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Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Blech, I'm not as satisfied with my most recent post, but I think it sufficiently captures the idea that Atticus and Codi have trouble staying angry at each other, even over stuff where it would probably be lacking in common sense. That was kind of how I intended for it to be, though.

Anyway, the RP set aside, if you like the Walking Dead, you should watch the talk show they host after it where they talk about the series. They had some comedian guy who was a natural, although I already forgot his name. I nearly died laughing my ribs hurt so bad when they decided to do a live poll to see if the comedian would survive in the story's universe...his survival chances didn't seem that great.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Codi Bailey and Atticus Fowler

Codi, although afraid of what Henry would say to her, was not as fearful of being reprimanded by him or any other teacher as she was about what Atticus would say. The primary reason for why she had done such an atrocious action was because she doubted the school, which prized the safety of its students, would force Atticus to do something that went directly against his will. Codi had called it a prank, but she wasn’t laughing about it; in fact, she had broken down crying about it. She was made even more hysterical by whatever had happened to Dana. She couldn’t let her emotions reign over her, though, so she forced herself to at least gain a partial amount of composure, so she could think about the situation.

She looked at Henry, “Dana said she and Asae were attacked. I don’t know where Asae is, but I think she left.” She said, the light in her eyes suggesting she was aware of the trouble she had caused, but wasn’t going to think about that until the current issue was resolved. Codi was normally pretty empathetic, but she had already committed herself to something, dark as it was. She saw it all the way through, or she was spineless; she didn’t like making promises she couldn’t keep. She had promised Atticus on the way to the school that if she got the opportunity, she would throw him into a scenario where he wouldn’t have a choice but to try to breathe underwater. She had meant it, even if she didn’t enjoy it herself.

In the meantime, Atticus surfaced, and found that he needed to breathe again. He got up and walked over to the group, finding himself alarmed by the situation, but more so focusing on Codi. Henry had said she hadn’t been responsible for the act, but somehow, he doubted that was the truth; had he just not read the question properly? The fish-man walked over to Codi, looking into her face, and knowing by the tears that she must have been the one to push him. Clearly, she hadn’t wanted to do it, either; but still, that wasn’t something he could forget about easily. “Codi! What were you thinking, I could have drowned!” He said, the most logical, and most obvious question of the day.

Codi wiped the tears off of her face, “I didn’t enjoy it, but either someone made you try, or you’d never know. It’s not like you haven’t made me do tough things before to find out about my powers.” She muttered, giving him a reminder of the things he had suggested that she do before.

“There’s a difference between people and guinea pigs, Codi.” He said, his tone returning to a normal, non-betraying quality of his emotions, though there was still a hurt note to it.

“You say that so easily, Atticus, but you don’t have powers where you need a test subject to find out what you can do. You advised me to do something I hated so I could comprehend the scope of my powers, and I promised you that I would make you try to breathe underwater, because you’re a fish-man. I meant it. You think it’s a one-sided thing, where you can tell me to do something that goes against my morals or beliefs? I just did something that went against them again just now, so that I could help you find out about your powers. You can breathe underwater, and do you think you would have done it unless I’d scared you that badly? I knew it was dangerous, I did it anyway. It’s not like I don’t know what the consequences were. I don’t have anything to gain from it.”

Atticus stared at her again, “That was still ridiculously dangerous; you couldn’t have asked the teachers or faculty to see if I could do that? Wouldn’t there have been some safer method?”

Codi looked at Atticus, her emotions seeming a bit exhausted, so that she seemed tired, and unable to react further, “I doubt the faculty would forcibly try to make you do something that would cause a life-threatening situation, and you wouldn’t do it when I asked you to try voluntarily. I know I’m responsible for it, and I’ll accept whatever consequences there are. I only had to do it once to know, so there’s not a chance I’ll do it again. I just didn’t see any other way. You wouldn’t listen to me, but had you, I would have pulled you out of the water if you had started to drown.” Her eyes filled with a few tears, “I’m sorry I had to do this, Atticus, and I really am guilty about it. I hope you can forgive me, but if you can’t, I’ll understand why you don’t want to.”

