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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Team Swap Ceremony - P.R.C.U. Campus
First Class #2.69 Touch Too Much
Interaction(s): Team Blackjack
Previously: No More Solitude

Katja realized that she might have come off a little bit too strong at the end. What was meant to be an invitation for dialogue at a later date might have come off to some as a threat. But she thought most would see it the way she intended it to be, considering she had just reached out with an olive branch to the people who were preparing to leave Blackjack for whatever reason. She figured that the offer of a clean slate would at least calm down the mood of everyone, giving people the chance to rethink or affirm their choice without any bad blood between them.

As it turned out, this was incredibly naive.

Iñigo made his objections heard, and the more he spoke the more frustrated Katja became. She hadn’t tried to shame any of them for instance and she had no idea how he got to that. The frustration turned into anger when Iñigo turned his attention towards Haleigh. She had just tried to apologize to all of them for her zealousness earlier in the day, and here Iñigo threw it back into her face. Not only that, he ended his preaching with an unmistakable threat.

And almost immediately after that the second whistle sounded and all efforts of repairing the broken bond were rendered in vain. Instead, it seems that more bridges were burned because of it.

Katja could barely control her anger at this point. Had she not stepped back in line earlier she’d likely have gone for his throat to make sure he’d never be able to speak like that to Haleigh, or anyone else for that matter, ever again. But as she got ready to storm at Iñigo someone else cut in front of her.

Out of all the people there it was Calliope who first stepped up for Blackjack. Her intervention came as a shock to Katja, who hadn’t expected Calliope to really care for them. Though in hindsight she figured that the signs had been there for a while. She realized that she’d have to adjust her earlier preconceptions about Calliope, preconceptions which Katja still had because of Calliope’s father.

Haleigh quickly followed up on it, giving Iñigo a piece of her mind as well. Both these girls’ interjections had the added effect of calming Katja down. There wasn’t any need for her to say anything that hadn’t already been said. The only thing she did was look Iñigo up and down for a final time before scoffing at the notion that he’d be able to make his threat a reality towards any of Blackjack.

Katja let her gaze linger on Trace for a moment, as while the pain of seeing them leave had been overwhelmed by the rage towards Iñigo, it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt at all. She bit her lip to prevent her from getting too emotional before looking away to the new Blackjack inductees. Rory seemed to be on the case of welcoming them and everyone looked to be more preoccupied with getting to their new Houses than to really make any small talk.

The Houses! With all of the commotion happening around the teamswap Katja had completely forgotten about the Houses! Opening her envelope she quickly read through all of the invitations. She honestly hadn’t thought of which House she’d wanted to join, but as she read through her options it was one invite in particular that caught her eyes.

Greetings and Salutations Katja,

We are pleased to announce that after review, we have found you to possess great gentleness, a trait that we truly hold dear and revere in House Alces.

We hope that you'll make ours your House of choice upon receiving your offers.

Sincerely,
Anthony Strum



“Gentleness.”

It made her pause for a moment as she kept re-reading that word for what must have been ten times. Katja had never considered herself gentle, most others hadn’t as their first impression either, and she couldn’t blame them. But here was one of the house leaders who did.

Looking up at the different Houses, it seemed like Alces was one of the less popular ones. From what she remembered it was them that had the least House Laurels, i.e. none, and they seemed to be considered as one of the passive Houses around. Not really a house where you’d go if you want to compete in a bunch of things. The corner of Katja’s lip curled into a smirk. That is of course, unless you see that as part of the challenge.

Approaching the House representative of House Alces with that smirk still plastered on her face, Katja extended her invitation to him. ”Katja Kruger reporting for duty! So euhm, you need me to bend through my knees or do you want me to put the cloak on myself” she said with a playful wink.

In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Team Swap Ceremony - P.R.C.U. Campus
First Class #2.51 No More Solitude
Interaction(s): Team Blackjack
Previously: Flight From Formation

The despair Katja felt only grew as Makenna and Iñigo stepped forward as well. Both had been amongst the moderate voices in the team, urging restraint instead of a blind pursuit for vengeance. Now all that was left of that faction was Rory and perhaps Trevor. And herself. The darkness that seemed to envelope her mind grew thicker every second.

Suddenly, a ray of light emerged from the unlikeliest of places. The newcomer, Suzanne Poots as Jim introduced her, walked up to Trace. She spoke in favor of Blackjack, offering a lifeline for them to at least bring Trace back into the fold. Katja felt ashamed that it was an outsider who displayed the courage to say something while Blackjack, who should have been fighting for their teammates to stay, remained quiet. While she remained quiet.

But the act of the good samaritan was about to be smothered before it could produce any results. Makenna replied to the transferee with her usual snark, shooting the plan for recovery down for herself. But that wasn’t as bad as what followed when Iñigo replied. His was a much more aggressive reply, telling this Suzanne to stay out of others business and basically cutting the lifeline between Blackjack and its wayward members.

Katja balled her fists and straightened her back. Her eyes were still mostly covered by her hair but if anyone caught a glimpse of her bright blue eyes they’d see that they were no longer filled with sadness and despair. They were filled with rage.

She wanted to step forward and give Iñigo an earful, for starters. But before she could do that another development took place.

Haleigh stepped forward.

It took a second for the significance of the moment to register to Katja.

Haleigh stepped forward.

Katja looked on in surprise, almost shock, as she recalled Haleigh’s story at the campfire. How she had been dealing with trauma after her powers had nearly killed her and how she had been wheelchair bound ever since. The fact that she was walking here and now showed how sincere she was with whatever she planned on doing. A wave of relief washed over Katja when it turned out that Haleigh did this to apologize to anyone she might have driven away with her harsh words earlier in the day.

Perhaps, Katja thought, this is still salvageable. Perhaps Blackjack would save some of their members. Perhaps she would get them back.

That thought, that illusion, was broken when Rory stepped forward. Rory, the lovable teamplayer. With his little playbook noting down facts about his team. Who’s cheeks flushed red at her suggestion that they’d train together. Rory, the one who seemed almost as distraught at the thought of the team breaking up as Katja was.

That Rory now stepped forward and dashed her hopes right in front of her. While there might have been some truth in what he said, Katja would not accept it. Her mindspace would not allow it. The rage that had subsided with Haleigh’s shocking act flooded back. But this time she would not stick to the sidelines.

