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Weirdness Magnetism [Cancelled.]

@Akayaofthemoon
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Weirdness Magnetism [Cancelled.]

I'll see if I can post tomorrow. For now though, it's time to hop on the train to Sleepytime Junction.

Mobius Academy: The City in the Sky

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@Silver Carrot@Th3King0fChaos

Michael had to admit, he was actually a little disappointed when he stuck his last poster onto the wall and his roomie still hadn't arrived yet. He'd been hoping that she'd come in, see the weebshit plastered over half the room, and it'd be a nice conversation starter. But nope, nothing. It was almost enough to make him feel as if he weren't wanted, but he quickly squished those thoughts down lest he wind up crawling on to the mattress he'd already removed from the top bunks frame and dragged to his weeb side beneath the window, and cry himself to sleep.

This would without a doubt be a bad way to start his quest for friendship, so he disregarded that idea entirely. Instead, he moved on to plan B. Instead of moping around in the dorm room, he'd wander out into the common room and start making conversation with whoever he saw in there. You know, like normal people would. And hey, his roommate would have to wander through there at some point if she wanted to get to their room, so unless she planned to climb through the window, which was badass and he actively encouraged but that was besides the point, chances were they'd end up meeting in there anyway.

Once he'd made it to his classes gathering spot, he quickly noticed that no one fitting the description of Amalia Stark, which at this point was just 'is most likely a female' was there. He did notice two other guys in there. He wasn't sure if they'd noticed each other yet, but he was pretty sure he was about to remedy that.

"Hey guys! I guess you're both my classmates, huh?" He said happily, as well as maybe a just a little too loudly, as he walked over to one of them, who he wasn't quite sure, but he may or may not have had a tail... But he was getting distracted. He'd wait until after his introduction to bring it up. "I'm Michael Wilson, son of the universally beloved and definitelynotatallwidelyhated Wade Wilson! Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm going to take a wild shot and say that neither of you are Amalia Stark, right?"

Just standing next to them, he could already see that he was shorter than both of them, a fact he begrudgingly accepted. They seemed like the kind of people who were nice enough not to mention it though. At least, he thought they did. From the five second read he got from them by seeing them from across the room.

Mobius Academy: The City in the Sky

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Michael was excited.

He'd actually never really been to an actual school before, so he couldn't help but wonder just how it'd all go while half listening to the speech the principal gave. If the literal thousands of hours of anime he'd watched were any indication, then it could either go great or terribly. The odds where honestly around fifty fifty. Then again, it was a school for kids with superpowers, so the chance of this being a nice slice of life scenario was slim to none. So yeah, odds were probably actually closer to eighty twenty that he and his fellow students would get thrown into some kind of crazy, life threatening adventure.

For a moment, he briefly considered the possibility that maybe basing his idea of how the school year would progress on anime plotlines was kind of dumb, and he should just try and get back to listening to the principals speech again.

Thankfully, the principal shot down that line of thinking by announcing that there would be coed rooms, but that there was also going to be a 'sports festival' at the end. Say what you want about Michael's intelligence, but he understood his weebshit. He, like anyone else privy to that sad, secret language, knew that 'sports festival' was code for 'tournament arc'.

Honestly, he didn't have to delve too far down into the depths of his brain to realise that Prism may just have somehow developed some weeby tendencies at some point, and created a tournament arc because they're objectively the best thing ever, but there was no way he wasn't going to make sure he was ready if something resembling a plotline did decide to worm it's way off the page and into his real life!

And then his attention was immediately hijacked once more as Prism told them that they'd find a keycard with their class and dorms under their chairs. Far more importantly though, one of those classes was taught by Wolverine. A wide grin found it's way onto his face when he looked at his card, and sure enough, it was the one Wolverine was teaching. Clearly, that meant that along with his goal to make as many friends as he could, he now also had to set aside some effort to annoy Logan with! They already knew each other somewhat well thanks to all the times they had both accompanied his dad on adventures, but now the man had to spend time with him, meaning this year was going to be even funner than he'd expected!

But wait! He was getting distracted! He was forgetting the most important part of the speech he'd just barely listened to!

He was going to have a roommate here. Sure. Fine. Not unexpected. But he knew that, if he wanted to make sure the room was correctly decorated and up to his standards, he'd have to get there first. Sure, he understood that he'd still have to negotiate when his roommate actually got there, but it'd probably be a lot easier when the posters were already on the wall.

As he picked up his stuff, he took a quick look at the name on the card next to his.

Amalia Stark

"... Yep, nope, not getting anything from this." He said, before shoving the card into his pocket in mild disappointment. He'd hoped to get a bit more of an inkling of what kind of person his roommate might be from the card somehow, but sadly, all he really got was that it was one of Iron Man's kids, who he knew next to nothing about, and probably a girl if the name was any indication...

