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Starring: Gwen “Aces” Morgan and Madison Weaver
Location: Gwen's Room
Time: Wednesday Morning
Featuring: Sam Morgan and Dawn Weaver
Collab with @BrutalBx




Sunlight burned through the curtains and onto her soft pale skin, the warmth waking her just enough to be conscious but not enough to open her eyes. Gwen was not alone in her bed, she could feel an even warmer body next to her, yet she’s aren’t open her eyes in fear of who or what may be beside her. This fear passed as her memory returned to her and the previous night of debauchery became fresh in her mind once more. Aces opened her eyes and looked upon the sleeping sound face of one Madison Weaver. Even prone across the bed the girl looked like six million dollars. She had curves in all the right places yet still retained her femininity. Her skin was sun kissed and enticing to the naked eye. So enticing in fact that Gwen placed a gentle kiss with her smudged ruby red lips onto Madi’s arm before climbing out of the bed. She herself was in fine form; wearing only her red lace underwear.

Walking over to her desk, Aces considered turning on the camera, showing her loyal fan base that last night she hooked up with an absolute ten but she stopped herself, something in her head telling her it wasn’t right, not with this one. Instead she reached for a cigarette and moved to the open bedroom window. She sat on the ledge and sparked up her nicotine fix as more and more of the night came back to her.

There was a stirring in the bed, as Madison slowly sat up, and then immediately put her head in her hands and groaned. ”Never drinking again...” she muttered, a customary sentiment that every hangover-ridden person is obliged to say but never means. Looking up from her hands, she saw that this room was not hers, and she wasn’t alone it it. Through blurry sight she could see another girl by the window. Madison’s mind reeled, desperately trying to piece together what had happened last night. She could clearly remember talking to Rose, then going back downstairs, free of any need to try and pull numbers. She was just going to dump all her baggage and have fun for the rest of the night…




Madi, an hour after returning to the dancefloor, had finally let loose, and was completely herself for the first time of the night, not this ‘desirable model’ that Shauna had tried to make her. She’d already consumed four drinks since hitting the floor, and despite an inability to dance well, was one of her better dancers there now because of her stamina and relative sobriety compared to the girls around her, makeup a mess, only still just about upright because of the need to dance.

Following her confrontation with the monstrous Hyde; Gwen was shaken but was ready to carry on with her evening. She wasn’t going to let some low life, drugged up asshole ruin her night. After tricking a freshman out of his leather wrist brace, she used it to cover up the recent burn mark before walking back out onto the dance floor. She needed more booze, the dark was calling to her and as she said at the end of every show: only good things happen in the dark. Heading to the bar, Aces grabbed a few shots before chasing them down immediately with a beer. She made her way into the dance floor with the goal of fucking the first thing she bumped into. Sure enough the first person she bumped into was he resident track star, Madi Weaver.

”Well well, I have a beer with your name on Miss Wheeler”

”Can’t be,” Madison replied, giggling, before turning to face Aces. ”Because my name’s Weaver. Madison. Who might you be?”

”I’m the bitch that’s gonna make your night” Gwen handed Madison the drink and offered a small smile. ”Gwen Morgan. I’ve seen you around school, this doesn’t strike me as your type of party. Sex, drugs, rocknroll, it’s a far cry from the enchantment under the sea dance”

”That’s not my type of party either. I generally forgo parties entirely to focus on training but now here I am; a senior who’s at the top of her game in regards to the track but doesn’t have much of a social life. So I decided to change that. Anyway, what was this talk of making my night?” she asked, taking a hefty swig of the beer.

With the utmost confidence, Aces slid closer to Madison and other a try grin. ”Do I have to spell it out for you? We eat, drink, be merry and fuck each other’s brains out. I’m horny. You’re hot. No thinking or feeling necessary. Hedonist youth in a future imperfect. We’d have all the fun and no risk of being impregnated by demon footballer spawn”

Madison blushed bright red, and tried to form a reply, any reply to that. And failed. Instead she just held up her finger to wait, and necked the rest of the beer, emptying the bottle. When she was finished, she gasped, and sniffed, and looked back at Aces. ”Fuck it, let’s go!”