”Enough of this.” Katja practically growled as she took a step towards the group. Though it was more of a stomp, as her anger had made her lose control over her abilities, with each step causing a light tremor around her and leaving deep imprints in the field. Normally she’d try to mask it as quickly as possible, try to regain her composure and control.

But not today.

Brushing her hair aside as she got close to the group, the expression on Katja’s face was obvious for all to see. There was no calming smile, no awkward smirk. The only way to describe her expression was pure, unadulterated rage.

“You don’t get to make that decision, broer.” Katja hissed through clenched teeth at Rory. ”You don’t get to decide whether their choices are final or not. Perhaps Haleigh’s apology made them reconsider. We’ve already said goodbye to one member of Blackjack today, I’ll be damned if I’m not fighting to keep it to just that one.”

Katja let her gaze fall on the wayward Blackjacks, her expression softening as she looked at Trace. Taking a deep breath, she addressed them next. ”No matter what might be said here, or what might have been said earlier today, I will welcome any of you back with open arms. No question of loyalties, no hard feelings. If anyone gives you a hard time just come to me and I’ll have your back.” The more she spoke, the more mellow her expression became. She suppressed her powers again and even smirked a little before continuing. ”We’re all brothers and sisters after all, and what kind of big sis would I be if I didn’t stand up for you?” She looked at Haleigh and Rory, putting a hand on both of their shoulders. ”That obviously applies to you as well.”

Tapping them both on the shoulder, Katja stepped back into the Blackjack line. Folding her arms, she looked to her teammates to the left and right. “And if anyone has any problem with that, you can take it up with me. After we’ve finished this whole farce of a team swap.”

In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Team Swap Ceremony - P.R.C.U. Campus
The Homecoming Trials #2.25 Flight From Formation
Interaction(s): Team Blackjack
Previously: Dusk Hour

Katja couldn’t tell whether it was the cold coastal wind or Team Blackjack’s topic of conversation that brought a chill to her spine. Honestly, it didn’t matter which as it wouldn’t change a thing. Sticking to the sidelines, a few feet removed from the rest of the group, she listened in on the increasingly more heated debate. Luce had joined in, the girl who previously had been so quiet had surprisingly taken on the role of the biggest firebrand in favor of revenge for Cass. Iñigo and Makenna joined the debate on the opposite end, trying to urge against rash actions just like Rory and Trace had proposed.

Barbs were exchanged, accusations of cowardice, stupidity and arrogance flying back and forth. It didn’t take long after that for the group to break off in different directions, some looking for apparent forgiveness from Banjo while others clearly wanted to be left alone to contemplate what steps to take next. It hurt Katja to see her team fight like this. The world was already hostile enough to the children of the Hype-Gene, squabbling amongst themselves would only make things worse. She wanted to interject several times, but any time she opened her mouth no sound would follow. Instead she practically hid away from the confrontation. Something you’ve been very good at since a young age, right Kruger?

Katja shook her head, trying to get the negative thoughts out of her head. Not now, not fucking now. Of all the times to have an argument with yourself, now was possibly one of the worst. She felt like she had to do something to prevent Blackjack from falling apart. Even though she’d only known them for about two weeks, she still felt a bond to all of them. Almost like a family. She supposed one of them dying would forge that kind of bond. Recalling the incident at the gym the day before, she definitely knew that the thought of Cass kept her in Blackjack. Katja knew that he’d haunt her forever if she failed the team, if she failed him.

That settled it. She’d do her very best in keeping the team together. At least so they’d stop going after each other’s throats. Her personal feelings about Hyperion’s cause didn’t have to conflict with her wanting to see her fellow team members, her brothers and sisters, be well and thrive. This was going to be her priority for now. At the very least this cause might be a welcome distraction from all the shit that happened in the last week.

She decided to go after Trace first, the person whose feelings on the matter seemed to align the most with Katja’s own. They were also the only one whom Katja truly considered to be a friend. For the first time since that fateful night Katja recalled her talk with Trace in their tent. For the first time since the incident, the pleasant memory brought a smile to her face. Not just a friend, she thought, Trace was more than that to her.

Making her way to the fountain, she planned to help calm Trace down and assure them that they didn’t stand alone in the team, that she had their back. And together they’d be able to stop Blackjack from doing anything rash that’d get them in trouble, or worse. But as she rounded the corner towards the fountain Katja saw Trace already in conversation with none other than Blackjack’s very own Banjo. The sunny Roo was supposed to be bed bound for all she knew, so seeing him here in that wheelchair was quite a surprise. A smirk curled on her lips as she put two and two together and figured he’d slipped out of the hospital ward he was supposed to be staying at. Typical Aussies, causing mischief just for the hell of it.

Observing the two from a distance, Katja got a message on her personal device telling her that the team swap and House ceremonies were imminent. Casting one last glance at her two teammates, it looked like Banjo was doing a good job at calming Trace down. There was no need for her to get involved now and possibly make things worse. Katja figured that she’d get plenty of time to talk to Trace after the ceremony was over anyway.



P.R.C.U’s Hyperball stadium, “The Chimera’s Lair”, was selected as the venue for the Team Swap and House ceremony. It was shocking to Katja to see all the people in attendance, even more so when she noticed that the stadium hadn’t even completely filled out yet. Camera drones flew over as they were broadcasting the event. It really brought the point home to Katja of the significance of this event.

Standing in a line with the rest of her team, Katja’s conviction to keeping them together had given her a second wind. Even the bags under her eyes seemed less noticeable. Looking over to team Firebird and back to Blackjack, the difference in expressions was like night and day. These remained largely unchanged as Lehrer gave his speech. Unlike back at the entrance ceremony, Lehrer seemed to have left his charisma back home, as the speech largely fell flat. Even the applause of the crowd seemed to be phoned in compared to the usual reception. Only when Jim started explaining the process of the team swap did the tension in the air get thicker, the crowd anticipating with bated breath what would follow.

In hindsight, Katja should have seen it coming, should have anticipated what would happen. The wounds were too fresh, too deep. Animosity had reached an all time high with the argument from earlier this day. But she didn’t see it, or choose not to see it. There had been fights between Blackjack before, and those got resolved too. Why would this time be any different?