Maybe.

Either way, this wasn't really the time to be messing around. He could do that after he got settled in. Trying to be quick, he weaved between the other students and made his way over to the 1C dorms. He saw a couple of people gathering in the common room, and while he wanted to go over and introduce himself, it would have to wait until after his current task. Thankfully, when he made it to his room, it was still empty.

"Ooh, bunk beds! Haven't seen these since Hydra!"

Despite the less than stellar memories of those days, he was actually kind of excited by maybe finally getting a top bunk for once.

Until he noticed the metal that had been used for the bed frames, his eyes widening.

"Whoa whoa, hold up a sec... Is this vibranium?!" He asked, before leaning in to take a closer look. "No, no... Not the pure stuff, an alloy... Still though, this is... wow..."

Somehow, despite the fact that he was in a literal floating city, it was only upon seeing vibranium bedframes that he realised just how ridiculously expensive all of this was. And, while he appreciated the gesture of course, he was beginning to wonder if he couldn't put the honestly pretty decent supply of vibranium in front of him to better use. Already, his mind was jumping between all the cool weapons he could make, if only he could get a hold of someone who could actually teach him how to smelt the stuff properly.

Thankfully though, before he could begin dragging the mattresses off the frame to prepare it all, he realised that was something he should probably discuss with his roommate when she made it there.

"Ok, you're off the hook for now, but if Stark gives me the ok, oooh hooo, you'd better watch your back..." He said, squinting at the beds.

The bedframe, being an inanimate object, didn't respond.

"Yes, accept your fate. You will be given a better life in my armory anyway..."

And then he began to chuckle, which quickly turned into full blown maniacal laughter as he started putting up his posters, which mostly consisted of safer anime series, assorted boy bands, and Hugh Jackman films, with a particular emphasis on his musicals.

Weirdness Magnetism [Cancelled.]

Alright, so technically it's tomorrow, so I'm kind of a liar, but on the other hand, it's 4am. I don't know where I'm going with this, but the answer is quite possibly a very sleep deprived nowhere.

But I got the post done goddamnit, so I've won! The days of me taking ages to post are temporarily over! I've beaten the system! I've beaten sleep! I HAVE WON!

Weirdness Magnetism [Cancelled.]

Jeremy Lindall

@Polaris North@Akayaofthemoon@Majoras End@AmpharosBoy
"Yeahyeahyeah! It's me!" Jeremy said as he rocked back and forth on his heels from excitement. "I know right? I used to always have to look up at the kids who were younger than me! Now though? Now I can probably lift those kids with one arm! It's great! And I only got here yesterday night, so I just had to get settled in."

He grinned when Amelia suddenly stopped signing and blushed. He was pretty sure he knew what was going through her head, so decided to go ahead and act on his guess.

"Wonderin' if I still remember how to sign, huh? Well no need to worry, it's a little rusty, but I think I remember most of the important stuff!"

That and he'd been sure to study up on American Sign Language again before he left Hawaii in preparation for this very reunion... However, before he could display this fact, he saw another old friend enter the diner, and it just so happened that said old friend noticed him at the exact same time.

"JACK!" He shouted, no longer caring, or even really paying attention to how loud his voice was getting. His old friend said something about not being sure whether to marvel at his new height or hug him, which was understandable, given his awesome growth spurt, but he still ended up smirking.

"Well, let me save you the trouble then!" He said happily, scooping Jack off the ground in a bear hug that only felt like it could snap his spine. "This is great! I thought I'd have to wander around town for a few more hours before I'd met back up with everyone, but look at us! Ami, Jack, Sid and Garfield!"

As he spoke, he saw Amelia writing something, and realized with surprise that he'd basically forgotten the other guy she'd arrived with was there. Honestly, he would've apologized and greeted him anyway, but it turned out she was writing an introduction for him. Apparently his name was Ludwig, and he was something of a mystery hunter, just like the rest of them were. Grinning, he leaned over to take the guys hand in his own, shaking it vigorously.

"Hey man, it's nice to meetcha! I'm Jeremy Lindall! I used to live here 'til I was eight, so I'm an old friend of all these guys! Still, I'm pretty sure I know a lot of the weird stuff that happens around this place, so you just come to me with any questions you might have, yeah? I'll see what I can do to answer 'em for you!"

And then he spun back around to face Mr Garfield, who had asked him about playing the ukulele for them some time.

"Hey yeah, definitely! I've actually been practicing a few of the old songs Uncle Greg used to sing when I was a kid. Hell, back when he was a kid, the way I hear it! So yeah, I'll play 'em whenever you like!"

