Lord Wraith

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

ANNOUNCEMENT: _______________________________ Twenty-nine posts in just over a week, you guys are hitting it out of the park! I'm enjoying the various character dynamics that have been established, and the seeds of many more planted. As our little scene on the beach approaches a natural conclusion, I'm just making sure there aren't any outstanding interactions or action that people are hoping to get in before I push the scene into the following day and kick off the semester properly. Give yourselves a pat on the back and let me know either here or in the Discord!

Wraith's Little Workshop of Horrors

For Roman

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Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: The Beach - Pacific Royal Campus}

Welcome Home #1.019: Coarse, Rough & Irritating

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_{Interaction(s): Rory Tyler - @webboysurf, Aurora Mitchell - @Melissa}

Previously: Claws Out

Lorcán watched as Aurora helped herself to the cooler before briefly glancing down at the seltzer in his hand. His nose crinkled with a minor expression of dissatisfaction, he didn’t drink these; instead, he had been hoping to give the seltzer to the girl now standing in front of him complete with a drink she had selected herself.

On the plus side though, Lorcán applauded himself for picking the same flavour that Aurora selected for herself; raspberry. It was the same flavour she had requested the day Lorcán had offered to grab her some ice cream from the Mess Hall to try and cheer her up after another nightmare. Since then it had become customary whenever Lorcán could tell Aurora was upset for him to make a detour to the Mess Hall and return with her favourite sweet treat, a bowl of White Chocolate Raspberry Swirl, complete with a hearty helping of fresh raspberries arranged in a smiley face.

No longer requiring the beverage currently clasped in his hand, Lorcán realized he either needed to drink it or get rid of it. Since the former wasn’t about to happen, Lorcán would have to sneak it back into the cooler before Aurora saw he had tried to bring her a drink. Swinging his hand around behind his back, Lorcán attempted to drop the can back into the cooler, only for it to hit the side and bounce on top of his bare foot.

His nose wrinkled again, this time in protest of a suppressed wince as Lorcán tried to play off the pain so as not to appear weak in front of Aurora. She was talking to him now, he needed his brain to work again.

Ignore the pain, dude!

Aurora’s left hand absentmindedly moved up to her necklace as she began to fiddle with the heart-shaped charm along the gold chain. Lorcán’s eyes followed, the scent of her perfume being this close was intoxicating. The faint scent of rose drifted to his nose, unlocking memories of seeing her for the first time just outside the rose bushes in front of the Administration building. Watching Aurora’s fingers twirl the gold chain before they moved downward towards the pendant, Lorcán’s eyes absentmindedly followed before realizing they were going into her valley. Immediately raising them, his eyes met Aurora’s own blue irises, and his pulse began to quicken.

“Hi Lorcán,”

She looked up at him with a smile, her tone practically melodic to Lorcán’s ears as she smiled in the way that only Aurora ever smiled at him.

“Catch any good waves this morning?” She asked before taking a delicate sip from her drink. “And what about Ripley, is she here yet? I can’t wait to meet her.”

Before Lorcán had a chance to answer, Rory leaned into their conversation, lifting his elbow high to rest it on Lorcán's shoulder. He looked at Aurora, smiled, and made his opening move.

"Hey Red, Hot Shot over here just reminded me... there's this senior dance after the Homecoming Trials. You want to go?" Rory looked over towards Lorcán with a knowing, smug look.

“Bro, _{I don’t know what you think you’re doing}-,” Lorcán began in a hushed tone to the other young man currently resting on his shoulder, “-_{But I’m pretty sure you’re doing it wrong.}” He added.

“You didn't even offer her a gift.”

Shaking his head in solemn disapproval, Lorcán’s eyes darted from Rory to Aurora while the question hung in the air. Though he didn’t know why he was lingering. Lorcán had no interest in hearing this particular answer.

“Uh, we’ll definitely talk later,” Lorcán smiled apologetically, “I’ll be sure to find Ripley to introduce you,” He added.

“And like totally save me a dance, dude!.” Lorcán playfully said while putting a hand on Aurora’s shoulder that lingered before starting his exit. He had aimed to beat a hasty retreat, but Lorcán was rapidly realizing he was blocked by Aurora in front of him and Rory to the side.

