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So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.

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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Adie's small stature hid her well within most of the crowd. Her drone recorded everything, hovering within the cover of a tent with a shorn off roof.

They were snatching up kids. Making their sales pitch.

Adie reached out into the humm.

"Come on, dammit... gimme something to work with here..."

She reached out as far as she could... and had a handful of minotaurs, her drone, and a bunch of kids cell phones. The distant hedge also seemed to be buzzing with the humm as well, but it had some form of security which would take some time to crack, and everything the humm influenced seemed to be directed inwards.

Then the masked leader lifted another closer and brought him straight to their face. They were talking, but Adie blocked it all out, twitching slightly, with all focus on the humm.

Her teeth clenched. "Rrrr... you've given me nothing to work with..!" "Maybe, I could pull a car in for cover, but how long would that..."

A sudden gasp and scream distracted her from the humm. The boy was airborne. Pandemonium. Another boy saw an opening to attack the masked man, threw some kind of distracting pyrotechnic, and then performed a remarkably acrobatic roll to a firearm, which he fired upon the masked man.

To minimal effect.

The masked man's hand came to a single point and skewered the boy. His body slumped to the ground. More gasps and screams.

Adie's breath quickened. She was frustrated. She felt useless. "Nothing? Not a Goddamn thing to work with in this whole fucking open field?!"

The masked man, his accomplice and their new followers left, with minimal effort or concern from reprisal.

She tapped into the humm and sent minotaurs to the crumpled students and another to the faculty members where one was missing an arm.

"WAIT!" She called out to the students gathered by the one who fell from the sky. "Don't move that one without a stretcher! Check the car for one! Might have neck or spinal damage!"
Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
First Class: # 2.16 Devices Not Detected
Interaction(s): Nil
Previously: Roomies and Being Recognised

"Jonas! You left me ass out in the breeze!" Adrianna leapt from the minotaur as it continued on towards the infirmary.

Surrounded by members of H.E.L.P.'s Enforcement Division, Jonas was mid conversation with a H.E.R.O. Unit when he turned to dismiss Adrianna.

"Miss Dahl, I really don't have the time right now..." The normally unflappable Chancellor looked rushed. "I need a full sweep of the grounds, Hyperion and Miss Miracle abducted several students, they could still be on this island. The remaining students need to be evacuated from the Plateau and returned to the campus. Have security perform a full lockdown, no one goes out and no one else is gettin-"

"No. I'm sure you don't. And I'm betting it's part of the same thing."

He stopped and his jaw clenched tightly for a second. Then relaxed again. So quickly you could scarcely be sure it happened at all.

"Not here and not now. I'll meet you in my office when I am done coordinating efforts to catch the son of a bitch who violated the sanctity of my sanctuary. Thusly, I am quite busy right now, and do not have the time to hear individual concerns."



"Now, what was so important you had to accost me publicly? I presume this was about the incident of--" He was understandably defensive. He'd undoubtedly been fielding questions about this all day, and it doubtless had this negative effect on his mood.

"Whoa, Jonas! Not a reporter. That's not what this is."

"Really, you're not here to tell me that the school left one of many students vulnerable to--"

"Climb. Down. Off. The Cross. Jonas. This is about what the school could do to prevent this from happening again, and what, incidentally, may well have prevented this..." She'd already used incident- "...happenstance?"

"What point exactly are you driving at?"

"Verstile electronic infrastructure with the potential for defensive capabilites. In the 'deadzone' vulnerabilities. In particular that massive Plateau. Between myself and Isabella you have access to two of the preeminent technopaths on Earth. By not providing us with the resources to maximise our abilities, Jonas, not only are you endangering students by failing to provide adequate protection from threat, but you're preventing me from maximising my hyperhuman potential as a student."

Jonas soured. "Your Hyperhuman potential as student?" Jonas removed his glasses, massaging the bridge of his nose briefly before replacing them on his face with a sharp inhale.

"The only potential you should be optimizing your learning outcomes and career prospects. I have no intention of allowing you to turn this island into your own private panic room or war room."

"But I could've--"

"I have been accommodating enough. In your own words, you said you wanted to be treated as just another regular student, yes? You are not behaving--"

"But Jonas--

"Miss Dahl, while I've appreciated your investment in the past, you are no longer in that position and so long as you continue as a student at this institute you will respect my authority and act accordingly. Should you wish to reevaluate your station here at Pacific Royal we can have a different discussion."

Cold washed over the conversation, as Adie noticed a palpable shift in the man. How exactly, she couldn't put her finger on. If nothing else it made her think, and not just throw up emotional rebuttal. That was going to get her nowhere, and honestly, was beneath her. A different tack.

"Alright. Fair enough. You are correct. I apologise for my behaviour. I may have... been taking some liberties due to our past relationship. But I am here as a student."

She continued.

"As a student, the discretionary decisions for the construction of infrastructure of any kind are ENTIRELY out of my purview, and solely yours. When I was investing, I had my faith in you to make sound decisions, as I still do now. I had a suggestion, and delivered it in a less than reasonable fashion, and certainly crossed lines. I am a student."

Adie got to her feet. She turned.

"Just checking. The students of the university... They still have access to the resources of the Laboratories and Tech Wing leading up to term as well, yes? Well, I've got to go now, Professor Lehrer. As a student I've been inspired. I'm feeling this great NEED to start right away. And you know what they say about necessity... it's the mother of what comes next..."

"Stop right there." Jonas ordered, "Before you do something rash, as a student, who can be expelled and removed from these premises. How about you instead, as a student, go and see Professor Christianson." Pausing, Jonas stood and opened the door for Adrianna.

"I know you're used to being in charge, however being a student at Pacific Royal means that there are already people in place with talents for taking care of these issues. While I don't enjoy the idea of turning the Plateau into some technological horror, I do agree with the sentiment of further improving the defenses of the school and her campus. Professor Christianson is already working on this and could perhaps use a second perspective."

Adie considered the offer, and accepted. She wasted no time beating a path to the door of the Dean of Computer Sciences' door.

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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
As this has been discussed before, this is a large school. It is very likely you will run into someone with similar powers to yours. Harlowe and Mackenna as an example.


This is a crossing of paths I can't wait to see... particularly on Makenna's end.
In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
And because I can't post often enough, like the lunatic I am... For those who are looking for even more content to read than the IC of a game with 20-odd active players can produce.

The first of that Alternate Future Banjo Arc I was talking about:

In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
“If you come home, I will unfold your future. It doesn’t lie here, in this military academy. This is built to appease those who are beneath you. To restrain and limit you, I give you a world with no limitations, I will unfold your future.”

"Alright, settle down Squid Game. We've got enough bloody fun and games on the itinerary already... Red Light!"

Hyperion’s head seemed to swivel free of its neck as the cold empty eye sockets of their mask landed on Banjo. Something in their demeanour changed as they gleefully pushed students aside until Banjo was centred out by himself.

“Don’t you get tired of feeling alone, having to always wear that armour you lug around? You have so many looking for you,” Hyperion paused and even with the mask, Banjo could practically see the smug grin on their face.

“I’ve met them, your parents that is. Don’t you get tired of running? Have you ever wondered if he truly has your best interests at heart or if you’re just a burden of obligation? Stand with me instead, I assure you I want you by my side and there will be no more running.”

"Yeeeeeeah... the kind of dynamic I suspect you would want you and I to have..? I'm pretty bloody sure I'm gonna clash... sorry, correction, don't want to give you the wrong idea... I WOULD MAKE IT MY BUSINESS to ensure that I clash."

With a twist of his wrist, Hyperion lifted Banjo into the air. Holding Banjo briefly, the masked figure pulled the suspended teen closer, inspecting the boy.

“I’ll give you one more chance to answer.”

"Go fuck yourself." Banjo smirked.