As if it were even possible, Jeremy somehow managed to perk up even more when Mr Garfield mentioned the Mystery Shack. Memories of running around the building with either Ami and Jack or Sid when she wasn't getting politely banned for accidentally breaking stuff returned to his mind. Actually, why were they always separate? Is it somehow possible that he'd never actually hung out with Ami, Jack and Sid at the same time? Because if that were true, he'd have to rectify that, and what better time to do so than today?

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea! Let's all go to the Mystery Shack together! The whole gang, all five of us! And then after that, you guys can come with me when I go say hi to the Manotaurs again! Oh man, they're gonna be so surprised by how big I've gotten, it's gonna be awesome!"

Weirdness Magnetism [Cancelled.]

I'll try to get a post out tomorrow.

Mobius Academy: The City in the Sky

Michael Wilson

"You know what? This looks like the perfect job for me to squeeze in a little extra character development. I'm sure you'll find some room for me on the team!"
_{Face Claim — Taron Egerton | Color — #F9EB7E}

Name

Michael Wilson

Superhero Alias

Wayland

Age

18

Sex

Male

Sexual Orientation

Heterosexual

Hero Connection

Michael is the unofficially (and possibly straight up illegally) adopted son of Deadpool.

Appearance

• Lightish brown hair
• Hazel eyes
• Short for his age, only standing at 5'3"
• Usually smiling
• Usually wearing a Hawaiian shirt, or equally poorly dressed

Personality Traits

+ Friendly
+ Excitable
+ Laid Back
+ Crafty

- Devious
- Sarcastic
- Not particularly booksmart outside of a few very specific areas
- Secretly super depressed, and probably suffering from massive PTSD

Secret Origin

Michael doesn't remember the specifics of where he came from, or who he's family might've been. The first thing he remembers is a cold, almost empty room, with three walls of concrete and one of reinforced glass. For the next ten years, this lonely room would be the safest part of his life. When he wasn't in the room, he was training, forced to first learn how to bring out his powers, then to push them to their limits, and then to use them against other children in the same situation. Each time, he would win. Each time, the losing child, or at the very least their body, would be taken away, and he would never see them again. Finally, after six years of being honed into a powerful human weapon, he met his fellow winners.

The next two years would be spent working with these children, running missions for the organisation to whom they owed their life, the strict but benevolent Hydra. On these missions, they fought, stole, killed and sabotaged. They watched each others backs, and saved each other countless times. They became a family, or at least the closest thing they could get to one in their circumstances. Until a day came where he couldn't save them anymore.

And once again, Michael was alone.

Luckily for him, it was another year later that a now twelve year old Michael would find himself tasked with stopping an intruder who had broken into the Hydra compound he lived in. Even luckier, despite how out of hand his reputation may have gotten, Wade Wilson wasn't someone who enjoyed killing stupid kids. The weapon summoning thing was pretty cool though, and he did know how to use them... So, when Michael regained consciousness, he awoke to see the compound three quarters of the way to burning to the ground, and the guy who knocked him out saying that he was going to be the guys new sidekick/son, because if Wolverine got to have one, he deserved one too!

Michael didn't really know what that meant, or who Wolverine was, but he knew the miserable life he'd lead so far was over anyway, so what was the worst that could happen if he took the man up on his offer.

Sadly, no one was around to tell him that 'what's the worst that can happen' is something that should never be applied to Deadpool...

Family Tree

Teacherdad:
Deathstroke

Abilities

Conceptual Armoury
Can manifest a copy of anything that could be classified as a 'weapon' out of thin air, as long as he's seen the original weapon in person before. He does this by copying these weapons into what he calls the 'Armoury in his Soul'.

These copies are completely identical to the original.

He can manifest up to ten of these weapons at a time, and control them telekinetically.

It takes a total of three seconds to manifest each weapon. While he can technically create them all at once, it usually gives him headaches, and comes with the risk of damaging his brain. In addition, it is also technically possible for him to manifest more than ten weapons, however this drastically increases the risk of causing irreversible, likely lethal damage to his brain, and this danger only increases or every weapon above ten that he creates.

He can only manifest weapons within ten feet of him. However, he can send them as far as he can see. If he cannot see them, he can only control them within the ten feet, otherwise they dematerialise after five seconds.

All forms of firearm are manifested with a single, full clip of ammunition, or whatever the equivalent is. For example an rpg will only come with one rocket, although him summoning a rocket is unlikely, as the explosion would cause him pain.

Weaknesses
The mere act of manifesting the weapons burns calories at an alarming rate, meaning that he has to eat and sleep far more than the average person whenever he uses this power.

The weapons are an extension of his mind, and while just as durable as a real weapon, they can still break. If one of the weapons does break, it sends a dangerous burst of feedback, which can essentially be likened to a flashbang that only affects Michael going off about a centimeter from his face, leaving him completely stunned, and possibly causing damage to both his mind and his soul.