Taking a step backwards, he suddenly was greeted by a frigid chill that raced from his heel through his spine. A soft hissing noise became audible as Lorcán's immediate area was dosed in a light fog from the rapidly melting ice in the cooler. Toppling backwards, Lorcán fell over the cooler, landing on the other side in a cloud of sand and evaporating steam.

Throwing both of his arms up in double peace signs, Lorcán let out a bemused sign and he resigned to just lay there for a second, staring towards the sun hoping it chose now to swallow the Earth.

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: The Beach - Pacific Royal Campus}

Welcome Home #1.010: Claws Out

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_{Interaction(s): Rory Tyler - @webboysurf, Aurora Mitchell - @Melissa^Indirectly}

Previously: Life's A Beach

The ball released from his hand, flying true back to Rory as Lorcán jogged closer to the rest of the Canis boys. Chatter about taking the Intramural Laurels for themselves this year and putting an end to House Alces’ four-year winning streak. Competition wasn’t much of a motivator for Lorcán however, and winning wasn’t all that important to him. The last four years of Intramurals had been some of the most fun he’d had in his time at Pacific Royal. Their teammate and arguably, the champion of Alces; Katja Krueger, was incredibly skilled on the field, even without her abilities.

A match against Alces was always sure to be an enjoyable one if only with the side effect of some minor soreness the following morning.

With his disinterest in the topic at hand, Lorcán allowed his eyes to wander the beach. Faces he had met in passing, acquaintances and friends alike had gathered to blow off steam and frolic among the fleeting summer temperatures. They’d barely be halfway through the first semester before the campus would see its first snowfall.

The cold didn’t particularly bother Lorcán, his abilities allowed him to maintain a comfortable internal temperature, if only with a little more effort once the temperatures started to dip into what he affectionately referred to as ‘Calli-Weather’. The first snowfall of the year was almost always beautiful. Delicate flakes silently falling over the campus, melting on noses and outstretched tongues. Smiling blue eyes danced in front of Lorcán’s mind’s eye as the thought of snow brought forth one of his favourite memories, walking to class, a hand brushing against his for warmth amongst the falling snow with…

Aurora.

The distinct red hair derailed the memory as Lorcán’s neck practically snapped, turning to look toward the girl. His heart began to beat a little faster, its pace increasing as she removed her coverup, revealing the soft blue two-piece beneath, the fabric accenting her natural figure perfectly. It wasn’t like this was the first time that Lorcán had seen this much of Aurora, the pair spent a lot of their time on the beach. But the sight of the beautiful girl never ceased to send butterflies flurrying through his stomach as thoughts of asking her to the senior dance began to crash over him like waves of the ocean.

And then he was snapped back to reality.

The sound of leather slapping against skin echoed over the open water that bordered the sandy beach. A dull thud followed the unintentional assault as the senior classman was dropped into the sand.

A drool-splattered ball landed beside his head.

“Ow.”

"Shit, Lorc, sorry about that. Figured you had your hands up, so I was going for a tight spiral, and..." Came Rory’s apology, the older senior suddenly trailed off mid-sentence as his distracted scan of the beach spotted Aurora and Harper speaking to Gil a ways down the beach. He looked back to Lorcán slowly, his cheery smile transforming into a knowing grin.

"I see, I see... something else catch your eye, Hot Shot?"

“Yeah, all the swells I’m missing lying here because of you, dude.” Lorcán laughed before propping himself up on his elbows. He looked back over toward Aurora, only now noticing Harper, Gil and Mei for the first time. It looked like most of Blackjack was out today, he even saw Amma wading into the shallows.

That had to be a good thing right? Her making an effort to join in on the fun.

Lorcán couldn’t blame anyone for being stand-offish with Amma. She certainly wasn’t a warm person. However, something was enticing about her. It was the mystery of her arrival, the nature of her abilities and her overall demeanour. Maybe it was a hero complex within Lorcán that a part of him wanted to rescue her.