”Well good morning starshine” Aces smiles as she watched Madison emerge back into the land of the living. She threw her cigarette out of the window and jumped off the ledge onto her tip toes. ”As hot as you are, right now you look like your in need of a pick me up. What’s your poison? Coffee? Red Bull? Vodka? I’ve got it all” She sauntered over to her mini fridge and popped it open. ”Breakfast in bed is always served to those who stay here”

Madison had managed to remember enough that she knew where she was, why she was there and who she was talking to. Of course, there was the question of how they got there. Neither were sober enough to drive, but that wasn’t a particularly important question. A more pressing question was one that was directly asked to her by Ms, Morgan. She was right. Madi did need a pick me up.

”Ten out of ten for service,” Madi started to chuckle, before groaning. Laughing was not a good idea when you have the bastard of all hangovers. ”Ow. Not doing that again. I’ll have a coffee though, please. Strong, sugary, and no milk or cream.”

”Coffee blacker than my soul coming up” Aces turned on the machine and poured in a bag of beans that was labelled Fucking Strong Coffee and waited for them to be ground up. Her head tilted slightly as if she heard something and she clicked her tongue just as the coffee machine made a ding. She poured a large glass of Java for her latest concubine and wandered over to the bed. Swinging her long legs over Madison, she straddled the track star and leaned in for a deep kiss.

In that moment, Aces bedroom door opened and in stepped her mother. ”Oh dear God!” She span on her heel and slammed the door behind her as Gwen burst into a fit of laughter. ”Sorry. I just wanted to fuck with her. Here’s your coffee” she handed the blonde the mug before climbing off of her and lying back down.

Madison was blushing again, though was keeping her composure. She was willing herself to. She was eighteen, a senior, had already been through two relationships and had slept with a couple of people of both sexes. She was still just inexperienced enough where a sudden makeout session will throw her completely off guard, but just experienced enough to be able to hide it.

”I’m quite impressed you managed that without spilling the coffee,” Madi mused, before taking the mug from Gwen and taking a sip. She realized now why it hadn’t spilled. It was in a state somewhere between a liquid and a syrup. It was absolutely perfect. Just as strong as she needed right now. With a content sigh, she looked back at the door. ”So, your mom’s not cool with you bringing back girls?” she asked inquiringly.

”It’s not so much bringing girls back. She couldn’t care less who I like, she just doesn’t want to know about it. She hates the lifestyle and has a very specific idea for the future. I like to rub it in her face clearly”

Gwen stretched out across the bed, her long bare limbs reaching out over the sheets. With a satisfied smile she flipped onto her stomach and lifted her feet in the air, placing her chin in her hands as she did so like an attentive child. ”What about you sexy? Mom and Dad know you like to take a ride on space mountain once in a while?”

”They both know, and they’re both secretly okay with it, though when I was going out with Lee, my dad revelled in the ‘scary girlfriend’s dad’ role, though I know him too well. I knew he was glad I had a boyfriend so he could don that character. He enjoyed it.” Madi looked around for her phone as she talked. ”As a matter of fact, I’m wondering if my mom brought us back here. It’s quite far to walk and I doubt either of us drove.”

For a second, Gwen was taken aback by the revelation that Madison once dated Lee. She quickly shook that off however and looked at realistically; they were next door neighbors, the same age and both beautiful it only made sense. ”Dating Lee McCarthy huh? Bet that was an experience” Reaching over to a bedside table, Aces pulled out two cell phones and handed one to Madi. ”Not a hundred percent how we got back. It probably wasn’t boring though. Speaking of boring, we have school very soon and you have no clothes, I’ve got some gear you can have, save you the walk of shame home”

Madison couldn’t help but chuckle at Gwen’s reaction to the news that she had once dated Lee, then grimaced as she immediately regretted the act of laughing. This hangover was a bitch. She gracefully took her phone and began to look through it as she talked. ”We both used to be different people a few years ago, me and Lee. We had a lot in common. We just...both grew up and grew apart. It happens.” After looking through her phone and discovering that she had called her mom last night, and that she must have given them both a lift back here, blushed again. ”Well, at least I won’t have to tell my mom about this. She already knows. She’s the one who got us here, no doubt. In that case, thank you for the offer but I’ll just call home and ask for a lift with a change of clothes. Now where’s my underwear?”

