Goliah

Injustice: Kingbreaker

@Lionhearted Basically that. Just environmental fluff to keep the RP going, teachers dismissing class, for anything you're unsire of you can PM me for background and things.

Music Appreciation Thread

@SleepingSilence 6.5/10 It's kind of funky, I like it. It's good zone-out background music.

I like listening to this from time to time, one of those rare clean male vocalists I like.

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@Lionhearted Sorry, this has just been unexpectedly chaotic on my end. It'd be a huge help if you were able to Co-GM for me :/

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Unexpected events have arisen and I may need a Co-GM to help out for the next couple of days. Volunteers?

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Will have a post up this evening.

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I think she's just wiping her own hard drive on her laptop.

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Bruce Wayne

Bruce largely ignored the outburst, it was nothing he hadn't already heard before from people who thought they could do better. Typically they either picketed outside or complained on the internet. Just another opinionated college student who only heard what they wanted to hear.

"Well then, I suppose if the Red Hood seeks you out to make you answer for your actions with your life, you'll accept responsibility as the drug dealer you are, won't you? After all, you had your chance, no point in slapping a metaphorical bandaid on you and sending you to jail, you'll re-offend sooner or later. I know for a fact he has a special hatred for people who hurt women, especially with drugs. No more half measures, correct?"

Watching Araxie eye his letter opener, he intentionally turned his back to the girl.

"As for your debt, I suggest you do what the rest of the majority of the world does and get a job. Amazon pays speedsters well as part of their same-hour delivery service. But if you want to choose the lazy route that carries the highest body count and pretend that you're the victim while standing over the corpses, then keep dealing. Don't be surprised when you end up dead in Arkham though." Bruce let the comment set in before adding another jab, "As for 'murderer', from where I stand potentially killing children's parents as part of your own bigoted prank doesn't make you the wronged party. And you're as culpable in the deaths of your customers as an arms dealer supplying a warlord. You're destroying families for a quick buck because you're too lazy to actually work."

Bruce then walked towards the door, leaving the girl in office and making his way to the gym, "As for what you want to learn, I can make a reasonable guess at what a speedster drug dealer with dead & dying relatives and an inability to take responsibility for her own actions would want to learn. I will be making sure that Mr. Allen talks to you in the immediate future."

With that, Bruce Wayne had left the room.

Outside the main faculty building, Bruce Wayne met Barbara Gordon as she also made her way to the gym. "Everything alright, Bruce?"

The retired heroe's face was expressionless, "Speedster troubles. Make sure Barry talks to her." Barbara nodded. She'd been updated on the situation involving the protesters. "And get me information on her parents."

@Burning Kitty

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The gym was buzzing, literally in some ways, with the sounds of the gathered student body. All told, nearly two hundred students were attending the school. Many were hovering or flying around above the heads of others, while the more earth-bound students were sat in the chairs that had been set out. The speakers crackled as the microphone was turned on and Barbara Gordon made her way onto a hard-light construct that was generated to provide a stage with which to stand upon. Almost immediately, the returning students took their seats, descending from above, teleporting in, or just finding their way with old friends. Soon the gym was quiet save for a few mutters and laughs.

"Good morning, students."

"Good mooorning Ms. Gordon." came a response from somewhere within the crowd followed by a few stiffled giggles.

"Thank you, Mr. Marston." Replied the former Batwoman, not paying the joke much mind. "I'm certain you're all eager to get unpacked and settled in, so we will be keeping this brief. Dorm room allocations will be posted on the bulletin boards withing the dormitories. The boys dorms will have male listings, the girls dorms the female listings. There will be no co-ed habitation." That got a few snickers, "For those of you who shapeshift and can change your biological sex, you will be assigned the dorms that best align with the gender you listed on your enrollment forms. Any special considerations regarding certain students have already been taken into consideration, but if you have questions, students are to direct them to my office."

The next five minutes included information on where to go to enroll in elective classes, times for breakfast, lunch and dinner, curfew times as well as where to find dorm RA's.

"Now then," Ms. Gordon concluded, "Before you're dismissed, a final word from the Dean."

A hush fell across the returning students, even those who had been laughing and joking earlier. Bruce Wayne made his way to the stage, still an imposing figure for his age. Everything about him demanded seriousness. He stood, as he tended to these days, with his hands held behind his back.