Atticus studied her face, finding, to his despair, that she was telling the truth. He looked over at Henry and Dana, “It’s easier for me to handle this, because I didn’t drown, but had I started to? I would have been a lot angrier than I am. It’s just hard for me to be angry at you, even as ridiculous as this is, and as angry as I should logically be. I must be insane, not being furious, and perhaps wondering if you’re a friend at all, except that we’ve known each other for a year, and I know you don’t lie.”

He shook his head and sighed, “I don’t think I’ll ever understand it, but I can’t hold a grudge over this, even though common sense should tell me otherwise. We can still be friends, but promise me, that you will never, ever do this again. I need your word.” He looked hard at her.

Codi nodded, “I promise.”

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

I watched it. I think that was the most epic season premiere I've ever seen for the entire series. I had originally stopped watching it because of other important matters, but I got caught back up on the marathon yesterday.

Academy 218 Character Files

Basic Information

Name: Rosette Sauveterre
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Rosie, Rose
Gender: Female
Age: 22 (Physically looks 11 years of age)
Height: 4’6”
Weight: 73lbs.

Status: New Student

Appearance

Hair Color: Black, possibly turning Silver Prematurely
Eye Color: Light Brown
Ethnicity: Caucasian/White (Second-Generation French-American)

Physical Appearance: Despite being twenty-two years old, the intervention of Rosette’s powers have caused an arrested maturation of her body during puberty, which has resulted in her appearance permanently being locked in at the age of eleven, save for her voice, which has matured to reflect her actual age. Her voice, which is a deeper-pitched soprano with a defined rasp, seems out-of-place when compared to the person it belongs to. Her entire body, as well as whatever clothing she wears, possesses the bizarre appearance of seemingly being transparent, practically like a non-material entity, such as a ghost; she may fade or solidify more or less at odd times. It should be noted that she does not glow or seem supernatural, but this is also somewhat disorienting, and confusing to those who look at her. It is also disconcerting because aside from the occasions on which she chooses to speak and be heard by people, her footsteps make no sound, she possesses no heat signature that can be detected, and those with a sense of smell cannot recognize her scent. She has absolutely nothing about her person that can be detected or tracked.

Rosette’s general appearance is that of a young girl, having the short height of 4’6”, and the measly average weight of 73lbs, being thin naturally. She does not seem feeble, however, as she possesses a tone to her appearance that suggests a certain degree of athletic muscle beyond that of a regular child, though it is nothing that would ever be seen as threatening, and she is still weak compared to a normally-developed individual. Her skin tone is naturally pale, and on areas typically hidden by clothing regardless of weather, is covered with old scars that suggest an unusual injury. Eerily, these scars look as though they were left by whips, claws, or bites, coming from some creature nobody would recognize. Rosette also has a notable narrow cut-like scar about an inch in length just beneath her right eye, which everyone notices; though this is generally all they ever see, and the majority of the time, it is covered up by cosmetics.

Rosette’s face has a distinctly refined appearance, even for that resembling a child’s. Her face is diamond-shaped with cherubic lips, and almond-shaped eyes, though sharpness in her features is not present, because she did not mature enough to obtain it, though it seems as though she should have. Rosette has long, black eyelashes that frame her light-brown eyes. Her thick black hair, which is generally straight, though with a tendency to feather at the tips, is cut in a medium-length style that just barely grazes her shoulders. Her hair is parted at the center, and on the left side, a narrow strip of her hair has taken on a silver color, presumably due to severe bodily stress at some point, and likely linked to the scars she often tries to hide on her person.

Attire: Rosette dresses in a casual manner that always seems to have a touch of refinement and maturity to it, with closer examination revealing that the clothing is a more expensive quality, indicating a preference for articles that will last a long time. She generally wears light sportswear-quality zip-up jackets with collars, although they do not have hoods. These jackets are notable for often having extremely long sleeves with holes for the thumbs to go through. Traditionally, these jackets will be in darker, more muted colors, if they are not completely monochrome, consisting of blacks and grey tones (white is a troublesome color to keep looking nice when it shows everything, so she seldom wears it). Often, short-sleeved t-shirts made primarily of soft fabrics like cotton will be worn underneath these jackets, typically in a dark color that will complement whatever the current chosen scheme is. Rosette will also generally wear plain jeans that fit comfortably, and often the denim is of a darker shade that will look nice with her primarily monochrome colors. She always wears a very good pair of broken-in running shoes, which she has sprayed with a thick coat of water-proofing coating, and therefore, they almost always look brand-new. These shoes are black and grey, neutrally colored for ease of not having to wear anything else relating to footwear.