“I’ll be back for you later.” He hissed directly into Banjo’s ear, out of earshot of the others before tossing Banjo into the air. The force of the momentum sent Banjo sailing much to the horrified gasps and screams of the gathered student body.


Banjo saw the grounds, and student body shrink away from him. His arms thrown forward from the force. As he was hurled skyward.

"Well, this is gonna get a lot worse before it gets any better." He thought to himself. Can't fly. Long way up.

Far below him he saw blue flashes and the quick white light burst of gunfire. Hey, maybe Sparky McGee's got nut about him to actually get this done. He searched for Calliope in the crowd, hoping she was safe, as he came to the apex. As he got closer, he could see the fear on her face.

"Hey, your last words really were 'Go Fuck yourself.', I mean it was probably always better than 50/50 odds that that'd be the case, but that was pretty bada--"

He came to earth.
Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Infirmary
First Class: # 2.03 New Awakenings
Interaction(s): Nil
Previously: In-Tents-ive Care. I Don't Know. Titles are Hard.

The steady rhythm of the patient monitor was occasionally drowned out by the tube that was keeping him breathing.

At first he was on the ventilator because of the collapsed lung, with the other fast on the way. Now it was necessary predominantly because of the induced coma to ease the head trauma, to keep him breathing.

Five broken ribs, a torn spleen, a collapsed lung which almost became two, a bruised kidney, some head trauma and a partridge in a pear tree...

But he'd live. Which not everyone who was there then could say.

"Mmm... Mmm-mi-mo-mmm!" He stirred and with an outburst tried to sit up. Searing white-hot pain seized him first from his core and radiated throughout, and then the darkness took him back.

Stupid...

"Doctor!

So bloody stupid...

"...Stabili--...--emove tube... --gained conscious--...notify..."

He was floating on a drugged out cloud of semi-awareness.

The next time he awoke, the tube was gone, but he found himself strapped down to the bed. Whaddid they think he was going to run..? The last time he tried to sit up too fast he blacked out. Seems a little unwarranted.

"G'day... ...Oi. Mornin' kiddo, I know you're awake."

The Butler. Figures. Next of kin, probably guardian was all they'd likely let see him.

"Throat hurts. Not gonna shut me up though..."

"What was that?"

"I said my throat hurts... but don't think for a minute it's gonna bloody shut me up though."

The Butler laughed hard in his chair. "Nah, mate. I wouldn't imagine it could. They had to tube ya. First when your lungs collapsed, and then to keep you going when they put you to sleep for a bit. That's why it hurts. You've uhh-- You've been out for the better part of a week."

"I know why it hurts. I woke up with a bloody great tube down my gob."

"So whaddid I miss? Who took that colossal masked prick down in the end?"

The Butler looked furtively. "Look. Ya did a Hell of a thing. Not too many people have stepped up to that guy and walked awa-- well, you haven't walked yet. But you will! You're a tough little nugget..."

Banjo glared at him.

"No one took him down. He waltzed out. With a few kids too. And... he killed one."

Banjo winced. And wincing made his... well, everything... hurt. Which made him want to wince again.

Then his mind kicked in to hyperdrive. Calli. Her father's a senator with an anti-Hyperhuman agenda. The potential statement--

"WHO?!" He growled gutterally, at the expense of his throat. More wincing, more pain.

"Easy mate... shit. Some kid called Cassander Charon. He was in your group. They're having a funeral for him tomorrow."

Banjo furrowed his brow. "Our group? Which one was he?"

"He had this explosive kind of fireworks power. Had a not too dissimilar upbringing to you. You'd have probably got on."

"Fuck... That's what I saw when I took the bloody express elevator up--"

The Butler looked at his reaction with quizzical interest.

"There was--- ah-- some girl, who's been asking and trying to come in to see you. They keep sending her away. Family only. That's why you just asked, isn't it? Is that something I'm going to have to be concerned about..?

"Go fuck yourself."

The Butler grinned. "Whoa-ho, mate! Back on that wagon already, huh. And the doctor's tried to tell me it'd be a while til you're back to normal..."

Banjo chuckled, then winced, then more pain. "Ah shit... Don't make me laugh, you arsehole."

The Butler laughed himself, then shook his head in disbelief. "You really came face to face with one of the most powerful hyperhumans on earth... And told him... to his face. To go fuck himself. I mean, I always knew you had more sack than sense, but..."

"Well, how many other times would I get the chance?"

"HA! True! Catch ya tomorrow at visiting hours. Don't go running anywhere til then!"

Banjo hummed a barely audible respnse. It did hurt to talk. He figured it would to wave. It hurt to be, at the moment.

But he was alive. He was awake.

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The Butler laughed himself, then shook his head in disbelief. "You really came face to face with one of the most powerful hyperhumans on earth... And told him... to his face. To go fuck himself. I mean, I always knew you had more sack than sense, but..."


"Well, how many other times would I get the chance?"


“I’ll be back for you later.” He hissed directly into Banjo’s ear, out of earshot of the others before tossing Banjo into the air.

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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials: # 1.113 In-Tents-ive Care. I don't know. Titles are hard.
Interaction(s): Calliope - @PatientBean
Previously: Campfire Tales and Terrors

Jim had sent them off to their tents with some folksy patter that rattled 'round heads and had the group dispersing.

Uncharacteristically, Banjo was all too willing to comply. He watched as Calliope made her way to their tent.

He stopped and looked up at the sky as if in thanks, a smile creasing wide across his face whilst he stood there shaking his head in a state of pleased disbelief, before continuing to follow her there himself.

She moved with a sort of effortless grace, which Banjo now realised probably came so effortlessly through years of practice. Holding form in the name of the father.

His own casual gait was anything but. She slipped within the tent. He fought off the urge to dance as he bounced onwards with a bop in his step.

Once inside the tent, Calli had a decision to make. How did she dress for sleep? Normally, she slept in her pajamas, but it wasn't like she was packed for this camping trip. And she didn't want to sleep in her athletic uniform. She took her shirt off and felt shame. It was instant. Her mind flashed back to middle school, the group of teenage boys who harassed her constantly, calling her a prude or calling her worse names because of how conservative she dressed. And that one boy who followed her into the bathroom.

She covered herself with her arms as Banjo walked in. Her back was to him. She instantly regretted this.

"Everything okay?" She heard a voice behind her. "Or did I get here too soon? Over-eager..?" He smiled warmly at her, in case she turned around.

"I mean, I get it. It's not like any of us had time to pack for this. We've all just got the clothes on our back."

He turned around to give her her modesty. "Hey, wanna know a secret? Maybe you'll get a kick... kind of dumb though" his mind raced, trying to come up with something to ease the tension. "When faced with the age old question of boxers or briefs... I picked... dun-da-da-duuuuun Speedos." He adjusted his shorts to show off the P.R.C.U swim gear underneath.

"That's how little time we had to get ready. So you won't be getting any judgement out of me. Now can I turn around, or would you still rather I not..?"

Calli felt second-wave embarrassment over this now. Banjo was more open with his body whereas she was covering herself like a nun undressing. She turned around now, allowing herself to be open, wearing her shorts and bra. "Sorry, force of habit. Never undressed myself around a guy before. Let alone a guy in nothing but a speedo."

Calli had to admit, he had a nice body. She commented on it before with Cass and Axel. And now here he was, alone with her. She thought back to her previous intentions, how she just wanted to unleash and forget the hell she subscribed herself to. Instead, she wanted a moment of calm before the oncoming storm that were the Trials.

And what did Banjo want?

He turned slowly and took her all in, before fighting to meet her eye.

"No need to apologize." He smiled warmly. "Everyone trying to apologize to me today. Sometimes multiple times, for the same thing. It's throwing me. I should have known Canada would be like this." He joked.

