@Ever Faithful@Natsu@Ogobrogo@Nallore@Forsythe@BlueSky44: As the small group of Teddy, Ardere, and Mary Sue as discussing aliens and the cities they tend to raze, Teddy and Ardere would likely notice something about Mary Sue, if they hadn't already. She had a rather thick accent - somewhat sing-song like, the vowels extended, and some of them clipped or slurred. It had a distinctly European slant to it, and if they were paying attention to her weirdly mentioning an alien attack from 20 years ago, instead of one from like last week or whatever, they'd put it together. This girl was Welsh!
The six of you would all end up intercepting each other in front of the Kree spaceship,
an accuser class warship. The ship was on the far end of the field, behind the makeshift stage that would be hosting the concert later. Well, it was
half of a Kree spaceship, anyways. A long rectangular object, it looked like it was made out of twisting tire treads. It clearly had taken on a great deal of damage, given that it was ripped in half. Exposed bits of metal and whatnot were sticking out, allowing everyone a great view into what must've been
the central command zone.
There was no line or anything to go up inside, people were just sorta hopping up into the ship, some of them going down the corridors. A few kids in matching t-shirts that looked like Star Trek uniforms - none of them red, thankfully - were chattering away at anyone who approached. And then of course, there was a member of faculty present, curiously looking at the partially restored systems - the famous synthezoid himself, the Vision.
April Flynn
Location: the Field (School Carnival) - Outside Agatha's Tent
Skills: N/A
~First Day Fit~
hadn't answered April's questions about social media handles, but her memory was being jogged enough. April's parents had told her stories about her old days with the Secret Warriors, well, the stuff that wasn't deeply deeply classified at least. And April's mom had mentioned that there had been an Asgardian on the team named Raynor - and that he was the
biggest dick she had ever met in her life. And that she was pretty certain he and his wife, a techie, were going to be the first in the group to get divorced.
But April kept that all to herself. Especially since apparently Zarina was into stabbing people.
A bead of sweat worked its way down April's forehead out of shame as Andy accused them of picking on her - and before any of them could really protest or argue to the contrary, she had gone inside the tent to see Agatha. And Chi Mai had come on out. The thoughts of how hurt the new kid seemed to be about their playful and friendly fashion advice suggestions went completely out of April's mind as she was slammed into from behind, staggering forward and narrowly keeping her balance, thanks to Danni keeping a grip on her.
"Babe, what happened?? What did she tell you? Whatever it is, it's going to be okay - these prophecies can be all twisty with their words, I bet that half of what she's saying is cryptic and just to, like, try to make us be better people because she knows what'll get inside our heads and all because she's a witch and that's what witches do! They like to trick people to be better people. Or just to be mean. Maybe all of these readings are her idea of like a sick joke or something, to make the morale of the school DROP so that way her new school will beat us at the Contest of Champions!! It's all a conspiracy and we're just letting her do it!" April didn't even really understand herself how she had gotten to that conclusion - sometimes, her mouth just kept going on without her. But it was important to her, the idea that Agatha could be wrong. Sure, on paper her fortune seemed great - even Danni said so - but... April didn't want it. She'd rather have been told by Agatha that she was going to, like, wake up with zits the day of Prom.
April's phone had buzzed with a push notification - she had turned on alerts for a certain blonde girl's account... But thankfully for April, she didn't check her phone - her hands were full with Danni and Mai. Her shame would be private - for now. Sabine was back now as well, checking in on Mai and also advising to Danni that he should stay out of whatever was going on with Dorian and that terribly mean little freshman.
"He's an uptight little drama queen," April agreed with Sabine, referring to that terrible freshman.
But even though they had advised Danni to stay out of it, Danni then got involved... somewhat. By whispering. As he not so stealthily snuck on over there, handed Dorian the jacket, and then rushed back over to them. April smiled slightly. She had missed Danni so much over the summer - Danni and Dorian both.
"...D'you think Dee is gonna invite him to movie night too? We're running out fo space..." April asked, looking at Danni. Was this the person Dorian had meant, with his cosmic love... this little thing? He looked so angry and tiny, as if he would explode and simultaneously get blown over by a leaf.
Percy Novikov
Location: the Field (School Carnival) - In line for Agatha's Tent
Skills: Omnilingualism
~New Outfit~
Percy Novikov of course suffered from a severe case of resting bitch face - although he himself would not describe it as suffering. He considered it to be an asset. The more idiots who didn't go up to talk to him out of fear and intimidation, the better. He knew that was somewhat of a supervillain attitude, but he didn't care - all the great Greek heroes had a dark side anyways. He sized up the first person to approach him, introducing herself as Madalyne.
"Percy Novikov," he replied curtly.
He then had the wind knocked out of him as a human cannonball attached itself to him - none other than his favorite princess, Zari.
"Princess," Percy greeted, a small smile on his lips. He awkwardly patted Zari's back twice, his own little way of returning the hug. He wasn't really a huggie person. But he was somewhat used to Zari being like this - he had seen her over the summers on and off growing up, as their parents were rather close. Percy's mother had almost ended the universe to keep Zari's mother safe. And that was not an exaggeration.
"I didn't realize you lived in this universe. Or that you kept such bad company," he said pointedly, his eyes flickering over towards his least favorite gang of assholes, just a few steps away.
The floating droid looked much the same as when Percy had seen him last. To Percy, the ones and zeroes were an intelligible language. His binary was a bit rusty, but his brain slowly pierced it together, like exercising an old muscle. He cocked his head slightly at the robotic eyeball.
"There's nothing normal when it comes to Zari," he told the eyeball bluntly.
He caught sight of one of the assholes - the one who had violated his bodily autonomy - mouthing something at him. Despite Dorian's
I'm sorry being quite plain, Percy didn't perceive that at all. His brain fumbled on the uptake for one reason or another
(such as a crit fail on a d20...), perhaps due to Percy's own bias against Dorian, he interpreted it as
fucking dick. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared with anger.
"If I had a glove, I would throw it..." Percy muttered darkly, referring to a somewhat antiquated tradition of throwing off a glove to mark the beginning of a duel. But to make matters worse (or better?), the asshole in chief was coming this way. And talking to Zari, as if Percy wasn't there and couldn't speak for himself. And then...
was that his jacket? Had they broken into his room and
stolen it?!?! Wait, no, it was void of burns... that one, albeit wrinkled, looked almost new. Had this entire thing been a fit over Percy owning the same jacket as them? Was that all this came down to, someone so insecure to have their fits directly compared?!
"Can I fucking help you, Развалюха?!" Percy bit, looking at Dorian darkly.
Развалюха of course was a Russian curse - one that Percy had picked up from his mother. It meant
car that’s falling apart as it goes.
In other words, Percy's opinion of Dorian Gray.
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