Spoopy Scary

Academy 218: Why

Good.

My one singular sheet of which the quality does not at all match up with the time spent being written will be up tomorrow or some shit. Finals have been kicking my ass.

@UrbanEvolution

How nice of your school board to be tenderizing my quarry for me.

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I find the gender ratio in this rp amusing. We have fifteen girls and six boys. Generally in these rps, that ratio is the other way around.

@Maxx

Are you telling me that I alone possess a third of all male characters?

I could start a revolt.

Probably wouldn't work.

Their army has like 140% more womanpower.

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Andrea Pasternack

_@Scoundrel

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Her apparitions were always something like guardians. She's so far been able to do something such as having a conversation with them, but they were apparently a team. Asking certain questions seemed of her reach, at least for now, and such questions sometimes included interrogative questions. To some, there was no answer, only dead silence. They at least had the coordination cognition and complex decision making to choose whether or not they could speak or address questions. So even with all the time in world, she's been unable to find out if her apparitions actively scanned the brains and thoughts of all people, especially potential threats, in what she assumed was an effort to protect one of their own vulnerable kind - as how they perceived Andrea - or if they could passively receive their thoughts as though they were signal waves.

Regardless, they've been infinitely useful.

When Andrea had her back turned, several voices slithered into her mind, wispy and breathy. "RED MALE. ENCROACHING FLANK. AUDIO ANOMALY--"

Andrea whipped around to meet face to face with a red-headed boy around her age, scruffy looking and as though he didn't take much care in his appearance, but eager, to some degree. She knew some asshole intellectual elitists back in high-school with a similar value, but ironically, they didn't seem to understand the idea and purpose behind keeping neat and proper appearances, or the importance behind it and proper hygiene. She hoped this one wasn't like one of them.

"--AROUSED."

The expression on her face fell flat. She really hoped that this boy wasn't like one of them. She'd give him a chance, though.

"I'd say, the fun they're having down there shouldn't be missed by the likes of you." The stranger said in greeting. Andrea was slightly taken back by the abrupt formality in a sea of excited children and young adults. He continued,"then again, we all have our personal definitions of enjoyment. Some happen to find it in the seats of solitude, like me as an example."

'Oh my. He's definitely laying it on thick.'

In a way though, it was somewhat refreshing from the usual banter. She expected to meet interesting and unusual people on this excursion, and she had to say, she wasn't quite yet disappointed in the first ten minutes.

"Richard by the way," the boy introduced himself as with a curt nod. "Pardon my intrusion, hopefully I hadn't bothered your time with silence as I failed to notice that my businesses should be of my own."

He retreated into the warmth of the cabin, where he would await in comfort for whatever response Andrea had to give. Red flags were raising in her head. Did he walk himself into her own quarters?

"Nonsense, fine sir," Andrea said in a playfully teasing manner and similar tone, puffing up her chest, "for there art no other way to play in introduction with thine self!"

She dropped the silly behavior and squeezed behind Richard and the doorway and positioned herself between him and the rest of the room where her belongings had resided. She sighed and crossed her arms, shifting her weight on one foot, hip to the side.

"My only question is how your own business 'pertains' to my things." She commented critically. She shot her blue eyes at him, and while definitely displeased, did not come across as intentionally mean. She still wanted to give him a chance, despite the creepy factor. The apparitions didn't label him a predator. He didn't seem to want her stuff. At least not at the time. To be honest, it was her own fault for leaving the door open in the first place.

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Abraham Gene

_@Verminlord

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The moment Abe touched her hand, he felt a chill shoot up his arm. Damn, this girl was a walking fucking ice block. Why wouldn't she be indoors in weather like this if it gets to her so bad? He contemplated the idea of, at least for scoring extra points, of extending the favor of sharing his wool coat for the time being until they went indoors. But the risk involved? Maybe the likes of her couldn't measure the worth of possessions, but his outer coat, unlike the kinds of others he saw on board (like the gray one the blonde girl wore on the tier below him), was carefully knitted virgin wool and cashmere. It was fitted, and at least worth a fifteen hundred dollars. It was top tier stuff that'd help keep even the pickiest nancy warm in this chill weather.