"You're comfortable when you're comfortable. You grew up where you grew up, I grew up where I grew up. Lakes, the beach, swimming pools, sporting fields... private school boys clothes would just be strewn everywhere. The most useless room in most any of the schools I attended, I tell you. The changerooms. We drop trow' at the drop of a hat. Which is to be expected... I guess. Because otherwise you'd be wearing a hat but no pants... And I'm not wearing nothing but a speedo. But I can take a suggestion." He took his shirt off. "...To put us on a somewhat even footing."

He dropped it on the floor. "See, look at that. Our clothes just go everywhere."

Calli watched as Banjo stripped down to essentially nothing. She had to admire his sheer 'dont-give-a-fuck' attitude. She wished she could be so free. But even now, she worried about her reputation. Her father's reach should not be in Canada, but given how political figures in America could have huge influence elsewhere, she wouldn't be surprised if someone here knew her father and, unfortunately, agreed with him.

"Okay, fair enough. We should sleep. Got to get ready for those trials tomorrow."

Banjo stood there with a big dumb grin on his face. He didn't let it drop and tried hard not to look disappointed.

"Yeah... Okay. Yeah, you're right. Got a... big day tomorrow, huh?"

"Man, did I read that wrong. Or did I screw up, or... What the bloody Hell happened there?" He felt like he'd been through a tumble dryer.

She knew he was disappointed, she could hardly blame him. She had promised something and then did not deliver. "It's not that I don't want to. When I suggested it, my intention was not good. I wanted to use you to forget about my own problems. To forget I was somewhere else and forced into it due to my own actions. But you showed me genuine kindness. No one has ever done that without wanting something from me. So, not yet. Soon, perhaps. But I want to get to know the real Andrew before then."

"Oh. Ohhhhh... Oh thank God. I thought I'd gone and screwed up or said... one of about a hundred bloody different things wrong or something. So this is a... good thing then, on your end? Yeah, if you don't want to rush into anything that's great. No rush. As for you, I'm an open book. Anything you want to know that I can answer, I will. Hell, I'll even let the 'Andrew' slide." He finally exhaled, more for his own benefit and the stress it relieved from his own side of the situation than anything else. The actual 'act' itself, he was still more than a little nervous about with his own lack of experience.

He piled into bed.

"Still okay to talk, or too tired?"

She hoped he understood that as she climbed into her own bed. "What did you have in mind?"

"I mean... you seem pretty switched on. What do you make of that rabble out there tonight? Reckon we can hold this lot together?" He asked, looking up at the tent ceiling. "Personally, I feel a lot better about how it ended than how the day started."

"Hard to say. I think we ended things on a more positive note, but I still get the sense that we're not a collective unit yet. Like I am sure Trace hates me. Rory still doesn't forgive me, which is fair. Mackenna is....Mackenna. And you made strides with Inigo, but even doing that seemed to ruffle some other people's feathers. There's no balance yet. There might be one day. No one was significantly harmed, so that's the best I think we could have gotten today."

"I don't-- I don't think Trace hates you. Don't get me wrong, I think they have enough vitriol in there for everyone... But we have this weird dynamic going on. Like I'm the annoying kid brother. We go back and forth at each other a lot. I don't want you to take this the wrong way... but what they said? I'm pretty sure that was just you getting caught in the crossfire, and it was meant for me. I crossed a line there, too. So maybe-- maybe they think you're responsible for turning me into 100% of an arsehole, up from about two thirds of one..? But I don't think they have any specific animosity towards you, in particular. I've got to straighten it out though, I shouldn't have said what I said. Really stupid thing about it all... I don't even think what I said. They just dragged you into it, and I saw red, and said whatever I could to hurt 'em and... well, whilst I don't think it, I know that THEY think it, even if it's stupid and--"

She'd been quiet for some time, and he'd been mumbling away on this weird tangent.

"Yeah. I'll straighten it out tomorrow." He finished.

He lay there for a few moments, unsure if she'd gone to sleep. Then decided to say it, even if it was only for his own benefit.

"Calli'..?" He said softly. Not sure if he wanted her awake to hear it or not. "I've never met anyone like you before, either."

Then he rolled over, and sleep fell upon him.

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"Knock it off, Banjo!" Echoed around the tent. Banjo furrowed his brow and fought to ignore it. "I swear if this is some sort of prank."

Time passed and a rustle, a scuffle could be heard outside. Then louder.

"Did you hear that..?"

"Yeeeeah..." Banjo sighed, in frustration. "I'm pretty sure I heard someone say my name out there as well."

"You did? Why didn't you say anything?"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise at the question. "Well, because the only person I was really interested in hearing call my name out right now was you..." As he began to re-dress.

Calli shook her head, part in disbelief and part because, honestly, it made her feel warm. "As sweet as that is, dummy, if you are hearing your name whispered in the middle of the night, I want to know about it."

Once again, Banjo found himself hating himself for his decision to check on others rather than staying by the tent with Calli' as he looked around the floor for his shirt... This better be good.

It was very much not.

"What the Hell are you doing, boy!"

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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Adie pushed on as their Faculty representative waded back through the group to check on everyone. She found their clearing and put her pack down. Putting her hands on her hips and taking in a deep gulp of the clean air, and looking deep into the darkest rain clouds she'd seen in a while. She checked her phone. Photos were perfect, as expected.

With the way the numbers worked, and Adie as one of the smaller teammembers she hadn't been given a tent to carry. She'd have to wait for one of the others who were carrying one to catch up in order to figure out sleeping arrangements.

Mulling around the campsite, Alyssa threw herself into making her pizza. Unable to limit herself to just one set of toppings, she divided the pizza into three evens sections. Mixing a white sauce and a tomato sauce, she created her base before mixing together mozzarella and provolone for her cheese. On the first third, she put chicken, bacon and sausage, before finishing with pineapple and jalapeños. On the next section went steak, red onions and mushrooms while the last section was pepperoni, bacon, green pepper, caramelized onions, and mushrooms.

Excitedly placing her masterpiece into the oven, Alyssa looked around for someone to talk to before spotting a familiar face. Her eyes lit up as she stepped forward, a hand shooting out to introduce herself.
Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials: # 1.104 Roomies and Being Recognised
Interaction(s): Alyssa - @Lord Wraith
Previously: Trekking Without the Stars

"You're Adrianna Dahl! I'm a huge fan of your work. It's incredibly upsetting what happened to you." She chattered energetically, "I'm Alyssa Townsend, it's such a pleasure to meet you, Adrianna Dahl!"


Adie cocked an eyebrow, at the way she'd been addressed and started checking around the immediate vicinity.

"Did I say something to upset you, Adrianna Dahl? My mouth tends to run off without my brain, it was not my intention to do so."

"Nothing... you just... keep saying the full name. Makes me think I'm being recorded, or like someone's about to serve me a subpoena..."

Confident that nobody was paying any particular attention - she wasn't exactly going incognito, but she hadn't announced a press release that she'd be attending the school either, she relaxed into an easier state to complete the introduction.

"Pleasure to meet you, Alyssa Townsend." She replied. "Call me Adie." She said, for what would be the first of many times.

Adie swept past towards the pizza station, and got to work covering her base, she worked with a heavy tomato base with a single swirl of white sauce, and started piling on all of the other assorted toppings, stopping only to add palmfull layers of cheese after every few toppings. The ingredients she disregarded more noteworthy than that which she selected.

The final layer, she hammered still more cheese on and started to carry it to the oven.

"It's a camp-pizza." She explained cheerily, as if she'd been asked to explain her monstrosity.

"It's supposed to be a bit of a Frankenstein's monster."

While waiting for the pizza to cook, she asked the all important, presently obvious questions.

"So, Alyssa... Got a roomie yet?" As well as... "And how'd another Cali girl like you wind up here?"

