NationStates Jolt Archive

In the high tops of space there was a station. This station was miles and miles long and wide. It was like nothing anyone had ever seen before. This place harbored some of the most gifted individuals in the universe. Those the likes of heros and villians reside here as the neutral elders prepare them and send them on there way. They care neither for the likes of mortals, but wish to prepare there powers and hone them so they can at least control them. This school brings the gifted from all corners into three class's. The class of Good: Heroic Alliance, the class of evil: The League of Villians, the class of lone wolfs: Black Star. These three schools work together, but also compete until the final battle must commence. It will test villians and hero's alikes for the ultimate challenge. The massive space station carrys rooms for thousands, arenas, classrooms, and many other areas for excersising the young ones gifts. Super teachers perform most of these tasks and are apointed by the elders.

OCC: Assume your charecters have already arrived at the front( the station is ina bubble shield, so there's a field in front of the school)
OCC: Teachers assume your getting ready to teach your class.

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Minervra Okan looked around confidently as the *cough vehicle that brought her* left her standing within the atmospheric bubble. The majority of her luggage -- including her ticket into this school -- had been hauled into her residence, wherever that may be; the staff had made sure to emphasize that the suit was to be worn only in designated situations. She wasn't married to her armor, though, unlike some warriors, but she much preferred the sealed interior and 3-D HUD of the Chozo-designed battle armor. Success in this program would lead to her promotion in the GFSM to the rank of Sergeant, and an upgrade to the Varia type armor.

She strode forward, looking out for other students as she approached the threshold of the building. Spotting no one in her glances, she called out into the hallway.

"Hello? My name is Minervra Okan, Galactic Federation Guardian? I'm here for the educational program?"

Mathieu stood apart from the rest. He looked down at his hands, knuckles still raw from the last scrape he'd gotten into. On the way to the station, he'd been jumped on a lonely country road outside a gas stop. He reached into his pocket, rotating the selection on the iPod he'd taken from his defeated mugger. Shifting his pack, Mathieu sighed. The guy listened to rap mostly, and there were only about three songs he liked. He hoped he could find a computer and erase it.

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ooc: can we assume what our teachers teach?

ic:

Delphina made a short prayer before getting things ready for classes to start. It was her first time teaching at the School, and she wanted to do it right. In bold letters, she wrote on the blackboard, 'Professor Davis.' She disliked her moniker; it hadn't been her who had chosen it, though most of the world still knew her as Deadlight. There were whispers in her head.

"Go away for now," she whispered back, "I've got classes soon."

Rathma was getting ready to teach his class. He wasn't nervous and he was well prepared for the eager students. He was teaching the use of powers and the abilities that they carry. He was teaching in an arena where he was preparing the room to be used for dueling. Rathma glanced around as he finally finished putting together a new device.

'Save the Hostage,' thought Rathma to himself as he laughed at the thought. 'It'll teach students to use their abilities better and dueling will take a few things off their minds,'

Rathma was the teacher for Defence's, Attack and teaching students their abilities that they will master. He mad no doubts the first lot will be cocky or slightly shy. Rathma thought for a moment and wondered if it was possible to expose their powers. He threw that thought out of his mind as he looked at the pile of rocks sitting to one side. Rathma reach out his hand and used his Force ability to pull one of the rocks over to him. He spun it around in mid air for a moment before placing it back on the pile. He took out his flask and drank some of the substance quietly as he waited for his class to arrive. He wrote up on the black board with the chalk as he used his Force ability:

'Professor Phoenix' he wrote on the board as he sat down on the ground and meditated for a moment.

One of teachers of the class of Lone Wolves: Black Star but he was willing to train the villians and heroes as all needed to be taught how to tame their powers no matter what their views were.

Meanwhile

Lucus had finally arrived at school and was eager to start but was slightly nervous around the others. He looked at his tube on the side of his belt as he remembered he filled it up with sand earlier before he came. The school looked grand but like always he didn't know where to go.
"Where is everyone?" he asked himself as he headed towards the front door hoping he could find someone soon.