But it was different.

With the sharp sound of the whistle filling the air, with people making their first moves towards their new teams, Katja’s attention was only drawn to one person. Her heart stopped. Someone broke from the Blackjack ranks and time seemed to slow to a crawl. With anyone else it might've been hard to catch who stepped out into the center as they kept their back turned to their former team. But as they raised their pale hands to display the Firebird and Eclipse armbands, even from a mile away there wouldn't have been any mistaking the fact that it was Trace who took their first steps out of team Blackjack.

Katja wanted to run after them, drag them back to their spot in the line. Or maybe go after them, so that they wouldn’t be alone in whatever team they ended up in. She wanted to reach out and yell at them… Her size, her strength, her good intentions, her determination to keep the team together, it all came to naught as the South African girl was overtaken by despair. The floor seemed to vanish below her as she sank into darkness. Only the white hair of Trace being a source of light, fading more with every step they took. Like the light fading from the eyes of Cassander.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to call out to Trace, call them back to Blackjack, back to her. But as she opened her mouth the only thing Katja could manage was a barely audible whimper. ”Please stay… Trace…”

Katja lowered her head, hair falling infront of her face. She didn’t pick up what was happening around her, who was switching where or what the reactions were of the other teammates.

All she could hear was the crowd as they cheered for their afternoon entertainment.


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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Katja was quick to fall asleep after her talk with Trace. Falling asleep had never been an issue for her. The problem was getting a good night’s rest.

It didn’t take long for her dreams to start again after she went into a deep slumber. It was the same as always. She would be there with her family, running through their own house as an angry crowd crashed through the front door. That safe, familiar environment of her own house, suddenly becoming like a maze of terror. Her father would yell to get upstairs, to the safe room. But before they could reach it, their path would be cut off by more of the rioters who had climbed in through the balcony. The family got cornered when they ran into the nearest room, her room. As her father tried to hold the door, her sister would tell Katja to go to her regular hiding spot, the one in the closet, and be real quiet. The door would give just as she sat down. The first one through the door was a big Zulu man, who slashed her father’s throat in an instant with a machete. Drowning in his own blood, he sought for Katja, hoping she’d made it to her hiding spot in time. Their eyes would lock as the violence continued unabated. As her mother tried to reach him, another man stepped from behind the Zulu. It was the family’s neighbor who was a fellow Afrikaner. He charged her with a brick, shoving her onto Katja’s bed before caving her skull in. Katja’s sister, who pleaded for her life, would be hit several times in the back by a Coloured man with a steel pipe, shattering her spine. Less than a generation ago these men wouldn’t have been able to share the same room due to a hatred based on pseudo-science. Now they were united in their hatred based on actual science.

While the attackers cried out in jubilant victory, Katja’s gaze would remain fixed on her father’s eyes, the light in them slowly fading away as unspeakable things were being done to the corpse of her mother. Out of nowhere, the closet would be torn open. A big man, who Katja didn’t recognize, stood in the opening. In his hand was a gun which was pointed straight at her. This would be it, she thought, this would be the end.

And then the shot rang out.

Katja shot up from her sleeping pad with an audible gasp, completely covered in cold sweat. Panting heavily, she reflexively ran her hands over her face to check where she had been shot, letting out a shaky sigh of relief at the realization that it was just another of her nightmares. However, something was different this time around. The man with the gun was new. And she couldn’t really understand why. That is until another gunshot rang out.

Trace now shot up as well. While both had the same burning question on the tip of their tongues, neither could ask it. The top of the tent suddenly flew away before either could say something. A shiver went up along Katja’s back as she got exposed to the cold night rain and the sweeping winds of the storm. At least, she thought it was because of that. Not too far from their tent did she see a gathering of people. As she made her way to them Katja soon realized that something was wrong, as Jim was clasping his… Stump? What the hell had happened?

It was only then that Katja noticed the strangers amongst the group. One of whom was clearly a woman, the other had a mask covering their face which made it hard to determine who or what they were. Were they even human? It didn’t take long until Katja got her answer as the masked figure then made themselves known.

They were Hyperion.

Katja looked on in amazement at what many believed to be the most dangerous Hype in the world. A terrorist according to the mundane authorities and even to H.E.L.P. But to Katja? She honestly didn’t know. As they unexpectedly multiplied themselves they began to address the students, some of them personally, about the injustice that was done to them, the oppression they suffered at the hands of those unblessed by the Hype-gene. Those, according to Hyperion, who were lesser than them.

Hyperion’s words had a profound impact on Katja. She found herself agreeing with their words, as pompous as they may be. She didn’t know how to feel about that, agreeing with someone who killed countless men and women. On the one hand there was the obvious repulsion at seeing someone like that in the flesh. But on the other hand, they promised vengeance. And for as long as Katja could remember, that was what she wanted most. Vengeance for her family, who were killed just for being different.

Her train of thought was broken by someone standing up to Hyperion. Of course, out of all those present, it was none other than Banjo who did. He and Hyperion shared some words before the former was cast into the air, the latter obviously none too pleased about the Australian’s reply.

Suddenly Cassander created a distraction before engaging Hyperion with a firearm he picked off of the ground. As he rushed past her, Katja felt like she had to do something, anything to help her teammate, or at the very least prevent him from getting harmed. Instead, she stood frozen, somehow unable to move as she, and all the others with her, witnessed Cassander Charon’s demise at the hand of Hyperion.

She looked on with disbelief as the young boy who she had talked to mere hours ago breathed out for the last time, a massive hole in his chest spilling whatever intestines hadn’t been instantly disintegrated by the force of Hyperion’s attack.

Hyperion turned around, barely giving Cassander even an afterthought, as if he had just swatted a fly out of the air. They and the woman he was with were about to leave when Ryan from Eclipse spoke up, asking to join them. Her siding with them seemed to open the floodgates as several more from Eclipse volunteered, marching alongside their student representative to join Hyperion’s side. With the first one breaking away from the P.R.C.U. and H.E.L.P’s doctrine, it seemed to be a lot easier for the next one to do the same.

Katja felt it too.

