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Project Olympia

Orion rather liked the thought of the mini-game, but he didn't let the orange-haired Irishman know that. Sitting back in his chair and mentally going over the things that have been said; mostly about the professor, the black-haired young man nodded and shrugged, all at the same time. Because he could do that. "I have a bunch of no-name teachers. It should be smooth sailing from here." His voice was as calm as ever, even as he ignored Vee's warnings and took out around twenty marbles. Rolling them onto the table, Orion tilted his head slightly, narrowing his crystal blue eyes. His voice was rather distracted as he talked. "Just slap him with an elongated boob. That'll show him." He flicked his finger, and smirked as five of the marbles suddenly blasted towards Felyse, only a little slower than a bullet. Orion leaned back and rose one finger, and five more marbles circulated the digit. With only a push of the mind, one more blasted forward, a bit faster than the other five. He trusted the other man's agility and reflexes, however. If he got hit? Well...that was on him. It's what he would've deserved for interrupting Orion's sleeping time...every....fucking...night at the lab. Orion's face broke out into a rather large, evil grin that only happened when he was thinking evil thoughts.

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Orion had been completely silent the entire time, content to just listen and nurse his own cup of tea. The warmth from the mug almost brought a smile out of the college student, but with surprisingly a large amount of self-control, he barely managed to not smile for 'no reason', opting instead to bring his cup up and take a nice, long, and quiet sip of the hot, amber liquid. As the conversation began to be sent into the direction of the missing professor, Orion finally glanced up, his sapphire blue eyes rather lazy and half-lidded. "No idea. I wasn't at the lab last night, so...maybe he got a date?" It was a random guess, but the professor was a lonely little man, so who knew? Maybe he did get a date, and had spent the night at his date's house. It wouldn't surprise him, honestly. Some girls liked the nervous, old, and geeky type. Or not... "Maybe not. Anyone have his phone-number?" Orion finally flicked a wrist, and all of the marbles formed a sort of marching line, falling into his left hand, where he quickly pocketed the objects.

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

Axel rose an eyebrow at the long chain of unfortunate events, his sapphire blue eyes glinting in slight concern for the first waitress. Pushing it through the back of his mind, the fighter glanced up at the new waitress and nodded his consent. "No worries. I'm fine for now. Thanks." He accepted the mint tea, wrapping his bandaged hands around the hot mug and taking a slow, favorable sip. He loved tea, and despite being seen as a cocky, skilled fighter in the underground, Axel often wondered what would have happened if he, instead, created a tea shop instead of a Fight Club. "Is that lady alright?" His voice was curious, and slightly concerned, and Axel glanced back down towards the staff-only door.

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

Smart. I really need some bacon right now.

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

Oh gee, he's cuddling that plushy hard. He should totes come to the tea shop, cause tea shops are epic.

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

Axel Striphe Axel sat in a nearby tea-shop, a bandaged, slightly bloody fist resting against his cheek as he over-looked the menu. "Excuse me, mam." He called out, his deep voice nearly making the waitress in front of him jump. No one had noticed him enter. "Er, yes, sir?" She smiled at the rather handsome, long-haired man, only for her eyes to widen at his apparel. Axel had been at the Pitt since yesterday, and other than a quick-shower, he didn't really have time to pick out the best clothing for a preppy tea shop. They smelled good, but they were more fit for training. Torn jeans, boots, and a sleeveless black under-armor shirt that hugged his form. White, slightly bloody bandages wrapped around his knuckles, and down to his forearms, and he had a band-aid underneath his left eye. {Practically his picture} "A mint tea?" He questioned lightly, a slightly rougeish smirk forming on the corner of his lips. The lady blushed when she realized that she was smirking, and quickly dashed towards thef back, calling over her shoulder, "Y-yes, sir!" Axel was rather amused, but he merely looked back down at the menu, with a sigh. They didn't have any bacon. Great.

