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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 18, 2015 23:05:49 GMT -5
The room smelled like coffee, even though the students couldn't have any. Instead, the staff had offered those insultingly small styrofoam cups full of either chocolate milk or cider for the kids. Though Almudena typically wasn't one for poor etiquette, she'd considered this affront justification for drastic measures. She'd nabbed half a dozen of the ciders, and was currently building a pyramid out of the empty cups on her desk. Almudena glanced around the room. She'd been the first student to arrive, but then again, living in the dorms before they'd officially opened had helped with that. Some other students had been trickling into the room, but the only faculty apparent so far was the black lady in a suit and glasses standing by the stage. The students had been instructed to meet in the auditorium instead of their classrooms for the first day of school, for what was ostensibly an orientation program. Almudena impatiently scuffed her shoe across the floor, leaving a black streak on the varnished wood. As far as she could tell, this room was designed to function as both a gym and auditorium; though there was a stage out in front, there was basketball hoops at either end, and when she'd been grabbing her refreshments, she'd noticed the equipment room door behind the table. A flurry of gleams played across the room, and drew Almudena's vision upwards. Beyond the stage, a huge window loomed, taking up almost the entire wall. Alma found herself questioning the practicality of such a feature in a school meant for Powers, but there was no denying that the view was stunning. The school had been situated on a hillside overlooking the ocean, giving an unrivaled vista of the shining waves. A massive freighter plowed onwards below, likely headed from Salcester to Brisance Bay. Despite being hundreds of feet long, from this far away, it looked like a mere toy. If Almudena craned her neck, she almost felt like she could even see across the vast expanse, to the shores of the Archipelago's biggest island. Almudena took a messy bite of one of the donut holes the faculty had set out, the white powder getting all over her lips. She brought up her shirt sleeve, and wiped the sugar off on it. Though this school had no official uniform, she'd brought half a dozen over from her old school, and intended to make full use of them. Besides, she thought a white dress shirt and plaid skirt was a good look for her. While it might have made her blend in back home, here it'd let her stand out. “Hey,” A quiet voice came from beside her. Almudena twisted at her desk, leaning with her elbow on the back of her seat. A boy with blonde, fluffy looking hair had taken the next seat over. From his skin, to his hair, to the blue of his eyes, everything about him was pale and delicate looking. Though she'd guess he was around her age and a bit taller than her, Almudena wouldn't be surprised if she outweighed him. “Hola!” Almudena offered her free hand in greeting, not bothering to wipe the powdered sugar off of it. The new guy clasped it in a limp handshake, his paper-white skin making Almudena's rich tan look even more intense. Almudena's doubts were confirmed; she probably could break every bone in his hand if she just tensed her muscles. “So, are you new here?” The blonde asked, gingerly withdrawing his mitt from Almudena's grasp. “Buddy, it's the first day of school here, ever. We're all new here.” “Oh, yeah...” He blushed, grimacing. “Makes sense. What's your name?” “Mi llamo es Almudena Madeiro,” She responded brightly, “But everybody calls me Alma. Y tu?” “Garth Firbolg.” “Furball?!” At her remark, Garth blushed even worse. “No, Firbolg. It means 'Giant of Flame'.” “Muy macho. Way too macho for you,” Almudena smirked, leaning further towards him, “I think I'm going to call you 'Blandengue'.” Garth smiled whistfully. “Honestly? It's not the worst thing I've been called...I think.” Almudena shot a grin back. “Don't worry, I'll come up with worse later.” Garth patted the chest of his fleece pullover. “You'd think they'd give us nametags.” “Yeah, but I'm guessing they plan on having us all introduce ourselves to eahother soon enough. Thus why we have class with the kindergarteners today,” Almudena jerked her thumb towards the palatial window, “These people don't seem the type to cut corners.” “I'm just wondering what sort of class we're going to end up with...” Garth shrugged, “The Powers I've met before have been a, ah, mixed bag, so to speak.” “Well, I'm sorry to break your little heart,” Almudena turned back to face the front, “But it's all downhill from here, 'cause you just met the best one.” OOC: I'd say I'm going to give people until next Sunday or so to write some general chatting around and characters showing up for class, and then I'll see about launching into the actual plot proper.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Oct 19, 2015 15:37:48 GMT -5
"Ethan, come on!" Tallis was half-way through pulling his jacket on, skin still damp from the ocean water, when he saw his friend still idling against the rock. Ethan was all muscle, strong arms and broad shoulders and sandy blonde hair that couldn't be tamed, which was all good and well but if Tallis' watch was still accurate (and he had made sure it was specifically to avoid something like this happening, but stuff happens, no big deal), if they didn't get moving right the fuck now they'd be late for the orientation session. By the time he'd pulled on his shoes and zipped his jacket up, Ethan had finally pulled himself away from the rock he'd been idling on and grabbed the vest resting on the ground nearby. "We have time," Ethan's lazy reply came. The pair had snuck out just before dawn with the intention of having an hour or two on the beach before heading back up for the orientation. The beach, or the rocky area they had found that was mostly secluded and covered in shingle as opposed to sand, was Tallis' favourite area on (or at least near) campus. Back in New York, he had never been allowed anywhere near the water on the few times he had been able to escape his house. It was always there, just past the buildings and on the horizon with the bridges connecting to Manhattan, the surface glittering like diamonds under the sun. They'd found this spot within the first week of moving to the school, just a bit further away from the sandy beach and surrounded by enough rocks that they could easily hide among them in case anyone came looking for them. It wasn't the picturesque image that he'd had back home, the water a darker shade of blue and the surface not glittering in quite the right way, but it was close enough that he could actually step into the cool water for the first time in his life. Tiny fish swam around their feet in the shallows and Tallis would laugh whenever he moved suddenly and they scattered. The trek back to the school wasn't particularly long but it was all uphill and uneven with half-buried rocks and errant tree roots threatening to trip them every other step and oh shit is that a squirrel, not going that way. Ethan was strong but Tallis was faster and more nimble on his feet, easily bounding over grass and rock and tree stump as he ran his fingers through his hair to try to shake some of the salt water from it as Ethan pushed through the bushes that seperated the campus from the surrounding land. Sneaking in and out of the campus had proven surprisingly easy for the pair of them, both of them used to having to hide in shadows when moving around. Their non-verbal communication, a series of expressions and hand signals, had let them evade any security so far and Tallis was secretly immensely grateful he'd been roomed with Ethan. They got each other in that way and, aside from the occasional ribbing, they got along quite well. The lither teenager caught a glimpse of his reflection in a mirror as they crept around to a side entrance of the building and immediately started running his hands through his dyed hair to try to get the volume back into it. As it turned out, as soon as they entered the school there was no need to be sneaky. The various students were all still in different stages of attendance - there was more than one yawning face and a lot of eye-rubbing going on - letting them blend into the crowd easily, even with Talli' bright red and white jacket and Ethan's sheer bulk. The auditorium-stroke-gym had been arranged with desks covering the majority of the floor but the retractable bleachers that lined one wall had been extended out as well and that was where Tallis saw the lilac hair of Mel. Top right corner sat next to Claire, who's raven hair was falling in neat curls around her shoulders. Ignoring the snacks on the table, he nudged Ethan in the side and pointed. Ethan gave him a light shove and that hurt, asshole then started running towards the bleachers as Tallis regained his balance, Tallis on his heels as soon as he'd gotten his feet back under him. "Make it topple with such ease, summon up a sturdy breeze," Mel muttered under her breath as they approached, flicking her hand towards the small tower one of the other students had been building out of the polystyrene cups. A gust of wind, not strong enough to be an actual force of nature but too strong to be from the air conditioning units, whirled around the pyramid of cups balanced in front of what looked like an average girl in a uniform but I'm pretty sure there isn't a uniform policy here? Whatever. The wind picked the cups up and threw them over both the girl and the weak-looking kid next to her. Mel gave a satisfied smirk, Tallis and Ethan high-fived and Claire giggled before pulling out a pocket mirror and touching up her lipstick. Tallis rested his feet on the seat in front of him and watched the other students entering auditorium. There was a gap in the crowd as the doors swung close for a moment before opening again, and another student entered on his own. Tall, messy brown hair, blue and gold clothes that were just tight enough to hint at a strong physique but loose enough not to give too much away. Tallis watched him enter the hall and walk over to the snack table. "Who's the pretty boy?" Ethan asked, an edge of something in his voice but Tallis couldn't figure out what. Or couldn't be bothered to figure out what. Whatever. "I don't know, but he's dreamy," Claire replied with a sigh. The sort of sigh he'd heard Claire do a couple of times now, actually. It was her 'there's a pretty face so I'm happy' sigh. Mel scoffed. "Dreamy isn't good enough for you, Claire," she said as though she'd had this conversation a million times before. She probably had. Tallis watched the boy for a few moments longer before Ethan grabbed him in a headlock and son of a bitch, Ethan, are you sure you don't have your super strength on.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Oct 19, 2015 19:16:21 GMT -5
"Yes, okaasan, I'm sure that things will go well today." Titus breathed into his cell phone, forcing himself to keep his irritation in check.
Titus, or Ty as he preferred to be called, had had this conversation six times over the past week. He loved his mother and all her overprotective ways but at times he wished that she would lay off. Ty figured that it was all a part of his mothers Japanese upbringing in Tokyo. Ty's grandfather was a strict man and his grandmother was the very definition of a perfectionist, luckily these traits were deluded in his mother.
