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Hyperhuman from a different house than Cass with Molecular Acceleration, introduced as a possible rival/romantic interest
Location: Crestwood Memorial Foundatin - Administrative Building, Central Campus
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________The Homecoming Trials #1.016: An Australian Kiss is a Kiss Down Under
Interaction(s): @Hillan - Axel Bordeaux, @PatientBean - Calliope de Léon
Previously: The Tribulations of a Freshman
"I guess it's nice to look at, but I wouldn't be caught dead having my likeness used as a roundabout way of saying 'look at me, I have money to burn in a world where people are dying on the streets'."
Cassander was suddenly startled out of his thoughts. Jumping, energy crackled along his hands, a slight pulse of light emitting from his palms along with an audible 'pop'. Turning his eyes to the source of the voice, they widened slightly upon realizing the statuesque beauty from the ceremony was not only standing across the fountain from him but actually talking to him.
His mind raced thinking about how to play the situation in front of him. Did Calvin ever give him any tips on talking to girls? What if he ended up sounding creepy? Or worse, what if he ended up sounding like Banjo? Calvin had always said that the first thing Alexis had noticed about him was the jacket, the same leather jacket that he had given to Cassander when the teen left Crestwood Hollow, and the same leather jacket that was currently sitting in a foot locker.
And instead, I'm stuck wearing this dorky uniform, at least it looks good on her.
It was true though, on Calliope the uniform was flattering. She wouldn't have looked out of place in the corporate world or a high-end law firm. On Cass however, he felt the uniform was too tight in places it should have been loose and too loose in places that should have been tight. A tailor would have gone a long way on this campus in Cass' opinion. The upside was that everyone on campus was forced to wear the same aforementioned 'dorky' uniform. Clearing his throat to respond, Cassander tucked a finger inside the high-collared shirt, moving it around his neck attempting to loosen the stiff fabric.
He could feel dampness on his finger that he wasn't sure if it was caused by the heat of the sunny day or an unmistakable nervousness slowly escalating instead of him. The prolonged silence was broken as Calliope spoke again, Cassander thanking the universe for the few extra seconds to think as he tried to formulate a response through floundering thoughts.
"Sorry, we don't know each other and I may very well be insulting a person you like-"
Opening his mouth to speak, Cass was cut off as another teen suddenly dropped out of the sky. Instinctively, raising his hands, Cassander felt his control slip as a blue glow swelled between his fingers. A crackling orb of energy formed in either palm only to dissipate as Cass realized the gravity-defying student was none other than his bunkmate.
"Her name was Vanessa, she was killed, brutally. They all were." Axel stated, his eyes motioning towards the fountain and its many faces. Panting between his words, Axel paused as though he had more to say before deciding against and sitting down on the edge of the fountain.
"I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it," Cass interjected, circling the fountain while positioning his body between Axel and Calliope. This wasn't the first time in the past week that Cassander had seen Axel openly and freely use his abilities. In fact, it was often the norm for the older student, Cass could barely pick out a moment in his mind when he had seen Axel with two feet on the floor. To say it was annoying would be burying the lead, Cassander was downright jealous.
Cass' own Hyperhuman ability could only be used for destruction and he could barely control it. One wrong reflex, one instinct-driven action and he could blow. But Axel, Axel was able to fly. What Cassander wouldn't have given to have his head literally in the clouds, to have flown away from all the bad foster homes in his past, to have picked Chloe up and disappeared over the horizon where they both could have been safe.
The scowl across Cass' face betrayed the fact he had become lost in his thoughts again. It was Calliope's voice that once again brought him back to his present surroundings.
“No, I meant it the way I said it. I didn’t know she was being honoured, however. Even still, the money spent on it could have surely gone elsewhere.” Came Calliope's reply. Tilting his head slightly, Cassander shot her a look out of a narrowed eye while Axel replied to the pair.
"Their deaths started all of this. It caused the creation of this school. They became martyrs for all of our kind."
While talking, Axel palmed some water from the fountain, splashing it over his face as a bead of sweat was running down the side of his face. Dabbing himself, he stood up, catching his breath as he once more pushed off of the ground a couple of inches, hovering in front of the two.
Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, Cassander had to question whether this was an intimidation attempt. He had been in enough fights to recognize the signs and while he felt fairly confident he could hold his own against the literal 'Air Jordans' in front of him, he wasn't about to be baited into a fight when they had places to be.
"Most of P.R.C.U. wasn't built with money either, the school and campus are basically self-sufficient. They build, grow and create everything they need here. Primarily through the use of our abilities. While this fountain is a bit of a vanity project, it didn't take any funds away from a worthier cause."
Cassander's attention was suddenly pulled away from Calliope and Axel. Behind the other boy, exiting the Intake House dormitories was none other than their resident troublemaker, Banjo, dressed in nothing but a school-issued speedo bottom. Suddenly burying his head in his hands, Cass took a moment to gather himself, or rather his gag reflex. The vision of Banjo's wedgie burned into his mind's eye. He coughed, clearing his throat before addressing the other two teens around the fountain.
