Lord Wraith

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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_{Location: Mess Hall - Pacific Royal Collegiate & University Campus}

First Class #2.90: Nuance or Nuisance?

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_{Interaction(s): Suzanna Poots - @Kuro}

Previously: She's A Bit Much

"Though, I can't imagine needing a practical environment to talk to animals. I already hear plenty of dirty secrets from them on the regular. Some of it is absolutely bewildering, you know?"

"Oh so you're a regular Dr. Dolittle!" Alyssa responded, oblivious to any teasing that Suz might have implied, "I'm actually surprised that you opted to join H.E.A.T. then instead of using your abilities in the veterinary sciences. But I suppose we shouldn't have to be defined simply by our abilities, we were people with hopes, dreams and ambitions before they developed."

Alyssa paused, her brow furrowing slightly before she locked eyes with Suz, Alyssa's blue eyes staring intently into Suz's own brown.

"I'm sorry you have to bear the burden of all those secrets, I'm sure the animals don't actually understand the nuance of human society and why some things should remain private. You should teach them so they don't fall into the trap that is gossip."

Her body language relaxed once again from sincerity and back into the upbeat all too cheery morning demeanour.

"So according to the Lehrer Classification system, that would mean you're an Esoteric Psionic right? Since I assume it's your brain that works differently allowing you to translate the countless different languages of animals. How does that work with those who communicate via pheromones or body language? Is the subtlety lost in translation, or do you have perfect comprehension?" Alyssa stopped suddenly, blinking twice before apologizing.

"I get carried away when I'm excited," She dismissively laughed at herself, "It's just that you have such an interesting ability, Suzie Poots. I could ask you questions all day. But I suppose it's only fair since you 'showed me yours'..." Alyssa's voice trailed off before clearing her throat and continuing.

"Sorry, I just don't have the greatest relationship with my Hyperhuman abilities. I'm still working through accepting myself as even being a Hyperhuman, let alone really embracing my ability." She explained, "My abilities stem from an Esoteric Expulsive mutation, my body produces and expels a bio-metallic liquid which can seemingly harden or remain fluid as dictated. Although so far, I'm not really able to control it and it tends to react more on instinct than by command which really makes it seem like it has a mind of its own. It scared me for a couple of years, scared a lot of people really. Led to some interesting conversations with my more extended family..."

Her voice trailed off again.

"But probably not as interesting as those conversations with the local fauna!" Alyssa exclaimed, her body language suddenly shifting as three other members of their team approached. Eden Sherwood was the first to reach the pair, followed quickly by Zebulun Michaels and lastly, Robert James Scott whom Alyssa smiled at giddily before returning to her conversation with Suz.

"Did you get a chance to meet Eden Sherwood, Zebulun Michaels and Robert Scott yet?" Alyssa asked, introducing the three to Suz. "This is Suzie Poots!" She explained to the three new arrivals.

"RJ," Robert corrected extending a hand towards Suz, "Nice to meet you."

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_{Location: Mess Hall - Pacific Royal Collegiate & University Campus}

First Class #2.90: Nuance or Nuisance?

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_{Interaction(s): Suzanna Poots - @Kuro}

Previously: She's A Bit Much

"Though, I can't imagine needing a practical environment to talk to animals. I already hear plenty of dirty secrets from them on the regular. Some of it is absolutely bewildering, you know?"

"Oh so you're a regular Dr. Dolittle!" Alyssa responded, oblivious to any teasing that Suz might have implied, "I'm actually surprised that you opted to join H.E.A.T. then instead of using your abilities in the veterinary sciences. But I suppose we shouldn't have to be defined simply by our abilities, we were people with hopes, dreams and ambitions before they developed."

Alyssa paused, her brow furrowing slightly before she locked eyes with Suz, Alyssa's blue eyes staring intently into Suz's own brown.

"I'm sorry you have to bear the burden of all those secrets, I'm sure the animals don't actually understand the nuance of human society and why some things should remain private. You should teach them so they don't fall into the trap that is gossip."

Her body language relaxed once again from sincerity and back into the upbeat all too cheery morning demeanour.

"So according to the Lehrer Classification system, that would mean you're an Esoteric Psionic right? Since I assume it's your brain that works differently allowing you to translate the countless different languages of animals. How does that work with those who communicate via pheromones or body language? Is the subtlety lost in translation, or do you have perfect comprehension?" Alyssa stopped suddenly, blinking twice before apologizing.