She realized that she had to, that she would join alongside Hyperion and finally get justice for all the Hypes who were being oppressed in this world for being born different. Get vengeance for her family. She was being granted a golden opportunity to finally rid herself of the shackles put on her by Mundane society. Something she had dreamt of since that fateful day all those years ago. She had to join Hyperion.

She had to.

But she didn’t.

She couldn’t move. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she wanted to. She just couldn’t move. Standing there, with the rain pouring down on the campsite, all Katja could do was stare. Like the little girl hidden away in her closet, staring at her father’s eyes in his dying moments, so too could she only stare in Cassander’s eyes as the light slowly faded away.


Location: Camp Blackjack, Southern Plateau - P.R.C.U. Campus - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials #2.17 Dusk Hour
Interaction(s): Team Blackjack
Previously: N/A

| 6 Days After Hyperion's Attack
Jab. Jab. Right hook.

Katja hadn’t gone to any of the therapists, even though Jim all but mandated it to her. She argued that the best therapy she could find would be here in the gym. The punching bag was her therapist. The punching bag never judged, no matter how much hurt she threw at it. It allowed her to vent her frustrations in a way she’d never be able to by just talking. It provided a sort of clarity of mind as she went through the motions, performing the different combinations for hours at a time.

Jab. Jab. Low kick.

She’d spent so much time here in the last week that blisters had formed on her hands, the skin on her knuckles giving way to the excessive amount of force unleashed on her target. The loyal punching bag wouldn’t complain though. It was always there for her.

Left Hook into backhand. Recover.

Katja glared over her guard, studying her points of impact as she caught her breath. The break in action allowed her mind to wander, no longer preoccupied with thinking about different combinations and breathing techniques. Instead, her mind went back to that fateful night six days ago. Hyperion’s words, Banjo being thrown in the air, Cassander’s dying breath… She almost felt the rain again.

Coward.

It was at calm times like these, when she wasn’t doing anything, that her mind began replaying everything. That regret would start to seep in. That this voice would talk to her again. Her voice.

You had your chance that you’ve always dreamt of. A shot at striking back at the scum that took everything from you. Yet when push came to shove you did nothing, like that scared little girl from all those years ago!

She let that voice talk to her. It was right after all. She did want to join Hyperion. His words truly resonated with her. I had been the one thing that had always on her mind. To finally create a place for Hypes to live unburdened by the Mundane of the world. And in doing so get retaliation for those she and others like her had lost.

Perhaps there would be another chance, she thought as she readied herself for another bout with the punching bag, another shot at joining Hyperion.

Jab. Jab. Direct pun-

Traitor.

In her shock Katja reflexively activated her ability, the punch sending the punching bag flying as its support cable snapped under the immense force. It careened into one of the free weight racks several feet away, luckily hitting none of the other gym goers in the process.

She stared in wide eyed disbelief at the wreckage she caused, panting heavily as her hairs stood on her neck and cold sweat ran down her back. One of the gym crew ran up to her, yelling something that she couldn’t make out. Katja turned around to face him, an apology on her lips. But no words would come out of her mouth. Instead, she felt her stomach turn. Turning away from the man, she fell to her knees as she emptied her guts over the gym floor.



|The present
Katja stood at attendance in her dress uniform at Cassander's funeral, her chin raised to the sky as she bit her lip in an attempt to keep her emotions under control. The dark bags around her eyes clearly gave away that she’d had trouble sleeping, even more so than usually was the case. She avoided looking over at the body draped in the Canis colors. She just couldn’t bring herself to. Even the mere thought of him would take her back to seeing the life drain from his eyes.

Instead Katja observed her fellow team members. Some of them showed extreme grief, others seemed to be steeled by determination to get payback. Katja tried to show as little emotion as possible, trying to portray a sort of stoic appearance to the outside world. Inwardly however she was wracked by feelings of guilt. It tore her apart. Guilt over both betraying whatever she believed in before this all happened, but also guilt at feeling like she betrayed Cassander and her team by even contemplating to align with Hyperion. The more she thought about it, the more nauseous she became.

As the funeral ceremony came to a close and the Color ceremony only being an hour away, Katja walked in the direction that the rest of her team was going. She hung back a little however, deciding to listen in on the conversation of some of them instead of joining in herself. Hearing Haleigh and Calliope talk about avenging Cassander got Katja to silently thank herself that she hadn’t confronted Calliope about her father, as that would’ve definitely put a target on her own back. With her teammates now actively planning revenge, Katja became convinced that she had to put on a mask and not let her feelings be known to the team. At least, for now.


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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Camp Blackjack, Southern Plateau - P.R.C.U. Campus - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials #1.105: Sins of the Father
Interaction(s): The campfire group, Haleigh @Kuro, Rory @webboysurf Calliope @PatientBean, Trace @psych0pomp
Previously: Smells Like Team Spirit

Katja’s smile, which had up to this point mostly been forced, turned more genuine at Banjo’s offer of his plate. With a grateful nod she took the plate from him and prepared to devour the first steak kebab she could get her hands on. As she was about to take her first bite though, Trace decided to open up about themself. Lowering the kebab back on the plate, she returned their courtesy and listened intently to their story. An appreciative grin formed on her face as they displayed their Hype ability. While the newly spawned arm might look like a grotesque display of body horror, it was also metal as fuck. And if there’s one thing Katja could appreciate…

Next up was Trevor, someone who Katja hadn’t really interacted with at all up to this point. He seemed like a nice kid and judging by his physique she figured he’d make for an excellent gym buddy. Not to be out done by Trace, Trevor decided to give his own display of the grotesque as he gave a little demonstration of his own power. If she hadn’t noticed the abject repugnance with which the rest of her team reacted to his powers she might have started applauding at the whole thing. Instead she took a big bite out of her kebab as she tried to hide her wide grin, being too distracted with that to catch Trevor’s pun.

Makenna took the opportunity to take the spotlight next. And that she most certainly did. She proudly started rattling off her accomplishments at one of those Ivy League schools. After which she quickly cited her ability before moving the conversation on to the next person. It was a short introduction which got through all the necessary points, but it left Katja wondering. Why, if you seemingly had your life so on track, would you come out here?