"I think the two of you might want to look over there." Cassander pointed as Calliope replied.
“Well, that’s one way to get kicked out of school. At least he has the body for it.” Looking at Calliope, Cassander tried to hide his frustration at the comment. It was utterly disheartening that Calliope seemed to only be interested in Banjo's physical form, enough so that she was willing to overlook his juvenile and frankly grating personality. The familiar feeling of envy slowly crawled up Cassander's spine as he looked at the girl practically drooling after the cackling maniac.
Peering behind him, Axel smirked a little. It reminded the older student of his high school days. There had always been some jackass who would go streaking after a football game. It seemed that those behaviours were never truly gone in some people.
"I'm sure he just thinks he is invisible or something," His attempt of a joke was undercut by his serious tone. Taken aback by Axel's tone, Cassander furrowed his brow momentarily. He had been counting on Banjo's performance to break the tension.
"I really hope one of the faculty members can transfigure clothing." Cass stated wryly, realizing that they had all probably delayed getting to the Southern Plateau long enough, he jutted a chin back towards the Intake House.
"I guess we should more or less follow suit and head over to the shuttle to get to these trials."
Cassander was suddenly startled out of his thoughts. Jumping, energy crackled along his hands, a slight pulse of light emitting from his palms along with an audible 'pop'. Turning his eyes to the source of the voice, they widened slightly upon realizing the statuesque beauty from the ceremony was not only standing across the fountain from him but actually talking to him.
His mind raced thinking about how to play the situation in front of him. Did Calvin ever give him any tips on talking to girls? What if he ended up sounding creepy? Or worse, what if he ended up sounding like Banjo? Calvin had always said that the first thing Alexis had noticed about him was the jacket, the same leather jacket that he had given to Cassander when the teen left Crestwood Hollow, and the same leather jacket that was currently sitting in a foot locker.
And instead, I'm stuck wearing this dorky uniform, at least it looks good on her.
It was true though, on Calliope the uniform was flattering. She wouldn't have looked out of place in the corporate world or a high-end law firm. On Cass however, he felt the uniform was too tight in places it should have been loose and too loose in places that should have been tight. A tailor would have gone a long way on this campus in Cass' opinion. The upside was that everyone on campus was forced to wear the same aforementioned 'dorky' uniform. Clearing his throat to respond, Cassander tucked a finger inside the high-collared shirt, moving it around his neck attempting to loosen the stiff fabric.
He could feel dampness on his finger that he wasn't sure if it was caused by the heat of the sunny day or an unmistakable nervousness slowly escalating instead of him. The prolonged silence was broken as Calliope spoke again, Cassander thanking the universe for the few extra seconds to think as he tried to formulate a response through floundering thoughts.
"Sorry, we don't know each other and I may very well be insulting a person you like-"
Opening his mouth to speak, Cass was cut off as another teen suddenly dropped out of the sky. Instinctively, raising his hands, Cassander felt his control slip as a blue glow swelled between his fingers. A crackling orb of energy formed in either palm only to dissipate as Cass realized the gravity-defying student was none other than his bunkmate.
"Her name was Vanessa, she was killed, brutally. They all were." Axel stated, his eyes motioning towards the fountain and its many faces. Panting between his words, Axel paused as though he had more to say before deciding against and sitting down on the edge of the fountain.
"I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it," Cass interjected, circling the fountain while positioning his body between Axel and Calliope. This wasn't the first time in the past week that Cassander had seen Axel openly and freely use his abilities. In fact, it was often the norm for the older student, Cass could barely pick out a moment in his mind when he had seen Axel with two feet on the floor. To say it was annoying would be burying the lead, Cassander was downright jealous.
Cass' own Hyperhuman ability could only be used for destruction and he could barely control it. One wrong reflex, one instinct-driven action and he could blow. But Axel, Axel was able to fly. What Cassander wouldn't have given to have his head literally in the clouds, to have flown away from all the bad foster homes in his past, to have picked Chloe up and disappeared over the horizon where they both could have been safe.
The scowl across Cass' face betrayed the fact he had become lost in his thoughts again. It was Calliope's voice that once again brought him back to his present surroundings.
“No, I meant it the way I said it. I didn’t know she was being honoured, however. Even still, the money spent on it could have surely gone elsewhere.” Came Calliope's reply. Tilting his head slightly, Cassander shot her a look out of a narrowed eye while Axel replied to the pair.
"Their deaths started all of this. It caused the creation of this school. They became martyrs for all of our kind."
While talking, Axel palmed some water from the fountain, splashing it over his face as a bead of sweat was running down the side of his face. Dabbing himself, he stood up, catching his breath as he once more pushed off of the ground a couple of inches, hovering in front of the two.
Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, Cassander had to question whether this was an intimidation attempt. He had been in enough fights to recognize the signs and while he felt fairly confident he could hold his own against the literal 'Air Jordans' in front of him, he wasn't about to be baited into a fight when they had places to be.
"Most of P.R.C.U. wasn't built with money either, the school and campus are basically self-sufficient. They build, grow and create everything they need here. Primarily through the use of our abilities. While this fountain is a bit of a vanity project, it didn't take any funds away from a worthier cause."
Cassander's attention was suddenly pulled away from Calliope and Axel. Behind the other boy, exiting the Intake House dormitories was none other than their resident troublemaker, Banjo, dressed in nothing but a school-issued speedo bottom. Suddenly burying his head in his hands, Cass took a moment to gather himself, or rather his gag reflex. The vision of Banjo's wedgie burned into his mind's eye. He coughed, clearing his throat before addressing the other two teens around the fountain.
"I think the two of you might want to look over there." Cassander pointed as Calliope replied.
“Well, that’s one way to get kicked out of school. At least he has the body for it.” Looking at Calliope, Cassander tried to hide his frustration at the comment. It was utterly disheartening that Calliope seemed to only be interested in Banjo's physical form, enough so that she was willing to overlook his juvenile and frankly grating personality. The familiar feeling of envy slowly crawled up Cassander's spine as he looked at the girl practically drooling after the cackling maniac.
Peering behind him, Axel smirked a little. It reminded the older student of his high school days. There had always been some jackass who would go streaking after a football game. It seemed that those behaviours were never truly gone in some people.
"I'm sure he just thinks he is invisible or something," His attempt of a joke was undercut by his serious tone. Taken aback by Axel's tone, Cassander furrowed his brow momentarily. He had been counting on Banjo's performance to break the tension.
"I really hope one of the faculty members can transfigure clothing." Cass stated wryly, realizing that they had all probably delayed getting to the Southern Plateau long enough, he jutted a chin back towards the Intake House.
"I guess we should more or less follow suit and head over to the shuttle to get to these trials."
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Location: Crestwood Memorial Foundatin - Administrative Building, Central Campus
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________The Homecoming Trials #1.16: An Australian Kiss is a Kiss Down Under
Interaction(s): @Hillan - Axel Bordeaux, @PatientBean - Calliope de Léon
Previously: The Tribulations of a Freshman
"I guess it's nice to look at, but I wouldn't be caught dead having my likeness used as a roundabout way of saying 'look at me, I have money to burn in a world where people are dying on the streets'."
Cassander was suddenly startled out of his thoughts. Jumping, energy crackled along his hands, a slight pulse of light emitting from his palms along with an audible 'pop'. Turning his eyes to the source of the voice, they widened slightly upon realizing the statuesque beauty from the ceremony was not only standing across the fountain from him but actually talking to him.
His mind raced thinking about how to play the situation in front of him. Did Calvin ever give him any tips on talking to girls? What if he ended up sounding creepy? Or worse, what if he ended up sounding like Banjo? Calvin had always said that the first thing Alexis had noticed about him was the jacket, the same leather jacket that he had given to Cassander when the teen left Crestwood Hollow, and the same leather jacket that was currently sitting in a foot locker.
And instead, I'm stuck wearing this dorky uniform, at least it looks good on her.
It was true though, on Calliope the uniform was flattering. She wouldn't have looked out of place in the corporate world or a high-end law firm. On Cass however, he felt the uniform was too tight in places it should have been loose and too loose in places that should have been tight. A tailor would have gone a long way on this campus in Cass' opinion. The upside was that everyone on campus was forced to wear the same aforementioned 'dorky' uniform. Clearing his throat to respond, Cassander tucked a finger inside the high-collared shirt, moving it around his neck attempting to loosen the stiff fabric.
He could feel dampness on his finger that he wasn't sure if it was caused by the heat of the sunny day or an unmistakable nervousness slowly escalating instead of him. The prolonged silence was broken as Calliope spoke again, Cassander thanking the universe for the few extra seconds to think as he tried to formulate a response through floundering thoughts.
"Sorry, we don't know each other and I may very well be insulting a person you like-"
Opening his mouth to speak, Cass was cut off as another teen suddenly dropped out of the sky. Instinctively, raising his hands, Cassander felt his control slip as a blue glow swelled between his fingers. A crackling orb of energy formed in either palm only to dissipate as Cass realized the gravity-defying student was none other than his bunkmate.
"Her name was Vanessa, she was killed, brutally. They all were." Axel stated, his eyes motioning towards the fountain and its many faces. Panting between his words, Axel paused as though he had more to say before deciding against and sitting down on the edge of the fountain.
"I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it," Cass interjected, circling the fountain while positioning his body between Axel and Calliope. This wasn't the first time in the past week that Cassander had seen Axel openly and freely use his abilities. In fact, it was often the norm for the older student, Cass could barely pick out a moment in his mind when he had seen Axel with two feet on the floor. To say it was annoying would be burying the lead, Cassander was downright jealous.