"Okaasan, I really need to get to class. I'll call you this weekend, okay?" Ty hung up his phone quickly without waiting for a response.
Ty grabbed his messenger bag and slid out of his dorm room. He was extremely glad that his parents had sprung for a private room in the dorms to keep distractions to a minimum, though the recent changes to his body had made being around others his own age uncomfortable. Ty had always been aware that the fact that he was the child of a white collar American man and a driven Japanese woman made him different, especially in his home town in Arkansas, but that was now the least of his worries. Though he was barely over fourteen years old he appeared to be in his early twenties. Tall and thin, Ty moved like a boy in a man's body. On his thirteenth birthday Ty had a mishap with his power and was stricken with an unnatural growth spurt.
Ty ambled down the stairs and through a side door from the dorms into an adjoining garden. Roses, lavender, jasmine, and orchids packed the lattice arches over the path and perfumed the air in an intoxicating bouquet. Ty loved this garden more than any place he'd been to thus far on campus. He'd spent hours among the flowers reading, studying, or just napping. The air smelt of his mothers perfume and gave him a sense of belonging that was hard to come by. Ty stopped for a moment to fill his lungs with the scent of the air around him, popped a yellow rose from a bush, and placed the stem of it into the small pocket on the left side of his vest before continuing on towards the auditorium.
After a brief walk Ty entered the gym/auditorium and quickly grabbed a cup of cider. Placing his back up against the wall for a moment to get his bearings on the assembled students, Ty began swirling his drink slowly and focused. After a few seconds steam began to rise from the styrofoam cup sending the rich scent of cinnamon and apple airborne. Ty took note of his surroundings; the huge window overlooking the sea, a growing group of students in the bleachers, a boy and girl getting pelted with empty cups by no evident force. There was so much to take in and so many people to study that Ty felt a bit dizzy just thinking about what the next few hours would hold. Ty sipped his now steaming cider, straightened his charcoal grey vest and black shirt, and took a seat within earshot of the uniformed girl and sickly looking boy.
"Well, here goes nothing."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 19, 2015 23:24:10 GMT -5
As her monument to finished beverages exploded, Almudena wheeled in her seat. The feet of her desk screeched loudly. She snatched a napkin out of the air without even looking towards it, and slapped it down on the desktop with a bang.
"It wasn't me!" A little girl in pigtails and glasses yelped from behind her, reflexively ducking under her desk.
"No sweat, niña," Almudena braced herself on the crossbar of her seat, vaulting to her feet. She glimpsed around the room, until she spotted the crew on the bleachers. She scooped up a donut hole from where it had fallen on the floor, and then lobbed it gently into the air, checking its weight as she caught it.
"You-" Garth spluttered as a cup caught him in the face, "You're not going to-" The cup did another loop, smacking him in the forehead. He grabbed it, crushing it in his hand.
"Not going to retaliate-" Another cup ricocheted off the back of his skull. Garth sighed, and put his head down. The cup twirled in place, as if trying to seek its target.
"Personally, Furball, I don't believe in revenge," Almudena rolled her shoulder, cracking the joint loudly, "The ladies at my old school taught me better than that. If you're out to hurt people just because they slighted you, you're just going to make everything even worse."
She turned away from the clique on the bleachers, with a sigh.
"Of course, on the other hand, I do believe in punishment."
Almudena chucked the donut into the air, and pivoted on her heel. Her right fist shot forwards, leveraging the full force of her body into a gigantic punch. In mid-swing, a transparent hammer of force appeared, moving with the blow. The strike plowed into the pastry as it fell, the powdered sugar blasting out into a swirling plume. It rocketed across the room like a confectionary comet, spewing crumbs as it streaked away. It smashed into the wall above the bleachers with a loud thump, instantly disintegrating into a white and yellow cloud. The sticky debris wafted down in a fine mist.
The pugilist dusted her hands off, and sat back down.
"It wasn't me!" Pigtails yelped again, still peering from under her desk.
"Um, hello," Garth stammered. Keeping his head low to evade the swooping cup out for his blood, he glanced over to Ty's seat, "No worries. As you can see, you really haven't missed much."
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Post by SHADOWMASTER89 on Oct 20, 2015 1:31:47 GMT -5
As Talia wandered into the auditorium the aroma of coffee wafted against her face and she took a deep breath, savoring it. The aroma reminded her of every morning for the past two years when she awoke to the house smelling of coffee and she knew that her mother and grandmother were downstairs cooking breakfast. It was one of very few good memories in her life and she clung to it for comfort and to keep the memories of her broken childhood at bay.
She was a lithe, curvy young woman with dirty-blonde locks that hung just past her shoulders and pale, blue eyes. She wore a loose plaid shirt that buttoned down the front and sported a pattern of bright, orange squares interlaced by a trio of white lines and smaller, thin, blue lines as well as a pair of tight, ankle-length blue jeans and simple brown sandals. She had always prefered sandals to shoes, mainly because she found that shoes often blocked her ability to detect and tap into vibrations in the ground. Because of her particular powers it often felt to her as if she possessed two extra senses compared to most other people and anything that blocked or dampened those senses made her feel distressed similar to how normal people would feel if they lost their ability to see or hear.
As she began to look around at the other students, Talia shoved the thick, hardcover book that had been in her hand under her right arm and then shoved her hands into her pockets. She could sense every vibration in the large room coming from every molecule in every physical object, even the other students. This was overlayed by every sonic projection beyond normal human hearing, though she wasn’t actually hearing these sounds, it was more like sensing their presence and understanding them, but not through her ears. She had never been very good at describing her extra senses, but the line between physical vibrations and sonic waves was so fine for her it may as well have not even existed at all.
Talia observed many of the students, letting her senses wash over them as she scanned the room, bypassing the snack table filled with cheap offerings masked by the false advertising of the aroma of coffee. The first student she noticed was a very tall man who looked to be in his twenties, half-asian, yet his mannerisms suggested than he was much younger than he looked. His molecular vibrations suggested that there was something off about him, as though his body had been somehow...altered. Next she observed a group of three students within earshot of the first boy. One was of a darker complexion, she guessed of some hispanic descent, a pale, sickly looking boy and a young girl in pigtails. She could not tell anything particularly off about them and so moved on to other students. When she scanned over the group of two boys and two girls at the far, top corner of the bleachers she noticed something odd. One of the two girls seemed to have molecular brain vibrations typical of non-powers, but she was here so she must have some unique ability. She guessed it must be some sort of power that did not result from genetics or otherwise cause physical or genetic alterations, like magic.
Once she had concluded her scan of the auditorium and the students within, Talia took an isolated seat near the back and proceeded to crack open the book she had been carrying. The cover read something about The Science of Vibrations.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Oct 20, 2015 10:28:00 GMT -5
"Girl's got teeth," Tallis commented with appreciation as he watched the dusty remnants of the thrown doughnut threaten to swirl down on them. He'd caught a glimpse of something as she'd punched the confectionery, but chalked it up to powers are weird.
"Keep the donut crumbs at bay, wind sweep the debris away," Mel said as she swept her arm above her head. A second gust of wind caught the dust and swirled through the air, effectively shielding the four of them from getting even remotely sticky. Tallis gave his jacket a once-over to make sure there was no jelly or sugar marking the red leather because like hell could he afford dry-cleaning on that baby. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Claire doing the same - her make-up was still on point and there was no sign of any 'war wounds' (as she would put it) from the doughnut.
It was definitely possible that she'd only ever called smudged make-up that once and he was just latching on to it.
He settled back in his seat and kept his eyes on the doors as they continued to swing open and close, more students piling in. Everyone looked exceptionally... ordinary. He wasn't entirely sure why he expected otherwise, it wasn't as though every power was some half-human hybrid like that weird race of rat people and if they're human sized rats does that mean they have bigger teeth? Gross. What he guessed was a staff member walked in, grey suit and black shirt and walking with a complete lack of grace. He caught Claire's eye and quickly catalogued the skeptical expression.
"He looks five minutes older than us," Ethan chipped in, frowning at the guy in the suit. "He a TA or just dumb?"
Ethan had a point, the dude was clearly too old to be a student unless he'd been held back more than once. Like, a lot more than once. He looked a bit shifty now that Tallis looked a bit closer, taking a cup of cider and sitting close-but-not-too-close to the girl with the impressive punch. The cup was steaming now, somehow warming up just by being in the guy's hand. That was a neat trick. Probably saved him on an electric bill, not having to use a microwave to heat stuff up. Was that a common power, were they hiring themselves out..? Tallis hated it when he went to take a drink of coffee and experienced that terrible moment when he realised he'd left it for too long and it had gone cold.
"Don't be brazen, don't be bold, make that cider drink go cold," Mel said, eyes narrowing in on the cup. The steam instantly dissipated and Tallis smirked. Mel had a real sense of humour with stuff like that, one he really liked. It wasn't punishing people, not really, no matter how much she tried to make it out to be. It was just... messing with people. "No reason for him to have a warm drink when no one else gets one."
Ethan laughed again and pounded Tallis' back seriously Ethan, again? Dial down the super strength, I don't need bruises.
"So what kinds of powers do you think everyone has?" Claire asked. She was looking in her pocket mirror again so Tallis couldn't decide if she was filling a gap in conversation or if she was actually wondering.
"Flight and fire control," he deadpanned, eliciting a reluctant giggle from Mel. He shot her a grin before looking back at the other students in the room. No one was particularly standing out to him as being particularly special or powerful or whatever.