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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials: # 1.101 Campfire Contrition
Interaction(s): Listed below in quotes and Iñigo - @Mao Mao
Previously: Campfire Tales and Terrors

Noticing the brief silence, Rory looked up to see a few eyes gaze in his direction. He hadn’t spoken up yet, and was only now slightly embarrassed about the playbook. He quickly slammed it closed, his leg shaking nervously as he took a breath. He looked up towards Trevor for some semblance of reassurance, before speaking to the group at large. ”Banjo’s right. Not all of us can control what we do. They let us work on that here, safely.” He turned his gaze to Haleigh, trying to offer a bit of a soft smile. His mother had always mentioned how useful her time at P.R.C.U. was in controlling her powers. Maybe it would help Haleigh too.

Banjo made a double-take as the other of the football friends was backing him up on what he said. Something he really wasn't used to.

Most everywhere he'd been, pretty much any time he'd taken a stand, made a move or opened his trap he'd generally found himself on an island, having to go it alone against whatever force of nature of the day he was railing against. He wasn't used to having people support his comments, or in Calliope's case earlier, actually advocate for him. Let alone a person he hadn't said five words to previously. He didn't generally tend to make the best first impression, to leave people willing to go in to bat for him.

Maybe things could be different. Maybe things seemed to be coming together. Even if it was coming together over shared morbidity, he'd take it. He gave Calliope's shoulder a gentle, yet excited squeeze, hoping that she too had noticed the change in the atmosphere. He tried to sneak a subtle peek at her expression, but couldn't get the angle without being weird and sacrificing 'cool'.

Rory placed his hands on his knees, willing his leg to stop shaking for a moment. It wasn’t very cooperative, sort of vibrating slightly still despite Rory’s efforts. He looked over to Calliope for a moment, his gaze turning cold for a moment as he did, before looking towards the others and letting his smile return. ”My name is Rory Tyler… My parents went here years ago. I live… lived in Ottawa. I’ve got a brother and a sister, they’re both twins here in the Collegiate program. I guess my fun fact is that I was a pretty good wrestler in high school…” Rory felt a little nervous at this point. He knew he was stalling from having to explain what his power was. He just flashed a smile, trying to make a good impression for those that didn’t already think less of him.

By the time Banjo had turned back, Rory had already started to introduce himself. Banjo leaned back and started to listen in.

"Oh hey, he's got a brother and sister in the Collegiate group. Probably see them 'round the library." He thought to himself.

"He's a wrestler too. Football enthusiast. Probably an athlete in general, by the looks of him. Hockey would be probably be a fair bet as well, since he's Canadian. Kids up here are practically born with skates on... his poor mother." Banjo deadpanned internally, as he tried to 'round out what he could tell from this one.

Rory flipped open the playbook and turned it to the last page, which was just a cut-out note in his Aunt’s handwriting with the name of his power. He read the note, and nodded. ”My power is Power Mimicry. I can borrow a power from someone I’m near for a short time… it’s why I’ve been writing notes down in this.” Rory held up his wrist, showing off the wristband and pocket playbook. ”I… I don’t really use it, honestly. Any time I do, I get really sick after.” Rory kept his nervous smile up, looking around to the others. ”So yeah… that’s me. Who’s next?”

Banjo suddenly tensed as he remembered earlier in the day...

”Look man, we need to be trying to get along here. If you need to walk things off, walk it off… but you can’t be talking to people that way, Andy. We’re a team, like it or not… so let’s just try to get along.” Rory pushed to jog a little faster to finish closing the gap, and accentuated his point by reaching out to grab Banjo’s shoulder in an effort to stop him for a moment and come to a sense of understanding.

Rory pushed to jog a little faster to finish closing the gap, and accentuated his point by reaching out to grab Banjo’s shoulder in an effort to stop him for a moment and come to a sense of understanding.

and accentuated his point by reaching out to grab Banjo’s shoulder.


"Ohhhhhh shit." Banjo thought to himself. Time froze for Banjo as his mind spun trying to figure out how to handle this fresh clusterfuck.

"Let's not panic... he just said it himself. He doesn't use it. He's not going to fool around and do anything stupid anytime soon. This is easy. You find him later, away from anyone else. No need to cause anyone any kind of panic, and you explain to him the 'rules' you came up with. The 'rules' for using it safely and not endangering anyone or... the world. I mean he can follow a simple set of rules, right?"

Banjo offered Rory a simple thumbs up and a strained smile, in support of Rory's willingness to share with the group, as he sat in more abject terror than he'd been in for quite some time.

He was pretty sure abject terror was generally an absolute for most people, and not a sliding scale. But Banjo did not grow up as most people.



Calli supposed she should also share. It was only fair. "So I admittedly grew up in a very privileged home. My father is a senator in the United States. He worked hard to get there, especially since the country looks down on people of color, even if they were here legally. To that end, once he achieved it, everyone else was expected to fall in line. We had to look a certain way, act a certain way. We couldn't hang out with certain kids if it made us look bad. We were limited in how we interacted with the world. Every time we left the house we were expected to be perfect. Get perfect grades. One slip-up and we paid the price. It was almost like we had to be one unit rather than be individuals."

"Recently, like a few months ago, the pressure got too much. I was out with my parents, making the rounds and showing how great we were, when I just...lost it. I knew what my powers were. Had known for a long time. I think my mother knew, but not my father. But when I lost it, there was ice everywhere. It destroyed the town center's water fountain. The cross-section streets were destroyed. Hell, it looked like fucking Christmas in July. I made it snow! And everyone just...looked at me like I was a freak. A monster. I could handle the strangers looking at me like that. But it was my father's expression that destroyed me. It's funny, he thinks I'm here to learn to hide it better. Jokes on him, I guess."

Calli brought her knees up to her and wrapped her arms around them. She felt lighter, but she would not say she felt better.

Better took time.

Banjo enveloped her in his arms. It had taken a lot, the memories and the hurt still clearly fresh, but she'd finally laid out the full story from when he was setting up the tent.

He whispered something to her away from the prying eyes of others, as Luce - evidently the name of the blonde girl with the fresh change of vomit-free clothing - began her tale of woe.

"It's Okay. You can't choose your family, but you do get to pick your friends... You don't ever need to feel alone again."
He offered a warm sincere smile, and squeezed her shoulders with his arms, as he settled in to hear the other girl's story.

"Hi everyone. Sorry about earlier. I'm Luce. It's really nice to meet you all. I'm from Canada - close by, relatively. Houston BC. Never knew my dad, but my mom worked really hard. Used to camp. I don't anymore. Lost my brothers in an accident. Don't like the trees anymore, or open spaces. But it's how I found out about my powers."


Luce delivered her story in clipped bites. Even by today's standards he got the sense that the trauma here was thick. She told of how she doesn't like open spaces - agorophobia. Which stood in stark contrast to his own troubles with claustrophobia, the unexplained nightmares... He rolled his own shoulders as he started to stiffen up at the thought, before writing it off as his muscles just atrophying as the time ticked further on from when he last 'juiced'.

"I don't know the rating, or category, or the official stuff. Whatever it is - I don't feel pain when I'm hurt. Hurt bad, I mean. It doesn't slow me down, doesn't stop me, I just keep going. It's like my body just...adapts. Whatever stops working, something else picks up the slack. And then when I'm out, when I'm safe...I heal up real good after. I'm um, I'm not sure I can actually be killed."

She took another deep breath, letting her top down and pulling from her water bottle. That was the most talking she'd done in a long time. "My mom sent me here for a fresh start. Small town stuff, you know. It's really nice to meet you all. Sorry for vomiting, Banjo. It wasn't you. I just panicked. I um...I panic a lot. I'm sorry."


Now this... this was a lot. There were 'near-death' experiences, but this-- this sounded a lot like Luce was covering a post-death experience. Banjo could eventually heal up deep scar tissue, the result of his body re-knitting tissue, after taking in enough new sunrises. But his powers did nothing for fresh wounds. He was, in fact, remarkably human in terms of his own durability - for all the advantages it gave him physically elsewhere. But he knew those scars he'd 'earned', every one of them still took a toll and left a mark. Even if they were no longer visible. What kind of mental scarring would there be for someone who came back from death?