Cass' own Hyperhuman ability could only be used for destruction and he could barely control it. One wrong reflex, one instinct-driven action and he could blow. But Axel, Axel was able to fly. What Cassander wouldn't have given to have his head literally in the clouds, to have flown away from all the bad foster homes in his past, to have picked Chloe up and disappeared over the horizon where they both could have been safe.
The scowl across Cass' face betrayed the fact he had become lost in his thoughts again. It was Calliope's voice that once again brought him back to his present surroundings.
“No, I meant it the way I said it. I didn’t know she was being honoured, however. Even still, the money spent on it could have surely gone elsewhere.” Came Calliope's reply. Tilting his head slightly, Cassander shot her a look out of a narrowed eye while Axel replied to the pair.
"Their deaths started all of this. It caused the creation of this school. They became martyrs for all of our kind."
While talking, Axel palmed some water from the fountain, splashing it over his face as a bead of sweat was running down the side of his face. Dabbing himself, he stood up, catching his breath as he once more pushed off of the ground a couple of inches, hovering in front of the two.
Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, Cassander had to question whether this was an intimidation attempt. He had been in enough fights to recognize the signs and while he felt fairly confident he could hold his own against the literal 'Air Jordans' in front of him, he wasn't about to be baited into a fight when they had places to be.
"Most of P.R.C.U. wasn't built with money either, the school and campus are basically self-sufficient. They build, grow and create everything they need here. Primarily through the use of our abilities. While this fountain is a bit of a vanity project, it didn't take any funds away from a worthier cause."
Cassander's attention was suddenly pulled away from Calliope and Axel. Behind the other boy, exiting the Intake House dormitories was none other than their resident troublemaker, Banjo, dressed in nothing but a school-issued speedo bottom. Suddenly burying his head in his hands, Cass took a moment to gather himself, or rather his gag reflex. The vision of Banjo's wedgie burned into his mind's eye. He coughed, clearing his throat before addressing the other two teens around the fountain.
"I think the two of you might want to look over there." Cassander pointed as Calliope replied.
“Well, that’s one way to get kicked out of school. At least he has the body for it.” Looking at Calliope, Cassander tried to hide his frustration at the comment. It was utterly disheartening that Calliope seemed to only be interested in Banjo's physical form, enough so that she was willing to overlook his juvenile and frankly grating personality. The familiar feeling of envy slowly crawled up Cassander's spine as he looked at the girl practically drooling after the cackling maniac.
Peering behind him, Axel smirked a little. It reminded the older student of his high school days. There had always been some jackass who would go streaking after a football game. It seemed that those behaviours were never truly gone in some people.
"I'm sure he just thinks he is invisible or something," His attempt of a joke was undercut by his serious tone. Taken aback by Axel's tone, Cassander furrowed his brow momentarily. He had been counting on Banjo's performance to break the tension.
"I really hope one of the faculty members can transfigure clothing." Cass stated wryly, realizing that they had all probably delayed getting to the Southern Plateau long enough, he jutted a chin back towards the Intake House.
"I guess we should more or less follow suit and head over to the shuttle to get to these trials."
Cassander was suddenly startled out of his thoughts. Jumping, energy crackled along his hands, a slight pulse of light emitting from his palms along with an audible 'pop'. Turning his eyes to the source of the voice, they widened slightly upon realizing the statuesque beauty from the ceremony was not only standing across the fountain from him but actually talking to him.
His mind raced thinking about how to play the situation in front of him. Did Calvin ever give him any tips on talking to girls? What if he ended up sounding creepy? Or worse, what if he ended up sounding like Banjo? Calvin had always said that the first thing Alexis had noticed about him was the jacket, the same leather jacket that he had given to Cassander when the teen left Crestwood Hollow, and the same leather jacket that was currently sitting in a foot locker.
And instead, I'm stuck wearing this dorky uniform, at least it looks good on her.
It was true though, on Calliope the uniform was flattering. She wouldn't have looked out of place in the corporate world or a high-end law firm. On Cass however, he felt the uniform was too tight in places it should have been loose and too loose in places that should have been tight. A tailor would have gone a long way on this campus in Cass' opinion. The upside was that everyone on campus was forced to wear the same aforementioned 'dorky' uniform. Clearing his throat to respond, Cassander tucked a finger inside the high-collared shirt, moving it around his neck attempting to loosen the stiff fabric.
He could feel dampness on his finger that he wasn't sure if it was caused by the heat of the sunny day or an unmistakable nervousness slowly escalating instead of him. The prolonged silence was broken as Calliope spoke again, Cassander thanking the universe for the few extra seconds to think as he tried to formulate a response through floundering thoughts.
"Sorry, we don't know each other and I may very well be insulting a person you like-"
Opening his mouth to speak, Cass was cut off as another teen suddenly dropped out of the sky. Instinctively, raising his hands, Cassander felt his control slip as a blue glow swelled between his fingers. A crackling orb of energy formed in either palm only to dissipate as Cass realized the gravity-defying student was none other than his bunkmate.