"I think that girl down there has the same power as you, Tallis," Ethan commented, nodding to a girl who was sat with a pretty hefty book in her hands. "Supernaturally nerdy."
"Or supernaturally unable to co-ordinate an outfit, like you," Tallis shot back. "Orange and blue in the same outfit, really. Cutting edge fashion right there."
Claire snapped her mirror shut at that comment and her eyes immediately went to the girl in question. They were visually a pretty unlikely pair, Claire and Tallis, with Claire's dark blue tones to her clothes, all flowing skirts and shirts that accentuated her... uh, her assets, while he was loud and vibrant with bleached hair might keep the roots this time actually, looks pretty good and red and white leather jacket, black shorts and high-top sneakers. Their common ground was fashion - Claire had lived and breathed fashion when she was growing up and Tallis figured he had a pretty good eye for it, if Claire's consistent approval of his outfits was any indication. Already he could see the cogs whirring in her head, figuring out how to salvage what the girl was wearing.
"You're right, the orange is the problem here," she decided, pursing her lips as she stopped to think. "And the sandals, no one wears sandals any more, this isn't the nineties."
Tallis smirked again and leaned back in his seat in a move that was definitely not a way to limit how much Ethan could hit him on the back. No sir.
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Post by Shoni on Oct 20, 2015 10:37:00 GMT -5
Sitting on the roof of the dorm, Flint looked toward the sea. He crossed his legs into a meditating position and slowly closed his vibrant ice blue eyes. A slight breeze carried the sweet scent of cherry blossoms into his nose as it slowly caressed his white hair causing it to dance playfully. The salty sea air mixed with the other scents to create a very comforting smell. It reminded him of home, except in Greenland there were no cherry trees. Opening his eyes slowly, Flint saw two boys about his age sneaking back onto the school grounds. The security on campus would never catch them, but he guessed they were not too concerned with other students seeing them. They seemed to be foreigners like him, most of the people here were. As they entered the gymnasium Flint remembered the announcement earlier that everyone was to meet there today. Glancing down at his watch he realized that if he didn’t hurry he would be late. His sleeves had fallen slightly down his arms as he stood so Flint pushed them back to their previous position below his elbows. This black cashmere sweater was much lighter than the clothes from his village. In fact all of his clothes where lighter. His sweater hugged his form but wasn’t really tight. The blue jeans he wore fit him much like the sweater but seemed to be made of a more flexible fabric for ease of movement. On his right wrist was a leather anchor bracelet and on the left was his Timex watch, its cloth band was a solid dark blue with a single grey stripe running through the middle. Reaching down Flint brushed a flower petal from his white vans. The blue feather that was printed on the outside of each shoe made them distinctive from other pairs he had seen before. Grabbing his bag he jumped down from the roof and landed lightly on his feet. The bag looked like a large black and white rag doll; one of its eyes was an x while the other was a circle.
Running toward the gym, Flint began to slow down when he saw a guard at the door. Speeding back up, Flint ran past the guard and flashed him a smile. The guard paid little attention and continued with his duty. Apparently it wasn’t unusual for students to still be coming in. As soon as he entered the gym Flint ducked, narrowly avoiding a stay cup that had cascaded across the room. The smell of spiced cider and coffee began to assault his nostrils. The students inside seemed to already be separating into cliques. There was a group of them over by the bleachers, but they seemed busy amongst themselves. The other group was seated at the desks and were very loud. The loudest one seemed to be a girl with a dark tan; probably Hispanic. There were a few students that had not gone with either clique and had positioned themselves randomly around the room.
Sidestepping a flying donut Flint made his way to a desk near the loud Hispanic girl. It would be harder to read with her nearby but at least there wouldn’t be any appetizer projectiles flying in his direction. Removing his bag, Flint sat down next to a young girl with pigtails who was hiding under her desk. Extracting a large history book from the ragdoll, he opened it and began marking large sections with a sharpie marker, blotting out the writing. Glancing over Flint saw that the young girl was still cowering under her desk. Reaching into his bag he pulled out two pieces of saltwater toffee. Choosing the pink toffee with purple dots, Flint removed the wrapper and popped it into his mouth. Grabbing the other toffee, an interesting mixture of blue and green, he tossed it on top of the little girl’s desk before returning to marking his book.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Oct 20, 2015 16:28:50 GMT -5
Ty moved to take another sip of his cider and felt the cup go suddenly cold in his grasp. Someone had already started playing pranks and class hadn't even began. Ty took a deep breath, cast his attention around the room, and heard a laugh ring out from the bleachers behind him. He turned slightly and noted a boy in blue and orange booming out in general good humor among a small grouping of students. Ty knew that someone in this group had been the prankster but which one was much harder to tell. It didn't really matter to Ty, he'd play their game.
"Punishment isn't really what they need, it's a taste of their own medicine."
Ty poured a bit of the ice cold cider into the palm of his right hand and cocked his hand like he was about to throw a frisbee. In a smooth motion that belied his awkward nature, Ty slung his hand forward creating a shower of droplets that arced around him. His focus tightened and he picked the movement of four of the largest drops in front of him to be his ammo. By force of will Ty warped the vectors of the droplets movement to shove them on a course towards the group in the bleachers. After a brief moment of movement at normal speed the drops became streaks of apple scented liquid moving abnormally fast. Ty guided the refreshing spears along four lines in his minds eye, forcing the liquid towards the centers of each of the groups foreheads at an insane rate of speed. Normally, at their rate of speed the cider would have pierced skin but Ty reined in the force of the streams so that they would just splatter harmlessly against his targets faces.
"That's how you do it." Ty commented to himself, but also directing the comment back towards the nearest students.
Ty sat back into his chair and pulled a napkin from his bag. He sat about wiping off his hand and the floor around him, drying the ark of cider that he had created a moment before. Ty was used to pranks and ribbing from fellow students, he hand dealt with it all his life. It wasn't anything new for him to see as you tend to get use to it when you're pushed up several grades. You're the small kid, the little genius, and that seemed to get under peoples skin. You were an easy target that could be harassed at will and if you were caught it could be played off as a harmless prank that you didn't understand because you were so young. It was the first step towards bullying, and Ty hated bullies. He'd dealt with them all his life too. When you're the little kid in class that aces every test you are bound to experience bullying at some point. Though, in Ty's case, it hadn't stopped after his accident. When you leave school one day at 4'10" and come into class the next day at 6' you are opened up to a whole new world of trouble. Ty turned towards the nearest tables, dropped the napkin back into his bag, and smiled a lopsided grin.
"I'm Ty by the way."
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Post by Silumas on Oct 20, 2015 21:23:28 GMT -5
Wretched children.
The tenor snap of a well-heeled boot striking the floor was heard far in advance of Silumas entering the auditorium, gymnasium, chaotic ball of annoyances.
*clack*
The secondary education teacher for the new school was easily identifiable. He was neither tall nor short, skinny nor fat. His perfectly tailored suit wrapped around him in just such a manner to accentuate his athletic form, but still be tastefully modest. His short, black hair was immaculately groomed, long on top with buzzed sides.
*clack*
His face was sharp and angular, cheek bones heavily accentuating his piercing, hazel eyes. They fluctuated between bright, emerald green and a deep brown, though it could all be attributed to the angle of the viewer and the light of the room. Bushy, black eyebrows were well groomed, though appeared they might go wild at a moment's notice. A goatee framed his mouth, connecting to a consummate moustache, thin and gleaming, like his hair.
*Clack*
His suit was composed of pitch black slacks, identically colored blazer, blood red shirt, and matching tie, in a full Windsor knot. His shoes were a black cowboy boot, with red trimming. His left coat pocket contained a small, flawlessly folded pocket square, blood red with an intricate black pattern woven into it. While it was impossible to make out a designer by simply looking (those with the fashion-sense likely couldn't place it with any known artist), the suit appeared to be something any self-respecting '.1%er' would find themselves in.
*CLACK*
Silumas' shoe's rang out as he reached the front of the auditorium where the rest of the staff would be gathering. He turned swiftly, but not supernaturally so, and sat into one of several chairs placed there. He was situated off the to the left side, not centralized at all. Strangely, after sitting, the chair seemed to grow more grandiose and throne-like than it had appeared a moment before, but it was hard to tell if that was the chair growing or simply the man filling it royally. Crossing his right leg onto his left knee, he placed both elbows on the arm of the chair, his fingers forming a steeple before his face.
His expression was neutral, eyes slowly, steadily, and all-together aloofly scanning the students that had arrived before him. He noticed the clique on the bleachers casually testing the rest of the class, then the one slinging cider at the previous group, followed by the young lady building architecture out of drinking glasses, then the young man speaking to her, then the young man helping the little girl hiding under the table, followed by the young lady reading about Vibrations. It was likely hard to notice, but his lips stretched in the barest hint of a smile. That smile was nothing appealing though. His eyes flashed with it, and for the barest moment it seemed they had turned red with a baleful fire within them. Everything frightening and evil was held in those eyes for the briefest of seconds before his expression returned to a calm, uncaring neutral.
Wretched children. So full of promise, overfilled with potential. They will not be allowed to waste it.
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Post by SHADOWMASTER89 on Oct 20, 2015 23:03:18 GMT -5
Talia was aware of every single word that came out of the mouths of the clique on the bleachers, but there insults about her attire did little to irritate her. She had devoted much effort to keeping her anger in check eversense the violent end to her broken childhood over two years ago. Despite this she smirked with amusement at the cider attack launched upon them by the half-asian boy with the altered body. Despite her senses she was unable to determine whether his power involved telekinesis or some sort of manipulation of kinetic forces.