The next person to speak up was Haleigh. It surprised Katja how open she was about herself, given how their previous interaction had been a rather awkward and silent one back at the auditorium. Katja felt her blood boil as she spoke about her neighbors wanting lynch her because of her powers, as it brought back the memories of her parents’ gruesome end again. As Haleigh explained why she was bound to her wheelchair, her behavior in the auditorium finally made sense. Katja reached out to her when she noticed that it was getting harder for Haleigh to find her words. As Banjo and Rory gave some reassuring words of their own, Katja put her hand on the girl’s shoulder and smiled reassuringly at her. “Don’t worry sus, we’ve got your back!” Pausing for a moment, a smirk appeared on Katja’s lips. ”And while I’m sure you’ll learn to control your powers here, as our sunny Roo just said, know that when you get tired of that wheelchair, just give me a holler and I’ll carry you on my back!” Finishing that statement with a cheeky wink.

Rory was the next one to open up about themselves. He seemed slightly nervous talking to the group, a feeling that Katja could very much relate with. The thought of having family in PRCU, even if they were in the collegiate, seemed nice to her. And from the way he spoke of them, Rory seemed to draw some semblance of strength at the thought of them being close by. Him mentioning he was experienced in wrestling almost made her eyes spark with joy. Finally someone who also practiced a martial art… Even if it was a completely different discipline from her own. His power seemed interesting too, the possible applications of which seemed endless to Katja. Barely able to contain her excitement at having met a fellow martial arts practitioner though, she spoke up to him after taking one last bite from her kebab, her mouth half full. ”It’s awesome you’re into martial arts too! I’m very much into kickboxing but have been interested in getting into MMA. Maybe you can teach me some moves?”

Having finished the last of the kebabs generously provided by Banjo, Katja kept the last skewer in her hand, playfully flipping it in between her fingers as Calliope addressed the group again. Katja practically froze the moment Calliope mentioned that her father was a US senator. As she went on to talk about her -admittedly privileged- upbringing, Katja’s mind tried to figure out which US senator Calliope could be related to. The penny dropped as Calliope mentioned her father’s reaction to finding out his daughter was a Hype, which was emphasized by the cracking of the skewer as it broke in two between Katja’s fingers.

However, before she could ask Calliope for confirmation, Luce spoke up and shared her story and power. This involving the second camping/outdoors related incident would have given Katja some reservations about the way they were all spending the night under normal circumstances. But Katja was still internally fuming at Calli’s story to really take note of it. Luce showing the scars of what should have been lethal injuries snapped her out of those thoughts. It once again reminded Katja that there were many here who had as traumatic an experience, if not more so, as herself. She couldn’t imagine what it’d feel like to suffer such an injury, only to be brought back to the land of the living a few moments later. And honestly, she’d rather not think about that either.

Luce then called out to Iñigo, the late arrival to the team who had mostly kept themselves to the sidelines after their initial altercation with Banjo earlier. They obviously wanted to say something about that, but seemed to struggle with whether or not they should do so in public or private. Makenna, in what seemed to become typical Makenna fashion, tried to bluntly force Iñigo to get to the point. With the apparent approval of Banjo, Iñigo apologized to the Aussie for what had transpired earlier. He quickly accepted the apology, too quick for Iñigo’s tastes apparently. While they had a bit more back and forth, it didn’t really register with Katja. Something about Iñigo being an ex-convict got brought up, sparking laughter from Banjo.

Katja however, was more distracted by Trace leaving the group just before Iñigo joined in. They seemed to have been hurt, or at the very least greatly annoyed, by some of the things said earlier. But before Katja could go after them, Calliope had already made that move. With the group mostly focussing on Iñigo and Banjo, Katja excused herself, making it seem as if she was going to throw away her trash before going after Calli and Trace. Catching up just in time to hear Calliope call out to Trace, who had already vacated inside their tent. She sounded genuine with what she said to Trace, and Katja hoped it would help mellow them out a bit.

Katja walked back to her tent right as Calliope was on her way back to the campfire.Initially she wanted to call out to her, ask her about who specifically her father was to quell that curiosity. But as she got close, about to raise just that question, her pace faltered. Was it really worth possibly sparking another possible argument within the team? It also didn’t really seem like Calliope shared that senator’s ideas of Hypes. But it was too late to avoid Calliope now, as she was only a few paces away and she most certainly noticed Katja initially walking towards her. She waved at Calliope before softly speaking. "Hey euhm, thank you for checking up on Trace. I’ll euhm, see if I can get them in better spirits." Katja quickly flashed a smile at Calliope before moving on towards their tent.

Reaching the tent, Katja removed her shoes and placed them next to Trace’s. After taking a deep breath, she knocked on the fabric next to the entrance to get their attention before softly speaking up. “Heya Trace, you mind if I come in?”


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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Camp Blackjack, Southern Plateau - P.R.C.U. Campus - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials #1.72: Smells Like Team Spirit
Interaction(s): Trace @psych0pomp, Calliope @PatientBean, Cassander @Lord Wraith, Banjo @Hound55, Haleigh @Kuro
Previously: (No) Return to Serenity

Katja raised a surprised eyebrow at Trace. What did she mean with a bad idea? And what did they want her to smash? But before she could ask, Trace was already walking towards the cluster of Blackjack students. As the tent didn’t seem to need any supervision, Katja decided to go after them, staying a few paces behind Trace. At this point it looked like almost half the team was gathered around the area where a confrontation seemed to be occurring, but at least things seemed to be cooling down…

That is, until Trace opened their mouth.

From the little interaction she had with them, Katja knew they weren’t shy with their words. But the cavalcade of provocations and insults that followed completely caught her off guard. It took her all the willpower she could muster to neither look agape at Trace nor burst out into laughter at the, admittedly funny, petty insults they were throwing around. Luckily no one would be paying attention to her as all eyes turned to Banjo, who fired back at Trace with venomous vigor. Luckily, while the situation could have easily escalated into both saying more hurtful things towards each other, Banjo bowed out of the bout before things got too heated.

A sense of relief washed over Katja as she walked back to inspect their tent. Sure, she didn’t really know most of her teammates beyond just their names, but if things got too mean spirited it would have likely meant the death of any teamspirit Blackjack could possibly have. Plus, it just felt wrong to have them fight amongst themselves. There was already enough hostility towards their kind in this world.