What is most notable about the way Rosette dresses is that regardless of the weather, she will always wear some sort of scarf; her signature ‘style’ that does not appear to ever change. Although she will generally pick the scarf based on its fabric, preferring cooler ones in warmer weather, she is almost never seen without one. Based on this, the majority of Rosette’s wardrobe consists of different scarves, made of a wide variety of fabrics, ranging from silk and cotton all the way to wool.

Another aspect about Rosette’s dress is that, while for the most part reserved, she does seem to wear more jewelry than an average person. The ring she wears on the middle finger of her right hand is strongly out-of-place with her youthful appearance. This ring is a simple, yet expensive-quality one made of pale white gold with a smooth, stroke-like ornamentation to it, although the central focus of the ring is not lacking in appearance. Set into the center of the ring is a decent-sized (six-by-four millimeters) black opal with a distinct ‘Chinese writing’ pattern, which lapses between intense blue and green shades across the stone’s entire face when it catches the light. This stone is additionally ringed by a single row of very small diamonds. Facing inward, this larger ‘main’ ring is soldered to a thinner, matching ring also made of white gold, and which is lined with a single small row of diamonds. The appearance of these two bands, which were clearly two distinct individuals at one point, reveals them to be a combination of engagement and wedding bands typically worn by a wife. Rosette wears this combined ring as inheritance in honor of her late grandmother, who left the ring to her in her will.

Personality

Outward & Innate Personality: Rosette has a personality that matches her manner of dress, being reserved, yet elegant and refined, and perhaps a bit too secretive for most people to easily enter into a friendship. Although Rosette does not actually bear any malicious intent towards people, she rarely says anything about what she is planning on doing, or what her hobbies or favorite past-times are. This often leads people to become highly suspicious of her, even though the chances of her doing something harmful are extremely low. In other cases, during conversations, it is easy for people to forget her true age, and lapse back into the manners in which one would treat a child, which has been a constant, grating source of aggravation since she developed her powers, and failed to mature into the appearance of an adult. Rosette, as an extremely serious person, often does not say anything about herself, primarily because people often automatically resort to treating her like a person the age her appearance resembles, and therefore, takes her too lightly for her to be satisfied. It is easy to fall from her favor, if you frequently forget that she is actually twenty-two years of age, even when her voice sounds like that of a grown woman.

Rosette, in all honesty, would be willing to talk about what she does in her spare time, if she thought people would actually take her seriously, and not be light-hearted about it, as though it were a joke. She has merely just tried so much to unsuccessfully convince people that she is telling the truth that she finally gave up trying. This has left her with a distinctly bitter aspect to her personality, and as a result, she often views things from the ‘worst-case-scenario’ standpoint, and is almost always cynical of anything that sounds idealistic, typically being negative or far less than optimistic about a situation. This in mind, however, she doesn’t exactly put people down, either. She may often disapprove of half the things a person says, but she doesn’t do things just to be mean, and she doesn’t intend to act superior to anyone, either. She often says things to make sure people are considering everything that could potentially happen, so they could formulate how to react in those situations.

Often, the noted sour nature of her personality stems not just from a constant failure to be taken seriously, but from the fact that she is often morbidly aware of what can happen if something goes wrong. This is because every time she uses her powers, her life is at risk, but few actually believe that she could be injured using them. No one realizes that her apparent knack for tactical thinking, as well as her ability to think quickly on her feet comes from experience. The truth is that if she hadn’t developed these skills, she would have died a long time ago. The constant reminder Rosette receives of her own mortality has often led her to remind other people of theirs. This has caused many of those she meets to perceive her as having a highly disturbing, macabre preoccupation with death. They may even go so far as to have suspicions that she is mentally ill, although it could easily be trauma, as she appears to be turning prematurely silver.

