NationStates Jolt Archive

Dancing Penguin's Academy for Enhanced Humans looked like a castle with its three story central building and boys and girls dormitory towers to either side. Buses and cars drove in through the front gate, dropping off students. When the last of the transports left, the gate swung shut and guards took up patrol on the perimeter fence. The new term at DPAEH had begun.

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Darkfist
Corby Black stood with a number of other students who had spent the summer at DPAEH watching the other students pour in. Those around him began to demonstrate their powers to try and gain respect. Corby, a confident Senior, only examined the crowd. He was search for any who stood out as possible candidates for becoming his raiders.

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Mundane
Emily Smith was a frightened Freshman within a surging crowd of chattering people. Nervous and not wanting to be noticed, she had brought her powers up. She saw peoples eyes slide over her, unable to focus on her. A loudspeaker boomed out:

All students will report to their dorms until called together for opening assembly.

Up ahead, the crowd parted: boys going left and girls going right. Emily looked down on the card she had been given:

Emily Smith
Girl's Dormitories
Floor Three
Room 242

Shrugging, she turned right and headed to her room.

A teenage at 5'11 with dark brown hair and eyes walked with the crowd, a pair of headphones over his ears and his nose buried in a book. If anyone got close enough to him they would hear Bruce Springsteen's American Skin (41 Shots). The teen was reading a copy of Todd Stones The Best Defense and very oblivious to the world around him.

Alex Hawke, nicknamed Tempest, weaved his way through the mass of people before reaching a bench to finish the chapter, he sat down and kept reading; when he did he placed in a plain blue bookmark and took a deep breath. What a good story, can't put it down.

Alex smiled and skipped over the next few tracks on his mini-disk player till he reached Backstreets. With piano introduction going through his ears, he headed for the boy's dorm.

<Getting of the buss and looking around the 6’2, 18 year old senior walked into a new life. Still struggling to control his powers, he marveled at the displays that showed around him. Fire, water, bubbles, all were flying around. Suddenly hearing “All students will report to their dorms until called together for opening assembly”. He looked down at his note card that told him where to go… >

Alex Vambery
Boy’s Dormitories
Floor 2
Room 236

“Hmm…” I thought to myself “this will be an interesting year”.

OOC: <-> are way's i show action, or me doing things.

Eoin, age 17 and standing at 6 feet even with the build of a boxer, leaned against the wall just outside of his dorm, room number 237. He was staring at people as they passed, trying to get a simple understanding of those around him. He grew to always be suspicious, alert, when around crowds, but being despised and sometimes hunted for being different can do that to a man. Yet, the rough exterior he put out was just one of the characteristics he had that made him hard to get close to. That and the nickname the "normal" authorities gave him, the Dark Knight, a name that didn't give off a good impression; but it stuck.

He looked at the staircase leading from the first floor and let out a chuckle as some students began showing off their abilities. He turned and entered his dorm, dropping his bag next to his bed as he sat down on the mattress. He pulled out his CD player and put in a Linkin Park: Meteora cd as he pulled out a drawing pad and went to work on his drawing of a demon....

Baslaj Foalc, a 17 year old 6'3" junior, got off the bus. He chuckled at the people showing off their abilities. He walked past them and examined the card he has been given earlier.

Baslaj Foalc
Boy's Dormitories
Floor Two
Room 233

He headed up the stairs towards his room. Once he entered, he unpacked and started drawing some sketches in his book.

Walking up the stairs to the second floor. I noticed how many people knew each other… and how many people were utter fools… I thought “still, at least here I will fit in”. Opening the door to the second floor, and walking through it, I tried to find my room. Ok 201… 202… 214… 225… 226… 233… 236… whew that was a long walk… <opens the door> Hmm… empty, guess it is mine… <throws a small bag onto the bed, then takes of a big camping backpack>. I guess I’ll start unpacking. <Pulls out his laptop, and start playing “energy” (techno).>

Paul Savannah's second year at DPAEH. He sighed as a great crowd was pushing to get inside. He recognised some faces, but he had forgotten the names during his busy summer. Except for one face. His name was Darkfist and joined Earthtide and his raiders last year. Paul, AKA "The Ant", did not like the guy. He tried to avoid eye contact, but Darkfists eyes locked for a moment with Paul's. He shuddered and picked up his pace. Mainly because of Darkfist, but also because he didn't like all the new students showing off with fire.

He was in room 230 on the 2nd floor of the boy's dorm. He had found his room easily and settled in his new room. While unpacking, his thought dwellt on Darkfist. He muttered: "If it's up to me, there will be no raiders this year"

Mika Lidstrom stood in the courtyard of Dancing Penguins Academy for Enhanced Humans watching several students flaunt their powers. For some reason the display reminded her of the mating rituals of wild animals. She was decidedly unimpressed. Quickly growing bored with watching what she thought of as idiotic attempts at one-upmanship, she wandered to the closest building, leaned up against it, and cranked her mp3 player full volume, grinning as a Misfits song began playing. How appropriate.

Standing at only 5'1", the pale skinned, blonde girl had facial features that could have been described as cherubic. Could have, that is, if she didn't work so hard at making her clothing and make-up scream 'fallen angel' instead.

As the loudspeakers blared, the sound drowning out even the pounding music that she was listening, Mika eyebrows raised. "Not even a please," she muttered, opening her eyes and glancing at the gaurded walls. "What kind of place is this?" She continued leaning against the wall, watching the students file into the dorms. Only once the majority of the students had entered into the buildings did she stand upright, and executing a mock military salute, begin heading toward the girls' dorm.

ooc: DomSay? It would be great if you could post in third person like everyone else, thanks. Also, I'll be adding a few side characters as this goes on, but they're just to help the story.
IC:
Darkfist
Corby noticed Mika's salute from the corner of his eye. That one looks promising. Feeling even more confident of his success, Corby pushed his way through the crowd and headed to his room.

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Mundane
"Room 242, this is it," Checking her card one last time, Emily pushed open the door and went inside. Throwing her stuff on one bed, she noticed the other one to be empty. "I wonder if I'll have a roommate."

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Darkfist
Corby went to room 245, noticing many people had gotten to their rooms ahead of him. A few seemed to recognize him. Opening the door, he was greeted by the clatter of keys. His roommate was hunched over a computer, muttering something.

"Hey, Techie," The guy looked up.

"You're back, Darkfist," Then he returned to the computer.

"I suppose you're going to skip the opening assembly again this year." Corby shook his head, through they had been friends longer than either could remember, he would never understand Techie.

Greg "Techie" Johnson was a computer whiz with no equal. This had a lot to do with his power: telepathic communication with electronics.

"Not this year," Corby was surprised by Techie's swift answer, "I want know who he is."

"Who who is?"

"Our new principle. Everyone's really upset about him, but the penguins say his appointment was 'In response to certain events which transpired last year." With that, Techie turned to Corby, who was grinning.

Tagoo...

OOC: Not to be a pain, but you should be using the word "principal" instead of "principle"...the first refers to a person, the second refers to a type of thought...

IC:
Travis strode into the school's compound, noting the security that was evident about the place. Casting his eyes about, he watched with a keen eye the various individuals that roamed about on their own. Some felt the necessity to display their powers, others, like him did not. He studied each individual's clothing, their outward attitude and their eyes. Their eyes gave him the most information about them. It was said that a person's eyes were the windows to their soul. Yet, what many didn't realize was that it was also a mirror of their personalities...

Hearing the over-amped loudspeaker, Travis strode silently with his duffel bag in hand toward the boys dormitory. He pulled the room assignment card from his pocket, and read the room typed upon it:

Travis O'Neill
Boy's Dormitories
Floor Two
Room 232

(OOC: For some of you, you'll recognize the significance of the room number :P)

Opening the door to his room, he surveyed the interior. It was a typical dormitory, two beds, two desks, two dressers and a computer, furnished by the school for his use, as requested on his application. He dropped his bag on the bed by the window, glancing out the window at the fence before collapsing upon the bed. He was tired, having traveled over two thousand miles to attend this school.

He only hoped it was worth the trip...or someone would not be happy to see him...

Eoin put aside his drawing, which was actually coming along very well, and pulled out the days schedule. Nothing planned for today study wise.....His eyes skimmed down and stopped on an assembly. Hmpf, a welcoming assembly tonight? They better have some food, I'm starved, he thought.

He sat up on his bed and put away his cd player and listened to the sounds outside the door. There were still students moving about the hallways, either talking to old friends or lost and trying to find their rooms he guessed. He looked at the metal Timex he was wearing, still hours away from the assembly.....

A handsome teenager stood quietly and uneasily in front of the school's main entrance, gazing serenely at twin set of doors. Garbed in a traditional Chinese outfit, the teenager looked quite dashing. He was Zhong Yuan, heir to generations of swordsmiths and swordsmen. Although he felt that something was not right, Zhong Yuan was unable to pinpoint the source of his unease. With a sigh of resignation that helped to brush aside his nervousness, Zhong Yuan adjusted the slung laptop case and hoisted massive suitcase, walking forward and entering the building, as he thought quietly to himself. It must be a leftover tingling from that chemical accident... Nothing is wrong...