"You all know me." His voice boomed through the gym. This was a man accustomed to public speaking, "By name, by reputation. You all have your own thoughts and opinions about me. Let me make one thing perfectly clear; I don't care. I have done this long enough that I am thoroughly unconcerned with what you think of me as a person, as a Dean and as a hero." He surveyed the gathered students, "I don't care if you think I'm a hero, a villain, an idol or a fool. What I do care about is that while you attend this school, you obey the rules and outlines set out for you.

He let the silence hang in the air for a moment. He loved doing that, Barbara thought.

"No doubt you are aware of the protesters outside the school. You are to leave them alone. They are looking for a reaction, do not give them one, they don't need more reasons to dislike you. Students found provoking protesters will be suspended or expelled depending on severity." The older, returning students shuffled uncomfortably. They knew it wasn't a bluff. "Likewise, violence against your fellow students in not acceptable, neither is destruction of property. If I find that you have intentionally harmed a student or damaged property, especially using any sort of abilities, meta-human or magical, you will be suspended or expelled. You are here to learn restraint, control and responsibility, not instigate psionic schoolyard brawls." Bruce paused once more. "I do not expect you to respect me, I do not expect you to respect your teachers. It is their duty to earn that from you. But I do expect you to respect your fellow students and the people around you."

With that, Bruce Wayne walked unceremoniously off the stage. An awkward clap came from somewhere within the gathered crowd of students before dying off as quickly as it had started. Barbara Gordon returned to the stage.

"Thank you student's. You are dismissed."

@Afro Samurai@RumikoOhara@Lionhearted

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Before I get started on it, does anyone have a preference for roomamates?

Right now my plans are Aurtha/Jenny, Vernon/Richard and Araxie/Alura.

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Hey guys, sorry for the short-ish post, long work day. I'm going to try to have more up tomorrow, I just got carried away with replying to @Burning Kitty, trying to set the tone and things.

@RumikoOhara, @Afro Samurai should be in the assembly hall if you want to interact with a Green Lantern while you wait (Afro, while I remember, you can paste your CS over in the CHAR section whenever you want). @Burning Kitty, I don't know why, but I'm really enjoying Araxie, it'll be interesting to see which way she goes in terms of hero, villain or anti-hero! @Lionhearted, I'm sorry my reply was so short, I just noticed it's 12:46AM and that you were directly addressing Richard, so I thought I should at least give you something to go off of.

Sorry that I'm making you all try to contain your New RP eagerness!

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Richard Kyle

"I've been around a few metas in my time, but not so many who were closer to my age." Richard confessed. "I don't think you'll have to worry about being on par though," he said, reassuringly, "I'm sure that there's at least one person here who could be your match." He resisted the urge to wink, instead admiring Aurtha as discreetly as he could. She was certainly attractive. A toned physique, tall, alluring eyes and an amazing-

"Anyway," he piped up suddenly. The thought that she might be a mind reader had just presented itself. "Maybe we could hang out, help each other in case we get lost?" A slime possibility. He'd studied the layout of the school long before he'd arrived, like he was planning a heist. "My name's Richard, by the way." He introduced himself, holding out his hand.

@Lionhearted

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Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne sat at his desk, patiently. It had been a few minutes since the PA had called Araxie Annan to his office and it was obvious she was taking her time. It had just given him more time to prepare. He'd already decided on his approach. Blunt and honest with a hint of insulting.

The moment she zoomed into his office, the containment protocols were activated. By the time Araxie's feet were on Bruce's desk, she would have felt the slight electric shock of the kinetic energy absorption field kicking in, slowing her bodily process to normal speeds. Behind them, the door automatically shut itself, locking with a click.
Silently, Bruce Wayne turned his computer monitor to face Araxie, upon which was displayed a list of names, obviously online monikers and handles, all of which Araxie would recognize or find familiar.

"My research department has taken to calling your blood 'V9-1118', or Velocity 9 Variant Eleven-Eighteen. All of the high, none of the side effects, they tell me." He looked at the girl levelly. He was used to this kind of behavior. He was the father of Damian Wayne, after all. "But it wasn't always side-effect free, was it, when you originally started dealing V9."

Bruce pressed a key. The majority of the names disappeared save for four.