There is more evidence in Rosette’s behavior that points to her possibly suffering some sort of trauma. She is typically either upset, or very easily angered during morning hours; presumably because she either cannot fall asleep, or her bad dreams constantly scare her awake. She often tends to carefully watch everything, and always seems somewhat tense, as though waiting for something to happen. She also has an extreme, unnatural fear for certain specific aquatic animals, primarily abyssal fish, and anything like a squid or octopus that bears tentacles. She also cannot stand the sight of slugs, worms, or snails. These things have often been noted as a very severe phobia, as Rosette herself would even vaguely admit she knows that they are harmless, but that they remind her of something she doesn’t like to think about. Despite these fears, she is able to suppress them and go near these creatures, and even touch and pick them up, although not without a strong degree of revulsion and disgust. Although she may do it unwillingly, Rosette is not crippled by her fears, and often forces herself to be near them, at times.

It is highly suspected that Rosette’s dietary preferences (She is a vegan, by the way) stems from the fact that she oddly cannot stand the taste or texture of meat or animal products. Although the sight of cooked or raw meat or others eating meat or other animal products does not seem to disturb her, the instant she tastes it, she seems to have a strong dislike for it. She has often stated when asked about her diet that she thinks she is healthier and in a better mood because of her diet (which makes people wonder what she was like beforehand regarding the mood part), but that she eats it primarily because she doesn’t like the texture of animal proteins or the way they taste. She will also claim it doesn’t involve animal rights, and that she has no problem with others eating steaks, as long as they don’t make her do it.

On rare occasions, such as during exceedingly stressful times, Rosette may be prone to either angry or irritable outbursts, or a panic attack. If she has an outburst, Rosette may behave in a way that is considered universally uncharacteristic, losing the typical refinement in her speech, and often causing her to spill out all the feelings she has about a person that are negative in nature. She will tell that person exactly how much she hates them, and what she can’t stand about them; this can happen, even if she has just met them. During panic attacks, Rosette will typically be so irrationally frightened that she might cause harm to herself, in an effort to get to another place where she can be away from other people. Often, both extreme reactions are followed by a period of complete emotional numbness, save for what one could describe as a deep sense of self-hatred.

Hobbies/Interests: Rosette’s hobbies revolve around gathering research and organizing it into a convenient physical form, because she often finds that she prefers holding physical copies in her hands, rather than pulling up the data on a computer. Because of this, much of what occupies her living space consists of nicely-made old-fashioned-looking tomes that begin blank, although she gradually fills in the pages with information over time. She does not say what these books contain, though, despite the fact that she is frequently either filling in information, or looking for something. She has a good number of books like this that are completely full, as well as several that haven’t been properly filled in. Often, where she would get such thick books with blank pages in the first place is a mystery. Often, her best-kept secrets are in these books, and when asked about them, Rosette will reply that people would probably prefer not to know the information contained in them.

A second hobby Rosette engages in, though with less interest or enthusiasm, is playing the piano. Although she has incredible skill in playing it, Rosette does not seem to enjoy it, although she claims that she used to. Often, she practices primarily so she does not lose the skills she has learned.

Another noted talent is that she is oddly good at growing highly-sensitive potted plants, like orchids, carnivorous plants, or bonsai trees. It often tends to make her happy that she has the capability to do so.

Skills/Talents: Rosette’s capability to track down, compile, and organize information is exceptional. Should she be needed for gathering intelligence on any subject matter, she is capable of hunting almost anything down, whether it is on the internet, or at a library. It is a guarantee, however, that the information will come in the form of something physical, like a set of printed pages or a notebook. You will never see a flash-drive with documents on it. Although people might be initially reluctant to talk to her, it is possible to become friends with Rosette just by giving her something to research, so long as it is not something disturbing or profane in nature.

Additionally, while Rosette is a talented pianist, by anyone’s standards, she often does not enjoy it, though it does possess social implications. If someone else were willing to play an instrument with her, she might enjoy it more.

She can easily care of sensitive potted plants that take considerable skill on the part of the owner to survive. Her skill has made it possible for her to keep exotic plants that most people have a tendency to accidentally kill with ease.