Glancing quickly down at his assignment slip, Zhong Yuan located the stairs and climbed up to the second floor, seeking room 231. With long strident steps that helped to hide his anxiety, Zhong Yuan located his room. With a small push, Zhong Yuan opened the door, revealing a typical dormitory, two beds, two desks, two dressers, and a telephone. Shaking his head, Zhong Yuan entered the room, dropping his massive suitcase at the foot of the closest bed to the window and plopped onto the bed. As the mattress squeaked, Zhong Yuan opened his laptop case, revealing a state-of-the art laptop. With a wry smile, Zhong Yuan turned the machine on...

(OOC: FYI, Zhong Yuan hasn't discovered his abilities again... He doesn't know that he can fly yet...)

ooc: Sorry everyone, just waiting to see if anyone else who signed up is coming...

OOC: that’s ok, I know I am waiting for that to. Btw, feel free to throw in a roommate for me if you want to, or if anyone else wants to. Otherwise I may add one, some time later. (And ill use 3rd person, from now on.)

ooc: Thank you for using third person. When I said I'd be adding characters, I ment relavent ones. I'd prefer if everyone stuck to using the characters they ran by me in the sign up.

In room 244 Alex lay on his bed, typing on his laptop and listening to the Boss. He surfed various news sites before getting off the internet. Turning off the music he went to his bag. He pulled out a few DVDs, flipped through them before he opened the port on the side of his laptop and put in Aliens.

He started watching the film, wondering who he would meet, how the year would go. And, if he could use his powers for any fun.

Travis slept soundly for about an hour, before waking peacefully and more relaxed. Yawning, he sat up, rubbed his eyes with one hand and looked at his watch.

Getting up, he moved over to the desk to turn on the state of the art computer. It whirred to life, and brought up the sign-in window. He typed in his ID number promptly recieved a "Welcome" message from the school. He read quickly over their words, only keeping in mind the important information. Apparently, there was going to be an orientation tonight, after dinner.

With a sigh, he stood, fixed his hair and made his way out of the dormitory, making his way back outside the building. He didn't know if he'd get in trouble for being out here, but he figure that he'd find out soon enough. He looked overhead as thunderclouds rumbled across the sky.

Travis grinned slightly, sensing the rain that packed the pregnant clouds. He breathed in deeply, savoring the fresh smell of the rain. Upon coincidence, the first drops began to fall, gravitating toward the earth. Travis simply stood there, closing his eyes and raising his face to the clouds. He could feel each drop as it impacted, then coursed its way down his body and finally dripping to the moist earth below.

At the moment, he felt completely at peace...

OOC: DP, Sheyrena has an amulet that she recieved in the Celadrin thread that gives her the ability of astral projection. She will have it on her, but she doesn't have to use it if you would rather she didn't. Just let me know. And I am going to be daring and room with Emily :)


IC: It was pouring rain as Sheyrena Rhys-Ane, a slim quiet sixteen-year-old with bright green eyes. She was nervous about starting at this new school, especially since she was a bit old to be a freshman.

But Liam had thought it was a good idea for her to be around kids her own age, and as he was the leader of the Celadrin clan, she had obeyed, much as it pained her to part with her friends. Especially Roman, the man who had become like an older brother to her.

Sheyrena pulled her Celadrin amulet out of her shirt and rubbed it a little before putting it away. Then she took a deep breath and walked into the front door of the girls' dormatories.

"Room 242, third floor," she whispered to herself. She made her way up the stairs and down the hall to the room. She got to the door and stopped. She put down the small bag containing all of her worldly belongings, closed her eyes and placed a hand on the smooth wood of the door.

There was another girl already in the room. Sheyrena could sense her through the door. She didn't want to pry, so she did not try to read the girl's thoughts, but she did sense her emotions. The girl was a bit nervous, but not hostile at all.

Sheyrena picked up her bag, composed herself and walked into the room. She tossed her bag onto the empty bed and walked over to the girl.

"Hi. I'm Sheyrena. I guess I'm your new roommate."

As Mika found her way to room 223 she noticed that there were only a few people left out in the hall, presumably greeting old friends. My, they do take orders seriously around here, she mused. She walked into her assigned dorm room, finding it still entirely vacant. "Cool. Wonder if this means I get the room to myself?" she grinned, throwing her bags on the bed nearest the outside wall. She stopped for a second to take in the spartan surroundings of the standard dorm room. Not so cool, she thought. She reached into her bags and pulled out the few decorative items that she had managed to back away - a couple of small black iron candle holders complete with black candles, and a poster featuring the skull logo of the band The Misfits. She placed these around the room. "Meh, a little better. I'll have to bug mom to get her to send me more stuff."

She started to pull out her laptop and connect it but then thought better, "I wonder if they even respect privacy around here?" she muttered, grimacing at the possibility of having to purge some of the more personal files she had stored, and deciding to put off that task, hoping to gain further information.

Sighing, Mika shifted her bags to the floor, flopped onto her bed and begin looking through the written information the school had provided her upon arrival, hoping to find out what time the dreaded opening assembly was set for.

As the rain had started, Paul "The Ant" hurried in. He hated the rain. His clothes had not gotten too wet so he decided he could leave them on. He started exploring the dorm. But his dorm was like about every dorm he'd ever seen. Boring with boring, topped with boringness. Paul made his way to his room.

As he had nothing to do, yet the school year hadn't started, he decided to get to know some of his fellow dorm dwellers. He knocked on 231, but no one answered. So he tried 232...

knock knock

(OOC: The door to 231 is actually open and you should see a guy on a laptop...)

In room 236, Alex was listening to music, and unpacking all at the same time. Briefly glancing up to check the time, he noticed that rain has started fall. Chuckling to himself he thought “should I play with lightning today…” hmm… his Laptop was getting low on batteries, and all that green grass was a little tall for his liking… Making a quick decision he came up to the window, and opened it. Putting his hands outside he noticed that a few students were walking about; he also saw one enjoying the rain, while others were running here and there. He noticed the guards keeping a watchful eye on everything, and realized that doing a prank on the first day of school, that has 10ft high walls and armed security guards, would probably not be the “brightest” idea. So instead he started looking for a power outlet with which to recharge his PC.

ooc: Astral projetion is too similar to Mika. So, no, don't use it.
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Mundane
Emily jumped at Sheyrena's voice. For a moment, Sheyrena found herself unable to look at Emily. When that passed, Emily spoke:

"Gees, you startled me! I'm Emily Smith." She smiled, "Are you new here as well?"

OOC: Sorry about the delay in posting; it's been a busy weekend. I'll leave my characters' room numbers open, so that anyone who wants to have one of them as a room mate can do so.
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The Artist
Arthur grinned as the rain poured down around the bus. He had been working on a drawing since he first noticed the dark clouds; now, he simply concentrated on the scrap of paper in his hand and was carrying an umbrella. It was black, matching his hair and jacket. He strode calmly through the rain to the dormitory, simply allowing the wet umbrella to vanish as he entered the building.

Conflagration
Figures it'd be raining the day I arrive... and figures I'd forget to pack an umbrella, to.
Ben Darith sighed. Ever since he had first learned to use his powers, he had looked upon rain as a severe inconvenience. He hurried to the building as quickly as he could, barely glancing Travis standing in the rain as he went past. Once he reached shelter, Ben relaxed. With his power at full strength, he dried quickly; by the time he found his room, his clothes and his light brown hair were perfectly dry.

OOC: Okay Kharrol. Alex probably needs a roomate. You can pick which one.

Alex turned from watching Aliens when he heard the door open. He watched as another teenager walked in and placed his stuff on the vacant bed. Alex paused the movie, brushed himself off, and stood. He smiled at the newcomer.

"Hey, I'm Alex Hawke, but some call me Tempest."

OOC: Eh, Eoin and the Artist might get along, since Eoin kinda leans to the bad side, and the Artist is in league with Darkfist right?

IC:

Eoin stood at the window watching the rain fall. He sighed and checked his watch. He stepped away from the window and stretched his arms, then sat on the ground, and stretched out his legs and back. He had a system where he did a quick workout everyday. He rolled over onto his stomach and got into the push-up position. One, he lowered then pushed back up. Two, three....five...ten...fifteen, he continued until he reached fifty then rolled over onto his back, took a quick breath, and started his sit ups. One.....five....ten....

OOC: Sorry FCN. I actually checked all the room numbers first, but I must have overlooked yours. Pretend I didn't knock at your door
knock knock at 232 still stands

Travis lowered his head and sighed. It was almost time for the orientation thing tonight. He made his way back inside the dormitory and up to the second floor. He paused as he studied the figure knocking at his door.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded, with an icy tone in his voice.