To Travel Back In Time... Is To Save The World

Name: Achilles Lancelot Gender: Male Age: 22 Birthday: December the 1st Gemstone: Onyx Personality: Achilles is determined, strong-willed, and focused. Usually, he's calm, although he is known for snapping in anger when annoyed enough. He can be seen as rather cold and stone-hearted, emotional-wise, but that's just because he doesn't show much mushy caring or love. He steps in if he sees someone blatantly being jumped or bullied, or worse, and he usually helps out some things when he goes back far in time. His time in the Roman Gladitorial coliseum has basically created him, as he has been going there time and time again, competing in the battles, as he finds it to be a fascinating, interesting time of the world. 264 BC. History: Achilles' history isn't all that grand. He was born to a historian of a mother, and she was interested in the Roman times, and this interest fell to him. He was reading a text-book on the Roman Gladiators, when suddenly, he was gone in an instant. He had time-traveled back into the BC times. There, he was found by a wandering group of escaped gladiators, and was taken in. They taught him things, but he accidentally traveled back to the modern world when he tripped and nearly impaled himself on a spear. Since then, he has periodically traveled back to 264 BC, getting more skilled with every trip, until he began participating in the coliseum at the age of 14. Gift: Achilles possesses an over-all enhanced body. He is faster, has more stamina, is stronger, can take more hits, and has better reflexes than others, which makes him shine in battle scenarios; which is probably why he always goes to 264 BC.

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Orion paused from where he had been standing by the door, hands resting in his pockets. "...Yeah, alright Gilroy." He stated in a deadbeat voice, mentally wondering what possessed the other man to make such a potentially disastrous entrance. With a shrug, Orion began heading towards the others, passing by the table and the orange-haired man, and sitting in a seat near Penelope. He was mentally hoping the 'meeting' could start soon, as there was a few things that he wanted to bring up. Well, more like one thing, but, eh, either way it goes, it was kind of important. As he waited, Orion propped his head up on a fist, while his other hand - his left one - rested on the table. at least fifty black marbles rose from out of his pocket, rotating through the air, before each of them lined up on the table, in a completely symmetrical line. Orion nudged one, and it suddenly blasted forward like a bullet, zooming past Gilroy's head and nimbly lodging itself into the keyhole of the shop's door. It then blasted out of the hole and back into the line of marbles. Orion smirked, and all fifty marbles rose into the air, a few inches above the table, forming into a large middle finger, before they were shifted and formed a crow taking flight. He often did this when he was alone- it helped him better his reflexes and agility with his telekinesis, and it was a nice way to pass time.

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His powers were interesting. He noted this as he skated down the street, passing by Farview Hall - his previous place of rest. After the little...'power fiasco', Orion had decided to move into the lab, for quite a few reasons. For one, he could practice his powers, in peace, there without anyone bothering him or pissing themselves. Secondly, the professor didn't bother him, and he didn't bother the professor. It was a nice deal. Thirdly, there was quite a few rooms in the labs, one room in particular being rather interesting; it was an exercise room, and after he dusted it out, it turned out to be rather useful and efficient. He could stretch his telekinetic powers there as well as train his physical form. Good in every way. However, he had spent the previous night at a...'friend that was also a girl's' place deeper into the campus, which is why he had to haul all of his ass down to the Cafe to meet with the others. As he skidded along the street on his black and white skateboard, sparks flying as the young man expertly hit an olly over a rolling trashcan, Orion quickly spared a glance around. No one was around. Great. A smirk twitched onto his face, and with a mental twitch, Orion was literally flying through the air, a grin on his face as he did a nimble backflip through the air, his skateboard staying perfectly in-line with his feet. He landed lightly back on the board, his telekinesis keeping the skatting instrument flying through the air as he quickly made it to the entrance of the cafe. Before anyone could notice, Orion landed on the ground, behind some bushes, with a minor crash that broke his board in half. "Eh, whatever." He whispered, still under the adrenaline rush from his minor power-flight. Taming his long, spiky, and rather feathery hair, Orion dusted dirt off of his jeans and converse before quietly going around to the front of the cafe, and opening the door. The bell alerted others of his entrance, and Orion ducked into the small shop, crystal blue eyes gazing around calmly. The young man wore his usual college clothing; slim jeans, black and white Chuck Taylor sneakers, and an untucked white dress-shirt with a black, unbuttoned blazer over it. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing the black tattoo of a crow stretching along his right forearm. "Hey." Orion greeted, mostly out of necessity, the door closing behind him, almost subconsciously. It was a training technique him and the scientist professor man worked out a few days ago. If he affected things telekinetically, without even thinking or consciously doing it, his powers would grow stronger. Like a muscle.