I think I hit a bit of a block. there's not much for me to post except saying 'people wrote notes', which isn't too interesting x-x;;
//plusIcan'tpostuntilanyofy'alldoahaha;w;
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@Xandrya@Crossfire@PlatinumSkink
… What.
The gunfire stopped, and Maxi risked poking his head up to see what was going on. The crewmate he didn’t even meet properly (Amy, was it? Grayson had called her that when they found her) seemed to recognize the leader of the team trying to blow their innards out, and he looked shocked learning the connection. Father, huh. What a small universe. He didn’t dare get up yet, seeing there were still guns on the opposing side and plenty of reason for said side to start shooting. He tensed a little when Amy was smacked back, and his eyes narrowed a bit from behind his glasses. What a great father, having the first instinct to go to violence instead of try to ask his child what the hell was going on. Of course, he knew better than to voice his complaint when guns were aimed at him, but the thought was still there.
Grayson whipping his weapon back to attention led Maxi to hold his bot in front of his head again, staying on the ground in case Graysons threat caused another round to be shot. Lucky for him, the shots never came. Sure, the weapons were trained on them now, but mostly Grayson. The one doing the active threatening. There was a tense few moments of discussion on whether or not there should be a cease fire, and, much to his relief, the opposing commander was willing to hear them out. Smacking his child and then agreeing to talk things over with a bunch of criminals. Not the best combination, but he was glad that there wasn’t any game of “blow up the medic” going on. He sat up so that he was cross legged on the ground, his bot positioned on his lap. Just in case they did try firing on them again and he had to hit the deck before getting blasted. He’d let Grayson and Amy deal with talking; he wasn’t the best negotiator when people were shoving guns in his face.
… What.
The gunfire stopped, and Maxi risked poking his head up to see what was going on. The crewmate he didn’t even meet properly (Amy, was it? Grayson had called her that when they found her) seemed to recognize the leader of the team trying to blow their innards out, and he looked shocked learning the connection. Father, huh. What a small universe. He didn’t dare get up yet, seeing there were still guns on the opposing side and plenty of reason for said side to start shooting. He tensed a little when Amy was smacked back, and his eyes narrowed a bit from behind his glasses. What a great father, having the first instinct to go to violence instead of try to ask his child what the hell was going on. Of course, he knew better than to voice his complaint when guns were aimed at him, but the thought was still there.
Grayson whipping his weapon back to attention led Maxi to hold his bot in front of his head again, staying on the ground in case Graysons threat caused another round to be shot. Lucky for him, the shots never came. Sure, the weapons were trained on them now, but mostly Grayson. The one doing the active threatening. There was a tense few moments of discussion on whether or not there should be a cease fire, and, much to his relief, the opposing commander was willing to hear them out. Smacking his child and then agreeing to talk things over with a bunch of criminals. Not the best combination, but he was glad that there wasn’t any game of “blow up the medic” going on. He sat up so that he was cross legged on the ground, his bot positioned on his lap. Just in case they did try firing on them again and he had to hit the deck before getting blasted. He’d let Grayson and Amy deal with talking; he wasn’t the best negotiator when people were shoving guns in his face.
Oh! She’d forgotten to go up and say hello to the teacher. She was so absorbed in just taking notes and getting what she could that she hadn’t even went up to say hi. A mistake she didn’t plan to repeat for later classes. When the teacher said good morning it grabbed her attention, and she took the invitation to go over to the teacher's desk and grab the package of missed work. “Um, thank you, I’ll just… take notes for this class and go over this stuff tonight.” She offered the teacher a smile before going back to her seat as the lesson started. It didn’t look like she’d be able to participate due to her lack of catching up, but she could take notes and play catch up over the next few days. She tucked the package of notes she was given into the front of her binder, and turned back to her notes.
“Who remembers the original location of the White House, and how it was used before the big move to DC?". Bonny only knew that the white house had to do with the government, and nothing about its history. Regardless, no harm in taking a note and then re reading it in context. She scribbled down “White house before DC move” as a sub heading to her notepage. Luckily, someone on the other side of the class seemed to have the answer. “The White house was originally in Philadelphia, and it was used as one of George Washington's three homes”. Bonnys attention went from the speaker to the teacher, waiting to see if it was the right answer.