(OOC: He's just cold to the world, his life experiences cause him to be like this.)

OOC: OK, so that's Ben with Alex and Arthur with Eoin.

IC:
Conflagration
"Hi!" he replied, with an answering grin, and offered his hand. "Nice to meet you. My name's Ben Darith; I'm sometimes called Conflagration."

The Artist
Arthur entered his new room and discovered Eoin doing sit ups.
"Greetings." he said, setting his stuff down. "It seems we'll be rooming together this year. I am Arthur Korendal. My friends usually call me Art."

Eoin looked up at the newcomer, who seemed to be is age. He stood from the floor.

"The name's Eoin Celtica," he said holding out his hand. "The cops call the Dark Knight, but Dark suits just fine."

"Pleased to meet you, Dark." Arthur replied, shaking his hand.
"I take it you've had a few run-ins with the cops? I've never gotten along very well with authority either..."

"The cops don't take to well with those who like to stick up for themselves around here," answered Eoin, a memory of his first run in with the cops, and how he discovered his ability to turn into a demonic creature. "I've always looked out for myself anyway, no need for the boys in blue." Eoin looked at his watch.

"We might want to get ready for that assembly they're holding downstairs....."

Alex shook Ben's hand, and found the other teen to have an equally firm grip.

"Happy to meet you. Sorry if I seem silly by asking this, but what does 'Conflagration' mean?"

"That sounds like a good idea, yes. Do you know what we need to do for it?"

Mika eyed the the brochures the school had provided. Hmmm... seems like I have a little time still. No need to sit around here waiting to be called like some military cadet .... or dog she thought wrinkling her noise. Might as well get to know my surroundings. She wandered out of her room and began casually strolling the halls, making mental notes about the the layout of the dorms, paying special attention to the orientation of the outerwalls with the rest of the school. Occassionally, Mika sighed deeply and stared off seemingly into space, pretending to look just a touch forlorn. Anyone seeing her might have come to the conclusion that she was homesick (or so Mika fervently hoped).

Baslaj was getting bored so he decided to wander the school. He turned into a mouse, dug a hole in a corner, and ran around inside the walls examining the structure of the school and where everything was.

ooc: Do fleas fly? Whatever... I'm really buisy this evening, however tomorrow I will post the call for the opening assembly and we can get this thread moving!

OOC: I think so. They're like smaller versions of flies.

Alex shook Ben's hand, and found the other teen to have an equally firm grip.

"Happy to meet you. Sorry if I seem silly by asking this, but what does 'Conflagration' mean?"
"No problem, it's hardly an often used word. Basically, it means fire... especially in large quantities."
He grinned.
"So why Tempest, if you don't mind my asking?"

OOC: Sorry I didn't see that earlier; you must have posted while I was typing my other post. What are the odds?
Oh, and fleas don't fly, though they can jump very well. My family traditionally has pet cats, so I've got a lot of experience with them. I think you're thinking of gnats?
A site about fleas. (http://www.ucmp.berkeley.edu/arthropoda/uniramia/siphonaptera.html)

OOC: Ok. I edited.

Alex smiled as he made sure a few things of his wouldn't blow away, he turned around, ejected the DVD from his laptop, and put it away. His back was turned as he spoke.

"No reason."

At that moment a small six inch tornado appeared on the floor in front of Ben and began to move towards the other teen’s feet. Small objects in the room flew a few inches or even to the other side before stopping. Then as quickly at it had come, it had disappeared. Alex turned around and smiled.

"I just like messing around with the weather, indoors and outdoors. Sadly, I can't do it for very long, and the range at which I can project it isn't too great."

"Erm..." Paul hesitated at the cold tone. "My name is Paul. They call me they The Ant, because... well... I'm like an ant trapped in a human body." He hesitated again, not sure if he was welcome and should just leave. Curiosity conquered his doubt: "I live in 230. What's your name?"

Travis looked coldly at Paul, his unnerving look causing Paul to shift uncomfortably. When he spoke, his voice was low, yet clearly audible.

"Travis O'neill. 'The Waterboy' some call me, but I prefer 'The Avenger'."

The look in Travis's eyes was dark and filled with a hidden rage. But, it wasn't a rage at Paul, it was reserved for others...

He pushed past Paul the Ant and unlocked his door, and walking inside. He left the door partially open, leaving it up to the Ant whether or not he dared to enter.

Travis lay down on his bed, putting his hands under the back of his head, staring silently up at the ceiling.

Ants don't like water... he thought to himself with an almost sadistic tone in his thoughts.

ooc: Perfect, everyone. At this point no more characters may enter. Let the games begin!
IC:
Mundane
All students will now proceed to the Assembly Hall for the opening assembly.

Emily looked at Sheyrena, "Guess we gotta go." She stood and walked out the door.

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Darkfist
Corby turned to go, "You still coming, Techie?"

"Just a minute, I'll be done in a minute."

"Good, I wanna go meet our new principal..."

Baslaj heard someone speak through the speaker system. All students will now proceed to the Assembly Hall for the opening assembly
Time to go thought Baslaj. He went into a stall and turned back into himself. He walked out and headed to the Assembly Hall.

Finally finding the electrical outlet, Alex heard “All students will now proceed to the Assembly Hall for the opening assembly”. Pointing at the outlet then his computer, he said charge (following which a bolt of electricity shot form the outlet to him, to the computer, charging it up to full). “Well that was a nice warm up,” said Alex, “I should head over to the assembly… after all there may be food.” <Turning around, and starting to open the door. > “Oops I oh most forgot to turn of my PC.” <Turns of PC then opens the door and walks out.

"Guess that is us Ben, time for my vanishing act."

Fog appeared out of no where. Alex had a huge smile on his face as the fog filled the room.

He quietly snuck around Ben and into the hall, it was then the fog disappered. Alex laughed and walked down the hall. That felt good. He headed downstairs and towards the Assembly Hall.

Just as Paul intends to walk into the room of the cold Travis, or 'Waterboy' he shuddered Best to think of him as 'The Avenger', the speaker blurted out the message. Again indecision seized Paul "Erm....Travis... Are... err... Are you coming to the opening assembly too?"

Travis looked at the guy with a cold look that could have frozen him to the spot.

Finally, he broke the silence that lay between them. His voice was like a fire through the icy chasm that seemed to lay between them.

"Yeah. We've got to go anyway."

Travis locked his door and turned to the stairs, heading toward the auditorium, where he suspected the opening assembly would be.

When the announcements came blaring over the loudspeakers, Zhong Yuan twitched. With swift movements, Zhong Yuan closed his laptop and placed it carefully it the bag. With swift, fluid movements, Zhong Yuan stood and walked stridently out of the room, closing the door behind him. As his eyes darted hither and thither, he walked gracefully down the hall, ignoring the other students as his robes flowed through the air. With mammoth strides, Zhong Yuan walked down the stairs and headed towards the auditorium...

"Guess that is us Ben, time for my vanishing act."

Fog appeared out of no where. Alex had a huge smile on his face as the fog filled the room.

He quietly snuck around Ben and into the hall, it was then the fog disappered. Alex laughed and walked down the hall. That felt good. He headed downstairs and towards the Assembly Hall.
Ben chuckled and headed for the assembly hall. It was nice to know his room mate had a good sense of humor...
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"Opening assembly, eh?" Arthur sighed. "Well, I suppose we'd better head over. They might actually have something important to tell us. Not likely, but you never know..."

Eoin nodded to Art and headed out of the room for the assembly hall. They better have something to eat, he thought. I'm damn well starved.

That roommate of mine isn't too bad, glad it isn't some preppy know-it-all... He soon neared the crowd of students and turned to see if he his roommate was following. Might be better to sit next to someone you know a bit....

Darkfist
Corby and Techie enterd the auditorium with everyone else. Rather than trying to find a seat, Corby mearly plopped down in the center row. As he went down, however, the darkness rose up to meet him, creating a large, black arm chair.

"You're such a showoff," Techie muttered as he wandered off to find a seat for himself. Watching him go, Corby noticed an increasing amount of students staring at the stage. He looked to the stage and grinned. Standing at the podium was a penguin clad in a cape, top hat, and monocule. In his wing he clutched a cane, which he was rapping against the podium to try and get everyone's attention.

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Mundane
As Emily entered the auditorium, she heard a tapping from the stage. When she looked up, she smiled. Her parents had told her about Ambassador Bogeyfeather. He was the penguin's representative to the UN before resent events had forced them to rethink their membership. He constantly fought to reduce regulations on humans and cut down on the Ethic Enforcers' numbers. The crowd was slow up ahead, aparently someone had thought it a good idea to set up a chair right in the middle of traffic...

Sheyrena sighed and followed Emily out the door towards the Assembly Hall.
All the kids made her really nervous. She wasn't used to people her own age.

Everything is so different here... she thought. I wonder if I'll ever fit in.