"Her name was Vanessa, she was killed, brutally. They all were." Axel stated, his eyes motioning towards the fountain and its many faces. Panting between his words, Axel paused as though he had more to say before deciding against and sitting down on the edge of the fountain.
"I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it," Cass interjected, circling the fountain while positioning his body between Axel and Calliope. This wasn't the first time in the past week that Cassander had seen Axel openly and freely use his abilities. In fact, it was often the norm for the older student, Cass could barely pick out a moment in his mind when he had seen Axel with two feet on the floor. To say it was annoying would be burying the lead, Cassander was downright jealous.
Cass' own Hyperhuman ability could only be used for destruction and he could barely control it. One wrong reflex, one instinct-driven action and he could blow. But Axel, Axel was able to fly. What Cassander wouldn't have given to have his head literally in the clouds, to have flown away from all the bad foster homes in his past, to have picked Chloe up and disappeared over the horizon where they both could have been safe.
The scowl across Cass' face betrayed the fact he had become lost in his thoughts again. It was Calliope's voice that once again brought him back to his present surroundings.
“No, I meant it the way I said it. I didn’t know she was being honoured, however. Even still, the money spent on it could have surely gone elsewhere.” Came Calliope's reply. Tilting his head slightly, Cassander shot her a look out of a narrowed eye while Axel replied to the pair.
"Their deaths started all of this. It caused the creation of this school. They became martyrs for all of our kind."
While talking, Axel palmed some water from the fountain, splashing it over his face as a bead of sweat was running down the side of his face. Dabbing himself, he stood up, catching his breath as he once more pushed off of the ground a couple of inches, hovering in front of the two.
Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, Cassander had to question whether this was an intimidation attempt. He had been in enough fights to recognize the signs and while he felt fairly confident he could hold his own against the literal 'Air Jordans' in front of him, he wasn't about to be baited into a fight when they had places to be.
"Most of P.R.C.U. wasn't built with money either, the school and campus are basically self-sufficient. They build, grow and create everything they need here. Primarily through the use of our abilities. While this fountain is a bit of a vanity project, it didn't take any funds away from a worthier cause."
Cassander's attention was suddenly pulled away from Calliope and Axel. Behind the other boy, exiting the Intake House dormitories was none other than their resident troublemaker, Banjo, dressed in nothing but a school-issued speedo bottom. Suddenly burying his head in his hands, Cass took a moment to gather himself, or rather his gag reflex. The vision of Banjo's wedgie burned into his mind's eye. He coughed, clearing his throat before addressing the other two teens around the fountain.
"I think the two of you might want to look over there." Cassander pointed as Calliope replied.
“Well, that’s one way to get kicked out of school. At least he has the body for it.” Looking at Calliope, Cassander tried to hide his frustration at the comment. It was utterly disheartening that Calliope seemed to only be interested in Banjo's physical form, enough so that she was willing to overlook his juvenile and frankly grating personality. The familiar feeling of envy slowly crawled up Cassander's spine as he looked at the girl practically drooling after the cackling maniac.
Peering behind him, Axel smirked a little. It reminded the older student of his high school days. There had always been some jackass who would go streaking after a football game. It seemed that those behaviours were never truly gone in some people.
"I'm sure he just thinks he is invisible or something," His attempt of a joke was undercut by his serious tone. Taken aback by Axel's tone, Cassander furrowed his brow momentarily. He had been counting on Banjo's performance to break the tension.
"I really hope one of the faculty members can transfigure clothing." Cass stated wryly, realizing that they had all probably delayed getting to the Southern Plateau long enough, he jutted a chin back towards the Intake House.
"I guess we should more or less follow suit and head over to the shuttle to get to these trials."
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Previously...
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H.I.T. Agents storming an apartment linked to the attack on Kowalski.
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Location: Sub Location, - Primary Location
The Homecoming Trials #1.0X: Post Title
Interaction(s): None
Previously: None
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Previously...
"...And as our returning students know, today signals the start of the Homecoming Trials. For our incoming students, you will get the full Pacific Royal experience as you compete in your assigned teams for the weekend for the honour of being the Homecoming Royals. These trials will also determine your house placement, so be true to yourselves and give them your all."
The crowd burst into applause as Jonas turned to accept a torch that was handed to him. Standing up from his seat, the House Canis faculty member; who Cass recognized as none other than his guardian's brother, Aiden Roth, suddenly ignited the flame with his heat vision. With the torch lit, Dr. Lehrer turned towards the bronze Chimera, lighting a flame in each mouth of the statue.
"Let the 2023 Homecoming Trials commence!" Jonas shouted into the din of cheers. "All incoming students! You are to return to the Intake House before proceeding to the Southern Plateau. New students should proceed in their assigned teams. You will find a package on each of your beds containing everything you will need for this weekend, including your physical activity uniform. You are to report to the Southern Plateau by 1500 hrs and in this uniform. I wish each of you luck and look forward to seeing which House calls you home!"