While she was not angered by the insults about her attire, she was amused enough by the cider attack that she decided to join in teaching them a lesson. Talia focused on the ambient sound echoing around the auditorium, not just what she could hear, but also that beyond normal human hearing. As her mind plucked various sound waves from the air she redirected them at the clique on the bleachers and then manipulated those waves and twisted them into a deep, growling voice that sounded as if could be a disembodied demon.
“Do you honestly think I can’t hear every single word that comes out of your mouth?” The voice suddenly growled in Evelyn and Carlos’s ears from the left, followed by inaudible whispers before the voice suddenly growled in their ears from the right.
“How many people with unknown powers do you plan on making enemies of today? Tsk tsk tsk, not very wise.”
As the voice cackled demonically around them, Talia manipulated the molecular vibrations of the air around the four of them, forcing the molecules to vibrate with such a force that they heated rapidly, making the air uncomfortably hot.
“Try not to sweat your mask of makeup off, or ruin your clothes”, the voice growled at them again, followed by another demonic cackle that slowly faded away.
Talia’s face remained squarely in her book the entire time that she was screwing with them, hiding her amused grin. She knew there was little chance they knew what she was capable of, but she didn’t much care if they knew it was her. Still, she doubted they did.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Oct 21, 2015 6:43:25 GMT -5
Ethan was on his feet as soon as the TA-or-dumb guy started pouring his drink on his hand. Tallis noted, with only a tiny bit of disappointment, that his power couldn't be re-heating drinks if he was pouring it away instead of just zapping it warm again. The droplets of fluid floating in the air for a second and Tallis was just a bit mesmerized by the way they hung there dude that's an awesome party trick until four droplets suddenly shot towards them. Ethan turned and spread his arms wide, the cider hitting his back and arms instead of (judging by where they splattered on Ethan) the group's faces. Claire produced a make-up wipe from her small clutch she carried everywhere and passed it to him.
"Dude took it personally," Tallis started with a small frown as Ethan wiped the backs of his arms where the cider had hit. He opened his mouth to continue, but a sudden deep and growling voice sounded next to him. It didn't take a genius to figure out it wasn't his friends messing with him. Mel and Ethan were looking at both him and Claire with matching confused expressions, they couldn't hear the voice Tallis figured, but Claire just pursed her lips, looking completely unimpressed and it is pretty unimpressive, I mean that man-child-guy just tried to decapitate us with cider. He felt the air suddenly heat up but it didn't exactly compare to a New York summer.
"I came from Florida, my make-up has survived hurricanes and tropical storms," Claire said bluntly, tossing her hair over her shoulders. She'd probably already figured out who the voice was coming from. Tallis' eyes flickered to the fashion-challenged girl with her face in a book. There was a threat to Claire's make-up, it was almost definitely some retaliation for the judgement on the girl's outfit. Must be something to do with sound waves or something, girl's all smoke and mirrors.. Claire, he noticed, didn't even bother to check her make-up. Ethan and Mel were still wearing their confused faces but he just shrugged.
Tallis didn't look back at the girl as he said, "Girl can't take criticism. I mean as far as threats go, my mother set the bar pretty high, this doesn't even make me flinch." If she'd heard their commentary on her outfit and isn't that a creepy power, supernatural eavesdropping she'd probably heard that too. He wasn't lying either, nights of sleeping on dirty coats and covering his tan skin in foundation to try to cover bruises and glasses smashing on the wall behind him, the shards slicing his skin as they bounced off him flashing through his head before he firmly shut them away.
"These guys need to learn how to take a joke," Mel commented, sitting up a bit straighter in her seat and Tallis couldn't help but agree I mean super punch girl was the most violent but that was all doughnut, she didn't turn it on us like these two. There was a murmur of agreement from Claire and Ethan. Tallis cast his eyes around the room again, finally resting as he noticed someone looking at them. It was the guy in blue and gold, looking right at Tallis was an amused expression on his face, just a small quirk in his lips as though he'd found the entire exchange funny but not enough to join in. Huh. There's that. Tallis winked at him and shot a cheeky grin before turning his attention to the man who's footsteps were loud to the point of being obnoxious.
A sharply dressed man, clearly faculty and looked like a hard-ass looks like a caricature of a Disney villain in black and red and boots that stood out in all the wrong ways. He even had the villainous goatee and whatever work he'd done to his eyebrows just wasn't quite right if you have facial hair shouldn't that be the defining feature on your face, not can't-be-tamed bushes above your eyes? But despite that, he had a presence, something about the way he walked and held himself, his posture and expression, it demanded attention and he was practically sweating authority. Between entering the room and taking a seat at the front of the auditorium, he never said a word but every single eye was on him.
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Post by Shoni on Oct 21, 2015 8:47:35 GMT -5
Looking up from his vandalized book, Flint glanced at the source of the clacking sound that echoed through the room. An imposing figure had walked onto the stage. The suit he wore seemed to exemplify his aura of power. Despite such an intimidating appearance Flint nearly let out a small laugh. The man on the stage, presumably one of the instructors or principal, had some of the bushiest eyebrows he had ever seen. Choking down the giggle Flint reached into his bag and pulled out another book. It was much smaller than the history book he had previously been engrossed in. Its pages were thin and bound in black leather. There was no apparent title on the cover, simply a small rune imprinted in the bottom corner. Flipping through the pages Flint examined the instructors face carefully.
“He isn’t on the list.” Flint mumbled to himself before shoving the small book back into his bag. Looking up, his eyes fell on the bleacher clique. “Maybe I should add one of them to the list.” The thought drifted around his mind for a few seconds. Flint slowly shook his head from side to side. “I don’t think it’s worth it.” He thought to himself.
Reaching back into his bag Flint found another piece of toffee and threw it into his mouth. Looking back at his book he returned to blacking out large blocks of text. He didn’t want to get involved in this exchange of powers between the two cliques. After all he didn’t have any particular connection to either group and no one had messed with him yet.
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Post by SHADOWMASTER89 on Oct 21, 2015 16:24:20 GMT -5
Doesn't even make you flinch huh? Talia thought as the clique on the bleachers whined about being messed with the way they were messing with people. If only they had any idea how lethal her powers really were and the fact that at a young age she had already had blood on her hands, so to speak. Talia shut her eyes tightly and just focused on the endless vibrations all around her, trying to find any distraction to stop her mind from delving into the memories of the night she had accidently become a murderer.
She sensed the loud clacking of shoes coming from the front of the auditorium, likely long before anyone else noticed it. However, she soon lost interest in the clacking sound as her senses washed over the front of the auditorium and discovered the source, just before he walked in and took a seat.
Talia opened her eyes and peered over the top of her book to see a sharply dressed man in red and black with his hands in a steeple before his face and a sneer across his lips. Had it not been for her other senses she’d likely have written him off as some douche bag, one-percenter trying to portray himself as a villain out of some comic book. However, his molecular vibrations were extremely bizarre, even the vibrations of the air around him seemed odd. She did not exactly know what this meant, but regardless he was a man and an authority figure and so he was not to be trusted. She had few ill feelings about boys her own age or younger, but older men in general were never to be trusted, a belief that she had her abusive father and the police where she once lived in the US to thank for. Plus, the way this man looked over the students in the auditorium also made her suspicious of his actual purpose for being there.
She quickly cataloged him in her mind as someone to avoid whenever possible and she was now a bit anxious to see what the rest of the faculty were like. All she could do now was pray that the entire faculty was not male, that she could simply not deal with.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Oct 21, 2015 16:32:59 GMT -5
He'd been here before. No, he hadn't. Well, somewhere like here. Yeah, obviously, this was what a basketball court looked like. No, but this place specifically. The ceiling hadn't been arched, and there had been lightbulbs all along the front of the stage, and the rings of the court had been painted in blue instead of red, but the walls had been just the same, exposed brick long and white plaster short, and the scoreboards had hung in the same two corners, and if he tuned inward he could hear the kids at play, an echoing rhythm of shout and footfall and rubber against polished wood... No. He'd never. That wasn't his. Deandre leaned back against the brick, rubbing his brown cheek with the cap of the pen. He'd been about to move on to the next section but a thought had struck him. He might not have written this one down already. He turned to a fresh page and wrote: FRESH YR. HOWARD'S EVERY SATURDAY AFTN. JUST ME, BAD HABIT. LOVED THE GRILLED CHEESE. GR CHEESE AND A MILKSHAKE. EVERY SAT AFTN SAME WAITRESS. COLLEGE? PRETTY. ALW SMILED WHEN I CAME IN. KINDA LIKED HER. ALW TOOK MY ORDER. END OF YR REALIZED MISTAKE. DUMB SHIT 14 YR OLD ME. NVR OUT TO EAT BY MYSELF BEF HIGH SCL. NVR OCCURRED TO ME TO LEAVE TIP. ALW WENT UP TO PAY FOR MEAL AT THE COUNTER. NVR LEFT MONEY. WAITRESS DIDN'T GET TIP. SHE ALW KNEW I WOULDN'T LEAVE A TIP? SMILED AT ME ANYWAY? PUT UP WITH ME? NVR WENT BACK. EMBARRASSED All capital letters to make sure it was neat. If he wrote in lowercase he could never get past one line without going into a scrawl. He marked that off with a big square and then reflected. Yeah, that was definitely his. He drew a star in a free corner. Then he turned the page back. He hadn't written anything about the others yet. The tall, uncomfortable-looking boy down there whose legs barely seemed to fit at his chair, the weedy blond boy who'd somehow gotten the Catholic schoolgirl's attention, the tiny girl behind them who only occasionally popped her head up from beneath her desk, and the white-haired boy with cold features who sat next to her, unwrapping a piece of candy; the cool crowd, a quartet sitting across from him on the bleachers opposite, including a fellow black boy who was as strapping as Deandre was slim (though Deandre's endlessly bunching navy hoodie gave the appearance of bulk); the girl in one of the farthest seats from the stage, her face – like Deandre's own – buried in a book, though she was reading instead of writing. Or was she? She hadn't looked up or turned the page for a good minute. He wanted to capture them all; keep every face in his notes, having no idea who he might make friends with and who never better than to know their name; who, ten years from now, he might want to remember seeing for the first time, and who he'd forget. There wasn't time to record all the faces, all the clothing, all the attitudes, but Deandre tried. He would need another notebook tomorrow. That was fine. He'd brought plenty. I was out of the game for so long I figured I must have lost my knack. And it turns out, yeah! I am terrible!