OCC: yes, you can assume most things ^^

Kash was rather shy when he reached the school. He sat out at the front and marveld at its immense size. He saw a kid listing to an ipod, taking note the messed up knuckles. He then walked up to Minervra and was straight forward " Hey, I'm new here, probably like you, umm..want to be freinds?"

Mathieu sighed again as he eyed the guy eye-balling him. Yes, talk to her, leave me alone, he thought. He frowned; the iPod was dying. Looking around cautiously, a blue thread of energy sparked on his arm, charging it again. Sometimes...it really worked out.

ooc: that's not considered a new power, is it?

"Friends?" Minervra feigned thinking for a moment, before grinning and taking his offered hand (assumed). "Sure, why now? Call me Min." She looked around again, and noticed what seemed to be a staff member walking through the halls.

"Hi," she said to him, "Could I ask where my dorm is?"

"You could," the man responded coolly. "I don't presume I get so much as a name in return?"

Min blushed. "I'm sorry... I am Minervra Okan. I don't suppose--"

"Down this hallway, and to the left." He smiled at her amazement. "Combination telepath and eidetic memory, kiddo. I know that you are the one who is infused with Chozo blood and presumed by the Galactic Federation to be the future savior of the world." The man leaned in a bit closer. "I also know that you have many faults, both personal and external, that need correcting before you're fit to save a cat in a tree."

The man nodded satisfactorily and walked away, and Min watched, not with disgust nor contempt, but with trepidation. What did this teacher -- presumably -- know that she didn't?

"Well, see ya," she said to Kash, not even knowing his name. "I'm headed to my room."

OCC: your fine FUS its energy

" But...ya..see ya" He said lowering his head before walking into the school. He asked the same man, and he pointed him towards the boys dorms. There were three armed guards standing in front of all the students. They sorted the gifted ones out to there respective classes. Kash was sent to Black Star, the place was filled with cold and almost dark beings. Punks, anarchists, and the like to cause trouble but not completely evil.

Mathieu sulked forward, deciding that the dorms were probably all together.

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Time to meet them, Delphina said as she left her classroom. She noticed a girl walking by.

"Hello, Min," she said before gasping in surprise. "So sorry, I shouldn't have done that..." she apologized. "I'm Professor Davis."

Mathieu found himself shuttled along, though he much preferred to be considered a Hero. But his years of wandering had led to a damaging blow to his reputation. He looked down, all the scrapes and cuts from fights didn't help, either.

"I'm getting sick of people knowing my name!" Min said shrilly, before realizing that it was a professor who had spoken to her. Flushing once more with embarrassment, she looked at the source of the voice, surprised to see a very petite and pale woman at about chest level or so with her.

"So sorry, ma'am," she said hastily. "It is a pleasure to meet you Professor Davis. My name is --" Min broke off, a toothy grin appearing. "But you already know that, don't you?" Looking thoughtfully into the classroom over the top of Davis's head, she tried to see the inside. "Might I ask what you teach, Professor?"

Kash sat down in his bunk, below him was another person. He looked the Raver type, he was lisnting to techno with headphones on, had spikey blue hair, tight pants and glowsticks on his wrist in almost a rainbow pattern. Kash walked in and the Raver didn't pay him any attention. He saw the other bed in the room and sat down as he heard gunshots in the hallways. The Black Star had run down dorms, with druggess and other supers in the hallways. The elders wanted them to embrace there independant lifestyle. Heros would find fine dorms and the villians would find gothic ones. Kash set his stuff on his bed and began unpacking.