While she was in the process of inspecting the tent, making sure that things were properly fastened and stuff like that, Katja heard the dinner call. It was at this moment that she realized she hadn’t eaten since breakfast and was practically starving. Her stomach made a low rumbling sound as if to put an exclamation mark on that statement. Making her way over to the campfire, the smell of the freshly prepped meal made her mouth water in anticipation.

But before she could get her hands on the sweet, sweet protein provided by the deliciously looking steak kebabs, Jim called them all to attention and started explaining their current situation. Something about a team swap and the approaching storm. Honestly all of it didn’t really sink in for Katja. She was much more focussed on getting her nutrition for the day.

Only after sitting down next to the fire and devouring half of a kebab did the implications really dawn on her. The storm was a given, those clouds had already seemed very ominous the moment they drove towards the trial grounds. Hopefully those fancy tents were resistant to heavy rainfall or, in the worst case she thought, hail. At least we won’t fly away due to strong winds. Katja thought to herself with a smile.

The team swap though was something that really took a while to sink in. The thought of already splitting up after having been together for less than a week, and only really interacting for mere hours, didn’t sit well with Katja at all. Sure, some of them might have started off on the wrong foot, but that wasn’t a reason to already throw the towel in the ring, right? It all left a rather sour taste in her mouth, almost making her lose her appetite.

Almost.

Luckily the first person to speak up from their ragtag team seemed to echo her thoughts. She hadn’t really expected Calliope to be one to argue in favor of keeping the team cohesive, so that came as a pleasant surprise to Katja. Plus, ice powers, that was co- Oh… Cassander already made that joke. He was next, and she thought back to Trace’s comment earlier which made her cheeks flush red almost instantaneously. With that distraction floating in her mind, she only really picked up the latter bits of him explaining his powers.

And then came Banjo.

While Calliope and Cassander were both very focused on the pressing matters of the team swap and explaining their powers, Banjo did things a little differently… As seemed to be his modus operandi. The way he described his abilities made it seem like he was a human solar battery, almost like a superhero climate change activists would have thought of a couple decades ago when Hypes hadn’t yet fixed the fossil fuel dependence. The image of Banjo wearing a superhero outfit made Katja chuckle for a brief moment.

But when he mentioned his parents and their absence in his life… It made her face turn dark. Images flashed through her mind, recalling back to that fateful day when her own parents were taken from her. Taken by them.

As Katja was waiting for Banjo to finish, Haleigh rolled up in her wheelchair and asked if there was room for one more. “Of course!” Katja said as she scooted over to make room for her. Waiting for Haleigh to take her spot around the campfire and looking if Banjo was done with his introduction, she took one last bite out of her steak before speaking up.

”Well, guess it’s my turn. I’m Katja, but you can call me Kat if you want.” giving an apathetic shrug at the idea. ”My ability is density manipulation which means I can alter my own body mass and toughness. Basically I can turn myself into a human wrecking ball. Or punching bag, so if anyone needs a sparring partner who you want to try your abilities on, I’m your meisie” She punctuated that statement with a humorless chuckle before looking at Banjo.

”Guess I’ll follow your example and explain a bit more about myself. As most of you have probably picked up on by my accent, I’m not from this side of the Atlantic, not originally anyway.” Katja paused for a moment as she looked up to the sky and took a deep breath before continuing. ”I was born and raised in Bloemfontein. Now, that name might not say a whole lot to most of you, but a little over a decade ago there was a large anti-hype massacre over there. The munnies got to my parents and well…” She bit down hard on her lips, casting her eyes down for a few seconds before looking back at the people around the campfire with an awkwardly forced smile on her lips. ”I’m sorry for ruining the mood, just felt like the best moment to open up.”

”Anyway...” she took a shaky deep breath to regain her composure, hiding away her pain back into that deep corner before looking at Banjo with that same forced smile on her face. ”You euhm, going to finish that?” Katja said, pointing her thumb to the untouched plate belonging to the Aussie.


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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Camp Blackjack, Southern Plateau - P.R.C.U. Campus - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials #1.45: (No) Return to Serenity
Interaction(s): Trace @psych0pomp, Rory @webboysurf
Previously: Turn the Page

It was only when Trace turned around and tried to meet her eyes that Katja really noticed their eyes’ strange, eerie look. They were almost completely white, like looking into a pair of marbles. She was kind of amazed at her own inattentiveness at how she hadn’t really noticed it before. Though to be fair, the most they ever interacted had been with their backs turned towards each other. But while the surprise was probably clearly visible on her face, she didn’t feel any unease. In fact, those eyes really completed Trace’s goth look, something Katja could absolutely get behind.

Being so distracted by their eyes, Katja almost missed them agreeing to share a tent. Shaking her head a moment to clear her thoughts, she looked back at Trace with a genuine smile on her lips and a spark of joy in her eyes. ”Fuck yeah! You have no idea how happy I am to hear that!” she exclaimed ecstatically as she only barely managed to stop herself from embracing Trace in a hug.

Katja quickly tried to regain her composure, but any attempts of that were rendered moot when Trace brought up the step on me mommy line. Her eyes widened in surprise at the insinuation. Katja quickly looked back over her shoulder to Cassander, then back to Trace, quickly back to Cassander again before finally returning back to Trace, her cheeks flushed and mouth slightly agape. “Wh-wha…” she stammered, but Trace seemed to pay little heed to her embarrassment as they looked up to her and smiled.

Trace’s smile might have looked creepy to some… Okay, to most. But honestly, Katja thought that had a charm of its own. It helped calm her down a little and forget about the whole mommy business. She returned a smirk before looking over the tentset that she had been holding on to. ”Let's see if we can get this tent set up, shall we?” The instructions were kind of unclear - when weren’t they? - but she eventually figured out that there was a small lever on the weird contraption. Putting the set down, she pulled the lever with a firm tug. In no time the tent was unpacking itself and slowly taking on the form of a yurt. She had expected one of those cheap tents you saw at festival grounds, not… whatever the hell this was. Not that she was complaining though, those things suck when it rains. And boy would you look at those clouds…

As the tent was doing its thing, Trace asked Katja about her Hyper abilities. The mere mention of it triggered a twitch from her lips. ”Uhm…” she began hesitantly as she tried looking away. Getting asked about her powers in earnest by relative strangers was a new phenomenon for Katja, as she was used to getting nothing but scorn and disdain over it. Sure, the PRCU had asked questions too, but this was different. This was a peer who showed genuine interest. It felt strange but also… Liberating? Comforting? Elating? She wasn’t quite sure how to phrase it, but one thing was certain. Katja was beaming.