She finally reached the Assembly Hall. It was packed. She looked around for an empty seat and spotten one right next to Emily.

"Mind if I sit here?" she asked with a shy smile.

Finding the assembly hall was not a problem, getting over the shock of seeing a penguin wearing a cape, while holding a cane… well that was a slightly different matter. After a few second of open jaw staring, Alex decided to grab himself an open seat. Which conveniently enough was in the middle of the first row. Unfortunately for Alex, just as he was about to have a seat, some kid jumped into his spot. Seeing a cloud of red filling his vision Alex extended his hand to the kid who stole his seat, saying, “hi there, you seam to be quick on your feet…” as the other kid shook his hand Alex send a large electric pulse through his hand japing the other student, making him jump out of his seat and onto the floor. Smiling to himself and saying “Oh I guess you want me to sit here… thanks!” Alex sat down smiling all the while thinking … “this year will be fun…!”

Alex entered the hall and moved through the students towards the front. Most were stopped by someone's chair. No one tried to get him to move, they just tried to go around him. Alex looked around, the only free chairs were past the teen's chair in the row. He walked up behind Corby.

"Please move you chair so the rest of us can pass."

Baslaj walked into the Hall only to find the way blocked by a seat in the middle aisle. He sighed. He turned into a rabbit and hopped under him and then took a seat in the front row off to the left.

Travis was among the last to walk into the auditorium, followed by the Ant. Almost immediately, he spied a few seats down the way. But there was a slight problem...

The arse who decided to be a prick and get in everyone's way with his little sh*t chair.

There was another student that was trying to be polite. It didn't seem to be working. Travis approached him, and pushed him aside lightly.

A cold voice sounded from behind Corby.

"Get out of my way."

No response.

Travis looked about, looking for a source. He finally spied it. The AC unit.

Suddenly, Corby was lifted by a surge of water, his chair underneath him, and lifted straight upwards. Travis reached into the water, and spread his hands aside, as if brushing a curtain aside. A door-like hole was opened.

Travis turned to the others waiting to get past Corby.

"Problem solved."

He stepped through and made his way to a seat, keeping his mind concentrated upon the water pedestal, as he waited for the others to pass.

The Ant followed Travis silently. Jeez, how can he be so cold? We just met... He shrugged He must always be this way. So the Ant followed his new "friend". We could be friends anyway... And down the stairs they went. In the hall there was Corby. Everyone tried not to bother Corby, but Travis pushed forward.

Before Paul knew what was happening a jet of water was bursting out of the floor. His insticts forced his to jump away. Away form the water. He hated it. He knocked some people from their feet. "Sorry, sorry, sorry..." He looked around to see who he knocked down.

Darkfist
Some people had told Corby he had anger problems... they were right. Corby jumped off the gyser, grabbed Travis' shoulder and turned him around.

"People call me Darkfist, this is why." Travis found himself in the grip of a huge, black hand. Corby lifted him a couple feet of the ground and slammed him into his chair. "You will respect me or I will have your head on a stick of my own creation."

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Mundane
Emily was just about to respond to Sheyrena when she heard a comotion from the middle row. She heard a passer-by mutter, "Pissing off Darkfist on the first day? That kid must have a death wish..."

Sheyrena didn't wait for Emily to reply. When she saw the boy with the huge black fist slam the other one to the ground, she acted on impulse. She had noticed him blocking the aisle before, and his arrongance was really beginning to irritate her. She ran over to the fight, closed her eyes and concentrated.

When Sheyrena opened her eyes again a moment later, the boy with the black fist was suspended, immobile, in mid-air, some ten feet off the ground.

"You are not the most powerful person in this school." she said to him, keeping a firm hold on his limbs and torso with her mind.

OOC: I wouldn't mind having Sheyrena be the leader of the resistance against Darkfist, if you still need someone to do that.

Alex watched it all from a front row seat. Thinking to himself… “Shocking… turn around, if I do say so myself.” <Standing up> Alex said “ladies, gentlemen could stop playing around, and just sit down, I want to get through this and get some food. But you are making this far to difficult.” <Reaches out with his powers he begins gathering electricity to knock out the “difficult” elements of those participating. >

As he began charging up, the air around him began to be electrically charged, metal began to be a problem (static shocks). And the hair on his head rose and fell in an odd patterns, being moved around by present electricity, it glowed a faint blue. (Electricity, which was gathered from the lights and power outlets, that are present rather close by in any assembly hall.)

Darkfist
"On the contrary, I belive I am," The fist streched out, flicking Sheyrena square between the eyes. He droped, landing on spider legs, and stalked over to Sheyrena, his black fist turning into a spiked bludeon.

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Mundane
Emily rushed over behind Sheyrena and claped her hand over her mouth. Corby stopped advancing and looked around. "Where'd they go?"

Emily dragged Sheyrena back over to their seats and sat her down. "Gees, do you know nothing about this school?" She asked.

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The penguin rapped his cane against the podium and spoke in a clicking voice: "Please, everyone, take your seats!"

Alex gave Corby and angry glare. He disliked when people refused to act like gentlemen. He took at seat and relaxed. He looked back at Corby before turning back to the podium, he still couldn't believe a penguin was speaking, he had only seen them at the zoo waddling around, but this was out of this world.

He thought back to Corby and his rude behavior to Sheyrena. Several seconds later a small dark cloud appeared over Corby and rained a little. Enough to get his hair very wet and part of his shirt damp. Alex didn't think it was much, but it was enough he hoped for Corby to get the message someone didn't like his attitude.

Alex smiled and waited for the presentation to begin.

Eoin took a final glance behind him for Art, then walked into the room to see a jet of water pass by him. A student jumped back and bumped into him, knocknig him back on the ground, where Eoin land back on his arm.

A surge of anger pulsed through him, and his right arm shifted to the appearance of molten rock with small flames leaping up. He had the sudden urge to fight, and jumped to his feet, but Eoin stepped back and took a breath before he shifted entirely. "Control," he muttered to himself. His arm shifted back and he glared at the student that bumped into him.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..." said the student.

"Watch it!" Eoin said angrily. The fight that had erupted before him soon ended with the student called "Darkfist" looking in wonder for another student that seemed to vanish. Eoin pushed past the small crowd of people still standing and found a seat in the last two rows on the isle.

OOC: With 2 Alex’s this is getting a little confusing. I’ll call mine Alek to simplify and give him some distinction.

IC: Just as Alek was about to release the build up of energy he collected, the fight just… disappeared. Looking around confused and now charged up, Alek felt somewhat cheated. Then the penguin spoke, and he soon forgot all about the fight, staring at the oddly dressed, cane-holding penguin. Unfortunately Alek forgot to release his stored up power, making his hair waive back and forth, as well as glow with electricity. Which made him stand out quite a bit.

Zhong Yuan quietly took his seat in the back of the auditorium, sitting unobtrusively as he surveyed his peers in disgust. Already, his arrogance was clouding his judgment as Zhong Yuan began to form opinions on everyone that he saw. What a bunch of bozos... I can’t believe my parents sent me to this stupid boarding school… Damn’t… Thinking crossly to himself, Zhong Yuan crossed his arms, attempting to remain aloof in the background, ignoring the glances that the other students made at his traditional Chinese garb. Snorting in disgust, Zhong Yuan sat back and went to sleep, ignoring everything, retaining his detached attitude and his independence.

Darkfist
Some people had told Corby he had anger problems... they were right. Corby jumped off the gyser, grabbed Travis' shoulder and turned him around.

"People call me Darkfist, this is why." Travis found himself in the grip of a huge, black hand. Corby lifted him a couple feet of the ground and slammed him into his chair. "You will respect me or I will have your head on a stick of my own creation."


Travis cracked his neck, the sound clearly audible to the students sitting closest to him. His eyes grew furious. Sheyrena, who sat in front of him, turned around to face him. Her eyes widened as she watched his own liquify and become swirling whirlpools of dark blue water. Travis concentrated his anger, forming a shape elsewhere in the room.

He stood and faced Corby, his voice sending chills into many students' spines.

"Young man! Sit down!" cried the annoying penguin at the podium.

Travis ignored him. He addressed the dipstick.

"You know...I didn't attack you. I merely moved you aside. You will regret becoming the focus of my fury, fool! Oh...and you may want to turn around..."

Travis stared deathly at Corby. Even with over twenty five feet between the two, it seemed they were breathing into each other's face. He pointed with a finger behind Corby. Corby, after watching him for a brief moment turned around...

And suddenly recieve a powerful, packed punch delivered by a fist of water, similar to Corby's own. The effect was the same as a falling object hitting the surface of water. It was like being decked by a fist of concrete. Corby's ooof! was briefly heard as he flew backwards and crashed into the podium on the stage. The penguin standing there jumped out of the way, just in time.

All eyes turned to Travis. Many were beginning to wonder the same thing:

Are these two going to be like this all year?