ooc: gtg, will reply

Clytus Sareau looked over his acceptance letter. They were going to give him quarters in the League dorm, due to his parentage and "powers better suited to theft".
It wasn't fair-he had little say in the contributors to his gene pool, and morality and ethics are hardly inheritted matters. Still, the dark gothic trappings suited him better than the squeaky clean dorms of the Heroic Alliance, and the seedy dorms of Black Star-he shuddered inwardly, glad he at least qualified for decent quarters, even if he was probably the only one to climb the rope in gym without resorting to his powers.
THe nice thing about the League was it didn't particularily care if the student body made itself more comfortable using their abilities. Quietly, he began lifting proper furnishings from Known Space-a king-sized round bed, a Louis XIV armoire he'd fancied, the Captain's seat from the original Star Trek series. He thought carefully, shifting various portraits over his bed and returning them when found wanting...

Lucus was wondering through the hallways when he found his dorm. He found an empty bunk and threw his stuff onto it before he went outside again. Lucus quietly opened his jar and took some sand out before putting it back in. His eyes glanced about as he wondered through the hallways. He wasn't looking for anything until he found an opened door and looked through.

'Must be a fighting arena,' he thought to himself as he noticed someone was sitting down in the main area.

Kash took and shower and came out, he put on a white t-shirt that was tight on the skin, and fitted just right, and then put on his converse and jeans. He shaved the little bit of hair he had on his chin and snapped his finger. He walked out to see the Raver still blasting away with his ipod, there was a crappy kitchen and a little T.V. Kash looked around in the little bunkroom, the door open with the smell of weed coming in. " This isn't the best place, but hell, It will do." He peaked his head through the door and looked down the stairs, and he saw the masses of people walking by the door, doing drugs and firing off weapons.

OCC: please state which class you are in Lynion.

OCC:i menat hero or villian but whatev

Lucus looked at his card he was given earlier when he arrived. It read:

'The Class of Lone Wolfs: Black Star' it read in bold firm letters.

His dorm was to his liking but he was sure he was going to change it eventually. He wanted to put a few things from home on the side table and setup his books so they could be easily access if he wanted to read something. Lucus looked around at the arena but he stood at the doorway as the man who was sitting down hadn't moved for awhile. He thought it would be best to stay out of trouble from the teachers until others turned up.

Kash came back inside and closed the door, almost breaking the hinges. It caused the Raver to take off his head phones and reply in a femanine voice " oh...hello" Kash replyed " Hey..." He gave a confused look and pointed to the door. The Raver replied " All day and night, sleep tight." he said before smiling and giggling. " Damn..." Kash said as he went over to his bed and laid down.

Death
Death watched the "shuttle" that had taken him to this school lift off and advanced towards the (setting?) sun. He then proceed down the nearest hallway, hoping that this group could help him understand his power and how to best control them...

Dragon Gopher
DG proceed to look at the blackboard, thinking of what to write on it.
He decided to just write the basic outlines of his class* and his name.

*Wilderness Survival, 101 subtitling it: surviving when your fancy tech fails
Tracking, 101
Archery, 101
Commuting with nature, advanced course, cotaught by _(who ever our nature powered person is).

DG stood back, and turned towards the empty desks...

"Where did he go?" asked Lucus to himself as he glanced around.

Rathma had noticed Lucus was at the door and had sliently left the room. He was walking through the hallways when he came across a student wondering around.

"You seem lost," started Rathma. "My name is Professor Phoenix and I teach Defence and Attack Powers as well as sport. Are you lost?" he asked the student who looked like to be from Chazaka.

"I'm out..don't get killed" Kash said as he walked out and into the hallways till he got to public area where he ran into what looked like a teacher. He ran into Professor Pheonix "oh sorry!"

bump

Rathma turned around and found a boy who ran into him.

"Lost are we?" questioned Phoenix. "Or are you after something else?"

I can't wait for FUS

Leaving the professor behind, Min found her way to her room, where her luggage had been packed neatly away into the drawers and closet, the bed was made, and the room had a general air of cleanliness. Indeed, it seemed good to be Good. Looking around, she checked in the closet. Tapping a knot, she was pleased to see that this place had aquiesced to the Federation's request. Resting within a compartment was the Power Suit, gleaming and polished.