Prized Possession: In her room, Rosette possesses a large set of books, and she does not allow anyone to read what is in them. She would be highly upset if they were taken. These set aside, the ring Rosette wears is also a precious artifact left to her by her grandmother. She would be deeply upset if it were taken, because of the sentimental value it holds.

Quote(s): “I am aware that I am irrationally afraid of a lot of things, but I will not allow that to stop me. I will go find an octopus tentacle and hand it to you in person, if that is what it will take to make you believe me.”

History/Bio: Rosette belongs to a family that is somewhat wealthier than most, although it would never be considered outright rich, such as those who are in the top 1% of America. Her family can’t afford to live in a mansion, or buy a jet plane, or have a yacht. This in mind, though, they could not be strictly identified as middle-class citizens, either. The residence where they lived, a bit of a distance from Seattle in Washington State, was pretty expensive, and so were the two cars that her family owned. Even if they weren’t associated with those of millionaire status, the Sauveterre family was very healthy from a financial standpoint. Coming from a long line of individuals in the medical profession, Rosette’s father, who was a second-generation French immigrant, had served in the United States military as an officer, having gained his commissioned status after going to medical school and becoming a surgeon. On a vacation in which Rosette’s father had traveled back to France, the country of his parent’s birth, he met Rosette’s mother, a French native, who also served in the medical field.

Rosette grew up in a family where she was given much opportunity, and it was likely that she would break family tradition on her father’s size, and potentially become a teacher, or, (As she had hoped) a college professor. These dreams were heavily dashed when she developed her powers. She became transparent in appearance and had stopped physically aging, which would make it impossible for her to appear before normal people without seeming like a ghost. She also struggled with the darker nature of her powers, and the things that she saw when she used them. At one point, she was captured by one of them, and badly injured, before she could escape. This was what caused a strand of her hair to turn silver, and why she has scars on her body.

Rosette’s powers caused much strife in her family, after the encounter with the creatures linked to them had been proven as real entities that could cause harm. Rosette dealt with extreme depression during the time that she had to recover from the injuries, even believing she had been cursed, at one point. Rosette’s parents, though, deeply loved their daughter, and were frightened when, at one point, their teenage daughter had seemed suicidal, so they poured many funds into making special arrangements. They were able to successfully pull Rosette out of her depression, by giving her a chance at obtaining a teaching degree, even when she was unable to appear in person. Her family was perhaps the one source of warmth that kept Rosette going until she was able to keep herself from falling apart completely. They encouraged her to go after her degree and retain interest in something, to keep herself occupied, and also encouraged her to go to the academy when she was given an invitation, as she had still been living with them, even as an adult.

Family:

Father- Rosette’s relationship with her father is generally better than her mother’s, as neither is very good at speaking French, despite their heritage, and half the time, they butcher the words. They both agree that Rosette’s mom can be annoying, in the sense that she will often try to correct them, even when they are just trading jokes or bits of humor, and have no need to be politically correct. Rosette was generally much more cheerful and positive around her father, and her spirits are typically uplifted when she thinks about him. Rosette’s father was an avid reader of books, hence Rosette’s preference for the physical weight of papers in her hands.

Mother- Rosette’s mother was a very stern, mature parent, where she claims her looks and refined speech patterns came from (Because her mother spoke proper English with a French Accent, and Rosette’s father spoke with a Casual Northern Dialect, she learned to speak in a very polished fashion). Because Rosette’s mother was often a realist, and a bit of a worrywart, Rosette’s mother has indirectly taught her daughter to always make sure that she has researched and found information on her own, before believing what she is told. It is possible Rosette’s researching hobby stemmed from this. Rosette strongly loves her mother, and like her father, is more cheerful when reflecting on memories of her.

