Lord Wraith

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Might think about it.

@Lord Wraith Is there a description of what the NPC powers do so no one steps on any toes? I know they have a name in the handbook but I'm taking specifics in case anyone makes a similar power.

@Kuro

Specificity varies from NPC to NPC depending on if the NPC is adapted from a PC I've run before. Was there an NPC in particular whose powers you wanted to know about?

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

ANNOUNCEMENT: _______________________________ Regarding secondary characters, if anyone who doesn't currently have one would like to put forth a sheet, I'd love to bring in some new characters after those already in the RP are sorted into their school houses. For these characters, they would be an existing PRCU student who has decided to transfer into the H.E.A.T. program and you'll be able to fill any available team spots post-Team Swap, including those empty on Team 18 - Eclipse. Additionally, if you wanted to play a graduate, I'm open to taking on player characters to fill the roles left vacant by Tad's abduction and Ryan's betrayal. If anyone has any questions about the character concepts available for the secondaries, don't hesitate to ask.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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_{Location: Northern Cove - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

First Class #2.01: True Colours

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_{Interaction(s): @Jarl Coolgruuf - Trevor Musgrave, @Skai - Elodie Miller}

Previously: The Good, The Tad & The Ugly

^{| 7 Days After Hyperion's Attack}

When Alyssa had first seen the dress uniform, she had mixed feelings. On the one hand, it was a little bit extra for her taste. The cloak in particular was a lot. But nonetheless, she had envisioned herself in the uniform at a fancy dinner, ceremony, or dance, swept off her feet by a handsome, young, senior.

It had never once crossed her mind that the first time she'd don the uniform was for a funeral. Looking around the Northern Cove beach at the gathered attendees, Alyssa’s eyes were drawn back to the draped body sitting atop the funeral pyre in the small boat.

She hadn’t met Cassander Charon, she hadn’t known him in any capacity until he stepped between her and the hooded monster. Part of her wanted to chide him for such foolish bravado, and another part wanted to thank him for showing such a strong moral character in the face of overwhelming odds. Alyssa would have liked to have thought she would have enjoyed Cassander’s company had they had the chance to meet.

Seven days had passed since that night on the Southern Plateau. The school had gone into a lockdown state for the first twenty-four hours and once they were sure Hyperion and Autumn Miracle were long gone, they slowly began to open things back up. Those present that night all had scheduled counselling sessions with either Dr. Morse or Dr. Mercia. But the entire school was tense and Alyssa had wished they hadn’t suspended classes for the first week so she had something to distract herself with.

Cassander's foster parents and sister had made the flight from Maine to British Columbia in order to say some words and send the body off to sea. It was an honour normally reserved for Bureau agents, but Dr. Rivers had extended it to Cassander as a recognition of his bravery.

Even if it had been suicide.

Kind words were said about the boy. One of his teammates, Axel, spoke highly of Cassander, expressing some regret for the manner in which he had treated Cass that night. Others too shared their stories, those who had worked in the mess hall with Cassander had nothing but praise for his diligent nature.

Death was a funny thing. Alyssa had only ever seen it as just the next step towards moving into either Heaven or Hell. Often it was joyous in her family, after all when another believer died you believed they were leaving behind pain and suffering to be with their Creator. But looking at the tufts of blonde hair the wind had loosed from beneath the covering, all Alyssa saw was her brother, Oliver laying there.

And that filled her with dread.

Pacific Royal Collegiate and University was supposed to be the safest place for Hyperhumans. Within forty-eight hours of arriving, one of them had ended up dead, another abducted and a faculty member had lost an arm. That wasn't a great feeling. No one had died, or even been remotely injured during her time at the Alexandria Foundation.

Some people did disappear though...

Less than ideal time to focus on that nightmare fuel. Alyssa brought herself back to the present as those around her stood in a salute. Following suit, Alyssa watched as Jim O'Neil approached the body. He was joined by another teacher, the one from House Canis who posthumous bestowed the Canis Colours upon Cassander's body. Together they pushed the body out to sea, letting the tide take it out before the House Canis Representative, Aiden Roth, ignited the body with his heat vision in the style of a Norse funeral.

As the burning body drifted out further to sea and disappeared over the horizon, the funeral was brought to an end. The familiar drone of bagpipes playing Amazing Grace filled the air, and though it wasn't her favourite instrument, it was still enough to bring a few tears to Alyssa's eyes.

Filing out of the funeral back towards the Team Minotaurs, Alyssa was caught by Jessica.