By the way, isn't "Madeiro" a Portuguese name?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 21, 2015 21:56:56 GMT -5
OOC: Madeiro is a name of Portuguese origins, but is quite present in Mexico. The Madeiro spelling is more common in Portuguese, and Madero in Spanish, but neither one is 100%. And I liked the Madeiro spelling a bit more, though that might just be because I've got some portuguese in my family? The girl peered out from under her makeshift bunker, putting her fingertips on the edge of her chair. Now that Flint was closer, he could tell that she was Asian, though he couldn't discern exactly where she was from. She crept out from under the desktop, and cautiously plucked the candy from where he'd left it. “...Thank you,” She said clearly but quietly. Slowly rising and twisting so as to be properly seated again, she began unwrapping the treat. “My name's Dalisay. Dalisay Salazar,” She offered in greeting, glancing over to see if the older boy was actually paying attention to her, “But everybody calls me-” “Dallas!” Almudena barked out jovially. “But that's not- “ “Oh, come on, nina! Dallas is great! It's got vaqueros and soap operas and Wishbone and it used to be part of Mexico, so it's pretty much the best place ever,” Alma glanced over her shoulder, her eyes brilliant. She turned back to face the front, lacing her fingers behind her head, “I've never ever actually been there, por supuesto.” Dalisay opened her mouth to protest, paused, thought the better of it, and shoved the taffy into her cheek. She chawed away in silence, until Ty produced his spiraling projectiles. The girl instantly slipped under her desk again, spitting the candy into the wrapper just long enough to speak. “I didn't do it!” “We're escalating? Guys, seriously, we're escalating?” Garth swatted the attack-cup out of the air, and pinned it to his desk. He stood up, and turned to face Ty and Almudena. “Maybe I'm the only one who's ever dealt with other Powers before, but escalating is the last thing you ever want to do in the Archipelago. You guys might be used to being the top predator where you come from, but here, we're just guppies in a pond full of sharks,” Garth spread his hands for emphasis. My God, I sound like Terrian... He mulled to himself. “Blandengue, you think these people are going to make a school for protecting young powers, a bunch of us guppies and then throw some sharks in with us?” Almudena hunched forward, leaning on her elbow. “I'm just saying, in the Archipelago, you never what you're getting into when you start trouble with somebody. It takes prudence, just in case. It's not just courting tourism that makes people so polite around here,” Garth turned away from them, and began making his way back to the refreshment table. “For all you know, even I might be one of those sharks.” ----- (Then AFTER Silumas entered the room) Garth rolled three cinnamon coated donut holes onto his napkin, their beige hues popping out against the deep burgundy. Whoever had laid out this spread had sprung extra for seasonal napkins, and then gone with a cheap spread. That meant something, but Garth couldn't quite put his finger on it. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the female teacher ambling her way over to the table. “Ah, hello, Miss?” “Russell. Thyra Russell,” The woman pushed her glasses up above her forehead, revealing friendly brown eyes, “No need to worry about the whole Miss or Missus thing. Superintendent will do, Garth.” “Superintendent? Wait-” Garth fumbled with his snacks, “You mean that you run this entire project, and you're letting everybody goof around like this?” Thyra smiled, her eyes gleaming. “You learn a lot more about what your students will need when you see what they're really like. Think of this as a zookeeper doing field observation, so they know better what their charges will need while under their care.” “Zookeeper? That's hardly flattering,” Garth took a nibble of one of the treats, dabbing at the crumbs with his napkin. “I've yet to see much evidence to the contrary,” Thyra chuckled, “But maybe that's for the best. After all, conflict is what reveals our true nature.” She raised a hand, gesturing towards the bleachers. “That's the in-crowd. Lots of bravado, but I'm guessing they struggle with their own self-worth when they're on their own. They'll need to learn independence, one way or another.” “And I'm fairly positive that's our loner-rebel,” She pointed towards Talia discretely, “She's got to do the opposite; a life without trust in others is like a plant without roots.” “It's a little harder to peg the others, but everybody plays their role,” Thyra lowered her glasses, and turned away from Garth, looking out towards the ocean, “It's just as much an ecosystem as the wilderness. We all have niches we fill, checks and balances that keep things orderly. And just like a zookeeper, my role is to sculpt the system so that every one of you can thrive, even when transplanted so very far from home.” “That makes sense,” Garth polished off another donut, and dabbed his lips clean, “Wait, what role do I play?” “That's up to you, and you alone,” Though he couldn't see her face, Garth wagered that Thyra was still smiling cryptically, “Personally, I think you've got potential to be a real leader and role model for the other students, but Natalie's got you pegged as, in her words, 'the designated kiss-ass'.” “Natalie?” Garth dropped the last donut. It bounced across the floor, leaving a sugary trail as it rolled under the table, “She's not going to be a teacher, is she?” “She was under consideration, though at the present time she had to decline, due to the fact that she's already working two jobs.” “Natalie has two jobs? What, is she like an assassin, and on the weekends she assassinates assassins or something?” Garth knelt down and crawled beneath the table, to pick up the mess he'd made. “Actually, she works as an Insurance Adjustor and Loss Counselor for the Caring Hearts Powers and Supernatural Disaster Insurance Agency,” Thyra noted. Garth hit his head on the table with a yelp. “People aren't as one note as you think,” Thyra offered her hand. She pulled Garth to his feet, her rock solid grip steadying him. Garth rubbed at the lump on his skull, wincing. He glanced over to where Silumas was glowering. “Uh, if we don't have Natalie as the teacher, who are our other teachers?” “It's complicated,” Thyra mused, shrugging, “To be completely forthright, we weren't ready to start quite yet, but the Archipelago forced our hand. Our only option was to start before we had everything lined up, or wait until next year for our certification.” “Of course, I chose the one that would allow us help the most students as soon as possible.” “And... him?” Garth nodded towards Silumas. “He comes very highly recommended. I'll discuss it with you later, but I've done my due diligence,” Thyra's smile faded, her jaw set. As Garth started to speak, Thyra put a finger to her lips. “As I said, I'll discuss it with you later.”
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Post by SHADOWMASTER89 on Oct 22, 2015 14:21:52 GMT -5
Talia had been aware of most of the conversation throughout the auditorium, but much of it was of little interest to her. However, when she sensed the conversation between the pale, sickly boy called Garth and a woman identifying herself as the superintendent of the school, she focused her sonic senses on it, wanting to learn what was really going on.
Well, she is right about this being a zoo, she thought to herself. What troubled her was the fact that Thyra was unwilling to discuss the exact purpose of the evil looking man sitting at the front. Also how is it that anyone thought it was a good idea to start early before you have everything set up the way you need it to be? How is that a good idea? Talia wondered.
This entire situation had just become exceedingly ridiculous to her and she had to wonder if they even knew anything about her past or her powers and the issues she had with them.
Talia could also see that Garth was quite sceptical of all this as well and did not seem particularly comfortable himself. She shut her eyes and began plucking sound waves from the air and focused them at Garth, emulating a generic whisper in his ears.
“So this is her idea of how a zoo should be operated? Just throwing a bunch of different animals in the same room together and letting them interact?” The whisper said while Talia kept her face hidden in her book.
“Makes me wonder if these people even know about their student’s pasts, what we’re capable of or what might set us off.”
Talia was aware that Thyra had labeled her the loner rebel, but she was careful not to mention that knowing it would tip Garth off to who was whispering in his ears.
“Also, what’s the deal with the comic book villain on stage that she won’t talk about, there’s definitely something off about that guy”, the whispers continued. “If the superintendent lady wants to help us so badly, hiding the truth isn’t the way to do it.”
“Also, who is this Natalie woman who might be a teacher and why don’t you seem to trust her? Can I trust you? Can I Garth?” The whispers asked before ending.
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Post by Shoni on Oct 23, 2015 10:15:24 GMT -5
The history book closed with a soft thump. Its pages had been thoroughly marked; names and dates were crossed out. Flint leaned forward onto his elbow and glanced around the room once again. The large sickly looking guy had wandered off to talk to some woman who had just entered the room. She claimed to be the superintendent or something like that. Reaching back into his bag he extracted the small leather bound book again. Turning the pages slowly he began to examine the superintendent’s face. “Also not on the list.” He thought. “Not sure if it would really matter with that guy on the stage though.”