Madison began to search under the covers, on top of the covers, and around the floor, before finding her bra and panties in a scrunched up ball, kicked under the bed, and hastily put them on, then putting her party clothes (which were thankfully easier to locate) on over them.

”Fair enough” Aces jumped out of her bed and walked towards the wardrobe covered in music posters and opened it up. ”My outfits are probably a little too much for you anyway” She looked over her bare shoulder and watched as Madison got herself dressed again. ”Goddamn girl” She turned back to her wardrobe and scanned it for her outfit of the day; leather short shorts with a bullet belt, a low cut Gethin Rhys shirt (sans a bra) and a cut off flannel with her trusty boots. ”Why don’t you call your mom? I need to go pick up my car anyway before school. Plus we can fuck with my mom a little more”

Madi looked into Gwen’s wardrobe, and sure enough, everything in there was a little too extreme for Madison. She’d probably raise less eyebrows in her halter top and pants than with any of those outfits. As she speed-dialled her mom’s number, and put the phone to her ear, she noticed Gwen’s Gethin top. ”Hold on. You’re wearing an AWE shirt. I didn’t take you for a wrestling fan.”

”Oh yeah, he’s my uncle” She pointed to the shirt and smiled. ”Not much choice but to be a fan really. If you watch the Hall of Fame two years ago you can see little me in the crowd for about ten seconds! Your parents are both beast by the way” Packing her stuff, Gwen threw her bag over her shoulder and took Madi’s hand. ”Lets go”

The peroxide blonde led the sport superstar down the stairs to where her stood mouth agape. Trying her best to accept what was before her, Sam Morgan semi waved at her daughters “friend” ”So what did you girls do last night?” Aces short Madison a devious glance and moved her hand to her pert butt. ”Oh not much Mom, we drank, did a few drugs, fucked each other’s brains out. Usual high school stuff. Surprised you didn’t hear, we were VERY loud. Oh snap, Madi’s moms here. Gotta go”

Madison’s response to this was to avert her eyes with a small smile and feel extremely awkward. The awkward moment seemed to last forever until the doorbell rang. Outside the Morgan family home’s door was AWE superstar Sydney Ellis herself, Dawn Weaver, dressed in jeans and a green vest. Unlike her daughter, and Sydney Ellis, Dawn had dark hair.

”Sorry about that, I couldn’t resist. This was fun, Weaver. I say we definitely do it again sometime. Don’t worry, you can fuck who you want, I just had too much fun not to make sure there isn’t a second round” Before answering the door, Aces pulled Madison in for another kiss. Some of it was for her benefit but mostly it was to piss off her boiling mom.

Pulling away, she smiled and then opened the door to Madi’s mother. ”Hello again Mrs Weaver. It’s nice to to see you in the daylight”

Dawn’s response to this was to laugh out loud. ”Hello, Ms. Morgan. And hello, Madi. And hello, Mrs. Morgan. I’m Dawn Weaver, Madi’s mom.” The English woman smiled at Sam, whilst Madi meekishly nodded at Gwen’s words and retreated to the car. She was not going to flirt in front of her mom, precisely because she’d be okay with it.

”Pleasure” Sam scowled at her daughter who was essentially running off down the street to go pick up her car. She couldn’t figure out what she was doing wrong, why she acted out the way she did. She didn’t care if her daughter was gay but the disrespect made her blood run hot. ”I recognize your car, you’re the one that brought them back here last night. What was your thought process for that? Two drunk girls alone, what did you think would happen?”

”Oh, I apologize. They were both insistent of being brought back here, especially your daughter. I didn’t know she was trying to be disrespectful. If I had known your history, I’d have took them back to mine.” Dawn replied, rolling her eyes and sighing. “But teenagers will be teenagers. We were all young once. Anyway, I’ve gotta go, or Madi will be inexcusably late. Ta-ra!”