Decisions, decisions...

"Chloe. My name that is, nice to meet you." The girl introduced herself. "Sorry, I get a little spaced out when i'm too cold, a side affect you know?" Chloe gave a nervous smile. That much she didn't need to explain to Abe. Girl reminded him of an old friend that froze himself for fucking fun or something. "So, do you know anyone else around here? I have to admit you're the first of the others I've spoken to."

"Can't say I do." Abraham admitted. Honestly, he wasn't even thinking about that at the moment. His mind was still stuck on the moral quandary presented to him. Worst comes to worst, he could always hunt her down. The school couldn't be that big. Boston and Chicago were bigger.

"Here." Abe said, finally resigning and taking his outer layer off. It still had the warmth of Abraham's body clinging to it. He hoped he wouldn't have to regret this. "You look cold, yeah? Go ahead, wear it for now. Just... be careful with it."

And who said chivalry was dead? Well, Abe did. Time and again. Not when it was convenient, though. Then he was all about it! What's more, it might even attract the admiration of onlookers. There was no downside!

Aside from risking the coat, of course.

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Damien seems like a fantastic character, but I can foresee Allen having some problems with it. He has:

1. Empathy
2. Empathic empowerment
3. Manipulation of emotion
4. The manifesting energy can have acid effects,
5. fire effects,
6. and lightning effects
7. Technopathy
8. He has a fucking cannon on his arm
9. He has a telescope in his eye

You're dipping your hands in three unrelated fields of powers, it seems. The technopathy and cybernetics would be fine on its own (you might have to change the history a little, and, of course, the arm-cannon). Damien just seems like an overloaded anime with all of these powers.

But I do want to see you play this character. If you need any help, don't be afraid to ask.

Academy 218: Why

Abraham Gene

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"The academy huh, what do you think it will be like?"

Abraham's ears perked at the sudden noise from behind him, the sound of a fairly young girl, perhaps in her late teens. Abe chalked it up as someone talking to somebody else - people did not often come to him first as a stranger, Abe had an intimidation factor going for him. Normally he'd be more aware, but he's been too concerned with what he was going to do here that he hardly noticed. Despite his initial presumption, curiosity got the best of him and he turned his head to look at the girl behind him from the corner of his eye. She stood there looking over him, a particular twinkle in her eye, seeking somebody out - anybody out - for a nice chat.

'Well, I'll be.'

Not the prettiest of faces, but Abraham gave her guest a warm customary smile out the corner of his mouth. 'I'll take what I can get.'

"Hello ma'am." Abe chirped with his Boston accent leaking through. "Let's see... probably a dump! You know? Food too expensive for what it's worth, dorm neighbors havin' sex next door, the receptionist isn't French, chandeliers with only a hundred crystals instead of three."

For what it's worth, that might have been a low-key worry, but Abe played it like a well-meaning joke. He pulled himself to his feet using the railing, bringing him to his full height... a solid foot taller than Chloe. With the number of layers on his body, it was difficult to see his build, but not so difficult to see why he didn't seem as bothered by the cold as many of the other ill-dressed passengers. A black pea-coat over a leather jacket over a yellow and black flannel - and it was safe to assume that there had to have been an undershirt. He noticed a couple further along the third deck, a young guy, and a girl perhaps not much younger than Abe was - a real beaut - but he was talking to this girl right now. Maybe later...

"You seem yourself like a sweetheart, though." Abe commented. His smiled widened to a grin, showing the world a set of white, hygienic teeth. "Maybe it won't turn out too bad."

He held out his hand to Chloe, noticeably much larger than her own. He could probably crush them if he so wished, but so far, he made every effort to be as sweet as possible. Perhaps most noticeably, however, was the fact that he wasn't wearing any gloves in this kind of weather.

"My name's Abraham. Call me Abe or whatever, it don't matter."

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Oh fuck you skeleton-dick.

@Maxx

Academy 218: Why

Let's keep the ball rolling. You never know when Maxx might AFK for 10 years again.