Glancing at the desk next to him Flint noticed the candy was gone. The little girl had emerged from her hiding hole and was now nervously chewing on the tantalizing treat. She was clearly of Asian descent. However, her country of origin was difficult to guess. Another outburst of powers, in the skirmish between cliques, sent her retreating back under the desk like a rabbit to its hole. Sliding out of his chair, Flint sat on the floor between their desks. “No one is blaming you popet.” Flint said as he leaned against his desk. The floor was cold, but not nearly as cold as home. The chill was almost comforting.
Something in the room was bothering him. It had been passively tugging at his mind since shortly after he entered the room. Until now he had been able to distract himself with altering the history book. However, that task was finished now and it was the only history book he brought with him. Now his attention was focused on finding the source of his uneasiness. It was a familiar uneasiness, like it was caused by something he had experienced before. Slowly scanning the room, Flint’s eyes seemed to peer deeply into everything they passed over. Finally they came to rest on the authoritative figure sitting in the center of the stage. Since he had not been on the list Flint had paid little attention to the intimidating man. However, something about him seemed familiar and haunting. This man was defiantly the source of his uneasiness. “How can someone I haven’t met feel so familiar.” He wondered. “I would definitely have remembered eyebrows that bushy.”
As he continued to examine the comical villain, Flint reached forward and grabbed the front leg of his desk. Suddenly a realization fell over him like an avalanche. The front leg of his desk shattered as his grip rapidly tightened and a sliver of grey appeared in his eyes. “It’s that smirk, I’ve seen that smirk before.” The sliver of grey vanished as quickly as it had appeared and Flint began to take deep breaths. “Calm down, he is different; he is one of our teachers. I hope.” Looking back at the desk next to him Flint saw the little girl staring at him. “No one is blaming you popet.” He repeated as he slid her another piece of candy.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Oct 25, 2015 18:25:54 GMT -5
Escalating? There was no escalation on Ty's part, or at least that was how he saw it. In a school social structure, even more so this one, you had to make it clear that you were willing to stand up for yourself of allow yourself to become prey. Ty would never become prey again. He'd had his fair share of bullies over the years and refused to let that happen to him again. A boy by the name of Travis had been the worst of the lot, putting the much younger Ty in the hospital at the age of 10 just for scoring much higher than him on a test. The test probably wasn't the main cause, but the praise for Ty and the scorn from the teacher laid down on Travis. Some people just aren't equipped for dealing with such undue judgement. Ty never forgot that day; the pain of the beating, leaving him with a broken nose and massive bruising, or the mental scarring it had left him with.
Ty's father had tried to teach him how to fight, pushing his son to stand up for himself in the only language that a real bully understood, but Ty was never cut out for physical violence. Always small and scrawny for his age, Ty got very little from the martial arts courses his father made him take except bruises and strained muscles. He always took the path of none violence, using his words to fight back, or when that failed Ty wasn't afraid to call on the aid of his teachers. This made Ty even more of a target and earned him titles such as pansy, baby cakes, and chicken shit. None of that really bothered TY, but now he had a chance to make things better for himself like he had promised his dad he would do before leaving for school.
Ty truly loved his father but life with him was hard at best. Ty's father, Allen, was the head of Turpentine Creek Wildlife Refuge and Bear Mountain Riding Stables & Dude Ranch, leaving very little time for his family. Allen was a hard man and he had to be. Working with big cats and running a dude ranch is hard work and Allen expected his children to be able to keep up with him. Ty never could but his older brother and sister did in spades, seemingly driving a wedge between the father son relationship. Ty did his best, but as close as he could come to helping with either business was befriending a female tiger named Rayn that had come from a traveling circus. Ty was the only member of the family that could get close to Rayn and Ty thought that this would be a bonding point for him and his father. It wasn't. Allen thought that if Ty could do that with one tiger he should be able to do it with all of them. He couldn't. Ty knew that his father tried his best, but sometimes it just didn't seem like it.
Ty's hand floated up towards the silver plated tiger claw pendant that he wore around his neck, a reminder of home and Rayn that is father had given him before leaving home. The night before boarding a flight to the Archipelago Allen had called his youngest son outside to talk. Allen had given him the pendant bound on a leather cord and asked Ty to at least take it with him. Ty agreed and after a few moments of silence Allen began to tell him of when Ty's mother had first come to the States. The community at the time was changing and Allen was in love, but being in a smaller Ozarks city racism was still a point of contention. A few of Allen's closest friends couldn't believe that their buddy was going to marry a Japanese woman, how could he do this to them. Allen explained that it wasn't about them and told them to leave and never come back. Allen and his new family became both a topic of conversation and a point of ire. It was something that Allen did his very best to keep away from his children and it taxed him most days. Ty was shocked to find out that there were people in his community that viewed his siblings and himself as flawed just because half of their genetics were not the right color. Ty absorbed the meaning of what his father had said and put on the pendant. His father really did have the best in mind for Ty, but didn't know how to deal with the situation. Allen was dealing with forces on the outside trying to tell him that he was wrong to love someone of another color, that his children were monsters, and now his youngest had changed so drastically that he may well be. Ty silently hugged his father and went back inside to finish packing.
Dad, I think I understand now. You were trying to prepare me for something like this and I won't let you down.
Ty pulled his attention away from his thoughts and glanced around the room again. A few more students hand joined the crowd since the last time he had looked. A boy blanking out a text book, a girl to one side reading, a boy taking fevered notes. None of them appeared to be to worrying, but one could never tell. Turning back forward in his desk Ty spotted the dark man at the front and studied him as best he could. He had money, that much was clear, but there was something off about him. He seemed to be larger than life, like he was to big for being anywhere but on a throne or at the head of an army. If it weren't for his massive eyebrows Ty would have been so put off by his appearance that he would have thought that someone had put an evil wax sculpture at the front of the room.
What is the deal with this guy? Ty thought to himself as he continued to play with his plated tiger claw.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 25, 2015 21:12:55 GMT -5
“I didn't do anything wrong...” Dalisay slowly stood up, and warily sat back down at her desk, “But I'm the one who gets blamed for everything.”
“That's how it is,” She sighed, dusting off the knees of her overalls. Ignoring the second piece of candy, the girl rested her cheeks on her hands and slouched forwards, squishing her face.
“Those pests that follow me around cause trouble. Even when I'm perfect, especially when I'm perfect, they ruin everything. And now, everybody's so used to those-” Dalisay paused, her eyes darting left and right cautiously.
“Those butts wrecking everything that when ANYTHING goes wrong, everybody points at me.”
“Hey, nina, cheer up!” Almudena reached behind herself and tousled the younger girl's hair, her desk teetering precariously on its back two legs.
“Tell ya what, Dallas. I'll make sure to wreck some stuff too, so all those jerks will have somebody to point at besides you.”
Almudena leaned forward, her desk hitting the floor hard enough that it bounced up before crashing down.
Garth, already quizzically glancing about from Talia's message, nearly jumped out of his skin when Almudena started slamming the furniture around. The youth shakily tossed his napkin towards the trash, and missed.
With a cordial nod towards Thyra, he turned and walked away. As he knelt to pick up his garbage, he muttered to himself.
“I'm not adverse to calling this a zoo, considering that's basically what I was calling it before I talked with Thyra. And I'm not sure they know all of our pasts, but...”
Garth paused, and licked his lips.
“I think we can handle whatever happens here.”
He waited as the whispers spieled on about the teacher on the stage. Slowly, something dawned on him and a wide grin spread across his face.
“Ohhh, you clever dog you. Of course, you presumed I'd think you were one of the students, put me through my paces, and see where I stood on you before classes even started. And I doubt you got hired here without knowing Natalie, so you're either trying to cover your tracks, or you want me to embarrass myself by saying something stupid about her. Nice prank, but you've gotta try harder than that to get me.”
Garth tossed his napkin into the garbage triumphantly, and sprung to his feet. He strode purposefully up to the edge of the stage, and took the steps two at a time. As he reached the top , he paused, wheezing for breath. He looked out towards the entire class, purposefully, and managed to stiffle his gasps.
He began making his way across the stage, until he found the seat next to Silumas. He threw himself into the chair nonchalantly. Leaning over, he amicably slapped the teacher on the back.
“So, how's it going, buddy?”
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Post by Silumas on Oct 25, 2015 22:51:34 GMT -5
Disney.
Comic Book.
My research was...incomplete it appears. Silumas pondered to himself as he looked out upon the students assembled before him. When he and Thyra had finally come to an agreement for him to begin teaching at the school, Silumas had decided to do some studying on what the modern Earthling child would find authoritative and respectful. Apparently, sarcasm and caricature were a popular cultural trope of this plane.
Silumas had not had the time he wanted to absorb the nuances of this plane, and it had caused him some embarrassment. Humiliation was not something the Dark One was used to, and it did not set him within the best of moods. With his rising temper, the thermostat in the room had been rising a few degrees as well. With the unconscious summoning of Fire and Death, which were Silumas' go-to elements for ridding himself of inconveniences, the auditorium found itself warming uncomfortably.
"So, how's it going, buddy?" spoke an insolent little whelp, plopping into the seat next to the Dark One. Then, Garth chose, nay dared, to place his hand upon the greatest, most powerful Elementalist this or any other plane had ever seen.