And with that, Dawn and Madi left the Morgan household, leaving Sam red with parental rage. As her cell started to ring on the kitchen table, her light green eyes narrowed and her fists clenched

”Oh don’t you start!”
A New Goal

Silverwick


Fay had been sitting quite close to the fire again when it had decided to double in size with a whoosh of heat. The Wrelmsman woman dragged herself backwards quickly, before watching the flame intently, hoping to discern the cause. When it started to speak, she noticed that she wasn't nearly as surprised as she should have been. Tonight had tempered her to the supernatural, though her rational brain was concerned that this kind of event could happened in the future and she would react as if it were commonplace. That was a sobering thought for a student of science.

She continued to listen in silence as the fire was asked who it was, and it answered. She learned that it was Aktorr Xurtas, the God of War. It was this being and others among it whom Fay knew was responsible for the forbidden knowledge that was now in Quoris' mind, to which Fay now also had access to. In an indirect way, she had a lot to be thankful to this god and its brethren for. She had so many questions, but the God's fiery displeasure at a fairly harmless inquiry from Adrianna suggested to Fay that these were best to wait.

The fire went on to explain its displeasure at the failures of the former Shadow Legion, and Fay could feel Quoris bristling inside her mind. Feelings of indignation bled into her own mind as if it was she who was being insulted, and the thought "Nothing that went wrong was my fault!" swam in Fay's head before discovering it was in the wrong mind, and fizzling out. Fay willed her spiritual guide to be silent, and continued to listen.

As she learned more and more of why she had been summoned here, and what was being asked of her now, Fay grew excited and terrified in equal measure. One the one hand, Fay had many private grievances with the world and its leaders. The disagreements. The wars. The disputes and scandals. It didn't have to be this way, if only people would sit down and think! And Fay was being told, nay, given permission to fight to make her dream would come true. On the other hand, Fay wasn't a warrior. She was just a surgeon. This ask was beyond her. It wasn't even merely a case of strength or power, as the fire had addressed the concerns of another Chosen. Could Fay commit crimes in the name of their goal? Could she...kill?

The next statement of the fire gave Fay some comfort. She could have an even more important purpose in this team than helping them fight besides patching them up after the battle; she could be the glue that holds them together. They were strong willed and may chase their own short-term agendas, but Fay had no short term agendas. Her life was now one of a Chosen, and she wanted no part of her old one. Her agenda could be to keep the peace, act as the heart of the group, and stop people from falling out.

However, she grew extremely worried when news was told of men searching for the Chosen, pursuing them, with the goal of capturing them or worse. And it was now when the God chose to leave them. That had taken the golden sheen off her imaginary future. Now she was scared, and anxious, and on edge. How was she supposed to rest like this? "Then again," intruded the alien thought, making room for itself in Fay's mind and burrowing in like a parasite, "I am very tired."

Before she knew it, Fay was yawning, and her eyes were trying to close themselves. Fay didn't even want to fight it. She was tired now, and if they were attacked, surely the noise and commotion would wake her up. The God advised them to rest, and rest she would, as she allowed her eyes to close, and fell asleep.


Eilidh forced herself through the gaggle of goblins and stood by Neil's side. The large, imposing, muscular warrior stared down at the goblins with intent to make them back off if they didn't of their own free will, and the latter would clearly be the less painful option. She was noticeably flushing, as she often did whenever sex with humans was brought up in any context. After all, she was a Monster Girl too. "You uncouth savages! Get back! The nerve of asking that from a total stranger, and a guest, no less!"

@PaulHaynek@Restalaan






Rebecca looked over to Lily, and shrugged. "I'm not sure what's going on either, but there's trouble." Rebecca then, without a hint of fear of consequence, made her way through the guards and into the fray, heading straight for Yang. She got close enough for them to hold a hushed conversation, speaking quickly so as they could have as long a conversation as possible before the guards reach them. "Yang, what exactly is happening here?."

@PaulHaynek@Eviledd1984@Restalaan


Kasuke Mina


"Sorry," Mina replied. "I was trained privately, first by my mother, then by independent instructors. I've never been to a dojo. However, it would be a good idea to learn how to fight properly. Brute strength doesn't mean a thing if you can't actually land a direct hit." Despite seeming cold earlier, Mina had warmed a little. She was by no means 'friendly' yet, but talking about something she actually had an interest in had relaxed her and melted some of the ice. However, when Fumika made her appearence, Mina looked between the two of them, then looked to Asuka with a raised eyebrow and the slight twitchings of a smirk.