Straightening her back to restore some of her composure, Katja tried to regain eye contact with Trace before taking a deep breath and began to answer their question. “I won’t bore you with the details, but the TLDR is that I can manipulate the density of my body, changing my weight and my body’s toughness accordingly. It’s not as flashy as generating electricity from my hands or shaping the earth around me, but I think it’s quite helpful that I can punch through brick walls or take a bullet to the face and live.” A grin settled on her face as she recalled messing around with her uncle’s guns a couple years back. ”Don’t ask me how I know about the latter.” she said with a chuckle.

“How about you though? What kind of abilities do you ha-” Katja wanted to ask Trace about their powers before she was interrupted by another member of their team. Rory, if she remembered correctly, seemed to respond to a comment Trace made earlier about whatever was happening with Haleigh and this stranger, who’s name was apparently Iñigo. He looked about as nervous as she had felt mere moments ago, with an awkward pause in the middle of his answer. But things were kicking off at the other group right as he seemed to apologize to Trace for a reason Katja didn’t understand. And he was off again after giving a slightly awkward wave to the pair of them.

Katja turned back to Trace with her hand pointed at the group in confusion. ”What the hell is happening over there?”


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In Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University, Stadium and Intake House - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials #1.45: Turn the Page
Interaction(s): Cassander @Lord Wraith, Trace @psych0pomp
Previously: Cry of the Banshee

Katja had expected Cassander to take her hand and greet her in kind, but he seemed to completely ignore it. Instead he immediately turned down her offer to tent together. The boy seemed to be under some stress, his eyes darting around almost frantically, as if he was looking for someone. She awkwardly withdrew her extended hand towards the back of her neck when it became obvious that he wasn’t going to shake it, her smile faltering slightly.

Cassander quickly turned down her offer to share a tent, which was unfortunate but didn’t bother Katja that much. What did make her a bit uncomfortable was how Cassander seemed to want to keep their interaction as short as possible. After explaining why he was here “scouting out a good spot” he tried to suggest Trace as a possible tentmate. ”I… I see…” Katja said as she glanced over to where Trace was at. It was only a few seconds, but that was enough for Cassander to take his leave, as he was already making his way towards Axel.

Had she done something wrong? Katja had mostly hoped to start a conversation with Cassander and get to know him a little better, but he didn’t seem to want any of that. This was the third interaction she had with her team members today, and it was the third time things just ended up being awkward. Maybe this whole dealing with people business wasn’t something for her.

Raising her head to look up at the gathering clouds, Katja deeply inhaled before letting out a dejected sigh. She had always thought that people avoided her because of what she was, a Hype, but right now she was feeling as if it’s because of who she was instead. Maybe she just wasn’t that likable. As she was looking up at the rolling clouds, her thoughts were slowly drifting away. Maybe…

The sudden sting on her cheek dragged her back to the here and now. Looking down at her hand, she came to the realization that she had subconsciously slapped some sense back into herself. ”Stop it with the self pity and pull yourself together Kruger.” Katja mumbled to herself.

Just because previous attempts didn’t go well didn’t mean that it was time to start moping and feel sorry for herself. She wasn’t raised to be a quitter and she wasn’t going to start being one now!

Shaking her head to clear her mind, Katja steadied the tentset on her shoulder and put on a smile again.

There seemed to be some commotion back at the trucks, where about half of Team Blackjack seemed to be gathered. It looked like it was mostly centered around Haleigh and people trying to help her. While that seemed mostly sorted, with a team member who Katja hadn’t seen before seemingly offering his help, it looked as if Trace was kinda left on the sidelines.

”Yo Trace!” Katja called out to Trace as she walked towards them. “I know you said you’d hope to get mates whom you can borrow clothes with but euhm…” A sheepish smile formed on her lips as she got closer to her pale team member. “I’ve got a tent here and no one to share it with, would you be down?”


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Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials #1.34: Cry Of The Banshee
Interaction(s): Trace @psych0pomp, Cassander @Lord Wraith
Previously: I Want Out

Katja sheepishly entered the room after her initial wave of embarrassment subsided due to Trace’s seemingly nonchalant reaction. It’s not that she’d never seen anyone show some skin or whatever. But with all the excitement of the upcoming Trials and such, encountering Trace was just unexpected. ”Yeah, sorry for the overreaction.” Katja said with a slightly embarrassed chuckle while scratching the back of her neck as she walked over to her bunk to pick up her PT gear. ”Just had my mind on something else is all.”

She followed Trace’s example and turned her back towards them while changing her clothes. The silence in the room was a bit awkward, but Katja was used to it. Ever since her being a Hype became common knowledge at school there’d always be an awkward silence whenever she was in a room with someone else. Though this one was slightly different, less tense. So really, she didn’t mind it as much and didn’t linger on it for too long as she got out of her school uniform and into her PT gear.

Katja had just put on her running shorts when Trace walked past. Besides wishing her good luck, they had a rather peculiar request from Katja… One involving Banjo’s “crown jewels”, as they put it. Her mind conjured an image of grapes being crushed by a wrecking ball. An image that made her visibly wince for a fraction of a second. Clearing her throat, Katja put on a sheepish smile. ”I’ll euhm… I’ll see what I can do about that.” Finishing the sentence off with an awkward chuckle. “Oh, and good luck to you as well!” she called after Trace as they were just about to exit the room.

Now being alone, Katja took her time putting on her training shirt and sneakers. She quickly checked how she looked in a mirror as she put her hair in a bun. The PT gear was a bit of a tight fit in certain areas, particularly the arms and thighs, but nothing that’d be a hindrance.

After finishing up her hair and with enough time to spare, Katja casually made her way to the assembly area they were told to gather for the pick-up to the Homecoming Trials site.