“Jonas?”
Winter Caspian caught the Chancellor's arm as the older man turned to leave the stage, intent on making his way to the Southern Plateau. Ever since founding Pacific Royal Collegiate and University, Jonas had ensured he took part in the Trials and often sat in on the discussions for student placement, acting as an impartial arbitrator. Between Yakob and himself, it had been Jonas who always saw the potential in people, whereas Yakob knew better how to direct it. These talents are what made both men exceptionally fitted to their positions.
“I was wondering if we might have a word,” Winter requested, though her tone left little doubt in Jonas’ mind that it was more of a demand.
“Would this happen to be about the Director position?”
“Sir, with all due respect, there are a number of benefactors who believe that it’d be best to place a man of your experience in the Director’s chair and allow the school the fresh perspective of say, Summer Carlyle or even Viktor Bordeaux.”
Jonas paused, the friendly demeanor draining rapidly from his face. The twinkling familiar eyes suddenly turned cold and piercing as the older man spun around on the leather heel of his Oxford.
“I wonder if your parents knew they were raising such a frigid woman when they named you Winter.” Any sense of pleasantry was gone from Jonas’ voice. “My dearest friend, a man I considered to be closer than brother was murdered, no assassinated, mere hours ago, and you come to me not extending condolences but instead prying me to see if I intend to compete with you for his position.”
Spinning back around, Jonas flicked his hand dismissively back towards Winter while walking away.
“Get off my campus and go enjoy your chair while you have the chance, Miss Caspian.” Jonas paused before climbing into the vehicle waiting for him. The warmth suddenly returned to his face, as he spoke again, calling back to Winter.
“We wouldn’t want it to get cold.” He smiled, his eyes however did not as the icy gaze never once blinked while maintaining contact with Winter.
A shiver ran down the small woman’s spine as she found herself standing alone on the podium while the student body and faculty both exited the stadium grounds.
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Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________The Homecoming Trials #1.008: The Tribulations of a Freshman
Interaction(s): Calliope, Banjo, Trace, Haleigh, Katja
Previously: For Whom The Bell Tolls
"Long time hyperhuman; first time caller. Never been to one of these shindigs before, so just out of curiosity, how many of us WILL you be sacrificing to your gods in this thing for a good harvest this year?"
Cassander's attention was turned towards the source of the voice, finding no surprise upon discovering that it belong to none other than 'Banjo'. The age old rhetoric said that every class had to have a clown, and Banjo was gunning for the title between his name, his comments and general antics. To his surprise however, out of the corner of Cassander's eye, he caught a smile creep across Calliope's face in response to Banjo's comment.
A statuesque beauty, Cassander would be lying to say he hadn't noticed Calliope. Her demeanor though was rarely as enticing as her appearance. A literal ice queen. If Banjo could thaw her, then maybe he wasn't so bad to have around after all.
“So cool,” A mocking voice called out in retaliation to Banjo's comment making Cass' head spin as he tried to locate the nearby voice.
“Look everyone, at the cool boy challenging the system. He’s so edgy. No one’s evah thought to do that before!”
Suddenly Cass wished he had been able to ignore the voice as his eyes located the source. While Trace wasn't the least human-appearing Hyperhuman that Cassander had come across on campus, they were the ones he saw most often and their inhuman eyes and borderline transparent hair still gave him pause. Cassander was often guilty of wondering what Trace had looked like before their Hype-Gene exploded. Most of them got off 'lucky', at least in a manner of speaking. Hyperhumans were often attractive, retaining their youth longer if the faculty were anything to go off of. But cases like Trace were what propaganda makers focused on, branding them all inhuman monsters.
Following suit with the rest of the student body, Cass stood from his seat. Taking a second to brush himself off, more out of habit than actual necessity. The campus grounds were kept nearly immaculate, though the older teen would be lying if he said he hadn't put together that the students themselves were the ones doing the bulk of the menial labour. His eyes wandered back towards the center of the stadium, starting towards the woman who had introduced Jonas and the man himself whom she was talking to.
Cass' eyes were suddenly pulled across the bleachers as he watched a blonde amazon make a beeline for a familiar face he knew to be Haleigh Crawford. The wheelchair-bound girl had been assigned with him to aid in the mess hall and the two had spent more hours familiarizing themselves with various produce than either had anticipated coming to a school for 'gifted' youngsters. That said, barely a word had been spoken between them, but as low of a bar as it was, Haleigh was still the closest thing Cassander had to a friend on campus.
All the more reason Cassander's protective instincts kicked in when he realized that the amazon wasn't simply moving towards Haleigh out of the same familiarity, but because something was wrong. Cass had already planned on offering Haleigh a hand with her wheelchair, though the girl now kneeling beside the other teen definitely had him 'outgunned'.
