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Mobius Academy was different from other schools in the way it was ran. It wasn’t run by a committee, or a group of founders, or even really by its teachers. It wasn’t run by the man who bankrolled the entire flying city, or his co-leader of the Avengers… Mobius Academy was ran by an Artificial Intelligence, a joint collaboration between some of the greatest minds in the universe. Principal P.R.I.S.M. or Principal ‘Please Retaliate If Students Mutiny’ ran the school all by his lonesome.
Pris handled all the day to day operations of Mobius Academy, from selecting the teachers, to building the classes and gathering the students together for the day one introduction, like always. It was his favorite day of the year, after all: the first day of school. Principal Pris liked the first day of school, because it meant that people were going to be at Mobius!
The first day at Mobius was a special one. All the new students for the year gathered in the auditorium, where they would receive a bit of a pep talk from their principal, as well as something that they might end up finding useful during their time at the Academy.
“Welcome to Mobius Academy!” Principal Pris said toward the students from his spot behind a podium. His voice was booming and happy, and he looked like a generally joyous, older man. Sure, he was technically only born a matter of years ago, but living on the internet took a toll on one’s appearance. “It’s good to have you here, and I know I speak for all of us here when I say that we’re as happy to have you here as you are to be here.”
Like all good educators, Principal Prism liked to assume that his students were as eager to learn as he and his staff were to teach. That was, of course, rarely ever the case.
“If you’re wondering why we’ve gathered you all here, instead of letting you begin your career as heroes, good! It’s important to always wonder. Anyway, before you can even think about that, you’re going to have to graduate this esteemed academy, and earn your Hero License before you can even think about participating in something like that.”
“Here at Mobius, we break first year students into four different classes, who will work closely with a Pro Hero that has been — well, more or less — selected to work well with your class! I know in the brochure it promises missions, and missions will come, but before that can come, there are some first steps. Firstly, you’ll have to move into your dorm. You’ll have a bunkmate, randomly assigned of course — it might be coed, we don’t care about that kind of thing here — and there you’ll learn to live and work with your dorm mates, who will be your teammates, should you be assigned any missions!”
Principal Prism was nodding along as he spoke now, grinning. They would get excited now, any moment now… “You’ll also have a chance to work with a pro hero team. There will be a sports festival at the end of the semester, where we’ll watch you students put your new skills to the test, and then you’ll get contacted by a team that’s interested in taking you out on an internship!”
“Plus, Mobius Academy works closely with these pro hero teams to bring them in to give seminars and private classes of their own, where they’ll teach you things they think you need to succeed. Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you now… you’re dismissed! Underneath your chairs, you’ll find keycards corresponding to your assigned class — Class 1A through 1D. Don’t trade the keycards. I’ll know.”
“Class 1A will be taught by Shadowcat — Kitty Pryde, on loan from the X-Men. Class 1B by War Machine. Class 1C by Wolverine. And, finally, Class 1D by Ant-Man. That’s Scott Lang, not Hank Pym. Don’t get too excited, I know. Starstruck.”
“After you’ve retrieved your keycard, head to your dormitory, and spend the rest of the night getting accompanied with your teachers, and fellow students, and whoever is sleeping on the top bunk.”
Principal Prism sighed. Another year. Another lack of excitement.
Pris handled all the day to day operations of Mobius Academy, from selecting the teachers, to building the classes and gathering the students together for the day one introduction, like always. It was his favorite day of the year, after all: the first day of school. Principal Pris liked the first day of school, because it meant that people were going to be at Mobius!
The first day at Mobius was a special one. All the new students for the year gathered in the auditorium, where they would receive a bit of a pep talk from their principal, as well as something that they might end up finding useful during their time at the Academy.
“Welcome to Mobius Academy!” Principal Pris said toward the students from his spot behind a podium. His voice was booming and happy, and he looked like a generally joyous, older man. Sure, he was technically only born a matter of years ago, but living on the internet took a toll on one’s appearance. “It’s good to have you here, and I know I speak for all of us here when I say that we’re as happy to have you here as you are to be here.”
Like all good educators, Principal Prism liked to assume that his students were as eager to learn as he and his staff were to teach. That was, of course, rarely ever the case.
“If you’re wondering why we’ve gathered you all here, instead of letting you begin your career as heroes, good! It’s important to always wonder. Anyway, before you can even think about that, you’re going to have to graduate this esteemed academy, and earn your Hero License before you can even think about participating in something like that.”
“Here at Mobius, we break first year students into four different classes, who will work closely with a Pro Hero that has been — well, more or less — selected to work well with your class! I know in the brochure it promises missions, and missions will come, but before that can come, there are some first steps. Firstly, you’ll have to move into your dorm. You’ll have a bunkmate, randomly assigned of course — it might be coed, we don’t care about that kind of thing here — and there you’ll learn to live and work with your dorm mates, who will be your teammates, should you be assigned any missions!”
Principal Prism was nodding along as he spoke now, grinning. They would get excited now, any moment now… “You’ll also have a chance to work with a pro hero team. There will be a sports festival at the end of the semester, where we’ll watch you students put your new skills to the test, and then you’ll get contacted by a team that’s interested in taking you out on an internship!”
“Plus, Mobius Academy works closely with these pro hero teams to bring them in to give seminars and private classes of their own, where they’ll teach you things they think you need to succeed. Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you now… you’re dismissed! Underneath your chairs, you’ll find keycards corresponding to your assigned class — Class 1A through 1D. Don’t trade the keycards. I’ll know.”
“Class 1A will be taught by Shadowcat — Kitty Pryde, on loan from the X-Men. Class 1B by War Machine. Class 1C by Wolverine. And, finally, Class 1D by Ant-Man. That’s Scott Lang, not Hank Pym. Don’t get too excited, I know. Starstruck.”
“After you’ve retrieved your keycard, head to your dormitory, and spend the rest of the night getting accompanied with your teachers, and fellow students, and whoever is sleeping on the top bunk.”
Principal Prism sighed. Another year. Another lack of excitement.
Welcome to Mobius Academy! When you get to your dormitory, please note that it’s fairly luxurious — about a four star hotel level. There’s a kitchen, and a common room. Each bedroom gets its own bathroom — only one, so you will have to share with your bunkmate. Sorry, not sorry.
Have fun, kids.
@KZOMBI3I missed you! I'm sorry. Also accepted.
@Fiber@Sanity43217@sly13@DC The Dragon@KZOMBI3@pandapolio@Th3King0fChaos@Stern Algorithm@Silver Carrot
Hi all! I think I got everyone... you're all accepted!
@RabidporcupineI'm okay with accepting Michael as is, but I'm going to have to ask you to not have any 4th wall breaks, as I'm not really okay with those in my roleplays. As long as you're okay with that, he's fine too!
With that, we're closing applications for now! If I didn't @you and you posted a character, you're accepted! I'm just bad at hitting the mention button.
Hi all! I think I got everyone... you're all accepted!
@RabidporcupineI'm okay with accepting Michael as is, but I'm going to have to ask you to not have any 4th wall breaks, as I'm not really okay with those in my roleplays. As long as you're okay with that, he's fine too!
With that, we're closing applications for now! If I didn't @you and you posted a character, you're accepted! I'm just bad at hitting the mention button.
Hi all! Just letting everyone know I'm home from my vacation, and I'll be going over sheets and looking at starting this up on Tuesday! Thank you for your patience.
@sorenyes
Sweet! I'll be working on it and have something posted today. QQ has anyone mentioned using Tabitha Smith as family or mentor?
Negative, Ghost Rider. You're good to go on that one.
@Fabricant451Accepted
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