“Dude, did you iron your dress uniform?” Lorcán asked before kicking his feet into the air and jumping upright again. “I totally forgot about the senior dance after the Homecoming Trials, you think you’re going to ask anyone?” Lorcán fished, his fiery eyes darting back towards their redheaded teammate. His arm shot up to wave towards the gathered members of Blackjack while his mind began going through all the things Lorcán knew Aurora enjoyed.

His father had always said that you don’t ask someone out empty-handed. You need to bring a gift. But what gift could possibly say enough, while simultaneously playing it cool to lowkey ask a girl to the Senior Dance?

“...How do you go about asking someone?” The question escaped from between Lorcán’s lips, but his words weren’t directed at Rory. It was more like a thought meant to be kept inside rather than suddenly out there for the Canis boys to hear. The smile on Lorcán’s face continued to grow.

“Bro, can you pass me one of those 'Claws?”

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

With just over an hour to the original deadline and the IC officially started, I'm just going to go ahead and unveil the roster (Roman will yell at me later). Everyone brought their best, and you all have been great chatting in the Discord and bouncing around character ideas, so I think it's high time we let you see the roster. Once again, I want to thank everyone and while there were no bad sheets put forth, the ones selected were done so based on overall compatibility, chemistry and the likelihood of the players getting along just to name a couple factors.

That all said, here is the Class of '29

T E A M 2 1 - B L A C K J A C K:
T E A M 2 1 - B L A C K J A C K:

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Barnes, Haven As portrayed by @Skai "Most likely to get stuck in air traffic." - de Leon, Calliope As portrayed by @PatientBean "Most likely to insult you while complimenting you." Kruger, Katja As portrayed by @Zoldyck "Most likely to always have your six." Penada, Pallyx As portrayed by @Bartimaeus "Most likely to get Banjo blamed for something he hadn't thought of yet." ______________________________________	Baxter, Harper As portrayed by @Qia "Most likely to argue with her GPS about directions" - Galahad, Gil As portrayed by @Roman "Most likely to be a party pooper" Mitchell, Aurora As portrayed by @Melissa "Most likely to be just on time." As portrayed by @Lord Wraith Roth, Lorcán "Most likely to solve world peace by writing a heartfelt poem" ______________________________________	Cahors, Amma As portrayed by @Rockette "Most likely to burst out laughing with out warning. But in a way that turns blood to ice." Hisamatsu, Mei As portrayed by @Garden Gnome "Most likely to make a hammock in class." Olyphant, Andrew As portrayed by @Hound55 "Most likely to graduate and immediately get arrested." Tyler, Rory As portrayed by @webboysurf "Most likely to simultaneously overthink and underthink a problem" ______________________________________

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: The Beach - Pacific Royal Campus}

Welcome Home #1.002: Life's A Beach

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_{Interaction(s): Gill Galahad - @Roman}

Previously: TBD

^{| Monday, September 4th, 2028}

The surfboard cut through the glassy surface of the Pacific, following the waves with a rapidly increasing pass. A gout of fire shot from the hands of the bare-chest male as he rocketed himself forward. Still, it wasn’t fast enough as the tube closed in on the teen, dousing his flames and sending him under.

The surf crashed over the head of the sun-bleached tawny brown-haired teen. Taking a quick gasp for air, he emerged from beneath the waves, steam rising off of his hair and face while his hesperidium-hued eyes tried to find his bearings. Playful laughter could be heard from the busy shore, as Lorcán looked towards the student-crowded beach.

The weekend before the Semester kick-off was always the busiest weekend at Pacific Royal. Students new and returning were arriving at the island and enjoying everything the campus had to offer.

Having lived his whole life on the island, none of it phased Lorcán, if anything he took it for granted. But one thing he never tired of was watching the smile grow on the face of a new student the first time they stepped off the ferry.

Climbing aboard his surfboard, Lorcán paddled toward shore.

"For someone who has been on a board since he could walk, you wouldn't know it,” The playful voice of none other than Pacific Royal’s resident movie star called out over the crashing waves through the din of the busy beach.