Jumping over several rows of seats in front of him, Cassander tried to close the gap to get to Haleigh before being suddenly halted in his tracks. The sight of the familiar spade emblem on the amazon's bicep made Cassander realize that the blonde bombshell was more of an ally than he originally realized and that perhaps, he didn't need to play hero today. Awkwardly stopping, he hoped no one had seen his saviour complex override his common sense. Taking one last look to ensure, Haleigh was in good hands, he felt his cheeks burn for a second as his gaze lingered too long on the teen knelt beside his kitchen buddy.
“Fuckin’ wanker.”
Cass's attention was quickly brought back to his surroundings as he heard Trace continue to complain about Banjo before being caught in the wave of students moving toward the exit. He briefly locked eyes with Banjo who looked like he was about to respond to Trace before Cass allowed himself a half smile and responded.
"Hey, they may have said it. But we were all thinking it." He raised his hands dismissively, cobalt-coloured energy accidentally crackling through his fingers betraying Cass' manufactured calm demeanour. He was a little on edge and not just because of the situation moments ago with Haleigh, or the slight confrontation just now with Banjo, but because he had no idea what 'Trials' they were about to experience.
In his exploring of the campus, Cassander had asked around about the trials and not once had he gotten a straight answer, nor a repeated one. It was beginning to feel like after you got sworn in, you kept the secret of the trials or else Jonas would make you disappear. Given everything he had seen at this school, he wouldn't have been surprised if the rest of 'Blackjack' had to work together to steal a dragon's egg tomorrow.
Breaking off from the main throng of students, Cass meandered his way back towards the Intake House. The day was too nice to rush through and he knew there was a bit of time to retrieve his uniform and necessities before the shuttle carted them all off to the far side of the island to be, as Banjo so eloquently put it, sacrificed for a good harvest.
Finding himself at the fountain outside of the Administrative Building, Cassander's eyes were drawn to a plaque dedicating the fountain to Vanessa Bordeaux and the five other Hyperhumans who were lost during the Crestwood Hollow Incident. Of course, Cass had heard about the incident; he had lived in Crestwood Hollow for seven years. Back home Hyperhuman was a loaded term, the incident put Crestwood on the map and for all of the wrong reasons. Alexis didn't like to talk about those days, Calvin let on a little more but the way Cassander understood it, the murders were grisly and Alexis' brother, Aiden was right in the middle of it. In fact, so was Jonas as Cassander understood it.
The name Bordeaux also stuck out to Cassander. Wasn't his bunkmate Axel Bordeaux? In fact, he was sure there was a Viktor Bordeaux on staff at Pacific Royal as well. No doubt, both were related to Vanessa somehow. As large as the Hyperhuman community was, it also felt like one big family at times.
It was borderline eerie.
Speaking of eerie, Cassander had never spent enough time at the fountain to previously notice, but the water occasionally warped into the shape of a person, alternating between six distinct shapes. Looking back at the plague, it suddenly clicked as Cass jumped back.
Couldn't just have a statue like anywhere else?
While Alexis didn't recount the incident, she had spoken about babysitting a much young Vanessa, and how Vanessa and Aiden used to play under her watchful eye. She spoke in terms of endearment like one would speaking about a sister.
A wave of homesickness passed over Cassander. The winds blowing off the Pacific suddenly seemed a little colder and he wished the blazer of his uniform provided the same warmth Calvin's jacket did. Ripley would be starting Grade 4 this year back in Crestwood. Cass smiled sadly into the crystal waters of the fountain. He could only help but wonder if she was as nervous as he was about the beginning school year. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Cassander turned his steely gaze towards the Intake House.
There was only so long he could delay the inevitable.
Cassander's attention was turned towards the source of the voice, finding no surprise upon discovering that it belong to none other than 'Banjo'. The age old rhetoric said that every class had to have a clown, and Banjo was gunning for the title between his name, his comments and general antics. To his surprise however, out of the corner of Cassander's eye, he caught a smile creep across Calliope's face in response to Banjo's comment.
A statuesque beauty, Cassander would be lying to say he hadn't noticed Calliope. Her demeanor though was rarely as enticing as her appearance. A literal ice queen. If Banjo could thaw her, then maybe he wasn't so bad to have around after all.
“So cool,” A mocking voice called out in retaliation to Banjo's comment making Cass' head spin as he tried to locate the nearby voice.
“Look everyone, at the cool boy challenging the system. He’s so edgy. No one’s evah thought to do that before!”
Suddenly Cass wished he had been able to ignore the voice as his eyes located the source. While Trace wasn't the least human-appearing Hyperhuman that Cassander had come across on campus, they were the ones he saw most often and their inhuman eyes and borderline transparent hair still gave him pause. Cassander was often guilty of wondering what Trace had looked like before their Hype-Gene exploded. Most of them got off 'lucky', at least in a manner of speaking. Hyperhumans were often attractive, retaining their youth longer if the faculty were anything to go off of. But cases like Trace were what propaganda makers focused on, branding them all inhuman monsters.