"Hey, Aly, Miranda just informed me that we're going to do the Team Swap once you guys get changed out of your uniforms and at the same time they'll do the Colour Ceremony to put you into your houses. Apparently, due to the extenuating circumstances surrounding the past week, it's going to supersede the Trials."

Jessica's eyes were red, her cheeks puffy. While it might have been mistaken as grief for Cassander, most knew she was mourning Tad, even though they hadn't been a body yet.

"So yeah, if you could pass that along to anyone from our team, Blackjack or Eclipse that'd be most appreciated."

Alyssa blinked. She had mixed reactions to that statement. On one hand, it was considerate, on the other, it did feel like they just trivialized Cassander's death. No matter, she'd gladly pass the word along. Smiling brightly, Alyssa adjusted her boat cloak while nodding eagerly.

"I'll be sure to pass that along, Jessica Friend!" Alyssa smiled, pausing, "I like that your last name is Friend, friend." She giggled slightly before chasing after other familiar faces.

"Oh Trevor Musgrave!" The redheaded woman called out, "Can you let others know we're to go back and change into our regular uniforms for the Team Swap and Colour Ceremony?" Alyssa asked before replying without waiting for Trevor to speak, "Much appreciated! See you there!"

Moving towards the next familiar face, Alyssa called out Jessica's message, barely slowing down as she chased down student after student.

"Hey, Elodie Miller! Jessica wanted me to tell you that-"

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Voilà.

Elle Miller

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▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ Elodie Jane Miller _________________________________________________________ June 12th,2000 | 21 | Your Mom's Race _________________________________________________________ Player at Heart | Female | None Ya _________________________________________________________ New York City | NY | USA ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B U I L D || Toned ◼ H A I R C O L O R || Auburn ◼ E Y E C O L O R || Hazel ◼ H E I G H T || 5'-7" ◼ W E I G H T || 130 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Light - ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M O T I V A T I O N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Elle's main motivation in life is to enjoy it as fully as possible. She's realized that her life has been much easier than most, and that privilege has transformed into the need to ensure future generations can enjoy such a carefree existence as well. She wants to work hard and play harder. Committing to PRCU doesn't mean that she can't have a little fun every now and then. She is also motivated by her three biggest supporters. The first two, of course, being her parents. Who didn't even blink when they realized their daughter was hyperhuman. The third being the agent that put her on this path. Who has already sent a message to check in on her first few weeks at PRCU, and has warned her of the dangers she could face in joining this part of hyperhuman society. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Elle's pressing goals are to adjust to a life with constant hyperhuman interactions. It's not like she avoided making friends with hyperhumans in the city, but she understands that she would have felt a stronger urge to get to know them and be around them if she hadn't been concerned with keeping her own hype-gene hidden. That is another current goal. To realize why she even kept it hidden in the first place. At first it was fun, and it meant that she could use her ability without consequences. She realizes how lucky she had it, that her ability was sublte enough that it went undetected for so long. Then again, she knows she really only used it for fun. Why take that fun away? A broader goal is to become a field agent of H.I.T. She doesn't mind deskwork, but she much prefers to apply herself to a more active role. She wants to witness everything firsthand, to be there to help, and to minimize any damage done to a person or property. While her ability isn't as offensive as most field agents, she knows there are smarter ways to use it in a fight. She just needs the right training. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Elle may not loathe the school uniform, but she also may have tried to dress it down on her first day of classes. After firm corrections, Elle keeps her uniform in pristine condition until the bell strikes 16:00. As soon as she's permitted, Elle immediately removes her blazer, unbuttons the top few buttons of her dress shirt, untucks it, and slings the blazer over her shoulder so that she doesn't leave it behind. The thought of staying so dressed up after hours seems too utilitarian to her. She prefers the loafers to flats, and always wears a skirt. She only bears the beret when she thinks it will rain, or if she is feeling the school spirit. Elle's community contribution at PRCU is to aid in the infirmary. While she isn't medically talented, Elle sometimes uses her ability to calm the nerves of the patients. She'll even sneak them chocolate or ice cream to cheer them up. - _________________________________________________________

▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Elodie Jane Miller was born to two young lovers in Brooklyn. They could barely afford their rent, and yet they lived a happy life in poverty with their newborn. Elodie's father soon published a successful novel, enough to move the family into a two bedroom apartment with a view of the Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan Skyline. Elle spent most of her childhood here. After school she would read, and occasionally find herself staring out of the window at the bridge and city beyond. Elle's hyperhuman ability did not present itself until she entered puberty. At first she didn't understand it, and yet she found herself easily getting what she wanted. She began to suspect as she entered highschool, and soon began experimenting with her ability. She poured herself into research and quietly mastered it on her own. She made sure not to get caught, either. Her life continued on in ease, and soon she graduated from high school. She moved across the Brooklyn Bridge and began to attend a small college. While she remained studious, she began to live a fuller life than before. It wasn't until her mother passed during her second year that she became reckless with her ability. She began to use it at bars, to get older gentlemen to buy her drinks. It worked for a while, until she unknowingly tried to influence an Agent of H.I.T. and realized that her ability did not work on everyone. She was busted, and had to go through the process of getting registered as a hyperhuman. Elle thought of it as a crime to her independence. The agent that busted her explained that he was glad for her. Before she could get offended, he explained that if she'd gone unnoticed by H.I.T. she could have had a worse fate. Elle began to meet with this agent, who decided that she was his responsibility now. He began to open her eyes to the dangers that hyperhumans face every day, and also to the dangers that they pose to the public themselves. Soon, Elle began to pay more attention to hyperhuman news. She realized that many hyperhumans are targeted every single day in the city, and even more cause destruction that the very agent she learned to know has to face. It inspired her to refocus her studies. She began lessons that taught her more than basic self defense. She was leading herself to becoming an agent of H.I.T. before she could even realize it. She turned twenty-one the summer before she decided to enroll in PRCU. Although she hadn't committed to PRCU yet, the agent that kept tabs on her suggested she join the force. Elle scoffed, and explained to him that she just wanted to keep her life as normal as possible. She wanted to become a writer, like her father. Maybe teach on the side. To become an agent that dealt with Hyperhumans every day did not seem pleasant. So Elle refused the agent's suggestion, and pushed the idea to the back of her mind. Still, it began to crawl its way to the surface as Elle began to hear more and more tragic news within the city she was so in love with. A month before the fall semester at PRCU it all fell into place. Elle found herself caught in the middle of a hyperhuman dispute with a crowd of angry protesters. The protesters, of course, being anti-hyperhuman extremists. At first she attempted to flee, afraid of what the protesters might do to any other hyperhuman in the area out of their own fear and also afraid of what destruction the enraged hyperhuman may do as well. When she realized there was no way out, caught in the middle of the battle between species, she realized that her only chance of escaping unharmed was to act. She sent a message to the agent she'd grown to trust, found a spot right in the middle of the chaos, and summoned all of the courage she had. She hadn't used her ability in months, well, not to an extreme extent. She called upon her pheromones and sent them spreading throughout the crowd of the angriest ones. The hyperhuman, now preparing to wipe out as many protestors as possible, stood right at the center of that group. By the time the agent had arrived, H.I.T. right behind him, Elle had managed to diffuse the most violent bits of the fight. Instead of disciplinary measures, Elle found herself being offered a position at PRCU. Elle might have been exhausted from her first encounter with hyperhuman violence, but it also left her feeling accomplished. Perhaps she could do with a little less normal in her life, and follow in the footsteps of the agent that introduced her to it in the first place. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || P H E R O M O N E M A N I P U L A T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||Somatic Elle is a Hyperhuman capable of controlling her own and others pheromones. Humans can already secrete and receive signals from pheromones on their own, but pheromones are such a subtle and most times undetected or misinterpreted signal sent between species. Elle is able to cross that line. She has a heightened perception of her own pheromones, and also the pheromones of others. She can affect others pheromones because her own are capable of overwhelming those of her affected target, thus inducing many different behaviors. It's possible to induce sleep, attraction, a calm, anxious, focused, or confident state of mind, and could also place a subject into a state of high suggestibility. L I M I T A T I O N S || While it may seem that Elle is capable of heavily influencing others through pheromones, it is not as strong as mind control. She can only suggest that an individual act how she desires. If they have a strong will and emotional understanding they can choose a different response. Elle is able to secrete her pheromones to cover a fifty foot radius and can affect up to fifteen people at once. She can hold this amount of distance or this amount of subjects for over twenty minutes, with the amount of time affected increasing with less distance and less subjects to influence. For example, if she wanted to affect one subject within a foot of distance she could affect them for almost an hour. W E A K N E S S E S || Pheromones are detected through the olfactory system. This means that if a subject has a muted or blocked sense of smell or taste, they are unable to be influenced by Elle's pheromones. If her own olfactory system has been tampered with she can also experience difficulty in detecting and manipulating her own pheromones. The use of Elle's ability can leave her exhausted, and she requires higher amounts of sleep if she plans to use her ability to it's fullest. Elle can also get lost in her own influence and sometimes act just as strange as those she is influencing. She has to be on top of her own emotions to keep a level head. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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"Oh, I don't wake easily." Elle responded a little too quickly. When the agent didn't respond fast enough for Elle's liking, she gave a sheepish smile and continued. "Y'know, the city. I guess that if something was to wake me it would have to be something loud."