Relationships

Relationships:

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Abilities

Power Class: Spatial-7

Power: Rosette’s power is unique, in that it grants her the ability to slip between the human dimension, and another one that shadows it. Because of this ‘shadowing’ quality, the alternate dimension possesses an almost completely identical appearance to the regular one, but different laws and properties. Rosette’s passive and automatic, yet no-less notable abilities, such as her lack of scent, heat signature, or even sound unless she desires the noises she produces to be heard, result from a constant state in which she is only slightly fading into the dimension, though she is tethered to the regular one enough where the laws of the regular dimension for the most-part dominate, and this fading is always indicated by Rosette’s constant transparent appearance. Rosette herself, when fading as much as she can into this dimension, can take on powers comparable to that of a ghost or phantom, becoming for the most-part invisible (aside from the faintest hint of an outline), as well as intangible, granting her the ability to walk through walls or any other solid object. She can also manipulate certain laws in this dimension, such as friction, and possibly mass, as well, though the majority of these powers do not extend to when she is visible in the human dimension. With time, it is possible that Rosette could use her ability to manipulate these forces, and gain the power to fly in the alternate dimension, although she has not yet mastered this, despite having greatly practiced her abilities, and familiarized herself with the way that they work. Rosette’s capability to remain in this dimension work as long as she can concentrate on staying in it, and therefore, she could be in the alternate dimension for a long time, as things such as gasses that a human would breathe are apparently present there. The reason Rosette can still recognize people, even when isolated in this dimension away from the regular one, is because animals and people appear as ghosts, similar to how she does in a normal state.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: Rosette’s spatial powers are easily considered to be very powerful, but they also have terrible drawbacks to them that negate any sort of enjoyment that a person could receive from having them. While Rosette may do many things in the alternate dimension that she slips into, and have enough skill to maintain her presence there almost without thinking, she is not the sole inhabitant of it when she decides to fade into it. This universe is populated by an enormous number of widely unique, but extremely horrifying and powerful creatures, which, as far as Rosette can tell, cannot be killed by anything, and are capable of being an enormous size. These beasts have no discernible weak points, and from a biological or anatomical perspective, do not even make sense. They are also not fond of the intruder that has been repeatedly entering their realm over the years, and for the most part, every time they see her, they will attempt to kill her. Rosette is forced to run from these creatures, which often accumulate and swarm wherever her presence is, regardless of if she is phased into their dimension or not, because her scent, sound, and heat signature are trapped there, and therefore the creatures may track her, though they can tell when she has faded into their dimension, and when she is not (These aspects are typically stronger when she is primarily inside their dimension, only a faint scent when she is not). Although they won’t constantly swarm in the same room as her (Considering they have lives, too), they are still typically close by, and are always a threat that could very easily kill her, as in regards to fighting, she is no stronger than a typical human. Like Rosette, they have the capability to move through solid objects in this dimension, and many of them can also possess the ability to fly. Rosette’s muscle tone and apparent skill in bad situations comes primarily from running for her life and trying to escape from these creatures, although it is not possible for her to truly hide from them, as they can always find her.

In addition to the fact that these monsters are ridiculously strong and immune to damage, a few of the larger ones are heavily suspected to actually have intelligence on par with that of a regular person, if not exceeding such things, as they frequently display such signs; though Rosette has no hope of reasoning with them. These distinct intelligent creatures are feared more greatly than those that simply mill about an area, because they are far more clever, deliberate, and skilled in hunting her, and Rosette is even capable of naming and recognizing them by their appearances. Unfortunately, because others can’t phase into this dimension, few actually believe her, and Rosette is the only one who can fight or see these creatures, or come in contact with them. Fighting, though, is not possible, and it never will be. Many of Rosette’s odd habits, phobias, and disturbed thoughts come from constant fear of these creatures when she uses her power.

Weaknesses that are linked to Rosette’s powers, and unrelated to the monsters in her dimension include that she must consistently remember to maintain her presence in the dimension, which can eventually tire her out because of using her powers, though her endurance could increase over time. She must also consistently think about keeping her feet on the ground. In a literal sense, she is so light in this dimension, that without thinking about maintaining friction between herself and the ground, she would float into the sky and never be seen again. Her intangibility makes it impossible for her to grab or pick anything up in this dimension, and she additionally is not entirely invisible; people may notice her by a very faint outline. Also, as mentioned earlier, while Rosette may detect people because they appear as ghosts, creatures from the regular dimension have the properties Rosette does when she is not faded into hers. This means Rosette can only detect people and animals visually, as in her dimension, they possess no sound, smell, or anything else that would alert her to their presence.

