Lord Wraith

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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1) I'd presume at least a year given that they need to complete the Trials to be placed in a House, and the Trials only happen once a year. It's the only way she'd be in a House given that they were postponed this year (for now).

2) Kind of feeling Gulo? Or maybe Strigidae. Though if you think any other House is an option, it can be up for discussion.

3) Was thinking of going with Team 7 and naming it "Lucky Strikes" as a nickname (Lucky 7s, slot machines, gambling, etc.). Though it might step on the toes of Blackjack with the gambling theme. She probably thought there was painful irony in that she got placed on that team given circumstances. As for her team themselves, I imagine there was disinterest from her side of things. Probably a lot of boasting, bravado, machismo, etc. given the team name if we take Nice Guys as a team in consideration. She's certainly motivated, but it isn't a "I'm going to rub it in your face" type of motivation, if that makes any sense.

4) Yeah, just a regular transfer student.

@Kuro

All looks good to me. We can definitely place her in Gulo and Team 7 'Lucky Strikes' also works for me since it's in my vein of humour in naming these teams. Just wasn't sure if you'd want to have had her as a Collegiate student graduating into the University program or not. But only a year works fine!

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▅ 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 ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ A resident of Sitka, Alaska, Suzie grew up in a decently-sized household with her parents and two older older brothers. Her family dealt in the commercial fishing industry, and as times were frequently tough for the Poots, Suzie often pulled double-duty between schoolwork and having to help on her family's boat whenever time allowed for it. Although fishery work tended to be harsh and sometimes fishy, Suzie didn't mind it where others might've. Instead, Suzie welcomed it, in particularly because the boat allowed her to see whales, orcas and other creatures up close and in-person. You'd be hard pressed to find something more beautiful than a giant whale leaping from the ocean, Suzie would tell you. Sadly, this meager yet idyllic life Suzie came to enjoy would come to be wiped out from existence as she grew older. The incident had been as swift as it was unexpected, and it irrevocably changed Suzie's future for better and worse. As the Poots carried out their day's fishing, a sudden freak storm riled up the ocean. The family desperately tried to return to port, but they could not fight the tide, and the boat sunk with all hands. By all means, Suzie should've died that day, yet somehow she survived. It was a miracle to even be rescued, especially considering her saviors weren't human. She had woken up on a beach, bruised, battered and hacking out water from her lungs. In front of her, in the water, two orcas, watching her with interest. "Hey, Frank, why did you suggest we save her? We could've ate like kings back there! All their catch is going to be gone by the time we get back." "Shut up, Martin. All you think about is food. Besides, she did call out to us for help." The orca turned to Suzie. "Hey, human! You alive over there?" Suzie couldn't believe her eyes, much less her ears. She kicked backwards, scooting across the beach in fear. She had a billion questions that needing answering, like where was her family. Did they survive? Suzie didn't know. But there was one thing Suzie knew for certain: Orcas didn't talk. She probably just hit her head during the sinking, and that's why they were talking to her. "Hello, human? We're not going to eat you, if that's what you're worried about." "Frank, she can't hear us. You're wasting your time." Martin seemed to get the idea. Fighting against the overwhelming shock and pain her body felt, Suzie stumbled to her feet and turned her back on the two orcas. She needed to find help. A doctor. The Coast Guard. Someone. "I told you." "Shut up, Martin." From what Suzie remembers, she didn't make it exactly far that day, collapsing on the side of a road. The next thing she knew was that she was in a hospital, with an arm and a leg in a cast. "What's with that Lightyear guy? His name is Buzz, but he doesn't even buzz around like us bugs!" "Sara, why do the humans say 'the early bird gets the worm'?" "Thomas doesn't even know how good I have it. All I have to do is act like a good dog, pretending to comfort them, and in return the humans give me food and pets! I'm fucking brilliant!" Okay, she was going insane. There was absolutely no rational answer that explained why Suzie was hearing animals speak. Birds, dogs, even the fly on the wall. She could understand them all. In a desperate bid to make the voices stop, Suzie brought it up to her doctors. They figured it must've been a side effect that had been brought on from the traumatic experience she had experienced and the pain of losing her family, and planned on giving her medication in hopes it would alleviate the issue. But one doctor thought otherwise. Rather than prescribe a number of drugs, he reached out to an old contact-turned-H.I.T. agent. With the agent's guidance, Suzie came to learn a few things about herself. A) She wasn't crazy, and was actually hearing voices, and B) She had the hype-gene, and was a hyperhuman. Knowing Suzie had nowhere to go once she was out of the hospital, the agent made the choice to offer her the decision to enroll in P.R.C.U.—a decision Suzie felt she needed to accept for numerous reasons personal to her. ▅ 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 || Z O O L I N G U A L I S M __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || E S O T E R I C __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || P S I O N I C In the simplest context, Suzie can speak to and understand animals. Whereas others would hear growls, barks or other animalistic noises, Suzie can make sense and words out of them. L I M I T A T I O N S || R E A C H Suzie's ability functions like a conversation between humans would. 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"Are you really asking me that question? You guys already know everything about me. Hell, you probably even know what I got for my 10th birthday or what I had for lunch on November 7th, 2019. Figure it out yourself."