It only took a couple minutes of waiting before their transport arrived, and with it came Blackjack’s faculty reps Jim and Tad. While she couldn’t really get a good read on tad yet, Jim’s lively character made her instantly like the guy.

It didn’t take long before the other team’s reps showed themselves. While Aaron, as Jim introduced him, didn’t seem too bad, Ryan looked like she could use a hand with the stick up her ass. Folding her arms, Katja listened to Ryan’s denigrating tone as she spoke about Team Blackjack. Observing Ryan messing around with Tad, Katja narrowed her eyes and slowly nodded to herself.

I can take her.

Breaking her stare at Ryan, Katja looked over at Team Eclipse. She had seen one or two of them in the dorm house before, but never struck a conversation with any of them. While she didn’t feel any animosity towards them 5 minutes ago, Ryan’s attitude changed all of that. If there’d be any direct competition with them, Katja made it her mission to grind them into the dirt. Just to wipe that smug smile from Ryan’s lips.

With introductions over, heads cooling and Jim’s instructions clear, Katja decided to ride shotgun next to the American. She liked his Southern charm, which reminded her a lot of her uncle. But, as became painfully obvious during the ride over to the campsite, some people seemed to think it was a bit much. Banjo sat in the back of the truck and was laughing his ass off at almost every word that left Jim’s lips. Katja looked down at her hand, balling it into a fist as she was reminded of Trace’s request from earlier.

Perhaps I will Trace…

Looking out of the window, the noise of the Howling Cliffs caught Katja’s attention. How couldn’t it? It was an awesome thing to experience, almost making her forget about the cackling Australian in the back. To think that someone could shape their surroundings to produce something like was amazing in and of itself, but the fact that they could openly do it without any repercussions was truly mind boggling to her.

The banshee’s scream finally drove the point home to Katja. They seemed to be truly free here. They, Hypes, could live here without fear of persecution, fear of hatred.

And if it was possible here, on some remote island, then it meant that it should be possible anywhere. As long as there was enough of a drive to accomplish it.

With those thoughts stuck in her head it took until they finally drove up the camping grounds before the approaching storm finally caught Katja’s attention. Seeing the dark rolling clouds in the distance tempered some of her excitement, as she feared that the whole thing would be called off. After hopping out of the truck, those fears were quickly quelled as Jim’s speech seemed to hold little doubt that the Trials would continue.

The prospect of food and sports games instantly motivated the young South African to get the tents set up. Getting to the back of the truck, Katja picked up one tent set and hoisted it over her shoulder as she made her way over to whatever seemed like a suitable spot for a tent.

As she walked past Tad she picked up that one of her fellow team members, Makenna if she was not mistaken, mentioned something to him about not wanting any red meat.

Well, It’d be a shame if it went to waste, right?

Not wasting a second, Katja walked up to Tad, the tent set casually resting on her shoulder. ”Hey erm, Tad?” She said to him with a slightly mischievous smirk on her lips. ”If she doesn't want any red meat, can I have it instead? I’m a growing girl after all.” Her smirk turned into a grin as she finished with a cheeky wink.

Looking over next to Tad, she saw the boy who she thought was called Cassander standing next to him. They hadn’t really been properly introduced yet. Come to think of it, she hadn’t properly introduced herself to anyone in her team yet.

And if there was ever a moment to start introductions, now would be as good as any.

Turning towards Cassander, Katja casually waved her hand to get his attention. ”Heya broer!” she said with that grin still half on her face. “If we’re going to be a solid team we should first get to properly introduce ourselves, right?” She extended her free hand towards the boy. “I’m Katja, Katja Kruger.”

Looking over and around the boy, she noticed that he seemed to be alone. “You euhm, got a tentmate yet?” shaking the tent set on her shoulder to emphasize the question.

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Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University, Stadium and Intake House - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials #1.20: I Want Out
Interaction(s): Heleigh @Kuro, Trace @psych0pomp
Previously: Heavy Bagage

"It's... I'm fine, thank you." Something was off about the way Haleigh replied, but Katja couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. She was sure that the wheelchair bound girl looked distressed just a moment earlier. But looking down at her now, Hayleigh looked more embarrassed than anything. Had she really misread the situation this much?

Katja could kick herself. She didn’t mean to make the other girl feel embarrassed, Katja just wasn’t used to interacting with people a whole lot and apparently she just prematurely jumped to conclusion. But Hayleigh already turned around before she could apologize for causing the awkward situation she created. Katja bit on the inside of her cheek out of frustration at herself. It seemed like she had a lot to learn about reading other people.

She looked at Hayleigh leave for a few seconds before going after her. After catching up with Hayleigh, Katja put her hands in the pocket of her blazer and walked casually next to her as they left the stadium. She felt a bit too awkward to strike up a conversation with Hayleigh, instead she fell back to one of her older coping mechanisms and started whistling a song her mother used to sing to her.

Katja spotted a cluster of their fellow team members as they got close to the intake house. Having had enough awkward encounters with team members for this day, Katja decided against joining in whatever conversation they were involved in and headed straight for the intake house. She didn’t really know if Hayleigh was still with her or if she’d stopped to join the rest of the team.

Honestly, she was looking forward to the Homecoming Trials. It sounded like some sort of physical aptitude test, given how they had to get their PE kits on. This excited Katja, as unlike dealing with other people, physical activities were much more her forte. She did wonder what kind of activities they’d get to do though. Combat seemed a bit unlikely, as it’d be hard for a school to excuse their super powered students beating the shit out of each other. Plus, how would you fairly regulate fights between people who can bench trains face off against people who can talk with plants?

The thoughts about the Homecoming Trials had Katja absentmindedly opening the door to her dorm room, trying to look for her PE kit. She honestly should have knocked, and would have if not being distracted by her thoughts. But she didn’t and now she walked in on the pale shape of another team member, Trace.

”Oh fak!” Katja exclaimed in surprise as she immediately cast her eyes down to the ground and tried to move back behind the door. She honestly hadn’t seen much of anything. For all she knew Trace stood there fully dressed in a short sleeved shirt and shorts or whatever, but she didn’t want to take the risk by double checking. I’m really faking sorry… I should have knocked. I… She let out a deep, frustrated sigh.

This day was going swimmingly…


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