"Maybe I should get going." she said aloud to the three, but directed at Asuka.

@Feyblue@Zeroth






Maeda Hitomi

Koizumi Seiko


Hitomi returned Tomoe's smile and wave, though internally she was less clear-headed and jobial than she seemed. She was mulling over her former rival's words, and the doubt that they had caused within her. Either way, she was keeping a close eye of Asahi and the rest of the Pro-Collective side during the karaoke competition.

Speaking of people who were putting on an enthusiastic front to hide their mental process, Seiko was actually quite nervous. He wasn't worried he wasn't going to be good enough. He knew he was good. What he didn't know was how good Tomoe was. She certainly looked very moe. Seiko wouldn't be able to out-moe her, so it would be best to go down the full diva route today. There was actually something at stake today too. Seiko knew the rest of his classmates had been planning this Komei Collective, and knew some of the details from snippets of gossip and conversation. Nothing was overly shocking and surprising to him, but Wireframe was a one-man show! Of course he'd need assistants and a backstage team when he made the big-time, but if they were the ones with the power? Seiko didn't want to be a face or a front for the guys running the show. Seiko was the show.

She turned to Tomoe when addressed and returned her bow with good grace. "Nice to meet you, Tomoe-chan!" Seiko replied in English, with an accent that was pretty good but just broken enough to be cute, before reverting to Japanese. "My name is Seiko, the Diva of class 1B, and Il'l be your opponent today! Please give me your best!"

@Lucius Cypher@liferusher






Mako Akane


Upon reaching Donny's room with Reina's support, Donny was returned to his 'bed' to rest from his over-exertion. Mako then turned to Reina. "Yare yare! Well, thanks for your help! Now, you can go back to Miss. Beaumont's room, or back to the academy, or if there's anyone else you'd like to visit, you could see them too. As for me, I have a meeting to keep. I'll likely see you back at Komei."

Mako then departed, but before she made her way downstairs, she peered into Donny's room to see that he was actually resting now. Content, she went to the stairwell and from there made her way to the meeting place, sitting down. She smiled, sighed, sat back and allowed herself a moment of peace, as well as a chance to think about the students. She didn't know much about the incident, but it was not her business to know much. What she had affirmed was that the students, even if not alright, were in stable conditions, well cared for and as healthy as they could be at present given the circumstances. There were also several heroes present, as well as 'Mr. Sparks'. She shook him from his mind, if she overthought his reappearance into her life too much she'd revert to a blushing, stuttering wreck by the time he arrived.

@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen@Heartfillia
I'll try and post soon








Rags had been so focused on the signs still to be read from this platform that she hadn't even looked over the edge to other platforms yet. When Kryss brought it to her attention that the boys were down somewhere that could be seen, and there was a large bird down there too, Rags first thought was not 'the boys might be in danger', it was 'that bird will be our next meal'. She didn't want the boys to hog all the meat for themselves. They both had to get down there fast.

"I head down now. Kill bird. Will tell boys wait for you." she whispered back, not entirely sure why they were whispering.

Before Kyrss could stop her, she rushed back to the arrow lodged into the ground on their platform, pulled it out, and held it in her teeth as she leapt over the edge and started to descend in her Tarzan-like style, yet even more reckless than before, freefalling entire stories before catching hold of a razor-thin outcrop of rock to slow her fall enough to be able to grab on to the next one, then repeating. Seriously, how tough where her fingers?

When she was about 3/4 of the way down, and the boys had probably heard or seen her at this point, she took the arrow from her teeth to her hand, and pushed off the cliff face, plummeting straight down towards the bird. She wasn't falling from a high as Kai fell, but his fall had been an accident. Rags had voluntarily leapt from such a height, arrow in hand, planning to stab the bird from above.