A final, and perhaps ultimate detriment to Rosette’s power unrelated to the monsters, is that people with energy-related powers (Specifically photons or light-related abilities that do not focus on matter or atoms) are capable of breaching her dimension with their abilities, making her vulnerable to their attacks, which could have very negative effects, considering that she is still basely human. Although teeth, claws, or any physical power cannot affect her, Rosette can still be grievously injured, even while intangible.

If severely injured enough, Rosette will generally lose her concentration, and phase right back into the regular dimension. It might as well be a guarantee that she will materialize if she loses consciousness.

Other: The books Rosette writes in are a cooperative-posting feature, in which characters may read the information that has been recorded in them.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

I just finished my ghost-girl character. I think I did a good job designing the character's personality, and predictably on this one, I had more fun writing in her weaknesses than I did her strengths or powers. I guess I just go ahead and post her in the deposit, then.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Okay, I just had Codi shove Atticus over the falls, and Atticus discovered he could breathe underwater. I actually already intended at some point in the story for Codi to force Atticus into a situation where he thought he was going to drown, just because it's extremely good for character development. I've actually based some of the reactions off of real-life events, but I'm still not sure how well I pulled that off. I really had to think that post over.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Codi Bailey and Atticus Fowler

Codi was fully aware that if Atticus got hurt in her prank, she would be responsible for it. However, just because she had been confident before, didn’t mean that as they approached the top of the falls, she didn’t begin to have doubts. She didn’t want him to be injured, so she supposed the only way to keep him from hitting the side of the cliff would be to push him extremely far over the edge of the falls. Regardless, the longer she thought about it, the more doubts she had; it was in no way easy to do something like this. It felt like plotting a murder. He would probably be too angry and shocked to even speak to her, and that made her feel worse about what she was planning. When Henry dived over the edge of the falls, though, making sure that he was there to act as lifeguard in case Atticus began to drown, she knew she would either have to go ahead and do it, or lose her chance. She doubted that the faculty would force Atticus to do a risky attempt like this, and so, it was either take this opportunity, or never know for certain what his limits were. She didn’t enjoy it though; no light-hearted or optimistic thoughts beforehand could really ever prepare her for this.

Codi steeled her nerves, and uneasily waited for her chance to come, as it soon did, when Atticus walked to the edge of the cliff to peer down into the water, trying to find where Henry had landed. It took nearly ten times the resolve to the perform the action, but by some vile chance, she managed it. She coiled up one of Reef’s powerful arms, and, before she could permit herself to rationalize an excuse to stop, shoved her friend a clear six feet off of the cliff. Atticus screamed as he fell, not even knowing fully what had happened, and it hurt enough to bring tears to Codi’s eyes. She crumbled to her knees, peering over the edge of the cliff, watching in horror as the pure terror he experienced triggered a transformation. She immediately wished she hadn’t done it, but there wasn’t any taking it back. She tried to rationalize why she had done this, but it was impossible, even though she had done it earlier. She could only watch, hoping that he could breathe underwater, as she broke down and started to cry, just as shocked by what she had done as Atticus was.

Completely stunned by the turn of events, when Atticus plunged deep under the white waters, the only thing he could think of was air. He didn’t have a fresh breath in his lungs, and he was already feeling a burning sensation as he needed more. He started to urgently swim up, but the current of the waterfall was difficult to fight against, as the shock of falling had made him lose all coordination, and his clothing kept getting in the way. The terror began to build the longer he stayed under, as he became more panicked by the increasing fear that he might drown. His vision began to swim black at the edges, and his thoughts started to go hazy; the strength started to leave his already uncoordinated movements. Finally, his body forced him to let out whatever was in his lungs, or he would pass out from lack of air. When the hacking cough came out, Atticus’ entire field of vision started to go dark as he thought he would start taking in water.

What happened next surprised him.

The immediate moment that he had released all of the air in his lungs, the blackness in his vision started to fade, and Atticus found that he did not feel the compulsion to breathe at all. He felt a kind of warmth creep through his limbs, and the oxygen-deprived twitching of his body began to stop. The longer he held still, the more he improved, until it seemed as though his body had returned to what felt like a normal state. He still felt incredibly weak, having not yet recovered from the sheer terror, but finally, a logical train of thought returned. He began to slowly twitch, as he maneuvered himself so that he was floating in what felt like a horizontal position, finding that his tail was highly effective for this.