She closed and locked the door so that she could disrobe to her Jumpsuit (cross-section) (http://mdb.classicgaming.gamespy.com/sm/np_comics/npcomics_2-1.jpg). The sections of the armor came together neatly, as intended, and she once more felt the power of the Chozo-designed combat armor. Nodding as the diagnostics ran, she checked the map system. Sure enough, the school had been cartographed by the system. Locking on to the survival class, she headed in that direction.

Within, a cane-carrying man watched the room hungrily, so it seemed. She looked at the board apprehensively:

"Surviving when your fancy tech fails"

That left a foreboding feeling in her gut.

"I'm getting sick of people knowing my name!" Min said shrilly, before realizing that it was a professor who had spoken to her. Flushing once more with embarrassment, she looked at the source of the voice, surprised to see a very petite and pale woman at about chest level or so with her.

"So sorry, ma'am," she said hastily. "It is a pleasure to meet you Professor Davis. My name is --" Min broke off, a toothy grin appearing. "But you already know that, don't you?" Looking thoughtfully into the classroom over the top of Davis's head, she tried to see the inside. "Might I ask what you teach, Professor?"

"I teach ethics," she answered with a slight smile, "The whole With great power... thing," she explained. "I try to teach that, what we have is a gift, one to be used wisely, for the betterment of the species...that this is our Calling."

ooc: sorry, tiger

Clytus Sareau looked over his acceptance letter. They were going to give him quarters in the League dorm, due to his parentage and "powers better suited to theft".
It wasn't fair-he had little say in the contributors to his gene pool, and morality and ethics are hardly inheritted matters. Still, the dark gothic trappings suited him better than the squeaky clean dorms of the Heroic Alliance, and the seedy dorms of Black Star-he shuddered inwardly, glad he at least qualified for decent quarters, even if he was probably the only one to climb the rope in gym without resorting to his powers.
THe nice thing about the League was it didn't particularily care if the student body made itself more comfortable using their abilities. Quietly, he began lifting proper furnishings from Known Space-a king-sized round bed, a Louis XIV armoire he'd fancied, the Captain's seat from the original Star Trek series. He thought carefully, shifting various portraits over his bed and returning them when found wanting...

Gregory Montgomery looked at his orientation package, and then back at the door in front of him. He was fairly sure he was in the right place. It was dark, and dreary, quite similar to his father's lair, or how his father's lair had been before he died, and his Aunt Betsy turned it into a knitting room. He pushed the door open, and found someone already inside. He wasn't too surprised, generally roommates were expected at schools such as this. The boy seemed agreeable enough. At this moment, he appeared to be plucking items out of the space time continuum. At least he had good tastes. Gregory was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and as always mirrored sun-glasses. He had learned a long time ago, that this would be a necessity, until he gained full control over his powers, he didn't need to spend another night locked in a room, because he hypnotized himself looking in a mirror, and suddenly had unquenchable lust. "Hey," he said to the other boy, who had his back to him. "I guess I'm your roommate."

Lucus looked at his card he was given earlier when he arrived. It read:

'The Class of Lone Wolfs: Black Star' it read in bold firm letters.

His dorm was to his liking but he was sure he was going to change it eventually. He wanted to put a few things from home on the side table and setup his books so they could be easily access if he wanted to read something. Lucus looked around at the arena but he stood at the doorway as the man who was sitting down hadn't moved for awhile. He thought it would be best to stay out of trouble from the teachers until others turned up.
Mathieu dropped his duffle in the middle of the floor, noticing that someone else's things were already in. He sighed; dorm-mates. He took a seat and rummaged through his pack, finding some bandages to change the dressings on his bigger wounds; there was a large gash along his forearm, and a deep cut on his side. The guy had been persistant, Mathieu admitted.