"A car crashed into the bodega below my place once. That got me out of bed."

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"Well... it depends. If they look like the usual stranger back home, I'd try to move on from the situation without getting into an altercation. If they were obviously in need, that's a different story. I'd calm them, get them off of the street, get them water or a drink if they needed it. Just give them a safe space until they're comfortable enough to tell me what happened."

"What if their attacker was right behind them?" The interviewer asked, giving Elle a blank stare.

"I have enough sense to run. If running is not an option, I understand how to disarm an opponent. I'd at least give the stranger time to escape, and then look for my own." Elle cleared her throat softly at that and shifted in her seat.

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"I would follow protocol, unless it's a situation that dissolves it. In an immediate threat to the building I'm in, I would help with evacuation or try to calm anyone in distress. I'd hope that security would get to the building in time that I wouldn't have to deal with the intruder."

@Skai

Elle is accepted. She will be joining in Team Firebird 'as though she has always been there'. Please post your CS in the character tab and feel free to make an introductory post to join your team's campsite!

Should you prefer to wait, I have a planned mention of Elle in my GM post.

For those of you on Firebird, Elle will be filling the void left by Lakisha's removal.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

ANNOUNCEMENT: _______________________________ I owe the vast majority of you an apology. Last week, there was an incident where players had located a draft from my personal workshop thread and brought it to the attention of others in the Team Blackjack specific channel. This led to a dialogue with several players voicing opinions as to how I wrote not only my post but my character. Suffice it to say, I didn't appreciate the violation of privacy or unsolicited input. This was in addition to already having a hard time GMing after adjusting not only to a larger player base but unfortunately I knowingly took on a player that I historically do not get along with. I'm not perfect, far from it. I let emotions get the better of me and thought I could migrate the issues by muting the general chats in the Discord and appearing offline so as to focus on the game solely from a GM perspective. Unfortunately, issues continued to boil up and I thought I would teach these alleged 'troublemakers' a lesson by laying a trap. On May 8th, I posted the following draft to my workshop thread, full well knowing it was public:

The GM Draft

GM Post:

-Send both Blackjack and Firebird to bed for the night
-GM excerpt? Campus attacked, and several cast members are killed. Likely reduce players down to a more manageable number, and apologize to the rest.

The thunderstorm masked any sounds of their arrival as Hyperion and Autumn set upon the Southern Plateau like predators at a buffet.

-The surviving members of Blackjack, Eclipse and Firebird gather for the swap, clearly shaken.

Was it all just a dream?

Cass kept hoping he would wake up. His arm was in agony, a bloodied batch of bandages covering the stump where he used to have a hand. Axel's dead eyes haunted him, he hadn't been able to fly away fast enough. Haleigh was the next to fall, her wheelchair proving to be the ultimate liability. Things only got worse after Rory started borrowing powers, and the chaos continued to spiral from there. Between Blackjack and Firebird, there were eight dead students. Who knew how many on Eclipse? Who knew how many more throughout the rest of the school. How were the Collegiate students supposed to defend themselves against Hyperion?

How was this Hyperhuman on Hyperhuman violence bringing about Hyperion's goals? None of this made sense to Cassander.

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“Hello, Miss Miracle.”

Looking up from between her knees, Autumn looked towards the figure before turning towards her cell camera and smiling widely.

And then the feed went dark.

The thunderstorm masked any sounds of their arrival as Hyperion and Autumn set upon the Southern Plateau like predators at a buffet.

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Cass kept hoping he would wake up. His arm was in agony, a bloodied batch of bandages covering the stump where he used to have a hand. Axel's dead eyes haunted him, he hadn't been able to fly away fast enough. Haleigh was the next to fall, her wheelchair proving to be the ultimate liability. Things only got worse after Rory started borrowing powers, and the chaos continued to spiral from there. Between Blackjack and Firebird, there were eight dead students. Who knew how many on Eclipse? Who knew how many more throughout the rest of the school. How were the Collegiate students supposed to defend themselves against Hyperion?

