NationStates Jolt Archive

It had been documented that every person had some degree of Mental Capability from the day of birth, to the night of death. Encoded deep within the endless ribbons of deoxyribonucleic acid, commonly known as DNA. This was well researched by scientists across the globe, yet books about the very topic of Mental Capability had been censored by government officials worldwide. Only in the fartherest reaches of the globe had such natural abilities been harboured and grown, resulting in some very powerful individuals.

Some had made attempts at trying to harness the power to create entire armies, and some had risen select individuals to levels of high ranking, making a very effective government department. But never before had attempts been made to foster these skills for the betterment of society as a whole, and for general research purposes; least no such cases were known by society as a whole.

Nobody realised the fates of such authors as Alison Benderlink, Liam McClarke, and Peter Orthello. Each of them were well known for their interests in Mental Capability, and were world reknown for their creative theories of general issues abroad, and it was only time before they took an extensive look at the possibilities of Mental Fostering. But strangely enough, one by one, these authors, amongst others globally had been slowly disapearing. Not all at once, as an attempt to avoid the rise of suspicion, but slowly over time. And it had worked, the general levels of society completely oblivious of the conspiricy around them.

Only a select few across the globe were told of the new institution which had been built deep in the mountain ranges, and even those people knew little about the school. With the amount of interest on the rise, Thomas Patterson had made the choice to establish the privately run organisation, which would put the idea of Mental Fostering into practise, effectivly making one of the worlds first known of its kind.

As a child, he had been raised in a strange environment, and from the early stages of his life he developed an interest in his god-given abilities, training himself in their ways. At the mere age of twelve, he realised abilities such as levetation, not just himself but of objects too. Although he was not perfect at such things, many years were spent alone in the library reading books, mostly fantasy about the very things he was experience. But his love for his abilities seemed to cost him one thing, and that was a rise of loneliness.

For hours, he would spend watching the streets outside wondering if there were others alike him, wondering if they too were watching outside thinking about him. One time, he had approached one of the children and actually asked him if they too realised the gift of Mental Capabilty. Unfortunatly, he was displeased to find that they didnt, and living in such a high-class society, the others considered superior than others. Effectivly, Thomas became a social reject, and was forced to feed on the proverbial crumbs which were rejected from the more popular, even these being rare.

For several years he had planning to take action to find out the truth. He still, even at the age of fourty-seven wondered if there were others like him, so he had developed the idea to begin a training school for those with the gift. At this school, he would teach children in the ways, to harness the capabilties and potential already inside them. Hopefully, he would no longer have to reside in the wonders which made him feel alone in the world.

As the only member of the Educational Board, he would be the one to approve and disapprove of applications. Not too many had known of the hidden facility, however he knew that a select few had already been contacted about the school. Even the government didnt know of its existance, it being registered as a research facility for the brain. This was true of course, however should they actually understand the extent, it would be siezed and closed.

OOC: Please note that this is a semi-open roleplay, and does in fact occur in the nationstates multiverse, this thread not nessasarily being a random storyline. I have some ideas where this could lead, but for once its not exactly political, maybe affecting politics in a minor way. And please also note that this isnt a wanky thread, nor do I want wanky participants.

In general, if you want to take part, then you have to RP contacting the school, requesting enrolement, the meetings etc before actually taking part in school activities. This school would be known to only high-class society, however I will allow for some others to know about it, as long as you contact me via telegram first.

Anyhow, like I said I dont want wanky participants, and I dont want this to result in OMG psychic armies RAWR! I just figured this could be something interesting to read and write, and to even add into a nation's story in a minor way.

*Mental Capability: Refeering to the capabilities of extensive mental or psychic ability.

*Mental Fostering: Refeering to the idea of training one in such abilities.

((Might I chance to ask if I could RP a teacher at this school? It looks very interesting, much more professional than most other school RPs, and I think the thread could benefit if I were allowed to run a class on the usually ignored realm of psychokinesis.))

OOC: Yeah sure. Im all up for participants of different kinds. Thanks for the compliment :)

It didnt take too long before he had been contacted by somebody. He had recieved the letter in the post, soon after he had founded the school of Mental Arts. It appeared that somebody from Cyberutopia had taken note of the announcement, and wanted a teaching job at the school. He had never really considered the fact that some might want to teach, but still he was pleased.

He had arranged a meeting on Wednesday the next week, still up in the mountains. There he would meet this applicant, and discuss the terms of the contract. Thomas had not yet decided if they were worthy enough, and he wondered if it was the best move considering that the only students so far were his two children; Elizabeth Patterson, and Sean Patterson. They were great children, and had already displayed some degree of understanding of their Mental Capability.

((OCC:I wouldn't mind if i could take the part of a student.))

but would like to see an idea of its direction before fully commiting.

((OCC:I wouldn't mind if i could take the part of a student.))

OOC: Sure, feel free to make contact with the school, and enrolments will be roleplayed. Remember, its for high-class society only, and it isnt well publically known, least not in the Austar Union.

A Few Rich People, im sorry but I am filtering out most people, and allowing select few in. You did not meet the criterea.

Deep in the halls of the School of Mental Arts

Clearing his throat, he began to speak to the tiny class of children. Although this school specialised particularly in Mental Fostering, they would still be taught in relevant ares of History, English, Mathmatics, amongst a variety of other subjects. Grants were given to the school under the pretext of a research facility, of which the institution was recognised by the federal authority.