"I get carried away when I'm excited," She dismissively laughed at herself, "It's just that you have such an interesting ability, Suzie Poots. I could ask you questions all day. But I suppose it's only fair since you 'showed me yours'..." Alyssa's voice trailed off before clearing her throat and continuing.

"Sorry, I just don't have the greatest relationship with my Hyperhuman abilities. I'm still working through accepting myself as even being a Hyperhuman, let alone really embracing my ability." She explained, "My abilities stem from an Esoteric Expulsive mutation, my body produces and expels a bio-metallic liquid which can seemingly harden or remain fluid as dictated. Although so far, I'm not really able to control it and it tends to react more on instinct than by command which really makes it seem like it has a mind of its own. It scared me for a couple of years, scared a lot of people really. Led to some interesting conversations with my more extended family..."

Her voice trailed off again.

"But probably not as interesting as those conversations with the local fauna!" Alyssa exclaimed, her body language suddenly shifting as three other members of their team approached. Eden Sherwood was the first to reach the pair, followed quickly by Zebulun Michaels and lastly, Robert James Scott whom Alyssa smiled at giddily before returning to her conversation with Suz.

"Did you get a chance to meet Eden Sherwood, Zebulun Michaels and Robert Scott yet?" Alyssa asked, introducing the three to Suz. "This is Suzie Poots!" She explained to the three new arrivals.

"RJ," Robert corrected extending a hand towards Suz, "Nice to meet you."

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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

@Lord Wraith Are the classrooms just for our class, or will there be other teams (aside from the other HEAT teams) included during that session/class hour?

@Kuro

Classes are exclusively done with your team. Only the team you're assigned to. Anything outside of classes are done with your house (ie extracurriculars or intramurals) and then free time is free time.

The school team, the Chimeras, is a mix of all houses and teams.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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_{Location: Mess Hall - Pacific Royal Campus}

First Class #2.82: She's A Bit Much

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_{Interaction(s): Suzanna Poots - @Kuro}

Previously: An Otter, a Bat and a Moose walk into a Bar...

^{| Monday, September 18th}

Even after three nights in the new bed, Alyssa couldn't fully express just how nice it was to be able to fully stretch out and starfish across the entire queen-sized mattress.

And the closet.

After living out of her suitcases for over a week, it was incredible to slide a door open and see uniforms neatly hung, waiting for her, as opposed to folded up in a footlocker at the end of a bunk bed. The biggest downside to all of this was still having to get up at the crack of dawn.

She was used to it, of course, the Foundation, not to mention her previous boarding schools had a regimented schedule. The best times however had been when she was outside of either institution, and she had been at home in California. Waking up early to catch the morning surf was rejuvenating, far more than the morning tea she was currently enjoying.

Despite the considerable downtown presented after Hyperion's attack, Alyssa had yet to venture across the island to explore the beach beyond the quick glimpse she had gotten from the cove during the funeral. She missed the feel of the Pacific crashing over her. The island had the ocean air, but it wasn't the same as Laguna Beach.

Buttoning up her blazer, Alyssa finished getting ready. Placing her textbooks into her bag, she started across campus towards the Mess Hall, arriving just ahead of a couple of students. Behind her, Layla Schade and Noah Gallager appeared nearly simultaneously before the blonde girl who had been in a wheelchair prior to the events of the Team Swap arrived. Behind Alyssa, another new member of Team Eclipse arrived, looking around briefly before addressing Alyssa.

"Did everyone decide to sleep in today, or am I just early?"

Alyssa giggled at the comment before responding.

"I guess so, perhaps they're not accustomed to the early wake-up time yet? I know a lot of students value their sleep, especially coming off a weekend. I think I do my best thinking in the morning, there's something beautiful about rising with the sun. Especially with a good tea." Alyssa rambled, holding up her own mug, the strong smell of peppermint evident.

"Alyssa Townsend," She added, extending her free hand, "You're Suzanna Poots right? New transfer to the Hyperhuman Enforcement Accelerated Training program? What made you want to change?" Her gaze drifted from Suz, towards the three faculty members, resting particularly on the dishevelled-looking Jim. Her expression soured slightly before turning back to Suz and continuing to speak.

"I know we're not up first for Practical Ability training, but I am hesitantly looking forward to it. I've never been particularly fond of my abilities, but I am looking forward to exploring them in a safe environment. What about you?"

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A Mavericks Spin-Off

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

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_{Location: Mess Hall - Pacific Royal Campus}

First Class #2.82: She's A Bit Much

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: An Otter, a Bat and a Moose walk into a Bar...