"Your customers were arrested yesterday except for these four. No point in arresting dead buyers." He clicked a key again, an image of an elderly man appeared, laying in his bed as if her were asleep. "One had died of old age at twenty-four years old," Another click. This time a picture of woman laying unconscious on the floor filled the screen, "One took her own life in an attempt to escaped withdrawal-induced hallucinations," Click. Two images appeared, side-by-side. One was of a brick wall, the other of a bank vault door. Both were covered in dried blood with what looked like chunks of meat clinging to the surface. The brick wall had what looked like a crater in it. "And two tried to phase through walls at speeds reaching Mach One." He clicked once more. The images disappeared.

"They failed."

Bruce Wayne stood up and walked over to his window, keeping his back turned to Araxie Annan. She wanted a reaction from him, that much was obvious from her entrance. He supposed he should give her one.

"I run a school attended by the most powerful, hormonal, emotionally fragile people on the planet. Do you really think so little of me that you don't think I have a way to address every situation that may arise as a result?" He placed his hands behind his back, "I would think you were smarter then that, but your actions have proven otherwise." He paused for a moment, letting the jab hang in the air for what must have seemed like a eternity to the slowed down speedster.

"I don't expect you to know some everything. I don't expect you to know what happens when you inject someone who has a pacemaker with V9-1118 without their knowledge, how could you? You don't have a medical degree. How could you know that it would cause a man's heart rate to accelerate beyond what the pacemaker was programmed to handle, causing a heart attack?" Bruce turned and began to walk back to his desk, "I doubt you meant to hospitalize a father of three."

He sat back behind the desk.

"But I do expect a V9 manufacturer and dealer to know chemistry, like what happens when you inject V9-1118 into an unsuspecting woman with diabetes. That it would cause her metabolism to accelerate in such a way that she would become hypoglycemic within minutes and slip into a diabetes coma by the time emergency services arrived, hospitalizing a mother of two." A cold expression crossed Bruce Wayne's face. He glared at Araxie, unflinching.

"Normally, I would have had you arrested for Manufacturing and Distributing a Class-1 Inducement Substance, to say the least, but I was asked to give you a chance. And I did. And then on your first day, you do this." Bruce's eyes narrowed. "I've been told both of the people you hospitalized have a 40% chance of recovery. The mother has the lowest chance." His eyes were burning holes into the young speedster, "That's why I will be making sure they receive the best care on the planet, increasing their chances to 65%. It is also why you will be covering their medical expenses. Every last cent. And why, if they die, I will not only have you charged with Manufacturing and Distributing a Class-1 Inducement Substance, but also Negligent Homicide. I will have you placed in Arkham. Much like here, they have facilities designed to contain speedsters. You will be placed in a Zero-G cell where the temperature does not exceed thirty-degrees Fahrenheit. The only time you will feel a solid surface is after the daily blood transfusions you will undergo to remove any V9-1118 from your bloodstream." Suddenly, Bruce Wayne clicked another button. "That is, if I ever get the chance."

A twitter video appeared on the monitor, it was of a man being loaded into the back of an ambulance while a tearful woman followed.

"Look at how these metas treat peaceful protesters!" A male voice spoke from behind the camera, "Poisoning us and trying to turn us against each other just because they're scared of our voice! Never let anyone tell you the Regime is dead, look at what they do to anyone who dares speak up against their New World Order! Red Hood! Red Hood! Red Hood!"

The chanting continued until the video ended abruptly, with the only text accompanying the tweet being a single hashtag reading #redhood and a counter showing that the video had been shared forty-nine times in the last ten minutes.

The screen went black and Bruce Wayne was again glaring at Araxie. "It is my job to protect my students. Obviously, if anyone tries to come after you, I will do everything in my power to make sure you are safe. No matter how stupid I think you are. But if you deal illicit substances in my school, you will be charged and expelled. If you drug someone without their knowledge or consent, you will be charged and expelled. If you commit any crimes while enrolled here, you will be charged and expelled. In fact, your goal for this semester is not to pass you classes, but to remain enrolled, because there is only so much I can do to ensure your safety once you leave these grounds."

Behind Araxie, the door unlocked and swung open.

"You're dismissed, Miss Annan. Assembly is in five minutes. You will be on time."

@Burning Kitty