the skilled viciousness of the likes of Ursa, Mac, or Kira could waylay them for long. Grinning they advanced, slowly, meticulously breaking down the simple defenses that kept their opponents alive. Chipping away at any breathing space still afforded to the smugglers. One pirate stalled in his shooting, drawing out an incendiary grenade.

“Cover me Cajiji.” He snarled through his gold plated teeth, his puffy fingers pressing the buttons activating the grenade. “Lookers ter me fired smuggler be on th’ menu.” He rose, his friend Cajiji releasing a particularly nasty volley towards Ursa. Pulling back his arm the pirate made ready to burn her alive when a burning red bolt of pure energy tore through time and space disintegrating him in and instant, leaving only a crispy red haze and a momentarily floating arm clutching the incendiary grenade. Cajiji looked shocked, his bulbous jaw hanging wide open as several things happened all at once.

The incendiary exploded sending purple chemical flames rippling across the assembled pirates. Three more red bolts from the Ranger’s main armament punched their way through the pirate ship’s hull and into its crew’s ranks, frying anything in their path. A mighty whoosh lifted the burning pirates off their feet as all the oxygen attempted to escape through the four fist sized holes that were now very much present. In a moment they were clogged by the bodies of the dead restoring some pressure to the compromised bay, though ice was still collecting along the walls and across the hands and toes of those still living.

All in all it caused quite a bit of chaos amongst the six remaining pirates.

Gurgling in horror they attempted to restore their fire superiority on the enemy, but with their considerable losses and the purple flames burning all around them, not to mention the growing sheet of ice it seemed a lost cause to even the most optimistic among them.

Jean held off releasing a second volley, instead pressing the transmit tab on his command station. “Yeehaw, I bet that ticked off a few of them. Tell me true Miz Ursa, ‘ow many of th’ scoundrels did I peg?”

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@Polaris North @Tenma Tendo Would you rather Tonya have a room of her own, or be in Alex and Bella's ward with them?