What wakes Suzie up at night is an obvious answer. It's always that day. The day when she watched her family drown, unable to do anything to help them. The nightmare is always underwater, in a pitch black sea. She tries to swim to her family, but the closer she gets the farther she feels they are.

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"Oh, I don't know... maybe I'll give him a dollar or something. Actually, no. Probably just an apology that I can't help. As much as I'd like to, my family never had much to give."

Suzie feels bad for the world. She knows it sucks, and growing up Suzie is more than aware that hard times can happen to anyone. But it is that same knowledge that makes her hesitant to extend a hand to strangers. If Suzie has next-to-nothing to give and gives it away, then nothing changes save for the roles being swapped.

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"We're on an island. Not only that, but an island in the Pacific Northwest. Who in God's name is going to waste their time getting over here to cause the alarm to go off?"

Should an intruder scenario takes place, Suzie feels like she'd follow standard protocol, like all the emergency school drills she had done growing up. Worst case scenario, she has to hide for her own safety. But surely that wouldn't have to happen... right?

Bada-bang. Let me know if it works or anything needs changing or w/e, @Lord Wraith.

@Kuro

A couple of questions just because this will be an existing student transferring into the H.E.A.T. program, how long has she been attending P.R.C.U. for? What is her House? And if you feel so inclined, what was her previous Team and how did she get on with them?

EDIT: I'm also assuming this character is not being applied to fill the Student Representative Position on either Blackjack or Eclipse?

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

^{| 7 Days Ago, the Night of Hyperion's Attack}

"I'm locked out of the defense grid."

"What do you mean you're locked out?" The bureau supervisory agent asked standing over the security officer's workstation. Studying the screen intently

"The grid is non-responsive, I can't get it to update. The whole system is frozen."

"Raise the alarm, we're under attack."

The silenced pistol barely made a sound as the officer stood up, firing into the supervisor's chest a second time to ensure the deed was done. As the body hit the ground, the agent fired a third round between his eyes before stepping over the body.

"For Hyperion."

Beneath the raging storm, the explosion was barely audible.

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^{| 6 Days Ago, 1 Day After Hyperion's Attack}

Aaron opened the door as Miranda and Aiden Roth both entered Jim's hospital room.

"From this point on, we can only trust the people in this room." Jim said turning to Miranda and Aiden (TBD?). "No electronic communication, leave no paper trail. The school's walls have ears. Hyperion can clearly enter and leave as they wish. They're clearly one of us."

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>Winter promoted in favour of Jonas
-H.I.T. Finding Cassidy with Kowalski's barely alive body-Interrogation at HELP Alpha Base
aka Cassidy Parker
-Cassandra Willa Tyler
-Exo-Fun
-Warping of Time and Space
-Daughter of Ripley Jones, named after her Uncle, father potentially William Tyler?
-Sent back in time to protect her from Hyperion
-Resorts to petty crime due to being chronologically displaced
-Tried to save Kowalski to slow Hyperion

"I know something you don't. Kowalski is still alive and you're rapidly running out of time to save him."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know, but in my time, Jonas Lehrer dies saving Kowalski only to realize that Hyperion got to him, ushering in the era of Hyperhuman Superiority. It didn't take long for Hyperion and Kowalski to bring entire nations to their knees. Jonas is the only one who could have talked Kowalski down. Think about it, Jonas created the HZEr and all other checks to keep Hyperhumans from abusing their powers, Kowalski runs the world's largest private military. Two sides of the same coin, you need both to stop Hyperion."

>Drones above PRCU that create a barrier where no one using Hyperhuman powers can pass through it.

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Noah and Zeb, specifically.

@Kuro

Noah is an animal shifter who has to have actually touched the animal in some capacity in order to sample the DNA to be able to shift into them. Particularly painful process, transformations are slow and leave him vulnerable. Can only transform into one animal at a time, no mixing or other shenanigans.

Zeb is a pretty standard Hydrokinetic. As an Exo-Elemental, he requires access to the element and thus can't create water but can pull it from the air in high moisture environments. Do however note, we already have a PC with similar powers in Ariel as well.

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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.

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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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Elle Miller

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▅ 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."

_{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?}

"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.

_{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?}

"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.

-Immediately after the swap, the three teams enter the hedge, initially faced with the same scenario.

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Deceased:
-The rest.

Previously...

“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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The Homecoming Trials #1.0X: Post Title

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Previously: None

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.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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

@Skai

Crestwood Hollow/Santa Celia reunion tour starts here.