"The waves are gnarly my dude, guess the water just isn't my element today," Lorcán replied with a smirk before he dismounted in the shallows and picked the board up under his arm. The water droplets continued to evaporate from Lorcán’s torso as he walked up on the sand, seemingly drying before Gil’s eyes.

“Are you looking forward to putting together the Homecoming Trial for this year’s freshmen? It’s tradition for the graduating class to work together creating a new obstacle course.” Lorcán explained before standing his board up and plopping down beside Gil.

“With any luck, maybe the Chancellor will let us run the course before the new class.”

“I find I’m more equipped for emotional labour compared to physical,” Gil said with a smile, “but you know what they say - many hands make light work. You hear a lot of good sayings in the industry, but that one particularly seems to follow me…”

Gil looked up, trailing off and shielding his eyes from the sun as a young girl approached nervously from behind Lorcán; Lorcán followed his gaze before noticing her and welcomed the girl before beginning introductions.

“Gil, this is my ‘baby’ cousin, Ripley Jones,” Lorcán said with a smile, embracing the petite brunette with a side hug. “She’s starting her first collegiate year this fall.”

“Hi,” Ripley replied shyly, before brushing her bangs away from her face, before turning to whisper to Lorcán, _{“You didn’t tell me you knew Gil freakin’ Galahad!”}

A confused look came over Lorcán’s face for a second before bursting into a wide smile.

“Oh yeah, he’s-” Lorcán paused, turning back towards Gil, “-You’re a movie star or something, right?” Lorcán chuckled softly, “Y’know, she actually lives in Crestwood Hollow.”

Gil beamed, standing and brushing off the sand to offer a hand to shake. “Always nice to meet a fan. You know we actually shot on-location for a few episodes. It’s a beautiful town. Would you like a selfie?”

“Of course, she wou-” A sharp elbow to the ribs stopped the words mid-breath as Lorcán was forced to sharply exhale.

_{“Shut up, shut up, shut up!”} Ripley began to whisper frantically, _{“This is so not the way I wanted to meet Gil Galahad.”} She pleaded, tugging at Lorcán’s hand.

“I am so going to get you back for this the minute I find out which one of these girls is A-”

“I think we were leaving after all,” Lorcán said with a smile, cutting Ripley off before tucking his surfboard under his arm. “If I don’t see you before the kick-off ceremony, enjoy the rest of the holiday.”

Turning back to Ripley, Lorcán continued to chat as the pair walked along the beach. All around them students excitedly spent the holiday Monday blowing off steam while they frolicked on the beach. Above them on the seaside cliffs, Lorcán could see even more taking advantage of the island’s numerous trails.

“So, excited for your trials and house placement?” He asked, looking at the young girl.

“Terrified actually,” Ripley replied, “What if I don’t get placed in Canis? Won’t Uncle Aiden be disappointed? The whole family has been Canis.”

“Nah,” Lorcán shook his head, “Mom was in Myotis. Just because Dad, Cass and I are all in Canis doesn’t mean you need to be. You’d be an asset to any House.”

“You’d be a schway Lutra.” Lorcán added with a playful wink, “Speaking of Cass, where is your brother?”

“I believe he said something about getting all the wrinkles out of his dress uniform before the senior dance after the trials.”

“Oh yeah, dude, that totally slipped my mind.”

“Are you going to ask…” Ripley smiled, “Well, you-know-who?”

“I don’t know if she’d say yes,”

“And you won’t until you ask,” The younger girl replied, “Besides, the worst she can do is say no, you’ll be fine either way.”

“See, look how smart you are,” Lorcán replied tousling Ripley’s hair, “Told you, you’d be a rad Lutra.”

“Plus if you’re really concerned about getting into Canis, senior class gets a vote and I know you’ve got two voices on your side.”

“Heads up!” A voice suddenly yelled over the din of the beach as Lorcán looked up just in time to move Ripley out of the way of the stray ball. Watching it hit the ground nearby, Lorcán took a couple of steps towards it before picking up the football at his feet. Looking back towards the familiar face who threw it, Lorcán flashed a smile before he spiralled the ball back towards its owner.

“If I don’t see you at the ceremony, I’ll catch up with you on the Plateau before your campfire trauma dump.” Lorcán replied with a smirk as he turned to take off after the ball.