Slowly, carefully, the magician turned his head to look upon the student named Garth. His eyes were no longer the bright green or deep brown, instead they glowed with a menacing flame, a ruby color both bright and foreboding. Once Silumas had locked eyes with the kid, the Dark One's nostrils flared. A swift breeze picked up within the large space of the room, gathering at him, whipping his suit around. That same air concentrated around Garth's torso, grabbing him tightly like the fist of a giant with a not-so-careful grip.
The Magus stood slowly, his posture loose though his fists clenched in barely contained rage, his gaze locked upon Garth. Silumas turned slowly to face the rest of the student body, and as he did Garth was manhandled from the chair to stay in front of the caster. It was hard to tell when his refined suit of black and red dissolved and was replaced. His new garb was something far more impressive, far older, and far more Silumas' own style. A flowing robe of black silk, loose and easily moved within, sleeves down past his hands when at his sides but now they bunched between elbow and wrist. On the cowl, intricate patterns of skulls, moors, and pestilence were etched in patterns of a dark metal, and seemed to constantly change and move. That movement was a constant amongst the robe's patterns.
On Silumas' torso was a bright white thread in patterns of plants, animals, and people. Symbols of health and nature. His right arm was colored in red silk with the image of a constant flame, flickering with shades of orange giving the illusion of true fire. The left arm was ensconced in images of cliffs, mountains, and plains in a dark brown and light tans. His left leg held various and shifting shades of blue in running rivers and ocean currents. Silumas' right leg was the final difference among the shades, containing the images of a howling wind in yellow.
"Faculty. Only." Silumas spoke, whispering, though his voice carried along the billowing air current now filling the room, pushing his voice out to the rest of the room.
With that, Silumas casually flicked his wrist out tossing Garth back into the auditorium proper, and into a chair. He did so with such force Garth and the chair were pushed back several yards and he almost toppled over. Silumas, however, made a point to grab the front chair legs with the same wind and slam them into the auditorium floor, cracking and crater-ing it a good inch.
Finally, the goatee melted away, along with the bushy eyebrows. The Magus' hair similarly seemed to vanish leaving him with a bald, well-kept scalp, and thin, almost manicured hair above his eyes. The wood beneath the teacher's feet smoked with the Fire mana leaving his will though thankfully nothing sparked fire. Cowl finally put into place, Silumas retook his seat, fingers placed back into the steeple they were before.
Wretched children.
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Post by SHADOWMASTER89 on Oct 26, 2015 0:57:32 GMT -5
As Talia had guessed, Garth was unable to tell that it was her whispering in his ear. However, she could not have guessed what happened next. She felt the words coming from his mouth and understood until he suddenly got the idea that the comic book villain on stage was the one whispering his ear.
She watched as the pale, sickly boy marched on stage and she froze with astonishment before she was able to redirect his suspicions. What occurred next between the two on stage was enough to strike fear into anyone in the auditorium, powers or no. Talia quickly hid her face in her book once more after the man’s appearance changed and Garth was flung back into his seat.
Well, that was unexpected she thought to herself as she peered back over the top of her book, taking in the new image of the man on stage. Ok, so he’s terrifying, had that part right, but...oh god, now he looks like someone tore a bunch of pages out of a coloring book she sighed to herself, smacking her face between the pages of the book.
Not only was he suspicious, terrifying and not to be trusted, as if all of that wasn’t enough, she still couldn’t take him seriously despite it all. Who dresses like that? At least the previous outfit was intimidating she concluded.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Oct 26, 2015 10:43:27 GMT -5
Deandre had been right to leave space under the well-dressed teacher's line. TEACHER? - MUST, GOAT, BROWS - FORMAL CLTH - N/FRIENDLY CHANGE CLTH, HAIR - MOVE W/MIND? AIR? THREW PALE BOY OFF STAGE - "FACULTY ONLY" - When he glanced back down at the page, he saw the words piled together and dipping off the line. Usually this was a reason for a moment of self-scolding, but that didn't occur to Deandre this time. In another moment he was back to scribbling, his eyes still focused on the man. The page would probably be ruined but that was worth it: He didn't intend to forget any of this. How could the man be allowed to act that way toward a student? Was this a place where powers could be freely used for punishment? Then what'd been the point of sending Deandre here at all? The pen stopped, bowed. As he stared at the bald and bare-faced teacher, breathing heavily, for the first time since arriving here he found the temptation hard to resist. This was Candidate Number One. And for no other reason than to give himself the suggestion of power and control, for nothing but a hollow sense of triumph in the face of fear and - was it betrayal Deandre felt? - that was what he squeezed onto the already-caved-in line underneath. CANDIDATE NUMBER ONE.
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Post by Yoshimitsu on Oct 26, 2015 11:43:04 GMT -5
What the fuck.
It wasn't like he'd missed the weedy-looking kid talking to what he guessed was a teacher or the critical glance the pair of them had shot them with some probably insulting comment, but Tallis didn't get why the kid had sauntered, casual as anything and muttering to himself all aboard the crazy train, right up to the stage and slapped the black-suited teacher on the back guy's crazy I don't wanna even be in the same room as that douchebag, definitely wouldn't wanna touch him. Based on the silence that'd fallen over his friends, they were all thinking the same thing. In fact it felt like the entire room was holding its breath, waiting to see how the teacher would respond.
That was not what I was expecting the teacher stood up and the kid looked like someone had his entire chest in a vice, and the wind was spreading, he could feel his jacket shifting and flapping. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead and out of the corner of his eye he saw Claire open her pocket mirror again but he couldn't make his gaze leave the pair on the stage. The guy's clothes were changing now, and his face and his hair now that's a neat trick, how much money does he save on clothes and haircuts? The suit faded away... no it looked like it was melting into something else, dripping and turning into flowing material and colours and patterns, his eyebrows were shrinking and his head was rapidly balding but not shedding. There was a lot going on and as they're robes, who wears robes his robes billowed in the wind, Tallis could make out small details like the peak of a mountain or the beak of a hawk but never for more than a second.
The kid suddenly flew across the room and it didn't look like he'd wanted to, or was even expecting it and Ethan was on his feet again, so was Mel, but Tallis sunk further into his seat and pulled his knees up on a reflex. The chair that the kid had landed in screeched and grated as it slid across the auditorium floor and the noise cut through him this is way worse than polystyrene and it looked like it was threatening to tip over with the kid still sat in it but the front legs slammed down suddenly, the sound echoing in the room. He vaguely noted the boy in blue and gold rushing toward the wimp to make sure he was okay. Looking at what had happened, if he was being completely honest, yeah, they'd been messing with the other kids but it was just pranks. That looked like an outright attack.
Mel was the first one to recover. "I could've done that," she said with a shrug, slipping back into her seat with a sort-of grace, and Ethan let out a nervous laugh, collapsing heavily back into his seat.
"Thoughts, Tallis?" Claire asked and he could hear the curiosity in his voice but whether it was genuine or faked, he couldn't tell. It wasn't a question about what had happened. It was Claire trying to calm him down. He took a second to look the teacher over again.
"Did we travel back to the middle ages? Are we in a church full of monks? Do you see anyone else here wearing robes?" He replied, uncurling his body after a moment and resting his feet on the seat in front again. "And aesthetics, I get it, there's a theme there but he's mixing his patterns. It's like, rule number one, don't mix patterns."
Claire nodded approvingly and Tallis felt a bit of tension bleed out of his shoulders. Fashion, fashion is safe.
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Sure, he didn't sound quite as ostentatious as his colleague but he figured the sound of his flip-flops alternating between slapping his feet and the linoleum floor was loud enough that he'd attract at least some attention. Walking the corridors felt familiar and alien at the same time; had everything felt this small when he was a teenager? Or had he simply grown a lot more than he thought as he'd grown up? He adjusted the messenger bag slung over his shoulder and pushed the door open to the auditorium.
I was always a bit short for the basketball team, he thought to himself as he noted the hoops at either end of the room. Might be a different story nowadays, though it was kind of a moot point at this stage. The room was steadily filling up and he noted the different groups that were forming among the students already, I give it a week before they start mingling further, he thought to himself before taking in what was happening in the room. A lot of eyes kept on flicking towards Silumas and one of the students, a frail looking kid with blonde hair. Frowning, he looked down at the floor. Deep grooves lined the floor for a good few meters and the ground was slightly blackened, like it was threatening to catch fire. He looked back up at Silumas and clocked the change in clothes. When he'd seen the other teacher earlier, he'd been wearing a black and red suit, all flashy and clearly a deliberate attempt to look intimidating. Now he was wearing robes and a cowl, intricate patterns across all the different folds in the material.
He'd walked in on something, even if he didn't quite know what. The air was warm and heavy and there was a hint of a breeze that ruffled his brown hair. Every eye was on either Silumas or the kid, Garth his mind supplied, barely anyone had even noticed him slip into the room.
So much for wearing flip-flops to get attention.
Watching the scene was a woman he recognised, brow furrowed in a small frown. She turned as he approached and plastered on a smile. There was something forced there, though, the smile not quite meeting her eyes like a genuine one would.
"Mr Ginnungap," she greeted, her smile threatening to become a smirk as she extended her hand.
"Miss Russell," Kilik replied, grasping her hand and flashing a good-natured grin. "Or is that Superintendent now? Should I courtsey?"
"Courtseying might be a bit far, you wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea."
"Let's stick with Kilik then, 'Ginnungap' gets to be a bit of a mouthful after a while."