How was this Hyperhuman on Hyperhuman violence bringing about Hyperion's goals? None of this made sense to Cassander. He had tried to help, tried to protect them. Inside his powers had been turned against him, took his own hand off along with half of Trace's face.

Or at least he had thought it was Trace. It wasn't until the body hit the ground that it was revealed to be Iñigo. The speedster from the other team had been cleaved clear in half by Autumn using powers taken from the now dead Ryan Clarke.

Somehow they were expected to continue with the Homecoming Trials, as though nothing that happened the previous night mattered, as though they hadn't just lost half their classmates. Standing alongside the remaining members of Blackjack, Cassander looked toward Firebird and Eclipse. There should have been thirty-six students including himself here today.

Instead, he counted only nineteen left.

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This post was circulated, as was intended, through the targeted parties, discouraging several players from posting and ultimately leading to a player leaving. While in many ways this was a desired outcome, it was not the way to go about removing a player from the roleplay, nor the way to address when I have issues with players. By going about handling the situation in this manner, I no doubt off-put several players, and while several were in on the joke, many more were not. In particular, I want to extend an apology to @Kuro, @Mao Mao, and @webboysurf whose characters were named in the 'draft' post.

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I guess I'll have a CS up by tomorrow night.

@Skai

Crestwood Hollow/Santa Celia reunion tour starts here.

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@JunkMail

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Cass was taken aback by Banjo's confession. Though it certainly made the pieces start to fall into place. He had encountered many 'Banjos' from his time in the foster system. They learned to act that way to demand the attention they couldn't get otherwise. Realizing his sleeves had pulled back enough to reveal his scars, Cass quickly pulled his hands to his chest, tugging the sleeves down to hide them from any further prying eyes.

Makenna spoke up, referring to herself by a number and Greek letter. Maybe some sort of classification? Cassander wasn't exactly sure what she was talking about but it seemed to relate to her abilities. Perhaps it was something she and Dr. Lehrer had discussed during their one on one.

Haleigh was next, revealing the truth behind the wheelchair and suspecting on of Cass' hunches. He had noted from their first day in the mess hall, that the soles of her shoes were dirty, scuffed even. Not common of someone who had been in a wheelchair all their life. Haleigh was new to the chair and he couldn't blame her for holding such disdain for something that robbed her of a freedom she once knew.

"Not everyone here can control what they do," Banjo comforted Haleigh, which was nice until he gestured towards Cass.

He'd remember that.

As Iñigo approached. Cass watched the interaction with Mackenna, her look toward Calliope and decided he had enough of this. This wasn't the team he going to stick with. It was time to end this little tête-à-têtes.

"Oh, Banjo," Cass called.

"Control this." He snapped opening a fist as he created an orb and hurled the ball of concussive force toward Banjo. It wasn't enough to harm anyone, but it should have been enough to send Banjo off of his seat and onto his back.

It all felt too fast and too fake.

Not even an hour ago, this lot had been ready to fight it out over a 'simple misunderstanding'. Now they were swapping traumatic back stories around a fire? No. Cass didn't buy it, this was all a trick of some sort to be used against him at a later date. People were cruel and he had already said too much by revealing his lack of control with his abilities.

Banjo had made sure to reiterate that fact for the group afterall.

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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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_{Location: Southern Plateau - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

The Homecoming Trials #1.95: Road Trips & Introductions

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_{Interaction(s): @Junkmail - Sierra Hilton, @Hound55 - Adrianna Dahl}

Previously: TBD

The drive from Orange County to Prince Rupert had been unusually quiet. Road trips for the Townsend family were usually a much more jovial occasion, but a melancholy mood had set over the four on this particular day. It was bittersweet, on one part both siblings were going off to school together, and on another, it would be the first time Arthur and Celeste Townsend had been without their children since the day their eldest had been born.

Normally the one to console everyone, the usually cheerful, chatterbox that was Alyssa Townsend didn't quite feel like herself lately. Another school year at yet another new school. It had been hard enough going off to the Alexandria Foundation last year, a lot like the days leading up to departing for the boarding schools of her youth, but this was still somehow harder. The Foundation's Institute had been unique, but it's location and protocols left little to be desired for someone who wanted to remain in touch with their family throughout the year. Alyssa was grateful when her father finally stood up to his mother and had Alyssa removed from the suffocating environment. But her first experience with a Hyperhuman-only institution left a sour taste in her mouth. She only hoped that Pacific Royal didn't do the same to her brother.