“My campfire trauma what?” Ripley asked, “But I, what? I don’t have any trauma!” She protested before Lorcán turned to yell a reply.

“You live in Crestwood Hollow! Haven't you seen the show, everyone has something!”

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

^{| Crestwood Hollow - 1991}

"Would you like a slice of cheese with that, hun?"

Yoshi Nakamura looked up from the plate of warm pie, the aroma of cinnamon and apple rising steadily into his nostrils while he looked at the waitress in stunned silence.

"Cheese with pie?"

"Oh yeah, folks love it. An apple pie without some cheese is like a kiss without a squeeze. 'Course if that's not your poison, we can always just throw a dollop of ice cream on there if that'd be more to your liking, sweet cheeks."

"Ah, I see." Yoshi bowed his head and shoulders forward slightly, "I will have the ice cream please, I have a bit of what you Americans call a sweet tooth."

"'Course you do, Sugah." The waitress winked, "I'll be right back with this." She stated before lifting the plate from the table and taking it back behind the counter.

Interlocking his fingers in front of him on the table, Yoshi turned his grey eyes towards the diner's window, watching the rain streak down the large pane of glass. Outside, a black sedan pulled into the parking lot, stopping before two men stepped out of the back seat. The driver stayed put, his crimson-lensed sunglasses looking a bit ridiculous on such an overcast day. Entering the diner, the pair of men dusted the water droplets off their long overcoats, the first of two removing his hat before the second followed suit.

Despite fully knowing that Dr. Jonas Lehrer and Director Yakob Kowalski were not related, Yoshi couldn't help but notice the similarity between the two men as they approached the booth.

“Mr. Nakamura?” Lehrer asked, approaching first, “Would you mind if we take a seat?”

“You were invited were you not?” Yoshi gestured towards the bench on the other side of the booth. “Please take a seat, I am told by the waitress that they serve pie with squeezed cheese here.”

Kowalski raised an eyebrow while Jonas was unphased.

“I understand you want to propose a satellite campus for our school.” Jonas started while signalling the waitress to bring coffee for himself and Yakob.

“Yes, if we worked together, I believe we could build something great. Another school would extend accessibility for other Hyperhumans.”

“And you would be running this school?” Kowalski interjected while thanking the waitress as she dropped off a pair of still-warm mugs from the dishwasher before filling them with the piping-hot black liquid.

“Ideally, yes. Although I would have some changes I’d like to make.”

“Such as?” Jonas peered eagerly over his mug while Yakob massaged his temples before cleaning the steam off his glasses.

“My understanding is that at Pacific Royal, you have the students sorted into various houses based on personality is it?” Yoshi began.

“Is that not limiting for the students? Your school should encourage individual growth, not limit them to two or three defining traits. At my school, we would be abolishing such a system and encouraging the students to develop and mature during their time to come into a true identity of self.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Kowalski interjected. “We train the students to work together, to see the commonality in one another. In addition to the House system, students are placed in teams to learn to work with people different from themselves.”

“I understand it's a military model, but not all of us are trying to train our own private army.” The cold reply was followed by a prolonged silence as Yoshi continued to enjoy his pie while waiting for a response.

“Clearly,” Kowalski started, clearly his throat aggressively before he looked at Jonas waiting before the pair exchanged a knowing nod.

“We are at an impasse. I don't see how we can allow a satellite campus to be run by someone whose ideology is so different from our own.”

“I understand. Though I do wish you would reconsider. I have many resources at my disposal. I assure you, my offer is most generous.”

Jonas stood first, placing a couple of bills down on the table to cover both Yoshi’s meal and the coffee.

“Money has never been a motivator for me. I wish you luck though, you’ll need it in this world.”

Yoshi watched the pair of men exit the diner, climbing into their car before their driver pulled away.

“They lack your vision.” The voice of Miguel Ramos said from the booth behind Yoshi. Taking his last bite of pie, Yoshi continued to watch the door while replying.

“They do not know it yet, but one day when their guard has fallen, everything they possess will be mine.”