“Who remembers the original location of the White House, and how it was used before the big move to DC?". Bonny only knew that the white house had to do with the government, and nothing about its history. Regardless, no harm in taking a note and then re reading it in context. She scribbled down “White house before DC move” as a sub heading to her notepage. Luckily, someone on the other side of the class seemed to have the answer. “The White house was originally in Philadelphia, and it was used as one of George Washington's three homes”. Bonnys attention went from the speaker to the teacher, waiting to see if it was the right answer.
@pyroman Alrighty! I have to do my research on American History now, haha - both Bonny and I get to learn new stuff XD
@Crossfire@Xandrya@PlatinumSkink
Maxi tailed behind Grayson and the gang, his power shooting probabilities through his mind. What was safe, what wasn’t, and so on. After a while of it it was giving him a little bit of a headache, but it was nothing he couldn’t manage. He stopped when Grayson turned the corner to find Amy - something about this choice rose his fatality chance up. Was the girl a decoy? Was there a bomb? He was hesitant to enter the hallway after his senses told him something about making that choice was less safe than another choice, but going against a command for seemingly no reason would be suspicious. He followed into the hall only after a second of hesitation, unfortunately watching his chance of dying rise.
He inspected the hall as Grayson spoke with the injured crewmember, trying to see what about this choice was dangerous. A clear hall, didn’t look like there were any traps, and it didn’t look like the girl was a threat. He passively checked his helmet and chestplate, making sure they were fine and in working condition. “Yeah, I can check you over. Anything hurt?” he asked, though he seemed a little distracted trying to figure out what would, or could, happen in this hall. It was a relief to hear from Grayson that they were moving on from the hallway, but that relief was very short sighted. Footsteps. Not friendly footsteps, from behind them. Maxi was slightly relieved to learn the source of the danger in the hallway, and also terrified to be facing it.
A shout and command to open fire came from behind, and Maxi knew there wasn’t anywhere to hide in the hall. Not much he could do in a shootout of this caliber, either. With that in mind he got to the ground, holding his medical cube in front of his head in hopes that if a shot came his way his bot would take it for him. He felt a blast graze the air above him, and he tensed up in fear. His more armored areas could survive a blast or two, but a hit overall would end up horrible either way. Oh boy oh boy PLEASE luck favor him!
Maxi tailed behind Grayson and the gang, his power shooting probabilities through his mind. What was safe, what wasn’t, and so on. After a while of it it was giving him a little bit of a headache, but it was nothing he couldn’t manage. He stopped when Grayson turned the corner to find Amy - something about this choice rose his fatality chance up. Was the girl a decoy? Was there a bomb? He was hesitant to enter the hallway after his senses told him something about making that choice was less safe than another choice, but going against a command for seemingly no reason would be suspicious. He followed into the hall only after a second of hesitation, unfortunately watching his chance of dying rise.
He inspected the hall as Grayson spoke with the injured crewmember, trying to see what about this choice was dangerous. A clear hall, didn’t look like there were any traps, and it didn’t look like the girl was a threat. He passively checked his helmet and chestplate, making sure they were fine and in working condition. “Yeah, I can check you over. Anything hurt?” he asked, though he seemed a little distracted trying to figure out what would, or could, happen in this hall. It was a relief to hear from Grayson that they were moving on from the hallway, but that relief was very short sighted. Footsteps. Not friendly footsteps, from behind them. Maxi was slightly relieved to learn the source of the danger in the hallway, and also terrified to be facing it.
A shout and command to open fire came from behind, and Maxi knew there wasn’t anywhere to hide in the hall. Not much he could do in a shootout of this caliber, either. With that in mind he got to the ground, holding his medical cube in front of his head in hopes that if a shot came his way his bot would take it for him. He felt a blast graze the air above him, and he tensed up in fear. His more armored areas could survive a blast or two, but a hit overall would end up horrible either way. Oh boy oh boy PLEASE luck favor him!
eyy @pyroman - I'm not sure if anyone else plans to come to History, so should I control the general class' responses/answers to teacher questions? ;w;
Bonny, in her time before heading to class, ate breakfast, found the rooms her classes were in, and, when finding she still had a good bit of time left, headed back to her room. She did kind of leave it as a massive mess, after all. May as well tidy it up in her free time. She spent the next while putting plush toys back where they belonged, tidying up and unloading her clothes and supplies, and brushing her teeth from breakfast. Just prepping for the long day ahead of her. She had also realized, at some point, her grandmother was smart enough to sneak some simple school supplies into her luggage. When, she had no idea, but there was a bag for carrying books, some lined paper, a pencil, eraser, and four small binders. Her grandmother must have assumed they had a four class system and not six, like back home. Oh well. She’d stick two subjects to a binder, no biggie. She checked the clock just as she finished putting her supplies together in the bag, and her eyes widened in shock. Two minutes to the first bell.