Yet, they realized that with a bit of provoking, Travis would be a powerful one to answer to.

And some realized that they might not be able to take him on, and survive...

Travis remained standing, watching as Corby stood to face him, fury in his own eyes. Travis spoke,

"The score's settled...for now."

He sat down and beckoned for the penguin to start his announcments. He kept his eyes upon Corby.

One day, he's going to realize that the world doesn't play by HIS rules. It'll f*** him up and spit him out like the sh*thead he is...

OOC: BTW, Dancing Penguins: I just wanted to state that it appears that you brushed off Sheyrena's attack too easily. Here's my evidence:


[...]the boy with the black fist was suspended, immobile, in mid-air, some ten feet off the ground.

As a person who's RP'd with Sheyrena before, I just wanted to state that her powers, when she was 10 years old was equivalent to that of Professor X from X-Men. She's now 16 years old. By now, she's honed her skills and is that much more effective in fights. I suggest you fix your post to account for this...

OOC: BTW, Dancing Penguins: I just wanted to state that it appears that you brushed off Sheyrena's attack too easily.
ooc: Corby didn't move at all. He only extended the shadow fist. I advise YOU to remember who's thread this is.

(OOC: Calm down DP. If you insist on godmodding and being an ass, you will lose all of the experienced RPers in this thread and you will gain a very, very bad reputation.)

OOC: 5CN is right. For all of our sake, I will ignore your last snide comment. ON with the thread please...

OOC: *strangles the FT people for failing to tell me about this thread*

Darn, i missed a good concept. It's all your fault Tarl! lol. DP, would you mind if i throw in a coupla cameos from the Superheroes thread? Maybe have the Legends come in to show these kids what real power is about, lol.

And oh yeah, DP, try to host your thread the way I do mine: keep yourself open to opinions from others. It helps to avoid arguments.

Eoin took a final glance behind him for Art, then walked into the room to see a jet of water pass by him. A student jumped back and bumped into him, knocknig him back on the ground, where Eoin land back on his arm.

A surge of anger pulsed through him, and his right arm shifted to the appearance of molten rock with small flames leaping up. He had the sudden urge to fight, and jumped to his feet, but Eoin stepped back and took a breath before he shifted entirely. "Control," he muttered to himself. His arm shifted back and he glared at the student that bumped into him.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..." said the student.

"Watch it!" Eoin said angrily. The fight that had erupted before him soon ended with the student called "Darkfist" looking in wonder for another student that seemed to vanish. Eoin pushed past the small crowd of people still standing and found a seat in the last two rows on the isle.
Having gotten separated in the crowd, Art finally caught up and found a seat near Eoin.
"I couldn't see exactly what happened, but that looked like a bad fall." he said quietly to his room mate. "You all right?"
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Ben found one of the few remaining open seats while everyone was watching the confrontation.
Getting into a fight in the opening assembly... Some people are crazy! he thought.

OOC: *strangles the FT people for failing to tell me about this thread*

Darn, i missed a good concept. It's all your fault Tarl! lol. DP, would you mind if i throw in a coupla cameos from the Superheroes thread? Maybe have the Legends come in to show these kids what real power is about, lol.

And oh yeah, DP, try to host your thread the way I do mine: keep yourself open to opinions from others. It helps to avoid arguments.
ooc: Sure GU. If you wanna throw in a character as well, go ahead. Just don't copy anyone else's powers...

About my last post, sorry. I've been overwhelmed and quite cranky.

OOC: Ok.......now i'm kinda at a loss as to which character to use. Perhaps I'll just stick to doing cameos, and my first cameo:

Arashi Hiyuuki
Age: 20
Sex: Male

Fighting Style: Hereditary "Courage" pyrokinetic powers + Clan Hiyuuki "Fist" Techniques + self-assembled martial arts

Description: Wears jeans, a red shirt, and black leather biker jacket, and sunglasses. Has shoulder-length brown hair, with a streak of white.

Strengths: His hereditary pyrokinetic powers are hotter than any other type of pyrokinesis recorded in history, and is especially powerful against enemies which have evil-type powers. Moreover, he is also immune to the typical pyrokinetic's weaknesses, as his Courage flame can burn through almost anything.

Weaknesses: Although he can take more damage than a normal human, he's no tank.

Fave Quote: "Heh heh heh. Can't stand the heat?"

Bio: Arashi Hiyuuki is the eldest child and only son of Takeshi Hiyuuki, the Sensei of the Hiyuuki dojo, and the future Heir of the Hiyuuki Clan. His powers stem from the hereditary "Courage" pyrokinetic powers of the Hiyuukis, and his flames are legendary throughout the world. In fact, the "Courage" flames he wields have far surpassed that of his father's, and he has already defeated Sensei Hiyuuki in battle. The Hiyuuki Clan has been the traditional rival of Clan Hikurai, and this rivalry has reached deadly proportions in the past, but nowadays Arashi has a relatively peaceful rivalry with Shinji Hikurai, the Heir of Caln Hikurai. Personally, Arashi is a gregarious and popular person, the star of the show. His opponents have described fighting against him in these words, "Facing Arashi is like looking into the eye of a firestorm. You'll be lucky to escape unscathed."

Role in this thread: Arashi is merely taking a vacation, as he is wont to do, and this school had him interested, so he kinda paid a visit to see what kind of denizens are in this school. He may pop in and out at times, and one of his purposes is to see whether the school would be suitable for his 18-year-old sister, Reiko Hiyuuki, and while he knows that a school like this would test her sister's skills, she might also not like the constraints inherent in here. Anyone may feel free to attempt to engage him, but be warned, Arashi is a Legend in his own right, not quite as powerful as 5CN's Lance Crusade but close, and he also has the mental strength to break all types of holds on him, mental or physical.



Well, that's it then. He's not gonna play too big a role in this story anyway, so i'm not too particularly concerned if he seems godmodded.

OOC: Ok, here comes my first IC post......

IC: "Fighting on the first day in school? What ill discipline. Even I didn't behave like this when I was in school, and goodness knows i was bad enough then."

Everyone in the hall turned to look at a figure leaning against the doorway. The figure who spoke was a young man of 20, with shoulder-length wavy brown hair marked by a streak of white, and a boyish face half-covered by sunglasses. He wore a black leather jacket left open, a red shirt visible underneath it, with jeans, and leather shoes. And everything about him bespoke power beyond anything anyone in the hall could imagine.

"You", the young man said, pointing his finger at Corby, "Punk, you want respect, that ain't the way to get it."

"Who're you?", Corby demanded, his anger rising in a flash of heat. "Don't you know who I am around here?"

"No, and I do not care, after all I'm not a part of this school. I'm just browsing around the place. All I know is, you're being a good-for-nothing punk, bullying the kids around here. And as for me......"

He adjusted his sunglasses, then went on,

"Remember this name well, punk, for it's the name you will be defeated by. I am Arashi Hiyuuki, Heir of the Hiyuuki Clan, the Clan of the Fire of Courage."

At this, he turned his right palm upward, and a tongue of crimson fire burst forth from his palm. By sight alone, it wasn't much to speak of, but a wave of emotion swept from him through the hall, jolting everyone with the sense of pure power. Those who were against Corby had their spirits lifted with an unexplained increase in Courage, while those allied with him shrunk back against Arashi's power, Corby himself included.

"Well, punk, you ready to face the big time?" Arashi asked, extinguishing his flame.

OOC: DP, Arashi is a Legend and a god-slayer, at the peak of his abilities, and in no way would he be defeated by mere students. Take note of that, for he can break any inferior attempt to diminish his power.

OOC: GU...your character totally ignores the rules of having weaknesses, and being a resonably strong but still possible to defeat character. If you would tone down your guy's power a bit, that'd be great. Perhaps, you can have him at a younger age, when he wasn't so powerful.

Having gotten separated in the crowd, Art finally caught up and found a seat near Eoin.
"I couldn't see exactly what happened, but that looked like a bad fall." he said quietly to his room mate. "You all right?"

"I'm just fine," answered Eoin. "Some guys decided to try and act like the "alpha male" around here then some kid jumped back right into me. Nearly lost my temper...." Eoin chuckled to himself.

Well, that's it then. He's not gonna play too big a role in this story anyway, so i'm not too particularly concerned if he seems godmodded.
ooc: GU is fine. Just make sure you stick to being a cameo and don't get involved with the fighting. Again, feel free to throw in a more appropriate character if you want to extend beyond a mere cameo role.
IC:
Darkfist
Corby may have had anger issues, but he wasn't stupid. Well, not really.

"No, I must admit I cannot compete with the likes of you just yet. But some day I will be strong enough and when that day comes you will all bow before Lord Darkfist!" With that, he created a new chair to sit in. This one, however, was fringed with large spikes.

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This is not good, Ambassador Bogeyfeather surveyed the students. A fight this early was an ill omen. Though the penguin did have to pat himself on the back for wisely allowing Arashi to attend the opening assembly. He waddled over to what had once been the podium and pulled out the microphone.