Banjo wasn't completely lacking in self-awareness. He knew just not having parents had fucked him up somewhat. But this was a whole other thing. How much could someone really hope to get themselves back together, get their life back on track, when they'd lost their grip on the mortal coil... only to find themselves right back where they were. And here she was, right back here punching.

I mean, sure, she looked like she'd been through Hell and back. Quite frankly, she looked like shit warmed up. But going twelve rounds with death would probably do that to a person. Banjo had read about people coming back from wars with shell shock.

"It's fine." He said. "More than fine. I can bring panic out in a person." The smile drifted back into that joking smirk, before flashing back. "--And it sounds like you've been through a Hell of a lot."

Luce looked around the circle, smiling as warmly as she could muster and letting the nerves wash over her and depart again, allowing anxiety to come and go like commanding the tides. She noticed one missing among their number, and turned her head toward Iñigo, who was sat separately a little off from the circle, propped up against the trees. She shivered slightly to look at it, but raised her hand to wave.
"Iñigo, right?" She called out, putting on her best friendly voice. "Would you like to join us?"


Luce then started to bring Iñigo over. Banjo slowly started to unfurl himself from around Calliope.

He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew there was a lot of powers around, and he didn't-- he WOULDN'T have Calli' taking any kind of stray shots from someone trying to take a poke at him, if that's what this was. He would separate himself, be his own target, and be ready.

But rather than introducing themselves right away, Iñigo turned their sights over to Banjo, ready to apologize for their behavior. "Before I introduce myself to everyone, I'd like to say something to Banjo about earlier. We can talk about it here or somewhere more private, whatever you want to do."


Banjo thought for a moment. He'd put space between himself and Calliope, but he wasn't sure how much was necessary. He still had no idea what he was dealing with here, in Iñigo. Sure, he backed himself - liked his chances. He generally always did. But how much space was 'safe' he had no idea. He opened his mouth to reply, and...

"Oh, don't worry Iñigo" She quickly spoke up, unprompted. "We're all opening up here, no more secrets. Share with the class." Her tone and smile were pure affability, internally she was desperate for something to end the circle of trauma dumping, and whatever petty drama had involved Calliope's new boy toy seemed a wonderful distraction.


Great. Just great...

"So have at it." Banjo said, looking up from where he sat. "Whaddaya want?"

Iñigo didn't appreciate being put in the spotlight by someone else, but it wasn't like they didn't anticipate it. So they sat down on a stone that served as a chair and spoke to Banjo while trying to ignore the curious onlookers around the campfire. "I just would like to apologize for my conduct towards you earlier. You were only introducing yourself with an act of kindness, and I spat on it for no reason. I don't have any excuses, nor will I make one. I am sorry."

"Oh... is that all? Pah! Don't worry about it. Mountains and molehills, and all of that junk. You said some things, I said... A lot of things. Water under the bridge. Yeah? Oh, hey, guys? This is Iñigo... Tell 'em about yourself... G'awn. Now's not a time for shyness." He made a handwaving gesture, to turn the conversation over to the newcomer, before turning back to resume his position around Calliope - comfortable and confident in the threat having been squashed.

And that was that, but... Iñigo didn't feel the sense of relief of being forgiven. Perhaps it was the way the subject was changed so fast. Or how they were expecting something different than a simple "all is well between us now" answer. Or maybe they were just overanalyzing the entire thing, making it a big deal for no reason. Yet, if they remained quiet on the issue, it would've driven them insane. Iñigo blurted out, still dumbfounded by the unusual response, "That... t-that... I just don't get it! How can you just accept my apology so... so casually? And then pretend like it was all a simple misunderstanding? You don't have to accept it out of formality, you know. Hell, you can go on ahead and be direct with me. I can take it, believe me."

Banjo cocked an eyebrow and turned back, "Sorry, Calli'..." He said softly as he turned back to face, the matter clearly only resolved on one side.

"I can accept it so casually, because I dealt with it at the time so casually. I was direct. I am still being direct. Trust me when I tell you... I will be direct. Difficulty with being direct is not an issue my people have, believe me. It's fine. Hell, out of the two of us, I'm working with English as my first language, and I suspect you're hardly the only person here who has wanted to cave my head in."

"I'm not about to go on some lifetime vendetta over a clumsy momentary lapse of politeness. If that were a reasonable response there'd be a neverending line of people beating down my door looking for blood. I'm not generally one for holding grudges."

"Never bloody stayed in one place long enough to ever need to hold a grudge..." He thought to himself, but that didn't need to be said.

"Okay then." Iñigo nodded out of an understanding with his words even though there were still doubts, which were buried deep in their mind—for the moment. Then, realizing the opportunity to introduce themselves had presented itself, they began with a correction towards Banjo in a light-hearted manner. "And for your information, English is my first language too. But my folks taught me their native tongue at a very young age. So I am bilingual in Spanish and English."

"Well... sorry, about that." He said, thinking that maybe if he apologised for something then it might break the chain and the other guy might stop. "Y'know. For the assumption. Accent's thick, but I'm not one to talk, I guess."

"Nah, no need to apologize."

Iñigo turned their attention to everyone else sitting around the campfire and started to talk. "So besides that tidbit about myself, my name is indeed Iñigo. Please at least make an effort to pronounce it correctly. Grew up on the outskirts of Las Vegas with my parents and little brother. My power was activated at some nightclub on the strip while I was celebrating spring break. Fun fact, I was in my third year of university when it happened—almost a year away from getting my bachelor's in history. After that..."

"Bueno, a ver cómo me va." Iñigo took a deep breath, prepared to divulge their big secret to strangers in the middle of the forest.

"...After that, Ispentfivemonthsinadetentioncenterandthenendedupherewiththerestofyouinthewoods. Now, does anyone want to see my power in action?" Iñigo awkwardly smiled, acting as if they were not nervous (and totally not sweating) in front of everyone.

"Fuck off!" Banjo barked, a big smirk on his face.

Everyone fell silent, as all eyes fell on him, wondering what horrible turn this conversation was about to take.

"¿Qué..?"

Banjo started up. "So you mean to tell me, that you somehow managed to survive... almost half a year... in prison... somehow dodgin' getting stabbed, shivved and otherwise brutalised on a daily basis... just to come here, and almost get your arse kicked by ME within five bloody minutes..?"

There was a few moments of uncomfortable silence before Banjo's cackle filled the campsite's air.

"You're bloody jokin' me!" Warmth and laughter once again filled the air, as people further introduced themselves to one another.
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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials: # 1.89 Campfire Tales and Terrors
Interaction(s): All quoted below, you know who you are. Calliope - @PatientBean, Cassander - @Lord Wraith
Previously: 'Most People I Know (Think That I'm Crazy)'

"So you metabolize sunlight?" he echoed, turning to Banjo, "That's so cool! I bet you have to ingest a lot more cholesterol to compensate unless it works independently of vitamin D synthesis. We can talk more about it later."


"Huh..." He stopped in his tracks. "I, uhh, didn't know you would know that..." He said to no-one in particular. Mainly himself. "Well, yeah it's independent of Vitamind D synthesis, actually, it's independent of everything. I think-- theoretically at least, it's independent of respiration. But that's a pretty big leap of faith to take, testing whether or not I can go without breathing when I juice. Oh, I... I call it juicing." He became aware he was distracting from the task at hand. "But yeah... yeah, anything else you want to know we can talk about that later."

Banjo's gears ran wild as he wondered just how much he'd been underestimating the football friends. And whether they'd caught on and were just too polite to say anything.

He shook it off and focused on what came next as the large South African sheila took centre stage.