^{| Monday, September 18th}

Even after three nights in the new bed, Alyssa couldn't fully express just how nice it was to be able to fully stretch out and starfish across the entire queen-sized mattress.

And the closet.

After living out of her suitcases for over a week, it was incredible to slide a door open and see uniforms neatly hung, waiting for her, as opposed to folded up in a footlocker at the end of a bunk bed. The biggest downside to all of this was still having to get up at the crack of dawn.

She was used to it, of course, the Foundation, not to mention her previous boarding schools had a regimented schedule. The best times however had been when she was outside of either institution, and she had been at home in California. Waking up early to catch the morning surf was rejuvenating, far more than the morning tea she was currently enjoying.

Despite the considerable downtown presented after Hyperion's attack, Alyssa had yet to venture across the island to explore the beach beyond the quick glimpse she had gotten from the cove during the funeral. She missed the feel of the Pacific crashing over her. The island had the ocean air, but it wasn't the same as Laguna Beach.

Buttoning up her blazer, Alyssa finished getting ready. Placing her textbooks into her bag, she started across campus towards the Mess Hall, arriving just ahead of a couple of students. Behind her, Layla Schade and Noah Gallager appeared nearly simultaneously before the blonde girl who had been in a wheelchair prior to the events of the Team Swap arrived. Behind Alyssa, another new member of Team Eclipse arrived, looking around briefly before addressing Alyssa.

"Did everyone decide to sleep in today, or am I just early?"

Alyssa giggled at the comment before responding.

"I guess so, perhaps they're not accustomed to the early wake-up time yet? I know a lot of students value their sleep, especially coming off a weekend. I think I do my best thinking in the morning, there's something beautiful about rising with the sun. Especially with a good tea." Alyssa rambled, holding up her own mug, the strong smell of peppermint evident.

"Alyssa Townsend," She added, extending her free hand, "You're Suzanna Poots right? New transfer to the Hyperhuman Enforcement Accelerated Training program? What made you want to change?" Her gaze drifted from Suz, towards the three faculty members, resting particularly on the dishevelled-looking Jim. Her expression soured slightly before turning back to Suz and continuing to speak.

"I know we're not up first for Practical Ability training, but I am hesitantly looking forward to it. I've never been particularly fond of my abilities, but I am looking forward to exploring them in a safe environment. What about you?"

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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

ANNOUNCEMENT: _______________________________ In the event you are currently lost, we're continuing from the last GM Update. What this means, is that Jim, Miranda and Aaron are currently waiting outside of the Mess Hall for the students from their respective teams to escort them off to their first class. The first class for each team is as follows: ◼ Team Blackjack: 'Intro to Law' with Elias Onassis in the Law & Liberal Arts Wing of the Academic Quadrangle ◼ Team Eclipse: 'Managing Conflict & Intervention Strategy' with Victoria Roth, also located in the Law & Liberal Arts Wing of the Academic Quadrangle ◼ Team Firbird: 'Practical Ability Training' with Aiden Roth in the Augmented Reality Center (aka the A.R.C.) The 'Beach Day' collaborative post has been temporarily suspended to rework into a Beach Episode following the conclusion of Episode 2. The Google Doc has been renamed to reflect this and all currently written content is still intended to be used upon the conclusion of Episode 2 - First Class. So go on and join your Team Faculty Representative and navigate through your first class. Hopefully this clears up any remaining confusion.

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

-Mistrial, evidence went missing in the DA's office
-Connection to Locke, slice of the power vacuum pie
-Low-tech/homemade gear
-Three Section Staff (Keep the tazer aspect, magnetic joints, but otherwise lose the grapple, spring-loaded parts), Under Wrist Dart Launcher, Collapsible shield on the forearm.
-City Cameras, Little Brother Watching
-A bit of a flashier New Lilith than previous renditions, Neo-Gothic mixed with Cyberpunk
-Locke has been dealt with, Maki and Thomas have left, Sam has left. Just Chuck and Glitch.
-Non-descript car, nothing flashy. Older, but not so old as to draw attention, Honda Accord/Chevrolet Impala/Ford Taurus/Dodge Charge family. Electric/ICE Combination, dual motor. Colour Changing, Multiple License Plates, ability to completely retract plate. Built for speed, not assault.
-Ball Cap, kevlar with a plate insert, retractable mask to allow for further disguise but also blending in with crowds. Hood, trench coat, face mask/scarf. Lots of pockets and triple staff. Modified smartwatch, blue tooth earpieces, remote connection to car and Glitch. Projector on the watch, both for display and infrared keyboard on arm.