"Well, lets settle down folks. Hello, I am Ambassador Bogeyfeather. I would like to welcome all of our foreign students to the nation of Dancing Penguin as I welcome all of you to the new school year. There are a lot of changes this year. Due to last year's incidents, cameras will be recording everywhere starting tomorrow. Excluding restrooms and your rooms, of course. Also, as I'm sure you all recall, there was a rule last year concerning girls and boys not being allowed in each other's rooms. This rule has been lifted. There is still the strict 10:30 curfew, however. Breakfast will start at 7:00 each morning. Classes begin at 8:30 and run until 3:00, with a 12:00 to 12:30 lunch break. The rest of the time is yours, though I suggest you tend to your homework before running around with your friends. You'll find we take education very seriously here in Dancing Penguin."

"There are no classes on Sunday and breakfast begins at 8:00 and continues until lunch. As we value religious freedoms almost as much as we value education, tomorrow will be the day to sign up for transportation to any religious ceremonies you may wish to attend. There will be no homework assigned on Saturday, so Sunday is completely yours."

"However, the biggest change is your new principle, Mr. Samson." There was a collective gasp from all students who lived in Dancing Penguin. The muscular man with a scared face who stepped onto the stage was unmistakable. It was Thaddeus "Razorwire" Samson; the infamous hit man whose face had been plastered all over the news following his capture over the summer. The murmurs of surprise silenced as soon as he took the mic.

"As the penguin said, I'm Mr. Samson. Apparently the penguins felt I was the best one to take over this outfit and, if gets time off my sentence, I'm all for it. The last change this year is the reintroduction of the Tournament Of Skills. As you know, the tournament was stopped halfway through the first year after one participant died. This year, however we have such a wonderful nursing staff and you all seem so willing to fight..." He trailed off.

"Finally, it is currently 3:00. Dinner will be served at 5:00. You have two hours to do as you wish-"

Corby jumped out of his seat and rushed to the stage. "May I say something?" Mr. Samson handed Corby the mic. "Anyone interested in joining a team for the tournament should meet me at the old arena behind the school immediately following this assembly." Nodding to Mr. Samson, he handed back the mic.

"That is all, I will see you all at dinner."

Alek looked in wonder at the talking penguin…

He noticed but was not effected by the wave of annoyance. After all only the week minded are effected by such cheep tricks. And there were ways of dealing with fire…

However he was most interested in this tournament… “Tournament Of Skills” was it? The only question he had to worry about was what rules to play by. As well as who would be good enough to be on his team. Whispering to himself “well I might as well go and check out the old arena… as well as check up on the competition, and potential allies”.

<Gets up and walks out>

Alex got up and moved out with the other students. When he made it out of the crowd, he headed down the hallway to the arena. He got there, there was no one else, so he leaned against a tree and waited. I wonder what this tournament is.

Baslaj got up and started walking out. Tournament of Skills eh.... that'll be boring. What's the point of that? He headed back to his dorm.

Travis watched coldly as the young Corby announced the meeting at the arena. He scoffed silently.

He didn't give a damn about the tournament. One's skills were not for entertainment purposes, as he preferred to think. Rather, they were gifted to each of them for a purpose.

But then again...if he were to somehow rally his own group to rival the shithead's own, he would enjoy the challenge that would be given.

Travis stood and walked out of the auditorium, leaving the jabbering students behind. Just before he left, he turned back to the crowd.

He had made up his mind. And so, he took a deep breath and bellowed in a loud voice to the entire congregation:

"The rival team meets in the front courtyard. Get a spine or get out of line!"

He turned and left the auditorium, a slight smile upon his face. Oh yeah, he would enjoy this...

OOC: Don't worry Tarl, my character Arashi is not gonna stick around for long, and neither is he going to fight anyone here unless someone else is boneheaded enough to have their characters challenge Arashi........I'm just using him as the basis for the entrance of the character I'm gonna use for the rest of the thread.......and speaking of that, here's the bio of my character......

Sarah Ann Vandell
Age: 16
Sex: Female

Fighting Style: Bionic Combat Unit (BCU) arts + Chinese martial arts
Powers: Mutated cyborg arm + self-healing

Description: 5 ft 6, lanky, usually wears hot pants and a halter-neck top, shoulder-length bob hair and green eyes. Normal at first glance, but when fighting, her normal-looking right arm mutates into a wanton mass of flesh with cybernetic implants all over the arm. This mutation is her Bionic Combat Unit, or BCU, the result of genetic engineering and cybernetic implantations.

Strengths: Extremely powerful BCU attacks, and very tricky moves.

Weaknesses: Is no tougher than the average teenage girl who has trained in martial arts, and while water would not short out her BCU, electric attacks would, if temporarily.

Fave Quote: "That wasn't very nice of you."

Bio: Sarah Ann Vandell is the daughter of the late Raven Vandell, the chief villain who appears in the thread "The Call For A New Age: Heroes Of The World Unite!" Prior to this, she had suffered from a rare autoimmune disease that was incurable.......until her father managed to research a cure, and embarked on an ultimately fruitless adventure as a villain to provide funding to make the cure for her. For the past two years, Sarah was placed in a stasis cell to stop her disease from progressing any further, and when Raven was defeated by the Legends of Atros, Raven entrusted Sarah, and his company Vandell Corporation to Arashi Hiyuuki, one of the Legends of Atros. A nation struck by her plight contributed to Sarah's welfare, and she finally received a cure for her disease. For the first time in two years, Sarah saw the sun.

However, the time spent in the stasis cell had its side effects on Sarah: the chemicals used in preserving her life had also altered her genes, and when she recovered, she discovered that her right arm would instantly mutate at times of great distress on her, turning into a great mass of flesh she could not control fully, exactly the same situation her father found himself in years ago. Sarah promptly solved this conundrum the way her father did: commission an operation to implant cybernetic technologies into her right arms, not only enabling her to control her arm fully, including mutating it at pure will, but also building weaponry into it similar to her father's a year ago. Now, Sarah looks like every normal teenage girl, but when it comes time for her to fight, her right arm would mutate, expanding into a great mass of flesh embedded with cyborg implants, and equipped with all sorts of weaponry from a Gattling gun to metal shields.

Today, Sarah Vandell inherits the Vandell Corporation from her presumed deceased father, but would only assume full control over the Corporation when she turns 18. Until then, Arashi Hiyuuki acts as her guardian, and maintains control over the Corporation for her. Arashi had made a promise to Raven that he would take care of his daughter, and it is because of this that Arashi has appeared in the DPAEH, finding a school suitable for her.

Sarah will appear in this thread in time, probably the next day after the opening ceremony.

Mundane
Emily, having no interest in fighting, walked past everyone and to see what the outside was like.

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Techie walked up next to Corby as they walked toward the exit.

"Nice speech, Darkfist. Sounded like you already knew the tournament was coming back, though."

"Yeah, a little hacking birdie told me." Techie grinned. Then, Travis made his speech. Techie looked over at Corby and instantly recognized the smug impression on his face.

"Bait?"

"Hook, line and sinker." A girl brushed by the pair and Corby realized it was the girl who had disappeared with the telekinetic at the beginning of the assembly. "I think I may have found my answer," he muttered to Techie before making his way through the crowd after her.

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Emily realized the creepy "Darkfist" kid was following her and quickly buried herself in the crowd, activating her powers.

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Corby swore, he had just been looking at her. Unable to find her, he shook his head and continued on his way outside, thinking, Man, she is perfect for this job

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The "backyard" of the school was somehow larger than the school itself. Corby made his way to the old stadium. Noticing someone leaning against a tree, he yelled, "Come on in!"

IC: Arashi merely took a seat, not even deigning to look at Corby for much longer. He observed the speeches, and also the environment of this place.

"Hmm......most interesting. This may be the right place for Sarah after all. Seems like a tough neighbourhood though.......not to worry about that, Sarah can take care of herself. Better warn her about that Corby kid though.........speaking of which, if that Corby punk wants to bully Sarah, he'll be in for a real surprise.......oh, the speeches are done already? Better go talk to that penguin thingy.....

He walked up to the Ambassador penguin. "Hey......bird, I wanna talk to you. I wanna register Sarah Ann Vandell here. Where do I go?"

Anyone may feel free to attempt to engage him, but be warned, Arashi is a Legend in his own right, not quite as powerful as 5CN's Lance Crusade but close, and he also has the mental strength to break all types of holds on him, mental or physical.
(OOC: Dude... My character, Lance Crusade, is over 2500 years old and he's going to die soon... A mere child with such power is unheard of and is definitely godmodding...)

Mika remained sitting in the backrow of the auditorium as the students began to file out, pretending to be asleep but listening to the whispers. She wondered how many of the students were going to be involved in this stupid 'tournament.'