”Well, guess it’s my turn. I’m Katja, but you can call me Kat if you want.” giving an apathetic shrug at the idea. ”My ability is density manipulation which means I can alter my own body mass and toughness. Basically I can turn myself into a human wrecking ball. Or punching bag, so if anyone needs a sparring partner who you want to try your abilities on, I’m your meisie” She punctuated that statement with a humorless chuckle before looking at Banjo.

”Guess I’ll follow your example and explain a bit more about myself. As most of you have probably picked up on by my accent, I’m not from this side of the Atlantic, not originally anyway.” Katja paused for a moment as she looked up to the sky and took a deep breath before continuing. ”I was born and raised in Bloemfontein. Now, that name might not say a whole lot to most of you, but a little over a decade ago there was a large anti-hype massacre over there. The munnies got to my parents and well…” She bit down hard on her lips, casting her eyes down for a few seconds before looking back at the people around the campfire with an awkwardly forced smile on her lips. ”I’m sorry for ruining the mood, just felt like the best moment to open up.”

”Anyway...” she took a shaky deep breath to regain her composure, hiding away her pain back into that deep corner before looking at Banjo with that same forced smile on her face. ”You euhm, going to finish that?” Katja said, pointing her thumb to the untouched plate belonging to the Aussie.

"Oh no..." Banjo thought to himself at first. "I didn't just bloody inadvertantly open the floodgates on some kind of mass-trauma dump by everybody in attendance, did I?" But as Katja continued her story, and even heavier, the details which were so painful they must be omitted, Banjo started to justify his decision to himself further. "Actually... this might be for the best anyway. Like I said. Finding stuff in common. A dozen randomly assembled hyperhumans, with the oppression and abuse that we generally face, the odds aren't too bad that someone here might be able to relate to losing parents over it. I mean, it's at least peripheral to you and Sparky McGee over there anyway, huh?"

Most surprisingly of all, when she finished, she threw a smile on and asked Banjo if he was done with his food.

Banjo chuckled warmly, and returned his own smile.

"Have at it." He said, handing her the whole plate, and pointing to the sky. "I filled up earlier." Beween the heavy cloud cover and the late hour, the sun was a barely visible seam in the darkness, but she'd get the gist.

"Well, she seemed friendly enough." He thought to himself. "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Trace didn't poison that well." He scratched his chin in contemplation with his now free plate hand, before considering what he could do with the arm. "Give it a shot?"

He put his arm around Calliope, who tensed slightly at the sensation, before relaxing into it after making eye contact and confirming it was indeed Banjo who was doing it.

"Whoa... Ok. That was-- Good. This is... Things are working out. This is all good. People are talking. Nobody's trying to kill each other. Calli's sensing it too, maybe? This is good..."

Slowly the supercharged Holden V8 engine which drove Banjo's self-confidence started to up its revs.

“Bloody, ‘ell,” Trace grumbled. “I’m Trace Whitlock. They and them for the lot of you that didn’t get the memo. I’m from Sutton London. My dad is British Military, my mum is dead, and I was scouted for a professional football league before all this happened. And by football—RORY—I mean your fuckin’ soccer. Except better and with less bullshit.” They shrugged. “As much as my power goes. It’s easier to show you."

They pulled the back of their shirt up, which caused the front to ride up as well. Their torso was finely muscled, though far from the definition of Katja’s, and as pale as the rest of them. Their deep blue veins were obvious underneath. At first, it would be hard to tell what was happening in the light of the campfire, but it became apparent that a long limb started to form underneath the back of their shirt. At the end was a hand with fingers. The arm extended longer than a normal one should, lengthening out six feet in front of them. It was as pale as their flesh but didn’t seem to be made of skin. It looked to be denser and made of marble. While it bent in the middle, as if it had an elbow, there was nothing natural about it. The hand splayed its fingers and dove into the fire. It picked up some smoldering coals and held them there as if just holding a handful of rocks. It crushed them into a cloud of fine dust—easily—before dropping them back into the pit. The arm then crumbled away, landing on the ground like chalk before bubbling up as if someone doused it in vinegar before disappearing entirely. “That’s it. And I can produce six of those things.” They could do more with it, but they didn’t care to elaborate. Surprises might be fun in the future. Not to mention, they were already braced for whatever shit Banjo was about to spew.


"Oh, so the dead Mum thing. That wasn't just bullshit." He thought to himself. Trace'd dropped that nugget so glibly he wasn't entirely sure that was actually true at the time. He found himself relieved he hadn't fired back a "That's probably why she didn't move around so much." Especially after what he'd said before.

Oh... what he'd said before.

They were noticeably avoiding eye contact too.

Shit.

Then when they showed off their power he found himself realising the depths of those self-confidence issues he'd exploited to fire back at them. The guilt made his stomach churn. He was still mad. He'd still probably wind up running damage control on what they'd said before, if and when - god willing - that came up later with Calli. But he still didn't like what he'd done. The depths of shittiness... it wasn't equitable. He just wanted to hurt because he hurt, and that was the clearest way to do just that.

He wasn't going to have to fucking talk about this later with 'em though, was he? I mean, Trace knew the score, right?

The churning didn't stop.

"Well, shit..."

Trevor smiled at the group and gave a small wave.
"Hi everyone! My name's Trevor and I'm a H.E.A.T. program volunteer. My ability is..." He trailed off as he racked his brain for a good explanation. "It's easier to show than tell."

He reached down and placed his hand flat on the ground. In the next instant the skin of his arm started to disappear. Not into thin air and disappearing, it moved into the ground under his hand. But moving was also not quite the right word. His flesh was disappearing and reappearing in the dirt in a rough outline of his hand, then his wrist, and the better part of his forearm that filled in over a few seconds. At the same time, a mixture of dirt, rocks, and grass replaced the limb now half buried in the ground. He flexed his new fingers a few times as small bits of dirt fell back to the ground before taking a firm hold of his original arm and giving a firm tug to free it from the dirt. The arm dangled limply in his grasp as he gave it a good shake to dislodge any dirt stuck to it. He didn't seem to mind as drops of blood welled up near the lump of bone sticking out the top, but he was careful to hold it hand side down.

"I can move other stuff around too. It doesn't have to be part of me either. More importantly I'm with Calliope, cool name by the way. We should stick together."
By pure chance he happened to glance at Trace with all those arms behind her and gears turned in his head. Trevor looked down at his own disembodied hand and had to suppress a chuckle before he even started. This would be perfect, he just knew it. A joke would make her feel better after he spat with Banjo. Even at a distance it was obvious he was struggling not to laugh at his own joke as he tilted the severed limb in her direction.

"You seem like you got things handled but just ask and I'll be happy to lend you a hand."


Okay. So the guy who was interested in how his powers worked was called Trevor. If Trace wasn't lying before the other one was called Rory. With mental notes he started to piece together the names of those on the team, should they remain as such by the end of things.

He hoped so... wouldn't want to have to learn a bunch of new names.

He noticed Trevor didn't really share anything about himself of value. Was it shallowness, only really interested in discussing powers? Or was there something more there that was the reason why he really didn't want to share. Ten minutes ago he'd likely just chalk it up to a lack of depth, but Banjo had underestimated him already once, so now he wasn't so sure...

“Makenna, She began her introduction, shining smile at the ready as it came her turn. “Full merit scholarship Yale undergrad, treasurer of the Yale Daily News, and recipient of the Goldfarb Community Service award.” She paused for a moment, wanting so much it could have ended there. “Not that’s what any of you really wanted to hear about me.” She continued, still smiling as she folded her hands together, looking over the group.

“Four delta esoteric expulsive; vocal projection and mimicry. I can sound like whatever or whoever you want,” Her head tilted as she innocently lifted her eyes to the darkening sky above. “Or just a real screamer if it’s called for.”

With a final flash of white teeth, she looked expectantly to her left to continue the chain.