Thomas was a clever teacher, and didnt teach facts as such, but rather stories. He found this was a great way to grip the childrens interests, whilst still emplacing factual information into the forefront of their minds. Already some of the children showed to be brighter than others, which was perfectly normal in a classroom type situation, and he provided support for those who were struggling, and praise for those who were doing well. The system seemed to work perfectly, least for now.

A lone black blob traversed it's way through the mountains, a rush of wind from it's rotor blades the only sign of it's passing. Professor Rush Jhalian leaned out the side door of the AsCTH Dark Falcon Transport Helicopter, letting the wind ruffle her raven black hair and the eye-burning lime green lab coat she wore. The school, expertly hidden within the confines of the towering mountain range, loomed before them. The scientist pushed her glasses – which were threatening to fall to a brutal death – back up and examined the impressive facility again before looking down at the manilla folder in one of her hands. The folder contained a small portion of information about the school, along with a tiny photo of the building. It certainly appeared much larger in life, and it was clear a lot of money had been dumped into it.

As a member of the Cyberutopia Scientific Committee, Rush had numerous advantages over the common bumbling scientist, one of these being access to military grade transportation – like she was riding at the moment. Another was the tendency of others to believe her.

The story back home was that the good Professor was going on an extended trip to harvest plant material that could enhance or even cultivate limited psychic abilities in normal humans. Rush looked down at the snow-covered stone below. She certanily wouldn't be finding any of those plants around here. She wouldn't need to, though. Rush had obtained those materials several months ago, and had secretly created a concotion that should have given her some abilities of the fabled realm of psychokinesis. Nothing had come to her yet, though she did feel a little stranger these days. Luckly, none of her colleagues had noticed the subtle changes in the eccentric professor. Hopefully, this escapade would allow her to continue her research and self-experimentation in a more accepting environment.

It would be the end of her career – and quite possibly her life – if any of this got back home. The last time a psychic had lashed out, it did not bode well for anyone.

But for now, the mountain air erased those thoughts from her mind, and the pilot squawked something over the radio. She nodded absent-mindedly, and the 'copter began to settle down on a patch of tarmac. Professor Rush lept off the side of the transport, and looked around the frigid landscape of the school.

It was lucky that the sound of chopper blades echo'd through the mountain and forest ranges so easily, for Thomas had been asleep in his hammock at the time. School proved to be tiring to the professor, and it was quite a habit to reside in a light slumber afterwards. Anyhow, he was quite entitled to; what else does one do when placed in an environment labled by the government as a 'forest paradise'.

The area had its typical camping feel to it, and apparently was prone to bears which were incidently the national animal. Although the likley chances of bear attack were minimal, they still had to remain security concious, and the children were barred from going outside during the night unless escorted by an adult. There were a few rules which were nessasary to protect the children, and their lives were worth much more than any study or development program that Mr. Patterson had in mind.

When he had been dozing, he had gently been awaken by the sound of a distant chopper, something he had trained himself to listen to. Obviously because the school was general secret, only a select few knew of its actual location, and only a few should be approaching it via helicoptor. Wondering who it was, he checked his watch and remembered the application he had recieved. He had been surprised to get an applicant so soon, but still was quite pleased. It was obvious that this person was indeed interested, and that was the kind of people he wanted on the school grounds.

As he gained a visual of the chopper, he watched patiently as it landed on a small clearing. Not quite the place where he planned to build the pad, but still, he was happy wherever they chose to drop him off. He watched as a woman jumped out the side, and began to look around the school, obviously wondering exactly what to do. That was Thomas' cue. Ducking as he approached the chopper, he didnt exactly wish for a bloody death at the helm of chopper blades, so he waved at the woman and called him over away from the chopper.

"Welcome to the School of Mental Arts ma'am," he greeted huffing. He wasnt the fittest man, "I will take you to my cabin where we can discuss what exactly is happening. At least if you dont get the job, I want you to enjoy your stay; you are obviously an interested lady."

It would be a short walk up to the steps of his cabin, which was built beautifully. Although it wasnt exactly architecture like Roman buildings, he was proud of its general simplicity. Mr. Patterson enjoyed a simple life, and a complex one at the same time. This is why he enjoyed teaching at the school so much. The children were obviously gifted, and he smiled as they ran past his cabin playing, showing even the smallest degree of progress.

It was in the small things which showed their progress. Such as the fact that as their feet touched the ground, the grass would bent just slightly away from them; if they decided to wrestle, they would seem to be hovering just slightly, perhaps a centermetre off the ground, if that. Yes, these children were gifted, and only needed their abilities to be harvested if they wanted to grow.

Leading the woman up the steps of the cabin, he opened the front door for him, and allowed the professor to enter in first. As the professor looked around at the decorations of the inside, Mr. Patterson smiled, and started walking up the steps to a level above.

"Make yourself at home ma'am," he called out from the staircase, "I just have to grab a few things first."

With that, he disappeared and left the professor alone in the main room. As the cabin was simple, it was generally a loungeroom, family room, and kitchen all in one, and the shelves were either littered with books on the studies of Mental Abilities, or photographs of Patterson's late wife.

((I don't mean to sound rude, but my character is a woman.))

OOC: Whoops, edited the mistakes and replaced em for more relevant terms...