More rationality returning, he felt highly restricted by his clothing, and became aware of Henry in his vision, watching him, although it was now somewhat difficult to see, as he did not need his heavily tinted lenses in his creature form. He shook himself a bit, trying to dispel the nervous weakness in his limbs, and he began to adjust to the fact that he could actually breathe in the water. He first removed his dark lenses, taking them off of his face, where they were now rather ill-fitting, and folded them up, searching, and then finally managing to slide them into an empty pocket on his jeans, which did not fit properly now that he had sprouted a tail. He also curled into a position that would have been impossible for a regular human, and removed his socks and shoes, looking with a hint of distain at the socks, which had been torn up by his claws, although the shoes themselves were fine.

Atticus stuffed the ruined socks inside of each shoe, and then proceeded to double-knot the laces together, before wrapping them around his left hand, so that he wouldn’t lose them. Once this had been done, he started to swim away from where he had landed, using his tail and moving in a distinctly eel-like fashion, although there was also a strange twitching to his fin-like limbs that one would find distinctly eerie. He briefly considered leaving the water, and this was indicated when he looked towards the surface, but after pondering, he thought against it. He was thinking more calmly, now, but he had little doubt that it had been Codi who had pushed him over the cliff. People couldn’t see beneath the white waters, and Atticus knew she would probably grow upset the longer he stayed under, keeping any sort of evidence of whether or not he had survived a secret. It was true that she had been right about his powers, but Atticus wouldn’t let her know she had been correct, just yet, because he still couldn’t believe she had tried to drown him in the first place. He really didn’t know what he should say to her, either. He supposed he had already forgiven her, because he had actually lived, but at the same time, if he hadn’t been able to breathe underwater, what then?

Swimming deeper into the water, he changed direction and went up to Henry, his face blank and difficult to read. He pointed with one hand up towards the surface, to indicate his friend, tilting his head slightly to one side, as though asking a question. It should have been obvious that he was asking if Codi had told him she was going to push him over the falls. Atticus wanted to know if Henry had been an accomplice or not. If the faculty had been involved, that might give him a better idea of what he should say to Codi whenever he decided to come out of the water. He knew she was probably breaking down and crying, even though Atticus was the one who had experienced what he perceived had been a life-or-death situation. He had already decided, though, that if Codi had ideas, he should make sure to never take them as lightly as he had used to. She had been after him for a long time to make him do what he was doing now; he hadn’t thought she would go to crazy lengths, but she had.

Meanwhile, Codi, who was for the most part hysterical, now, had been staring down into the water, and finally backed away from it, feeling sick from the extreme crushing guilt that she had just shoved her friend over a cliff. Had he drowned, or was he intentionally doing this to punish her? Henry would have pulled him out by now, had he not been able to breath down there. He must have done it, then, but he wasn’t coming up. He was probably furious at her; she was sure she would have been herself, had she been forced to go through something as traumatizing as thinking she was about to drown and die.

She was pulled out of these self-pitying and worried thoughts, though, when she heard a strange, echoing cry coming from somewhere. It was weird, but she wasn’t incapable of looking in the direction of the sound. When she did, she saw Dana rocking back and forth on the ground, without her wheelchair, and looking just as hysterical as Codi felt. She immediately felt her concern, though, shift to the person she was capable of engaging in contact with.

“Dana!” She cried, having managed to remember her name because of word-rhymes and the distinct features of a person that she could recall more easily. She ran over, “Oh, dear! What happened!? I just pushed Atticus over a cliff and…What happened to you? Are you okay? Where’s your wheelchair?!” Her words didn’t make much sense, but it was a heavy mix of worry for Dana, along with the sheer stunned shock and disbelief at her own actions. “I’m so sorry, are you alright?” She thought she was about to break down crying again.

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I walked in, do I see people having a Fullmetal Alchemist conversation?

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Well, I can understand how that messes people up pretty easily.

Anyway, I'm glad the forum isn't multi-posting people anymore.

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Alright, Codi has commenced conspiring, and I'm sure that she would probably join a mystery hunters group, and consequently, Atticus would follow her into it.