>flashback, Thomas stopping Chuck from killing Locke,the result is Locke's bullet ricocheting off of Angel and killing Locke himself.

>flashback of Chuck and Thomas arguing about Chuck's single-minded focus on taking Locke down when there were other ways to protect the city.

"You're going to get all of us killed," Thomas yelled. "You're so focused on taking down Locke that you're neglecting all the good we can do." He produced a folder from his backpack, slamming it down on the table between Chuck, Makarios and himself.

"Lauren Stills mugged and assaulted while we were staking out Locke's casino," Thomas explained pointing to the first case file. "Eduardo Cruz was shot during gang-related violence while we were tracking Locke's limo. Kyle Hitchens, his house was broken into and he was killed during a home invasion while we were watching the Mayor and Locke play golf. This obsession only leads to death."

Thomas reached into his bag and produced one more folder.

"Nathan Brock-"

The name had barely left Thomas' mouth before Chuck sucker-punched him across the face. Thomas didn't react, he took the hit while Chuck cradled his hand. The Enochian's living armour retracted from where it had appeared to defend from Chuck's attack.

"That was ill-advised," Thomas stated dryly.

"You don't get to use Gecko against me."

"His name was Nathan," Thomas snapped back, "Nathan Brock! And he shouldn't have had to pay for your mistakes with his life. Whose life will you use as penance next, are we nothing but meat shields to you and your narrow-minded crusade?" Thomas roared.

"We followed you because you had a plan, you had it all figured out. You brought the Mavericks together. But you're just as lost, just as hopeless as either of us were when we started out. But Maki and I matured while you're still a little boy dressing up in his dad's leather jacket. It's time for us all to move on and end this." Thomas dropped the backpack to the table and turned to leave.

"I quit."

>flashback to Gecko's death as a direct result of Chuck kicking the hornet's nest.

Struggling against the restraints, IllAdvised tried to break the zip ties around his wrists, watching as Tony, better known as the Behemoth towered over Gecko. Cursing himself under his breath, IllAdvised couldn't believe he had fallen for Locke's trap.

"Don't you touch him!" IllAdvised growled, "Come try me for size."

Mirthless laughter matched only by a slow dramatic clap came from the corner. Leaning on his cane as he stood, the wiry figure adjusted his top hat before stepping forward.

"Now, now, IllAdvised, we're all wise to your little trick. Tony takes a swing at you, you suddenly find yourself empowered with his strength and you save the day." A smug grin crossed the slender man's face.

"That won't be happening. No today, you will learn about consequences."

>Present

...And in breaking news this evening, City Councillor Antonio Rodriguez has been acquitted of all charges after crucial evidence was lost leading to a mistrial. Rodriguez had been brought up on three counts of assault, intention to traffic and-

The screwdriver slammed onto the hardwood table situated in front of the television. Outside the penthouse apartment's patio windows, rain streamed down the perfectly kept glass, the city beyond covered in a neon glow, further emphasized by the haze of fog from the passing storm.

Admiring his handiwork, the man flexed the device on his right arm, expanding the collapsible ballistics shield. Snapping it shut, he stood from the couch and approached a bookcase across the open living space of the apartment. Pressing his thumb against the spine of a leather-bound copy of 'Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep', an audible click could be heard over the television before the bookshelf swung loose from the wall. Behind the heavy shelving set was a dimly lit room, illuminated solely by a wall of nine monitors, arranged in a tight grid formation.

"Glitch," The man called out as he entered the room. "I need you to access the city's mainframe and hijack any connected street or traffic cameras. Can you run a recognization scan throughout the city for Antonio Rodriguez, please alert me to any facial matches with an accuracy of ninety percent match or greater. I want his location." The man mused, "I think it's time that Mr. Rodriquez make amends for his ill-advised decisions."

"Tonight? Are you sure, boss? Might I remind you that Charles Michaels has a date?" The voice of the female artificial intelligence radiated from within the room.

"I'll need you to cancel it and send my best regards. Send a nice bouquet and make sure we pay for dinner and her car home. Just charge it to the business account." Charles 'Chuck' Michaels replied.

Opening a nearby locker, the man pulled out its contents, beginning to undress before pulling on the outfit inside. A pair of Kevlar motorcycle pants were first before bending over to lace up the pair of composite-toed boots. A weather-resistant hooded shirt was followed by a tactical vest, both of which were layered beneath a long, full-length coat. Fastening the asymmetrical flap of the jacket across his chest, the man placed a reinforced ball cap atop his head before pulling it down to shield his face. Holstering a three-section staff to his thigh, he turned back towards the screens, tightening the straps of his armoured gloves.