Following suit with the rest of the student body, Cass stood from his seat. Taking a second to brush himself off, more out of habit than actual necessity. The campus grounds were kept nearly immaculate, though the older teen would be lying if he said he hadn't put together that the students themselves were the ones doing the bulk of the menial labour. His eyes wandered back towards the center of the stadium, starting towards the woman who had introduced Jonas and the man himself whom she was talking to.
Cass' eyes were suddenly pulled across the bleachers as he watched a blonde amazon make a beeline for a familiar face he knew to be Haleigh Crawford. The wheelchair-bound girl had been assigned with him to aid in the mess hall and the two had spent more hours familiarizing themselves with various produce than either had anticipated coming to a school for 'gifted' youngsters. That said, barely a word had been spoken between them, but as low of a bar as it was, Haleigh was still the closest thing Cassander had to a friend on campus.
All the more reason Cassander's protective instincts kicked in when he realized that the amazon wasn't simply moving towards Haleigh out of the same familiarity, but because something was wrong. Cass had already planned on offering Haleigh a hand with her wheelchair, though the girl now kneeling beside the other teen definitely had him 'outgunned'.
Jumping over several rows of seats in front of him, Cassander tried to close the gap to get to Haleigh before being suddenly halted in his tracks. The sight of the familiar spade emblem on the amazon's bicep made Cassander realize that the blonde bombshell was more of an ally than he originally realized and that perhaps, he didn't need to play hero today. Awkwardly stopping, he hoped no one had seen his saviour complex override his common sense. Taking one last look to ensure, Haleigh was in good hands, he felt his cheeks burn for a second as his gaze lingered too long on the teen knelt beside his kitchen buddy.
“Fuckin’ wanker.”
Cass's attention was quickly brought back to his surroundings as he heard Trace continue to complain about Banjo before being caught in the wave of students moving toward the exit. He briefly locked eyes with Banjo who looked like he was about to respond to Trace before Cass allowed himself a half smile and responded.
"Hey, they may have said it. But we were all thinking it." He raised his hands dismissively, cobalt-coloured energy accidentally crackling through his fingers betraying Cass' manufactured calm demeanour. He was a little on edge and not just because of the situation moments ago with Haleigh, or the slight confrontation just now with Banjo, but because he had no idea what 'Trials' they were about to experience.
In his exploring of the campus, Cassander had asked around about the trials and not once had he gotten a straight answer, nor a repeated one. It was beginning to feel like after you got sworn in, you kept the secret of the trials or else Jonas would make you disappear. Given everything he had seen at this school, he wouldn't have been surprised if the rest of 'Blackjack' had to work together to steal a dragon's egg tomorrow.
Breaking off from the main throng of students, Cass meandered his way back towards the Intake House. The day was too nice to rush through and he knew there was a bit of time to retrieve his uniform and necessities before the shuttle carted them all off to the far side of the island to be, as Banjo so eloquently put it, sacrificed for a good harvest.
Finding himself at the fountain outside of the Administrative Building, Cassander's eyes were drawn to a plaque dedicating the fountain to Vanessa Bordeaux and the five other Hyperhumans who were lost during the Crestwood Hollow Incident. Of course, Cass had heard about the incident; he had lived in Crestwood Hollow for seven years. Back home Hyperhuman was a loaded term, the incident put Crestwood on the map and for all of the wrong reasons. Alexis didn't like to talk about those days, Calvin let on a little more but the way Cassander understood it, the murders were grisly and Alexis' brother, Aiden was right in the middle of it. In fact, so was Jonas as Cassander understood it.
The name Bordeaux also stuck out to Cassander. Wasn't his bunkmate Axel Bordeaux? In fact, he was sure there was a Viktor Bordeaux on staff at Pacific Royal as well. No doubt, both were related to Vanessa somehow. As large as the Hyperhuman community was, it also felt like one big family at times.
It was borderline eerie.
Speaking of eerie, Cassander had never spent enough time at the fountain to previously notice, but the water occasionally warped into the shape of a person, alternating between six distinct shapes. Looking back at the plague, it suddenly clicked as Cass jumped back.
Couldn't just have a statue like anywhere else?
While Alexis didn't recount the incident, she had spoken about babysitting a much young Vanessa, and how Vanessa and Aiden used to play under her watchful eye. She spoke in terms of endearment like one would speaking about a sister.
A wave of homesickness passed over Cassander. The winds blowing off the Pacific suddenly seemed a little colder and he wished the blazer of his uniform provided the same warmth Calvin's jacket did. Ripley would be starting Grade 4 this year back in Crestwood. Cass smiled sadly into the crystal waters of the fountain. He could only help but wonder if she was as nervous as he was about the beginning school year. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Cassander turned his steely gaze towards the Intake House.
There was only so long he could delay the inevitable.
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