Maeda Hitomi


"Hey, wait!" Hitomi called out to Hibiki, but she was already gone. Her words were bringing about feelings of concern and worry in Hitomi, though nit full distrust, not yet. She had heard about a substantial portion of the 1B class acting like some kind of clique, but surely this Komei collective, and idea full pf promise and possibilities, wasn't just a scheme for that clique to take power...Hitomi didn't know how well she'd cope to getting used like that. She'd rarely been angry before, always trying to see things on the bright side, and letting metal give vent to her emotions in private. This was because, when she was a child, if she ever got angry...

Hitomi reached up to touch her rock-hard sheep horns, and sighed. It was no use regretting things you did when you were four years old, even if that thing was putting a bully in the hospital. That was probably when she vowed to be nice and help people; when she was sitting in that waiting room, the fellow four year old's parents, faces red from crying, looking at you as if you were the cruelest, nastiest monster to ever grace the planet.

Hitomi's phone went off. It was time for the next event, which was to take place in the 1B classroom; Karaoke. Hitomi had never heard Tomoe sing, but she imagined Tomoe would be a good singer. Hitomi was a rather poor singer. She would know, as she'd dreamed of singing metal a few years ago, and tried recording herself. The results...weren't good.

As Hitomi was already in the school building when she received the text, she actually reached the 1B classroom first, and entered. Her ears drooped when she saw, standing in the middle of the room, their opponents. They had shoulder length silver hair, bright blue eyes, and were wearing a green and white dress, a hairband, and a very sweet smile. Hitomi only knew of Seiko by reputation, as the 'Karaoke Queen' or 'The Idol of Class 1-B', or during exercises, as 'Wireframe'.

He was also a crossdresser.

@Lucius Cypher






Mako Akane


Mako raised her eyebrow at the cold reception from Roy, but before she had time to adress this, Dulga started to talk. Mako saved this information for later. Roy was upset with her about something? Was it the Villain Psychology class incident? Was it that she was a villain?She'd have to find out. In the meantime, she listened to Dulga, and grew increasingly concerned at her speech. When Dulga left, but while she was still in earshot, Mako cleared her throat and looked around. "Alternatively, you could all keep yourselves safe, let the professionals do the fighting, and finish your education. By then you'd actually be qualified to take villains on and wouldn't be recklessly and needlessly risking your lives. Also, proper Superheroes don't kill people. Ever. No exceptions. But that's your choice, if you'd rather become a vigilante, or a police officer."

She sighed, watching Donny try to leave. "Thank you, Reina. Are you able to use your quirk to help? I can understand if you can't but it would make things easier."

@pkken@Riegal@Lucius Cypher@Norschtalen
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"Oh," Eilidh replied sheepishly, her ears drooping down, "I knew that, of course..."

They perked back up a little when her second question was addressed. Cubbage's reply was vague, and smacked of the human notion of family legacy. In Centaur tradition, your parents could have been the most fearsome Centaurs to ever live, but you were still judged solely on your own merits. There were no expectations and no favoritism. It was highly taboo for a Centaur to stay in the same tribe as their parents once the hit maturity as this was seen as a sign that you weren't yet mature. Eilidh knew fully grown Centaurs who were still called 'children' simply for staying in contact with their parents via letters.

Still, they had their reward, and Eilidh wasn't leaping at the chance to stay involved in Samuel's affairs. She chuckled at Neil's question and gestured that he could take the bag. "It's more than I usually get, I'll say that much. And...we took the trip out here. It would be a shame to head back already, though no drinking. Centaurs get...hot-headed when they drink..." Eilidh stopped, blushed and looked away. "If Ditzy is visiting a Goblin tribe, I shall accompany him."

@PaulHaynek@Restalaan






After freeing Lily, Rebecca looked down the hole, ready to draw her sword, though she simply saw a twisted tangle of plants. She turned back to Lily. "Are you okay?" She asked the young Mothgirl, before looking around.

She carried out an investigation of the state of the church before returning to the entrance to talk to the bride to be. However, she had disappeared entirely. Rebecca tutted, and turned back into the church. Rebecca's patience of a saint was being tested to its very limits, and this was clear to Lily from a quick look at the Priestess' face.

"The old lady is nowhere to be found!" she exclaimed.

@PaulHaynek@Eviledd1984
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