Truth be told, he could count on one hand how many times he'd met Thyra and didn't even need his hands to count how many proper conversations they'd had. It was more one of those friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend situations, six degrees of separation and all that. Powers in the Archipelago all pretty much knew each other anyway, or at least knew someone who knew someone and unless someone had really managed to offend someone else, they were friendly with each other as a general rule. Or, at least, that was Kilik's take on it. He felt like he was asking about people's job references sometimes. He lost track of how many times he'd had to gauge whether he wanted to work with someone based on a mutual friend's opinion of them. Even so, it had still be a surprise when he'd answered the phone and was offered a teaching position at the school.
"So I'm curious, not that I'm not grateful for this opportunity," Kilik said casually, shoving his hands into the pockets of his board shorts. "Of all the guys you could have picked, what made you choose me? I can list at least a dozen guys who'd jump at the chance to teach these kids."
"Honestly? Dependability," Thyra responded with a shrug. "You know how most Powers are, always looking to jump into quests and adventures and getting tangled up with organized crime and the like. While that might be fun and all, we need some people who are willing to hold down the fort, to be a rock for our students day in and day out. And honestly, how many Powers do you know who you could actually say that about? Personally, I think that what we've got here is the hardest quest, and potentially, the greatest reward that somebody could ever ask for."
"That's true. Trust is always an issue," Kilik agreed, nodding. "Sometimes you've gotta trust your friends to deal with something when you can't. But yeah, I've read the dossiers on some of these kids. Some of them have come from some really messed up backgrounds, haven't they? It feels like they need more help than any of them are ready to admit. Not everyone needs their life saving in order to really be helped, these kids need us just as much as someone in a burning building."
Thyra hummed in agreement and the pair turned their attention back to the rest of the room.
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Post by SV on Oct 26, 2015 17:59:25 GMT -5
The clangor from the chair was still reverberating in the high ceilings of the gymnasium when the girl named Dalisay felt a tap on her arm. She wheeled around and found herself face to face with a girl with bushy hair, about her age.
"Can I sit with you?" the girl asked. She cast her hazel eyes warily in the direction of the stage. "That man scares me."
Without waiting for a response, she clambered into an adjacent desk and pushed it closer with a sneakered foot, trying with a kiddish surreptitiousness to keep its feet from scuffing too loudly against the hardwood floor. "My name's Mica," she added, leaning slightly toward the pig-tailed girl.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 27, 2015 21:56:31 GMT -5
Garth groaned, slowly raising his hands to cradle his aching head. A fine, iridescent smoke wafted up from all around him, seemingly pouring off of his skin.
“Ugh, whyyy?” Garth whinged, feebly dragging himself upright.
“Why? Because you saw el diablo, and decided to grab him by the tail,” Almudena retorted, getting up from her seat and pacing over to the edge of the crater, “Gotta give it to you, though, Furball. You've got some serious huevos.”
“No, no...” Garth let out a frustrated grunt, shifting his hands to cover his eyes, “What I'm wondering is why it's always, ALWAYS bald guys. First, Nachoset, then the Lama, and now this. From now on, I'm avoiding the oncology wing in hospitals, so some six-year old with leukemia doesn't mangle me.”
Almudena crouched down til she was at head level with him.
“If nachos and llamas are beating you up, I've got a couple of questions, too.”
Garth sighed exasperatedly. He went to stand up, and his knees gave way, throwing him back into his seat. A strong hand took hold of his forearm, and slowly guided him to his feet.
The youth glanced around, disoriented, until he realized that a stranger had helped him up. The boy was around his age, dressed in blue and gold with a friendly smile.
“Hey, thanks,” Garth dusted himself off, brushing off splinters of wood and flecks of paint from the shattered floor, “Garth, by the way. What's your name?” ---- Dalisay nodded in greeting as Mica introduced herself.
“I'm Dalisay. Dalisay Salazar, but people call me-”
“Dallas!” Almudena called out from the other end of the room.
Dalisay huffed, and slumped in her seat.
“Something like that,” She shrugged, “Anyways, I'm glad we have you! I thought I was going to be the only kid in my class!”
She leaned towards Mica, keeping her voice clear but politely quiet.
“What grade are you in?”
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Post by Tout-Perd on Oct 27, 2015 21:57:25 GMT -5
BLAM!
The double doors by the back of the gym blew open, slamming against the walls on either side. As the impact echoed, a young woman lowered her flip-flop clad foot, and stepped into the room. She was carrying a massive tray of cupcakes in one hand, balanced in the crook of her arm. From each ear, obnoxiously large and shiny apple earrings dangled, which the more fashion conscious observer would recognize as clip-ons. Her hair was pulled into a tight brown ponytail, swishing behind her with every movement.
She took a glance around the gym to orient herself, her brilliant orange track pants and yellow apron making her shine like a beacon. Upon noticing the students nearby on the bleachers, her eyes narrowed and her smile widened. The woman took three steps up to the bleachers, and threw the tray of cupcakes over her head.
Placing her hand on one of the lower seats, she cartwheeled up onto the benches, catching the tray in the middle of her rotation. She landed on her feet, the cupcakes still completely intact and undisturbed.
“Hold this. Thanks!” She shoved the tray into Jay's grip, and began stepping her way up to the very top tier of the benches. The woman cupped her hands in front of her mouth.
“HELLO EVERYBODY, AND WELCOME TO THE TERMINER ACADEMY FOR EXCEPTIONAL YOUTH, OR TAFEY, WHICH I PERSONALLY PREFER BECAUSE IT SOUNDS YUMMIER! I'M EMILY SCHWARTZWALD, AND I'LL BE BOTH YOUR CHEF AND THE DEAN FOR THE GIRL'S DORM! IT'S SO WONDERFUL TO MEET YOU ALL!”
Emily skipped three levels as she bounded past the kids on the bleachers, landing with enough force to shake the whole group. She turned to Jay, and plucked the tray out of his grasp.
“Thanks again, that was really sweet of you!” Emily beamed even harder, “And speaking of sweet, I made cupcakes for everybody! I made each one special, after reading through all the files.”
Her smile shrank one iota.
“Of course, they didn't list the most important thing, what everybody's favorite kind of cupcake is, so I had to guess on that front. I mean, really, what kind of madhouse is this? I'll have to bring this up at the next board meeting.”
She threw her leg up on the step above her, and balanced the tray across her knee.
“I'm guessing you're Evelyn, right?” Emily nodded to the dark haired girl, “I made this one for you!”
Emily plucked a shimmering silvery cupcake with gleaming clear sugar crystals sprinkeled over its frosting. She handled it delicately, despite her prior haste, as she passed it to the fashionista.
“It's angelfood cake, with whipped cream frosting. I thought about making a glow in the dark one, but then I realized it would be morning, and glow in the dark would kinda... not.”
Emily helicoptered the tray across her knee, and plucked another treat from the whirling flurry of colours.
“Ah, Jamall?” She regarded the largest of the students, tilting her head and smiling. The apples swung and bobbed violently, “I thought since you're so strong, I should make you a really powerful cupcake. So I used a pound cake mix, pineapples, and just a touch of rum for flavor.”
She offered him a cupcake topped with thinly sliced piece of pineapple and a cherry, drizzled with caramel sauce in an intricate swirl.
“Don't worry, the alchohol cooks out! I'm not going to get all our students drunk before the first day of school!”
Emily set the tray down as she made her way around Jay. She approached the girl with the lavender hued hair, and nodded to her.
“I know you're Mel! Unless you're actually one of our other students and you dyed your hair purple the day before school, or maybe one of our students is a shapeshifter, and they're pretending to be Mel! In which case I should warn you that ripping off Mel's fashion like that is downright unsavory,” Emily pursed her lips in thought, “But I'm guessing you probably are Mel.”
She regarded the girl's flat expression.
“I'd give you a cupcake, but I didn't make one for you,” Emily shrugged, showing her empty palms.
“Just kidding!” The baker twisted her hand, seemingly pulling the cake from thin air, “It's a magic trick! Cool, right?”
She pushed the treat into Mel's hands. It had been delicately frosted white, with a shimmering ribbon that looked like satin but was crafted from pulled sugar tied into a bow on top of it.
“I didn't know what would be a good flavor for you, so I just went with orange-spice. You like cinnamon, right?” Emily observed Mel's reaction for only a moment before she bounced away, skipping off the bench above and landing on the far side of Carlos.
“And I'm guessing you're... Carl?” Emily scooped up the tray, dipping it so that one cupcake popped into the air. She snapped it up, and offered it to him, twirling it on her fingertip.
“I tried making a computer out of a cupcake, but-” Emily sighed forlornly, “I couldn't get it to run Windows. Vista, right?”
She slowed the cupcake down, rolling it around her wrist and into her palm in a singular smooth motion. Emily tipped it towards him, “So I did this instead.”
The top of the cupcake had half a dozen cogs made out of wafers and frosted silver. Emily took her fingertip and gently pushed at a tooth of one of the gears, and it interlocked with the others, slowly turning all of them.
“Technically, it's a machine! Though I don't know if you can talk with it, or whatever it is you can do with that stuff,” Emily leaned in close, and whispered conspiratorially, her earrings bopping him on the cheek.
“If it tells you not to eat it, don't listen! I think it's biased!”
Standing again, she scooped up the tray.
“It's lemon flavored with a lemon pudding filling. It's not electricity, but it's the closest I could come up with!”
“Enjoy!”
With that, Emily jumped off the top tier of the bleacher, her cupcakes balanced on top of her head.
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