The administration here puts a criminal in charge and then treats us like we are the criminals with their damned cameras, and all these jerks seem to be concerned about is fighting each other. Haven't they ever heard of 'divide and conquer'? I'm stuck with a bunch of trained circus animals she sneered to herself, and this 'dork-fist' and 'firehydrant boy' appear to be the worst of the lot. Freaking idiots. Ah well, maybe they will cause enough trouble to distract the zoo-keepers (who look like they belong in a zoo themselves).

Rolling her eyes she stood up and made her way to the front of the auditorium slowly, looking for the location of any cameras. She paused, as though hesitant, while listening to the conversation between the penguin and the arrogant but good looking not-quite a gentleman who had broken up the fight at the beginning of the assembly. Damn, no info there. He just wants to put someone into this zoo. Or maybe... maybe this Sarah would be a good person to get to know. I will have to look for her tomorrow. Now not to look conspicous.

As the Penguin appeared busy she approached the principal, Mr. Samson. "Uhm, excuse me... sir. Could you tell me if the rides into town are only available for those who have religious ceremonies that fall on Sundays or are religions with alternate holy days honored as well?"

Alex saw Corby and slowly walked over. He sized up the other teen as he walked across the grass. Alex walked up to Corby and both stared at each other for a few seconds. Alex grinned and held out his hand.

"I'm Alex, but some call me Tempest."

Alek walked outside the school, but immediately got confused about where to go. Looking around he decided to try one way, then another…

He finally arrived just in time to see Alex extend his hand to Corby. Stopping to think and consider his options he began to slowly walk up to the two other students hands in his pokets.

(OOC: Dude... My character, Lance Crusade, is over 2500 years old and he's going to die soon... A mere child with such power is unheard of and is definitely godmodding...)

OOC: Yeah, well when i said 'close', i meant still defeatable by the best in the business, except that Arashi hasn't met them yet. Do throw me some ideas, okay? I'm trying to create my own story of the Legends here.........

The reason why Arashi Hiyuuki, Shinji Hikurai and Michiko Hikoori are so powerful is because of a 3000-year history of their Clans behind them.......a history i have not yet written in NS. No worries though, I'm planning a private RP soon to settle that problem, so.........

Travis halted as he was headed to the courtyard.

The fucking bitch...this is exactly what he would have wanted.

No, Travis would no longer lead the rival team. He had seen many more important beings in the world, had dealt with more than this little boy had. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of having Travis so easily guided like a blind donkey.

No fucking way.

Travis returned back to the auditorium, seeking out the principal (OOC: That is how it's spelled DP).

"Excuse me. First of all, I apologize for my behavior earlier, though I cannot say the same for the other fool. Second of all, please make it known to all that I no longer will lead the rival team in the tournament."

The penguin looked at him puzzlingly.

"Why have you changed your mind? The tournament is a grand one for any to participate in!"

Travis looked the penguin in the eye, "I don't play with mere children."

He left it at that as he turned and walked out of the auditorium.

OOC: DP you did disregard one part of my post- Corby stalked away although I clearly stated that he was ten feet in the air. I don't appreciate my character's powers being so blatantly disregarded. Thanks Tarl and 5CN for backing me up.

IC:

When the penguin left the stage and Sheyrena had gotten her anger under control, she began to walk towards the courtyard. On her way, she spotted the boy who had manipulated the water.

Intrigued, she walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hi. I'm Sheyrena. What you did back there...standing up to that jerk, that was really impressive."

Darkfist
"On the contrary, I believe I am," The fist stretched out, flicking Sheyrena square between the eyes. He dropped, landing on spider legs, and stalked over to Sheyrena...
ooc: That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I apologize if you feel a blow between the eyes would not cause your character to lose focus and will keep that in mind in future posts. Just be aware that I did NOT disregard your powers...
IC:
The penguin called out to Travis as he left:

"Just so you know, I'm not in charge here. Your principal is Mr. Samson. And the tournament isn't-" Bogeyfeather would have continued, but Travis was gone. He turned back to Arashi.

"You should speak to Mr. Samson here about that," the Ambassador gestured a wing to the man behind him. "I'm actually leaving," he glanced at a clock, "Ten minutes ago. My ride is waiting. It has been an honor to meet you, Mr. Hiyuuki." The penguin left the stage and waddled out the door.

Mr. Samson held out his enormous hand to Arashi. "Like he said, I'm Mr. Samson. Now, let's see about getting your kid registered." He turned to Mika, "Don't worry, the pass system will be discussed after dinner tonight. That, and the rules to the tournament." Then, he lead Arashi up to his office to register Sarah.

OOC: DP, I apologize for missing the part of your post about the spider legs. However, I would appreciate it if you would explain how Darkfist was able to flick Sheyrena if she was holding him completely immobilized.

OOC: Well, Gorg, I think I can explain that part for DP. It's actually very simple; Corby's powers are mental rather than physical, and while you had Katie hold Corby immobile, you didn't state that she had overridden his mind or something. Just by that alone, DP is justified in having Corby be able to retaliate.

That's just my reading of the situation. DP, go ahead and RP the process of registration with my character.

ooc: Exactly, GU. Though I do have to ask where the name "Katie" came from...
IC:
Darkfist
"Hello, Alex," Corby shook his hand, "I think we'll wait to see if anyone else shows up before we start." He noticed Alek, "And who are you?"

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Arashi entered Mr. Samson's office and was visibly taken back. It was full of all sized statues of every kind of metal.

"Did them all myself," Mr. Samson said as he sat down at his computer. He pulled a mic up to his mouth and spoke,

"Computer on. Register new student." He put his hand over the mic and spoke to Arashi, "You'll have to dictate her information to me. The computer only recognizes my voice." So, Arashi told Mr. Samson the information and, a few minutes later, Mr. Samson lead Arashi to the door. He handed him a couple sheet of paper.

"These just go over the rules and regulations she's missing tonight. And here's her room card. You got any questions?"

Hearing “and just who are you?” Alek said “just some one who is interested in a good fight”. He then pulls out his hands from his pockets and extends one toward Corby saying, “My name is Alek, but most people call me Tazer. Believe it or not, but I’ve herd some things about you, and you better not disappoint me”.

Dis-Missed Mika thought sarcastically, standing stiffly at mock attention behind Mr. Samson's back. She walked toward the back of the auditorium and started to angrily kick at one of the seats, then thinking better of it, let her foot pass through the chair.

"F**k," she muttered to herself, scowling down at her leg. She began to wish she had never been born 'enhanced.' Especially as that had been the cause of her local government strongly 'recommending' that she be sent to this school - well, that and getting caught breaking just a few laws.
There has got to be a way to make this place tolerable.

She walked outside around the courtyard. Everywhere conversation was abuzz with talk of the silly tournament. More than a few times she heard the name Corby being whispered and linked to words like 'trouble-maker' and 'raiders.'

Why not, she shrugged to herself. Afterall, it was not like checking out one of the teams - and the type of students it attracted- was the same as agreeing to participate in the organized lunacy the school seemed to be pushing down the students' throats.

With a sardonic half grin, Mika headed behind the school towards the old arena, where a small group of her fellow inmates already seemed to be exchanging introductions.

"Hello."

Alex was wondering what this tournement was all about, his mind wandered for a while. Some leaves on the ground suddenly rose and spun in a tight eight inch tall tornado. Alex heard a voice from behind and sent the tornado darting off in Mika's direction. Alex let go of control of it, the leaves slowly fell to the ground as they stopped spinning.

Alex bowed slightly to Mika and smiled. "Hey, I'm Alex, but you can call me Tempest if you feel like it."

Darkfist
Corby laughed, "Well, I'll try not to disappoint you. I'll be calling you two Tempest and Tazer, because I'll never keep Alex and Alek straight." He watched the exchange between Tempest and Mika.

"Such a polite little boy," Corby muttered, "We really will need to toughen you up."

Alek smiled at Corby then said "meh… its alright, I have been called by many names, and I see no preference between one or another…”, he then turned around. Finding out that a girl was behind him… and feeling a bit embarrassed for not noticing her before he did a swooping bow, saying “a pleasure to meet you madam…” then quickly straightened up ready for a slap to the face. All the while struggling not to burst out laughing.

Mika took a deep breath, and holding out her arms walked towards the small tornado, continuing forward even after it had dissipated. After a leaf fell through her boot she laughed softly, and only then did the light breeze seem to touch her.

She nodded to the boy called Alex or Tempest and grinned. Raising an eyebrow she turned toward Darkfist, "Politeness can be a very effective tactic, actually. Catches people off-guard, or so I've heard."

She watched the other boy introduce himself, and then burst out laughing when she saw the look on his face. Composing herself and affecting an over-the-top air of dignity she replied "No need to be so formal, good sir," before she once again began laughing.

Still grinning she looked at all three boys and introduced herself, "I'm Mika. Or Ghost."

"Hmm. No questions at all.", Arashi looked through the rules, then he saw something that caught his eye. This could be troublesome......