Summoning more than ten weapons has an almost 80% chance of causing lethal haemorrhages in his brain, and summoning all his weapons at once can also potentially damage his brain.

Non-power Abilities

• Extremely agile
• Skilled martial artist
• Experienced blacksmith, along with some level of engineering talent when relating to weapons
• Talented with most forms of melee weaponry, and also fairly skilled with firearms and archery
• Decent at working in a squad or unit
• Not a bad chef
• Good at making up substitutes for curse words
• Fakes a smile like a pro
• Knows the words to most of the songs from 'Greatest Showman' by heart, along with more than a few songs from cartoons

Weirdness Magnetism [Cancelled.]

@AmpharosBoy@Polaris North@Akayaofthemoon

Jeremy Lindall

"Yep, the one and only!" Jeremy said happily when Sid seemed to recognize the name almost immediately. He laughed loudly when she mentioned how big he'd gotten and asked where he'd gone to do it."Hawaii! Yeah, it turns out that the giant genes were just waiting a while before kicking into gear, but now I don't have to worry about being too short for anything 'til I'm old and grey! Speaking of which, you dyed your hair black, which I've gotta say is a nice touch. I reckon it suits you, and not just because of the whole old-timey cartoon thing either."

He was probably going to continue, but he was interrupted by a pat on his back, and turned around to see someone who, despite not standing out anywhere near as much as Sidney, was still almost instantly recognizable to the boy.

"Mr Garfield!" He said, surprised at just how similar the man looked to when he and his family moved away. "Nah, no cats required actually. I love Hawaii and all, but I'd been getting pretty homesick for this place recently, so I eventually managed to convince mom and dad to let me come back and stay! But yeah, nah, things've been great! Had a bit of a growth spurt, developed a love for hawaiian shirts and the ukulele, developed a way bigger love for food than back then, it was awesome! But then when I think about it, I honestly still preferred my time here... I mean, wandering around in the unknown is in my blood, and compared to this place, Hawaii just doesn't have enough of it."

And then he saw someone else enter the diner who he immediately recognized. She was followed by someone he didn't, but oh well, he was sure he'd get to know him well enough soon.

"Ooh, guys, shut up, shut up! Don't say anything to give it away!" He whispered, before looking out from his booth again to see her and her friend sit down in a booth. He could barely hide the laughter when he called out to her, pointing to himself. "Hey, hey Ami! Do you recognize me? Do you remember who I am?"

Now, it may be true that he looked extremely different from the last time they'd seen each other, but after all the time they'd spent running around the area with Jack when they were kids, he had an inkling that she might be able to recognize him by the stupid, goofy grin on his face alone.

Weirdness Magnetism [Cancelled.]

Jeremy Lindall

Jeremy could barely keep the smile off his face as he walked through the streets of Gravity Falls. It'd been too long since he last saw this place, and he was a little surprised to see that it had barely changed. Happy too though. He hadn't seen many people he recognized though, and of those few, there were none who recognized him. But hey, it's not like he could be surprised by that. He knew how different he looked, and one of the things he was most excited for was to surprise all his old friends with it!

Right now though, his mind was focused on other priorities. He'd been up since obscenely early, running around in the woods like he had in the old days, searching around to see if there was anything new on the weird side of things. Sadly, he hadn't found any yet, and he'd eventually gotten too hungry, which sucked, because he was hoping to maybe say hi to some of those weird things he'd already met way back when.

But, on the other hand, food was food, and he hadn't eaten at Greasy's Diner in nearly eight years.

And funnily enough, by the time he'd finished his little mental recap, he'd made it right to the diners door. Upon entering, he was struck with nostalgic smells of extremely unhealthy diner food. It almost brought a tear to his eye, but hunger beat reminiscing in his head, so instead of just standing in the doorway on the verge of blubbering like an idiot, he instead went up to the counter and made his order.

"Hey there miss!" He said, not quite able to keep the excitement out of his voice. "Would it be alright if I just asked for four servings of bacon and eggs, but in one plate? I haven't eaten all morning, so I'm basically starving to death."

If he was being honest, that was only mostly a joke. He legitimately was getting pretty hungry, and he was beginning to suspect his stomach was starting to eat itself. Surprisingly though, the waitress he asked barely even raised a brow before going ahead and telling the kitchen his order. Then again though, when you live in a place like Gravity Falls, things like weird orders probably just weren't that weird anymore... So, glad that everything had gone simply, he went to find a seat, and no sooner had he done so that he saw a flash of black and white that seemed more than a little familiar.

"Is that who I think it is?" He said to himself, before standing up with a wave and called to the figure. "Hey Sid, that you? It's Jeremy! You still remember me?"