"So, where now?" he wondered aloud, taking out a small cigarillo and lighting it with a spark.

Lucus turned around and headed back to his dorm as he gave up on looking for the man who was in the arena earlier. He walked into the dorm and noticed another boy was in the same dorm.

"Hello, you must be my new room mate," said Lucus as he introduced himself. "My name is Lucus,"

Lucus turned around and headed back to his dorm as he gave up on looking for the man who was in the arena earlier. He walked into the dorm and noticed another boy was in the same dorm.

"Hello, you must be my new room mate," said Lucus as he introduced himself. "My name is Lucus,"
And so it starts...Mathieu said. He looked up and gave Lucus a once-over before speaking.

"Hi, I'm Mathieu," he took a drag of his smoke. He pulled out a rusted tin and opened it, revealing more, "Want one?"

OCC: ill run into Lynino later

Kash walked down the hallway of the Black Star until he ran into the two talking, they seemed much cleaner than the other punks and anarchists. " Hey, you guys new to?"

bump= changed

ooc: you don't mean us, do you?

OCC:yes

"Yeah..." Mathieu said, not offering anything more, the smoke from his cigarillo rising into the air. He took a puff, "An' who're you?"

OCC: You french? ha

" I'm Kash...Kash Wilson, from Calaveras." He said smiling. "Im sure you have heard of the country." Inside Kash thought " Man ciggeretse or whatever he was smoking stinks."

ooc: don't you remember my char info, lol?

ic:

"Mathieu Chevalier," he offered his last name, "And I have no home; I make awareness my home." He took a puff, this guy ain't so bad...

"Sorry, I don't smoke," replied Lucus as he pushed the box aside.

Gregory Montgomery looked at his orientation package, and then back at the door in front of him. He was fairly sure he was in the right place. It was dark, and dreary, quite similar to his father's lair, or how his father's lair had been before he died, and his Aunt Betsy turned it into a knitting room. He pushed the door open, and found someone already inside. He wasn't too surprised, generally roommates were expected at schools such as this. The boy seemed agreeable enough. At this moment, he appeared to be plucking items out of the space time continuum. At least he had good tastes. Gregory was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and as always mirrored sun-glasses. He had learned a long time ago, that this would be a necessity, until he gained full control over his powers, he didn't need to spend another night locked in a room, because he hypnotized himself looking in a mirror, and suddenly had unquenchable lust. "Hey," he said to the other boy, who had his back to him. "I guess I'm your roommate."

Clytus turned, revealing the featureless Noh mask as he regarded this roommate, extending a gloved hand. "I'm Clytus Sareau-haven't picked up a nom du crime yet. Of course, I don't know my classes yet, either-do you know if we sign up for them, or are they assigned?"

Within, a cane-carrying man watched the room hungrily, so it seemed. She looked at the board apprehensively:

"Surviving when your fancy tech fails"

That left a foreboding feeling in her gut.

Dragon Gopher
Glanced over to the door and saw someone in a fancy looking power suit. He inwardly sighed. Then proceed to greet the student, "greetings welcome to my humble abode"


"You seem lost," started Rathma. "My name is Professor Phoenix and I teach Defence and Attack Powers as well as sport. Are you lost?" he asked the student who looked like to be from Chazaka.

"Why yes i am, I can't seem to find my dorm or my first class. This(holds up a datapad) seems to suggest that I have wilderness training in an hour."

OOC: How should I get in? This is already in full swing...

Just run into a class, out of breath and apologizing for your lateness.

Make something up.

"So, you guys are new too?" a seemingly dissembodied voice drifted acroos the room Mathieu, Lucas & Kash were talking in

"Sorry, I don't smoke," replied Lucus as he pushed the box aside.

"Wuss," Mathieu said with a dismissive sigh, taking another puff before putting the stub out on his boot. He took out another but didn't light it, holding it in his teeth.