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_{Location: Nature Trails - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

Welcome Home #1.001: The More Things Change, The More They Stay The Same

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: None

"I suppose y'all wonderin' why I asked you here."

Jim barely held a straight face as the sentence left his mouth. He shook his head in disbelief before tugging the reins and steering the horse between his legs onto the coastal path. Beside him, Miranda offered a reassuring smile.

"Just because Jonas did that, doesn't mean that you need to. Sometimes the best way to embrace change is to break the expectations."

Jim nodded appreciatively in response.

"I still don't know what y'all were drinking when you nominated me to the big chair. I'm not exactly the paperwork type."

"Director Caspian loved the idea, she agreed almost immediately. After the last five years, everything with Hyperion, I think this is a great chance for the school. We desperately need one with the Foundation breathing down our neck right now." Miranda replied.

"It was going to be between you and Aiden. We both know that with Roth's connection to Jonas and Crestwood Hollow, it would have been a PR nightmare to elect him as the new chancellor."

"Oh," Jim had a wry smile on his face. "So I'm the-"

"-Safe choice?" Miranda interrupted with a smile of her own. "Doesn't take a telepath to know what you were about to say, old friend. And no, you're not the safe choice."

She smiled, pausing before reassuring Jim.

"You're the right one."

The sound of familiar engines overhead signalled the approach of an Albatross. Steadying his horse, Jim looked skyward, watching the bird. He had expected it to turn towards the Eastern island, heading towards the Alpha Base, but instead, its rotors tilted upwards as the Albatross landed in front of the two riders.

From the belly of the vessel emerged a familiar figure. The current director of the Bureau of Hyperhuman Enforcement, Logistics and Protection, Winter Caspian exited, flanked by her security personnel and followed by a pair of women, both dressed in business formal.

“Chancellor O’Neil,” Winter called as Miranda and Jim both dismounted from their horses and guided the pair of animals by their reins.

“I’d like to introduce you to Teresa Torres and Maya Almassian, they’re the representatives from the Alexandria Foundation who have been sent to audit our lovely institution.”

“Mr. O’Neil,” Torres added, extending a hand, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet in person. Your Director has spoken highly of you, I shall hope we don’t find her to be hyperbolic.”

“Ms. Torres, I’m sure y’all find everything the Director told y’all to be hyperbolic, but I assure yous I am more than capable of running this here school.”

“Miranda Rivers, I’m also a teacher here.”

“And acting Vice Chancellor by my notes,” Torres retorted. “Miss Almassian is my personal Hand. I’ll need her granted with the same privileges and security clearance that you supply me with.”

“I’ll ensure that’s done,” Jim replied, before turning to Winter. “I’m sure you didn’t fly all this way solely to introduce our guests here.”

“Your intuition serves you well, Chancellor,” Winter replied with a weak smile. “I’m afraid I’m the bearer of bad news, Pacific Royal has lost several of its accreditations. I’m afraid students in the law, engineering and medical degree programs won’t have their degrees recognized upon graduation.”

“Y’all can’t be serious, so what are they working toward then?”

“We’re doing our best, in the meantime, you’ll have to announce that at the opening ceremony to give them a chance to attempt a transfer. But for the time being, degrees in those departments are essentially just a piece of paper.”

“Well, Ms. Torres,” Jim dryly responded, “Welcome to Pacific Royal.”

“Thank you,” Torres replied, “I believe I am going to like it here.”

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The atmosphere was tense.

Salt-laden mist hung in the humid air above the pier as the crowd continued to chant their protests. Hastily scribbled signs painted with messages of hate towards Hyperhumans and calls for Pacific Royal Collegiate and University to be shut down were shoved in the faces of the students assembled for the school ferry. Emotions were high on both sides as new and old students alike had to fight to keep the stress of the situation from accidentally setting off their abilities and creating an escalated event.

"Hypes go home!"

"P.R.C.U. is nothing more than an indoctrination camp!"

"Stop funding a private Hype army!"

"Bring back registration! No more Hyperions!"