She rattled off a series of accomplishments like the rote recitation of her CV. Sure, Yale was impressive, even Banjo had heard about there. He knew they were an Ivy league school, bunch of schools famous for their prestige, and they had some weird thing with Harvard. He also knew they had a high end law school, and were known for business management and economics as well. But that was the sum total of what he knew. He supposed it was something to be proud of, and that Makenna was probably pretty quick to namedrop Yale to anyone new. It did after all pop up three times in the first complete sentence she'd bothered to say in his presence.

He wanted to redirect and see if he could get people back on track of actually sharing something meaningful about themselves, but Haleigh took to the stage and he immediately became mindful of criticising what people chose to share, particularly in front of the person who saw him chew out Inigo not that long before. So instead he ate his criticism, and listened in.

"I suppose I should probably explain some things. Hi, the name's Haleigh, though obviously some of you already know that. I'm from Vancouver—it's not that far from here, actually. About a day's worth of driving by car. Anyway, my dad is a Mountie. You know, the guys in red, one of the stereotypes when one thinks of Canada. Mom, well..."

Haleigh paused momentarily, before deciding to skip over that point. It was a topic she wasn't willing to go into.

"The Cascades were his stomping grounds, so he frequently brought me on his trips. To hike. Camp. Just anything to do with the outdoors. I guess he rubbed off on me in the end since I became an outdoors blogger and spent time out there solo before... well, the incident. I don't like to talk about it, personally. It's difficult to when one day you're... 'normal', and then the next you've buried yourself alive and become the reason people could've died back home. When your neighbors decide you needed to die over something out of your control."

She looked down at her legs, before taking a deep breath. They needed to know.

"Some of you are probably wondering about the wheelchair, I figure. Honestly, I hate it. I would much rather prefer to walk. But I can't. Not without people getting hurt. It's something that's been hanging over my head ever since I developed this stupid ability. I could sink this island with a stroll. Destroy the school with a jog."

Haleigh grimaced, clearly fighting back her emotions.

"I don't want to be the reason why more people get hurt, so I guess that's why I'm here. Tad's helped me with this inhibitor thing of his, but..."

She trailed off, unable to finish her statement.


So... she was in the chair for all of our sakes, and not hers. Well ain't that a kick? Trailing off added weight to everything she had just said and every passing beat was uncomfortable. Full of newfound confidence from how things were going with Calliope, Banjo decided it was his place to say something, even though he'd barely spoken a dozen words directly to Haleigh since being here. "Hell, none of us knew each other until only recently, so why not me?" He justified to himself.

"It's ok. That's what I guess a lot of us are here for..." He hid behind the "lot of us", it was complete bullshit in his case. He was here because he was dragged here. "...and you wouldn't be the only person here who's scared of what they're capable of. Truth be told, when I first heard about the 'Big Bang' and the expansion of the universe, I figured I'd be responsible for the heat death of the whole shebang." What he kept to himself, was that it was still a nagging belief he couldn't shake. But to others he knew it sounded ridiculous, so maybe that might be helpful here.

"Not everyone here has control over what they do either." He gestured to Sparky McGee. "But maybe with time you'll be able to run down the street, stop on a button, and rise the dirt you're on a thousand feet in the air. Like shaping a mountain or a cliff-face... things take time. Hopefully, unlike a mountain or cliff-face, maybe this won't take quite so long."

The ending was a bit clunky, but he wasn't really used to offering reassurance. He couldn't relate to the last part at all either. He had almost perfect control of his powers, in his opinion. In part because they were straightforward in nature, but also because as he'd said - his powers terrified him into respect.

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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Adrianna bundled together clothes as she packed for going away.

A drone hovered in her room, with a sizable bar speaker playing a phone call with crystal clear audio quality.

"Are you sure this is what you want? I mean, what are you gonna do up there?"

"Well, it's not like I can do anything here. Might as well scoop a doctorate or handful of degrees with my time. You said it yourself, 'Lexi, as long as the hyperhuman thing remains a hot-button issue I'm going to be stuck short term. Might as well use the time I'm forced to take."

"You could've just said 'keggers', Adie. You know that's about as valuable... Nobody needs a piece of paper to know what they're already fully aware you're capable of."

"Also keggers." Adrianna replied to Alexis. "If I twist the degree like this, you could make a pretty good funnel out of it. Get a few of them together, I could make myself some biodegradable beer pong cups. Could probably make some frat-boy hunk a pretty decent toga out of an A1 copy of my doctorate..."

"Oh good, so long as you know what those papers are actually worth..."



"Now why do you think I called you in here, Adrianna."



"I'm not one of your wide-eyed, naive little kids, Jonas. Get to the point."

"You are not. But your time here, may not be as valuable as you are used to. Patience can be a virtue, Adrianna."

Adie glared at Jonas Lehrer from the otherside of the desk. She gave up considerable height and it was even more pronounced by the layout of the room. The wooden beams overhead, the cold clinical feel produced by the rows of framed pinned insects and anatomical designs, everything added to the perspective that you were smaller and an object of study.

Her glare steeled further.

Interminable seconds passed as the pair maintained eye contact.

"Hmm. I suppose we could come back to this later, Adrianna."

"Patience not so valuable now, Jonas..?"

"I also have other recent arrivals to see. And it would seem the one I'm talking to right now is... less than amenable."

"I'm plenty amenable to talking, Jonas. I'm just not going to play your stupid games. You have something to say, say it. Have I ever proven myself to be anything other than willing to help?"

The unspoken part was the millions she'd pumped into aspects of the school. Sure, they had the means to pay their own way, but there's something to be said for the liquidity of a fresh cash injection, rather than relying on commodities pricing and hyperhuman precious metals transmutation.

Jonas' silence and expression gave the distinct impression that she'd just touched on her reason for being here. Or at least that was how Adie read it.

"That's it, isn't it? You're concerned I'm going to run my mouth, swinging receipts? Jonas, my time here... I only want to be seen as a regular student. I'm not looking for special treatment, if that's your concern. Now if you think I'm going to be OK with... whatever the Hell this is... I don't know what you expected. But I'm not looking for any special treatment. Just set me up with my own penthouse in the faculty bloc and I'll be all good."

Dr Lehrer raised his eyebrow at the last comment.

"It was a joke, Jonas. I'm for the dorms just like everybody else. Like I said, no special treatment. I WANT to be seen as just a reguar student."

"Hmm. We'll see. Could you please let the next one in on your way out?"
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The Homecoming Trials: # 1.81 Trekking without the Stars
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Adie looked out over the cliffs as the howling banshee scream echoed all around this remarkable place.

It had been years since they'd gone camping. Dad would load up the truck with tents, a little portable stove that ran on methylated spirits, sleeping bags, and they'd drive on out to some place or another... Camp Resolution when they were young, but then further afield to Eldorado out by Lake Tahoe as they got older.

This was why she was here. To get away from the constant reminders. The side-eyes. The suits.

Of course the hike didn't start that way. There was that strange Australian guy sitting in a chair in the middle of the path back when they first began. Sure, he seemed polite enough. But it was weird enough to draw attention to and to heighten her. It was like he was waiting for something or someone, but if she could go three months without seeing anyone in executivewear it'd be a panacea to the nerves.

A minitiarised drone soared out over her shoulder, beyond the cliff face and turned and snapped some photos. She returned to the path, and the change in the humm let her know the photos had been sent to her phone. They could wait though. She'd look when they got where they were going. She trusted the drone's programming to get some good shots. After all, she trusted the designer and programmer implicitly, they weren't going anywhere. She saw them every day in the mirror.

"Alright, Firebirds, campsite's just ahead." Miranda called out. She'd been invaluable so far, with the rapid info dump on all things new enrollees would need to know just starting out at the school - the Trials, a run down on the House system and offers that would be coming their way, and the H.E.A.T program.