"So, you guys are new too?" a seemingly dissembodied voice drifted acroos the room Mathieu, Lucas & Kash were talking in

"What-who the hell is that?" Mathieu demanded, putting his cigarillo away and looking around cautiously.

Kai faded into view, leaning against the doorway

"Kai" he said to them "And you?"

Jairan ran around a corner and ran right into Kash Wilson. "Sorry, sorry." He said, picking the knocked over man up.

Kai faded into view, leaning against the doorway

"Kai" he said to them "And you?"
"Mathieu," he answered tersely. Damnit, he's gonna have to keep introducing himself, he thought. "Maybe I should stencil it on my goddam head or something...curious bastards," he muttered, half to himself.

"Mathieu," he answered tersely. Damnit, he's gonna have to keep introducing himself, he thought. "Maybe I should stencil it on my goddam head or something...curious bastards," he muttered, half to himself.

Kai looked at them, studying them

"Good to know" he said, before fading away again

Kai looked at them, studying them

"Good to know" he said, before fading away again
"The fuck was that about...?" Mathieu demanded of the others. He sighed and lit up the cigarillo after all.

ooc: lemme know if his swearing gets too out of hand. i'm trying to make him the toughest 14 yr old i can.

Clytus turned, revealing the featureless Noh mask as he regarded this roommate, extending a gloved hand. "I'm Clytus Sareau-haven't picked up a nom du crime yet. Of course, I don't know my classes yet, either-do you know if we sign up for them, or are they assigned?"

Gregory took the other boys hand, "I am Gregory Montgomery. I do believe they are assigned, though I am not positive on that point. Pretty impressive," he said, gesturing towards the contents of the room. "My things should be along in a bit," he said, as he pulled a plastic bag containing a turkey leg from his pocket, as a man appeared carrying quite a few bags. "Set them down over there," Gregory said. As the man entered, his eyes remained on the turkey leg. Gregory noted this and said, "Not until you finish." The man set the bags down, and walked back out into the hall, where a cart had more bags on it. After three trips, Gregory opened the bag, and handed the man the turkey leg. "You can go now," Gregory said.

"Head down that hallway, third on the left and its your first door on the right," replied Rathma. "When you have sport and Defence, its just up the hallway and eighth door on the left," He explained to the boy as he looked around. "Defence is usually after wilderness survival,"

Luna arrived on-time. All alone, no one to bid farewell to. Hopefully she could gain new strength in this school to fulfill her destiny and become a protector of the people, and who knows maybe she could be the one to restore the moon to it's former glory instead of the dead rock it was.

She checked in at the office and was given her schedule and went to her first class "power harness" skills

Gregory took the other boys hand, "I am Gregory Montgomery. I do believe they are assigned, though I am not positive on that point. Pretty impressive," he said, gesturing towards the contents of the room. "My things should be along in a bit," he said, as he pulled a plastic bag containing a turkey leg from his pocket, as a man appeared carrying quite a few bags. "Set them down over there," Gregory said. As the man entered, his eyes remained on the turkey leg. Gregory noted this and said, "Not until you finish." The man set the bags down, and walked back out into the hall, where a cart had more bags on it. After three trips, Gregory opened the bag, and handed the man the turkey leg. "You can go now," Gregory said.

Sareau watched his roommate dealing with the servant, before speaking. "How much room will you need? Granted, I'm just shopping now, but I don't really want to clutter up the place too much." He looked around the room. "Hmmm. I suppose I should get a clock-do you know what time it is here? Should check my itinerary, also-wouldn't do for someone with Spatial Control at my level to be late..."
He gestured, plucking his schedule out of thin air and studied it. "Hmmm-lockpicking, electronics, computer, public speaking, gym, and gym(enhanced). Looks like I've a free hour for an elective-wonder if they've a theatre troupe? Then Languages-yes, I suppose that's good-would hate to rob a Turkish bank with 'Please dance with my uncle's ostrich' or some such. Then a business course, and management skills before ending the day.
"Ah, so much for socializing-probably have just enough time to finish my homework before bed."