The Hyperhuman terrorist formerly known as Hyperion had left scars for the Hyperhuman community as a whole that would likely never heal. Public faith in the Bureau of Hyperhuman Equality, Logistics and Protection had all but disappeared following Hyperion's public unmasking as none other than Dr. Jonas Lehrer. It had of course been a ruse, Dr. Lehrer's life and likeness had been stolen by none other than his former colleague and the once head of H.E.L.P., the thought dead, former director Yakob Kowalski.

"No more dead kids!"

"No more Hyperhuman attacks!"

In the wake of this, the Alexandria Foundation seized a foothold in the public's favour. Despite a dodgy reputation in the Western Hyperhuman community, the Alexandria Foundation, its institute and its agents had a nearly flawless reputation with the rest of the world, so much so that their offer was unanimously accepted when they offered to replace H.E.L.P.

"Take back Dundas Island!"

"Hypes have taken enough, it’s time to make them give back!"

The United States was all too happy to unleash the Foundation on the scattered remnants of Hyperion's Children. Despite their leader being gone, the splintered sects of cult-like followers that Kowalski had gathered continued his mission of Hyperhuman Supremacy. With Hyperion and his beliefs intrinsically linked to Pacific Royal, it continued to paint a poor image of the recovering school.

Alyssa Townsend eased her way through the excitable crowd, her brother Oliver watching her back as the pair attempted to move their luggage towards the loading area for the ferry. The redheaded young woman's eyes met a familiar pair belonging to Cassander Charon, his hand tightly wrapped around the arm of his young sister, no doubt the same age Oliver was when he first started at Pacific Royal. Cassander nodded quietly toward Alyssa, picking his fellow member of Team 78, or Firebird, out of the crowd. The pair left their reunion as a quiet acknowledgement to one another, fear keeping their voices silent lest it incite the protestors further.

After what felt like an eternity, the ferry's horn sounded, announcing it was boarding time for Pacific Royal Collegiate & University students. Shuffling up the ramp, Alyssa sighed a breath of relief as the students made it onboard without incident. Other boarding times had been less lucky and more than a few students had to be airlifted directly to the island due to their injuries.

Odd that despite the Foundation’s interest in the island school they couldn't spare a Force member or two to protect the students. The rest of the journey went smoothly as the ferry made good time across the open Pacific.

Sun shone brightly over the blue sea through a clear sky only to be disturbed by a sudden bombardment of mist as the ferry approached the artificial sea wall produced by the island’s defenses to shield it. The wall of coursing water parted, the surface of the ocean rippling from the sea wall retracting to allow the ferry to pass through.

Alyssa breathed a sigh of relief, smiling as she looked at Cassander, Ripley and Oliver.

It was good to finally be home.

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The Foundation Force waved to the adoring people cheering as the Hyperhuman heroes stood for the crowd. Behind them, a H.I.T. Unit dispatched by the Bureau of Hyperhuman Enforcement, Logistics and Protection cleared up the scene. It took the source of the disturbance into custody under the watchful eye of the Foundation.

Walking the perimeter, the agent suddenly heard a scream. Running to the source of the sound, the agent rounded the corner, spotting a woman crouching on the ground.

“Ma’am?” The agent called looking down the alley, before approaching. “Are you injured?”

There was no response as the woman continued wailing.

“Evans to Scott, I’ve got wounded at my location, I need an EMT over at Bloor and Bathurst.” Harrison radioed to the Senior Agent as he continued to approach the woman.

“Ma’am, I need your consent to help you before I proceed, do I have that?”

A wave of nausea suddenly washed over Agent Evans as the woman clenched her right fist together, the wailing stopping cold.

“No.”

Evans didn't even have time to draw his weapon before an object appeared in the woman’s left hand. A click and a whir echoed through the small alley as a blade materialized in her hand before severing Evans’ head from his body.

Smiling, the woman retracted her weapon while retrieving the agent’s badge and weapons before disappearing up the fire escape.

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

As a reminder, the deadline for applications closes tonight at 12am EST.

I love all the sheets so far, lots of hard decisions to be made but I appreciate everyone putting their best foot forward even with the uncertainty.

Looking forward to announcing the PRCU Class of '29 tomorrow.

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