"No weaponry, huh?", he said to Samson. "That would be a problem. You see, Miss Vandell is in herself a weapon of mass destruction, as you might say, and it's impossible to remove her weaponry. She could adjust her weaponry to non-lethal means, of course, but that's about all she can do."

"Moreover, she's the heiress to a large conglomerate in my country, and as such she would insist on having at least two armed bodyguards around her", Arashi explained. "So what are we going to do about it?"

All Alek had to say way “Nice to meet you.” But then he added “my name is Alek, or Tazer… and one name is just as good as another.”

He then reached out and “felt” out the nearest energy line, pointing to it he said “and this is why I’m called Tazer…” as soon as he spoke that a blue/yellow line of pure electricity erupted from the power outlet that was a few feet away. Dancing its way to Alek’s open hand in twisted and turned, and then finally curled around his hands. It glowed brightly.

ooc: Wait, we're outside. Where's that power outlet?
IC:
"As you can see here," Mr. Samson pointed to some writing below the rule, "The weaponry rule only applies to external weapons. Most of the kids in this place could be classified as WMDs. As to bodyguards..." Mr. Samson coughed out a poorly disguised laugh, "You can inform the heiress that there is little chance any harm will come to her. We could have the faculty watch out for her if she's truly worried and not just being a brat."

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Darkfist
"Politeness won't be any good for what I've got planned," Corby nodded to Mika, "I'm Corby, preferably Darkfist, but I'm sure you already knew that." Corby leaned against the side of the arena, "Let's wait a few more minutes, see if anyone else is coming."

OOC: you had said that we were next to the old arena. They need Lights to have battles in the evening, and just to power anything next to or around it. So therefore there is need for power outlets somewhere nearby. Also it does not have to be and outlet just anything that has an active electric current.

"Well, that sounds just fine", Arashi said in reply. "Very likely that Miss Vandell would not mind being free of her 'nosy gorillas', as she called them, for a while anyway. Well then, I guess that's all settled. I will bring Miss Vandell here tomorrow. Thank you for your assistance."

He stood up, shook hands with Samson, and turned to walk out. But at the door, he looked back.

"Mr Samson, I will not delude myself that Miss Sarah would not get herself into trouble, and get some battle scars in her stay here. In fact, that's why I'm enrolling her here. But", Arashi said in a menacing tone, "If you are unable, for any reason whatsoever, to preserve her life.........pass a message to everyone here, Mr Samson. Tell them all, that Arashi Hiyuuki swears that, the death of Sarah Ann Vandell, will be the death of everyone connected with the school."

He smiled again, and bowed.

"Have a nice day, Mr Samson."

Then he walked out.

Someone has spent a few too many years having loudspeakers bark out orders in his general vicinity. Mika shrugged. "You're the one organizing this show, Darkfist. Different plans call for different stratagies, of course. I was just pointing out that politeness and weakness are in no way equivalent."

She paused, flopping to the ground and muttered "Although I think the jerks running this damned prison camp are the ones who really need to learn that."

She sat awhile waiting, watching Alek's display and thinking about everything she had read about the nation she now found herself in. Her brow wrinkled. "Are you guys from this...place?" she asked. "Is it true that all the absurd rules in here are actually moderate compared with what's out there?" she gestured toward the wall.

Darkfist
"You better believe it," Corby looked around one last time. Seeing no one, he turned and walked over to the gated entrance to the arena. "Come on, I don't think anyone else is coming." He pulled a key from a pocket and unlocked the gate, beconing everyone to come inside.

The Roman style arena was huge and it was obvious someone had cleaned it recently. The downward slopping seats surrounded a sandy battleground with a circular slab of stone in the middle. Before they entered this battleground, Corby flipped a switch and a domed roof closed over the arena.

"Sorry, but I don't work well with natural light."

Just then, Art and Ben arrived. Reaching the door at exactly the same moment, they glanced at each other, then Ben shrugged and gestured for Arthur to go first.

OOC: Sorry for the late, short post; I've been pretty busy recently. I wanted to get caught up before I got any further, and class starts soon, so I didn't have time to write up anything better.

Alek, kept playing with the electricity in his hands. As Corby opened the door to the arena Alek let the lightning jump onto his hair, creating a small light source as well as giving a slight massage.

Walking thought the door then looking around Alek said… “all I know about the country outside these walls, is that penguins are the ruling class. They make all the decisions, and they can talk…” pauses for a second, then continues “by the looks of things they are not doing a bad job… at least here people don’t randomly drop dead, and get mugged as they fall to the floor.”

Darkfist
"Not doing a bad job?" Corby turned, his eyes burning into Tazor. "We have no freedoms. All forms of abortion and birth control are banned. Relations out of mariage and adultery are punishable by heavy fines and jail time. Taxes are at 100% and the Enforcer Squad breaths down your neck every time you move. Yet you say they do a good job?!" By this time, Corby had swollen into an angry mass of darkness and everyone else took a step back. Corby heard a sound and turned, the shadows falling back, to see a pair of boys walk in.

"Oh, hello there." Then, the floresent lights clicked on.

Travis looked up into the sky, heavy clouds still rolling slowly across the horizon. Rain sat heavily in the clouds, lots of rain...

He smiled evilly as he watched around the corner to Corby and the others. He took care to remain out of sight.

Travis turned away and left his place returning back to the front of the school. He turned about, studying the layout of the grounds, the fences, the building itself.

And he smiled...

Sheyrena spotted Travis walking with a mischevious smile on his face. She went over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?"

He leaned over and whispered something in her ear and her face lit up with a smile. She leaned over and whispered back.

"We might need some backup. I think I'll call in a friend."

Sheyrena closed her eyes, touched her relic, and sent out a mindcall.

Alek paused to consider his words carefully … “while I do admit that its not a perfect world we live in… some alternatives are better then others.” Turning to face Corby he noticed the two new arrivals… being a little surprised he said “um… hello?” Then continued softly “ but perhaps this is nether the place nor the time to continue this Darkfist… perhaps later, when you know more about where I come from, and when I know more about the situation here.”

"Whatever," Corby addressed the group. "Okay, today I thought we'd share our powers, figure out our nicknames, and do a little training." He looked at a clock in the arena. "Okay, maybe not any training. We've only got about fourty-five minutes until dinner."

ooc: Hello!?

Alex looked over the group, none of them spoke, so he did.

"Well, I'm Alex, or you can call me Tempest. As for my powers I can make small weather changes in my immediate area. Fun thing to do, I sometimes like to make it rain over people when they are inside or when it is bright and sunny. Just something I do to pass the time."

When Alex had finished introducing himself Mika nodded and stood up. "Hi. My name is Mika. Sometimes I'm called Ghost."

She walked towards the seats, and instead of stopping continued walking right on through them. She stopped, and turned around and paused. A minute or so later she walked out of the seats and back into the courtyard, her breathing a little more labored than normal. "I can carry stuff with me. But I can only stay incorpreal as long as I can hold my breath."

Darkfist
"I don't think I need to, but I'm Corby Black. You will all know me as Lord Darkfist." He stepped up to Mika and held out his hand. In it formed a black rose. The petals began to fall, disapearing as soon as they left the cental flower.

"I can form darkness into any shape I please. My weakness is natural light," He released the flower, watching saddly as it faded before it hit the ground. "I am also limited by only being able to mantain a shape as long as I am in contact with it."

“Well I might as well be next” said Alek… “my name is Alek or Tazer if you will” a small pause. “Lets just say I play with energy, power, lightning.” While speaking he reached out with his right hand and made the lightning in his hair jump into his hand. Then he put his left hand straight up, with the index finger extended, and said “let there be light…” as he uttered the fraise the lights above him flickered out and died, but at the same time a bright stream of energy flowed from them to Alek’s finger, then his open hand.

Cutting of the flow of energy and then forming it all into a ball floating in his hand. Alek said “I really can’t form it into any useful weapons but there is no need for that is there?” Taking another slight pause Alek threw the energy ball into the distance, first it shrank then exploded as a firework might, scorching everything the energy touched. Rubbing his head with his left hand Alek said “there are downsides to handling a lot of power, to name one headaches… some times strong, some times week, but annoying and potentially deadly… other then a few attacks most of my abilities are defensive or annoying.” A slight smile followed the last word… as everyone will soon find out.

OOC: Can we speed things up a little? I can't bring Sarah in until the next RP day!

ooc: Bring her in at dinner.
IC:
"I was kinda hoping to get everyone in before dinner, but-" he gestured to the clock. As everyone headed out, Corby threw an arm over Tazer's shoulder.

"So, you can turn out the lights? You and I are gonna get along just fine..."

Alek was a little startled by Corby’s hand on his shoulder but that quickly passed. He said “yeah I think we will… after all what good is a distraction when no one can capitalize on it.”

He later added “I wonder how’s the food here, I’m starving.”