She slung her bag over her shoulder, grabbed her fox and was out of her room in a heartbeat. She’d still make it if she hurried, she knew where the class was. She made her way down familiar halls, sped up a little in panic when the first bell went off, and barely made it to her first (er, second, technically) class of the day. History. It was a little nerve wracking, being a new kid in a new school in a new country, and she hesitated at the door for a moment. She squeezed her plush a little tighter, took a few deep breaths to steady herself, and went into the classroom.
None of the faces were familiar to her, and it looked as if a good chunk of the class had already settled into the room. She took an open seat near the door, opened her binder and grabbed some lined paper. Her plush rested on her lap. She’d keep up with whatever was taught that day, and ask for extra help in catching up after class. She looked at some of the people around her before turning her attention back to the paper in front of her. Alright, let’s do this.
She slung her bag over her shoulder, grabbed her fox and was out of her room in a heartbeat. She’d still make it if she hurried, she knew where the class was. She made her way down familiar halls, sped up a little in panic when the first bell went off, and barely made it to her first (er, second, technically) class of the day. History. It was a little nerve wracking, being a new kid in a new school in a new country, and she hesitated at the door for a moment. She squeezed her plush a little tighter, took a few deep breaths to steady herself, and went into the classroom.
None of the faces were familiar to her, and it looked as if a good chunk of the class had already settled into the room. She took an open seat near the door, opened her binder and grabbed some lined paper. Her plush rested on her lap. She’d keep up with whatever was taught that day, and ask for extra help in catching up after class. She looked at some of the people around her before turning her attention back to the paper in front of her. Alright, let’s do this.
Their new recruit seemed pretty cooperative, leading Maxi to be more or less indifferent to the conversation going on between him and Grayson and Stryker. Maxi himself didn’t stick out as a threat at all, so the odds of being addressed or harassed were minimal. He stayed quiet as Stryker gave the plans to their new friend (word used loosely), and Maxi just gave the dude a big smile when he commented on how nuts this whole thing was. “Yep, we’re blowin’ this place up. Well, technically, you’re in that department. Good luck, dude”. The fresh blood- er, new recruit didn’t exactly look totally chill at the idea, but that really wasn’t his problem. He gave the newbie a wave goodbye before turning his attention back to his group.
“Yep yep, Grayson, ready to go” he responded, giving a thumbs up with his free hand. He looked rather calm, though inside he was a little scared for what lay ahead. He was in capable hands, but juuuust for safety's sake he close to use his abilities to … ah, measure the odds. He closed his eyes for a second as his mind sensed the world and ran through possibilities and choices, of staying with the group of splitting up, to measure what chance of death he had. Just from what he could tell with his powers then, staying with the group meant a very, very low chance of death. Nice. Though, to assure those odds, Maxi would have to keep his powers active to tell what actions in the future would alter his chance of death. Got too keep those odds low, after all. His self check had him calm down from his prior worries; there was a pretty high chance he’d be not dead for the time being.
“Yep yep, Grayson, ready to go” he responded, giving a thumbs up with his free hand. He looked rather calm, though inside he was a little scared for what lay ahead. He was in capable hands, but juuuust for safety's sake he close to use his abilities to … ah, measure the odds. He closed his eyes for a second as his mind sensed the world and ran through possibilities and choices, of staying with the group of splitting up, to measure what chance of death he had. Just from what he could tell with his powers then, staying with the group meant a very, very low chance of death. Nice. Though, to assure those odds, Maxi would have to keep his powers active to tell what actions in the future would alter his chance of death. Got too keep those odds low, after all. His self check had him calm down from his prior worries; there was a pretty high chance he’d be not dead for the time being.
Ack! I'll get a post up soon, I swear ;_;! I'm not too sure if Maxi should be using his powers or not, though, so being on the fence on the matter has tripped me up ;-;
EDIT- Got a post up. It isn't the best and it's kind of late over here ;n;''
EDIT- Got a post up. It isn't the best and it's kind of late over here ;n;''
@pyroman Alright; my post kinda trailed off a bit, since Im not too sure what should happen next. I also gave her a schedule, and if there's anything wrong with it please let me know. ;u;''
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