"It looks like we're one of the earlier groups here. We'll find a patch to the clearing for our team, and it'll be two to a tent. After that, you're free to get to know one another as you help put dinner together. Nothing too difficult. We're having campfire pizzas. We've brought most of your common ingredients. Anyone wanting anchovies is going to be out of luck though."

Miranda turned to check on the team as they followed.

She smiled at Adie, "Nothing better for building comraderie than sharing fistfulls of cheese, eh? It's just up ahead."

Adie pushed on as their Faculty representative waded back through the group to check on everyone. She found their clearing and put her pack down. Putting her hands on her hips and taking in a deep gulp of the clean air, and looking deep into the darkest rain clouds she'd seen in a while. She checked her phone. Photos were perfect, as expected.

With the way the numbers worked, and Adie as one of the smaller teammembers she hadn't been given a tent to carry. She'd have to wait for one of the others who were carrying one to catch up in order to figure out sleeping arrangements.

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"No. I didn't 'Fail school', I rejected school, went out and made money, created my own rampaging juggernaut of a company and then came back here after I got tired of winning. Difference."
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Adrianna "AD" or "Adie" Dahl
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A child prodigy in the fields of science, technology and engineering, Adrianna had a lot of early interest from CalTech, University of California-Berkeley and Stanford, but chose to drop out early and get into the workforce, uprooting herself at a young age and jumping on the I-80 across the Alfred Zampa Memorial Bridge to San Francisco, in order to make an early jump and pave her own golden path through Silicon Valley.

Within five years she'd gone from freelance coder, to programmer, to creating her own company.

Three years later it was one of the fastest risers on the Fortune 500 list for three years in a row.

Then documentation leaked about financial donations. To numerous hyperhuman causes. Adie found herself in the public spotlight of more scrutiny than she could handle. Shareholders asking questions, board members SPECIFICALLY TRYING NOT to ask questions... and then it was gone.

A direct link to her hyperhuman abilities. The public sentiment that she was somehow a "cheat" in the field of business and competition. The public sentiment and fears of hyperhumans at large thrown on her back. The board forced her out of her multi-billion dollar company with a paltry ten million dollars.

Reading resentment in the region, and repeated death threats she chose against starting from scratch with the full transparency of her hyperhuman status, and instead picked up her life and moved to where she knew she'd be welcome.

A school where she'd been donating millions for years.

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__PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||Exoteric
__SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||Electromagnetic

Adie can communicate directly with technology and can even directly read electrical impulses through non-organic machinery. Her ability to communicate with machinery includes, but is not limited to, any and all machine based languages and coding.

As such she is a natural master of technology, both software and hardware alike.

L I M I T A T I O N S ||

She does need to be in close enough confines with the machinery to interface.

She has created machinery and devices (such as bluetooth headset - and the more subtle implants she's been working on) to enable her to interface more directly with certain devices that may lack greater network capabilities where interaction would otherwise seem to be impossible.

Without these devices however, she can "hear" electrical impulses from those kinds of machines but lacks a "voice" to send them commands.

For example, if she were on the other side of a door, with no clear line of sight she could potentially "hear" someone's mobile phone signal inside, their digital watch, a pacemaker... but without bringing means to interface would not in and of herself be able to interact with those devices.

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Whilst setting the firewalls herself, her devices would not necessarily be invulnerable to evolving A.I.-driven viruses or malware that can change and attack in versatile ways beyond her ability to counter.
She's still very much (hyper)human.

Ego. Adrianna knows her own capabilities, she has a very low tolerance for condescension, an almost equally short patience for people who "can't keep up" and can be seen by "fragile" people as "arrogant".

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Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?

I don't know. Regret? Anger at letting a bunch of barely ambulatory, talentless suit-and-ties take the multi-billion dollar thing I built away from me? What kind of questions are these?

A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?

I would direct him to the on-island care facility I helped have built. I think it's located somewhere near where the ferry docks? Or maybe by the Alumni village on one of the other islands? I don't know. I didn't come over when it opened. It would have been too much attention. Not that that matters now...

A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?

Well, first I guess I'd ask what precise sensor triggered the alarm, then I'd determine threat level by dialoguing directly with that camera or motion detector. I'd liaise with surrounding sensors in a convergent pattern, so that I'd immediately be aware of if the situation is getting worse and in what direction or fashion it may have happened to spread... Then I'd-- wait..? Is this what you want?

Oh, ah... I'd stay safe and ensure the safety of my... fellow classmates... I guess...


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Adrianna is a short blonde with an expansive wardrobe. She still has a wide array of "executiveware", as well as formalware for those occasions, but is never more comfortable/productive than when shes in trackpants and a t-shirt, pounding some form of energy drink, with her hair in a tussled mess, but thrown up and out of her eyes with a singular hairtie.

She has destroyed almost all photographic evidence of these moments, particularly in her teen years.


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Adrianna does not suffer fools.

Unfortunately "fools" happen to be everyone and anyone who condescends to her, as well as everyone who can't keep pace with her intelligence.

So she can't suffer many people.

To these people she can be brittle and curt.

She will be making an effort to be more sociable with people in the future, though.

Just don't expect it all to change overnight.

She also has a tendency to be "take charge" to the point of being viewed as "controlling" if its in an area she feels she knows she's best suited for.


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Whilst Adie does not view herself as particularly creative conceptually, she is incredibly adept at instinctively finding practical inventive engineered solutions to fill known needs or wants.

This means whilst she might not be the best at recognizing areas which could need or use innovation, once she does she almost intuitively knows how to resolve it effectively.

Separate from her company she also held numerous patents, prior to its creation, which occasionally trickle in some further income.

T A L E N T || W R I T I N G

Adie has scripted a dozen episodes of the cancelled television series 'Firefly' which will never see the light of day, as they sit on her personal computer under heavy encryption.

She is convinced they are not good.

She has also written episodes of 'Star Trek' in its various incarnations, ranging from TOS, TNG, DS9 and Voyager. As well as an angry anonymous letter to the Producers of Discovery claiming that it's "Not Trek".

She also has written a few 'Quantum Leap's and has a surprising attraction to Scott Bakula despite the clear age difference.

If anyone claims any of this she will deny it. If anyone unearths the scripts, she may kill that person and herself.


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Adie met Alexis when both were invited as speakers at a "Women in STEM" seminar. Being in non-competitive fields, the two exchanged details and used each other as sounding boards for approaching the trials and tribulations that came with their fast paced lives.

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"So'd these people take my little girl's hands? Take her spine? Well it'd seem to me, 'Dri, that all that's left is to get back to work and figure out how to make sure men like that never do it again."
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Michael considers himself truly blessed.

The Foreman of his own construction crew in Sacramento, Michael Dahl achieved the dream. Married his college sweetheart, built his own thriving business on his own back comprised of good people and honest work, and some great kids, including a fantastic daughter who has the strength and capability to do whatever she wants in this world.

Michael instilled the drive in Adie, and is more than just her formative male role model. Having seen how opportunistic types can swoop in and take everything she built the first time, she's beginning to realise that she built too big, too grand too fast, and the merits of slower growth and the trust that gets built along the way.

One of her first major purchases, Adie bought her mother and father a massive luxury home out in the Granite Bay enclave, and despite having more than enough nestled away for early retirement, he continues to go in to work every day.▅
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"It's Canada, so remember to pack warm! Oh, and don't forget, photos everyday, I'm going to be all over your 'Gram! Do they still say 'the Gram', Adie?"
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Sandy is beyond excited for her little girl to be picking up the missed opportunity she feels she had by-passing college the first time.

She is a doting mother and loving wife. She keeps the family together, which is not an easy feat considering how incommunicative the kids can be amongst themselves.

She's also where her hypergene came from, with how powers being mild magnokinesis, with some electro sensitivity (electroreception).

Sandy can't wait to hear how Adie's doing at college and all the friends she's made. Even if she's resigned to the fact that she probably won't follow in her mother's footsteps and join the cheerleading squad.▅
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