Alyssa's first encounter with P.R.C.U. had come from the two school's friendly extramural league. Attending an away game on the Canadian island, Alyssa had become enamoured with the rival school and began to beg and prod for her parents to transfer to a program there instead. With the discovery of her brother's own Hyperhuman abilities, and with P.R.C.U. being both a closer and more inviting institution, the Townsends' caved to their daughter's wishes.

In the driver's seat, Alyssa's father; Arthur, likewise drove in near silence, breaking only occasionally to announce when they were stopping or to sing along with the radio, even if only under his breath. Her mother, Celeste, on the other hand, kept trying to initiate conversations, only for them to call flat when neither of the siblings put any effort into carrying them. Every so often, Alyssa could hear her mother muttering prayers of protection under her breath, mostly for Alyssa and Oliver at Pacific Royal, but occasionally for them all whenever Arthur's lead foot got a little too heavy on the gas pedal.

After nearly three full days of driving the car came to its final destination. The four of them had arrived in the port city of Prince Rupert. Managing a smile, Alyssa elbowed her younger brother before she and Oliver climbed out of the back of the Range Rover.

The pier was crowded with people, most of which held signs that condemned Hyperhumans. The hurtful words and slurs were familiar, words that had come from Alyssa and Oliver's own grandmother when she had found out about first Alyssa's Hype-Gene and then again with Oliver when the youngest Townsend revealed that like both Alyssa and Celeste, he too was a Hyperhuman.

Pushing through the protestors, Alyssa shielded her younger brother, as the paid made their way towards the pier. It was almost odd that Pacific Royal didn't keep this location more private, shouldn't there have been H.E.L.P security to dispel the rabble? Thankfully, both siblings were able to board the ferry without incident, waving to their parents as the vessel made its way across the Pacific toward the hidden island.

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"You're a long way from California, Townsend."

The red-haired girl looked up at the looming mansion. The steel slope of the roof, the ornate gables and the overall height of the building all pointed to it being from the Victorian Era. It was rare to see this far West, most of Canada's best examples were located in its central provinces. Toronto's Distillery District being perhaps the country's best-preserved example.

There was a lot of beauty in it, the history and what it represented not only to her but also to all Hyperhumans.

Not that Alyssa had much time to dwell on it. Since arriving on the island, she had been shuttled to the Administrative building where here and Oliver were assigned to teams. As a part of the H.E.A.T. Program, Alyssa had been assigned to something called 'Team 78 - Firebird' complete with a familiar-looking emblem on her student card. An armband bearing a similar but not identical symbol had also been issued to her.

"Excuse me, Ma'am, but I think this might be the wrong-"

"Sorry, it's an older design. Your team was a last-minute addition, so they're breaking out the overstock from five years ago. You'll get an updated one along with your house uniform."

Alyssa didn't get a chance to ask Oliver what team he had been placed on before the pair were whisked off to some sort of opening ceremony and escorted to separate seats alongside other members of their teams. United with the other students who she would be spending the year alongside, Alyssa tried to study each of them whilst listening intently to Dr. Lehrer.

She clapped excitedly and whistled loudly as the ceremony came to an end. The whole group was pulled aside by their faculty representative and her student aid who explained that because the team had such a hectic arrival that they'd try to give them some space and time to adjust and instructed the team to hike across campus to the Southern Plateau. Their faculty member, a Dr. Miranda Rivers, informed them a truck had been sent ahead with their belongings to lighten the load.

The walk across the island was fascinating. Surrounded by the island's unique vegetation, Alyssa's eyes darted back and forth searching for fauna while engaged in a lively conversation about the Lehrer Hyperhuman Classification System and its flaws with two of the Sierras. They had several fascinating insights into the argument that Dr. Lehrer and Kowalski's work, while valid and perfectly fine for a work of its time, should be re-investigated for further clarification and perhaps expansion to the classification system.

"I truly believe that either primary classification could include all eight secondary classifications. Or even do a sub-classification to further categorize Hyperhuman abilities. Like yourself, it's not simply just Somatic, it's Dynamic, maybe even Expulsive!" Alyssa energetically explained.

“I’m pretty inclined to agree. Most of what of the classification system, from what I’ve read, seems to come from an era where we were trying to explain and categorize the phenomena shortly after its presentation.” The first Sierra responded.

“I’m with her. Metaphorically of course. She’s me. Anyways- I think trying to shove a whole bunch of people into a few categories is a bad move. Think about it, Myers-Briggs is just astrology for people with a job. These categories are basically astrology for people who breathe fire or fart laser beams.” The second Sierra stated as the conversation continued between the three girls until they arrived at their destination.

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.

"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!"

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