"I'm sure Penelope will be disappointed. I don't have any results on Rodriguez, are you sure you want to cancel?"

"The only date I'm attending tonight is the one I have with justice."

"This is why IllAdvised should stay the strong and silent type."

"Criticism noted," Chuck replied as he poured over the monitors, watching the cameras rotating through the numerous city streets.

The purposefully non-descript sedan sat across the street, rain pelting the windshield, obscuring the figure inside. Beneath a ballcap, the man brought a small pair of binoculars up to his eyes, studying the former councillor.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Moving forward, I really do want to help address the breakdown of communication that seems to keep happening. If I'm to provide transparency to the players, then I also need the players to provide transparency to me. I've seen a lot of mentions of people going back and forth in their DMs with other players, and there seems to be a general consensus that there's a lack of respect on my part toward the player base. This is not an intentional endeavour on my part. If you have a problem, my DMs, PMs etc, are open, I want you to come to me and voice a concern. I can't do anything about problems that are only being talked about amongst yourselves, and tone gets lost in the general meme-ry of the Discord.

I do want to work with each player, I enjoy creating plots for your characters and throwing nods and candies into posts for you to use and work with. I appreciate everyone who takes the time to sit down and craft a post to continue this world, and while my own sense of humour can be quite abrasive, or maybe doesn't translate well in the Discord, generally speaking, if I'm taking the time to talk to you, I like you.

Whenever I've made a decision in the past, for the most part, I'm doing it for the betterment of the game. I understand that adding an additional twelve players to the roster is considered to be one of my many blunders, and honestly, yeah I see it in hindsight. I can see how adding twelve additional players was sort of a slap in the face that says 'you weren't doing good enough,'. But for me, it was more that you all seemed to be having so much fun, that why don't we spread it around? I wish I could have clarified that then. I've always been of a 'the more, the merrier' type of GM. But there is a lot about that situation I'd like to go back and change. But ultimately, I also can't imagine the game without those who joined during that recruitment drive. I went digging through the thread and the Discord for some sort of pushback against the original expansion, and while I do recall a player or two vocally expressing an opinion, I ultimately wasn't able to find much. I'm sure someone has it loaded and ready to go, but ultimately it doesn't matter much at this point because what's done is done.

Prior to the latest GM post, my last update in the IC was thirty days ago as of today. Up until fifteen days ago today, we still had a steady stream of posts, meaning prior to my now rescinded post about the RP ending, we only had a period of ten days without a post. I understand it's frustrating when the GM doesn't uphold their end of the bargain. And I again apologize for missing my posting mark. I also apologize for presenting what was intended to be an open discussion as a binary choice. Further to that, I did not intend to make it seem like I ignored people's opinions by continuing P.R.C.U., but there was also not a majority consensus. Seven out of seventeen players responded, with only three being a firm 'end it' opinion. The others seemed to want it to continue in some fashion. Maybe I misunderstood and that solely meant as a community without me.

But I hoped it meant continuing PRCU.

I think this leads to my last (latest?) mess up, in that by 'relaunching' PRCU, I wasted the time of those who were gearing up for Hound and Roman's game. To clear the air, I never asked either to reject PRCU characters and I especially never asked them to say no to @mickilennial using the character they had submitted here. I have never exercised or voiced any desire to influence Ju-V and the actions taken there were solely of Hound and Roman. I respect their time, their effort and honestly am a little envious of how quickly they built a setting that in many ways has elements I never considered for P.R.C.U. in such a short time.

Long post short, I suck at showing you guys appreciation. I'm not going to lie, there are plenty of times you make me want to pull my own hair out. But I can't do this game without you, I created the setting but you guys brought it to life. I want you to feel like you're appreciated here and that your hard work matters. So while I understand that a lot of the initial trust is gone, I hope that I can work to rebuild it and write this game together. As Roman touched upon in his last post, moving forward, any changes to the game, outside of plot-specific details, will be brought before the existing player base to ensure you are heard and if someone doesn't voice an opinion, I will be approaching them directly.

That all said, I'm done with recruitment drives, team swaps, and definitely don't intend to abandon the RP. I realize that words ultimately hold little value, so here's to actions and making PRCU to 1000 posts and beyond.

Thank you again to everyone who has participated thus far and additional thanks to everyone who has managed to hang on to this ride still.