"I'm going to have a look around first," finished Lucus as he whizzed out of the room.

Rathma left the students as he walked towards his classroom. His legs were part of him as his claws attached himself into the walls if he was required to do so. He arrived back at the arena to find Lucus had arrived. This was his first class for the year but he was still keen to make his students become more powerful with their skills. It would seem that Lucus might take longer because of his lack in skill of his power in the Vampire Supernatural. Rathma walked down to the centre of the room as he stood next to Lucus.

"Must be Lucus," started Rathma as he took a small stone and used his force abilities to make it hover in his hands. "My name is Professor Phoenix,"

"Hell...Hello sir," replied a nervous Lucus as he looked up and noticed a girl had arrived at the class.

"You must be Luna?" shouted out Rathma. "Are you here to enhance your powers?"

"I'm going to have a look around first," finished Lucus as he whizzed out of the room.

Rathma left the students as he walked towards his classroom. His legs were part of him as his claws attached himself into the walls if he was required to do so. He arrived back at the arena to find Lucus had arrived. This was his first class for the year but he was still keen to make his students become more powerful with their skills. It would seem that Lucus might take longer because of his lack in skill of his power in the Vampire Supernatural. Rathma walked down to the centre of the room as he stood next to Lucus.

"Must be Lucus," started Rathma as he took a small stone and used his force abilities to make it hover in his hands. "My name is Professor Phoenix,"

"Hell...Hello sir," replied a nervous Lucus as he looked up and noticed a girl had arrived at the class.

"You must be Luna?" shouted out Rathma. "Are you here to enhance your powers?"
"Suit yourself," Mathieu shrugged. It meant one less person bugging him, in Mathieu's opinion.

Kai appeared in his chair in the class, unbothered at the surprise he may have given some of the students already there.

Dragon Gopher
DG, watched as more students filed into his room. He then passed out a paper that detailed the rules* in his class. Now are there any questions about these rules?

*
1. No use of any powers while in class, this class is to prepare yourself in case a villain somehow leaves you powerless and to teach you how to track an opponent without fancy electronics.
2. If you use your powers twice while in this class, you will be kicked out for the rest of the semester.(unless I tell you to use them)
3. This will be a coed class(ie both villains and heroes), so there will be no fighting during class, even if they are your arch enemy.
4. The final exam will be you dropped off without your armor, your powers drained ,etc in the nearby Protoct Jungle, if you make it back to the school within 48 hours you pass.

Death
Death glanced at the rules, then at his classmates. He noticed how some of them didn't seem to like rule number 4...

Raising her hand dubiously, Min asked, "Sir? I don't have powers. All I really have is this suit. I mean," she added, chuckling nervously, "sure, I can move faster than a normal person, but that's hardly, you know, a power..."

Mathieu filed into class just as Min was talking about not having powers. He stubbed out his cigarillo on the doorframe before entering. He certainly had powers, but didn't want to display it. Things had a habit of...being destroyed, when he did.

"Sir? I don't have powers. All I really have is this suit. I mean," she added, chuckling nervously, "sure, I can move faster than a normal person, but that's hardly, you know, a power..."

Dragon Gopher
Why it may be true you have no inherit powers, does not your suit provided abilities past the normal human?

and Mr. Mathieu is it? You are late, please take a seat pointing towards a seat in the front row while handing him a set of the "rules".

Mathieu shrugged, trying to let him know he didn't care. Rules? What was this, grade school? Of course, not being in school for three years kinda made him forget the niceties of social interaction.

OCC: FUS do you have a teacher?

Sareau plucked a clock and observed it-"Good Lord-we're late! Jump in the portal if you don't want to be later..."
He slid to the class, leaving a glowing portal for the convenience of his roommate.
"Sorry to be so late." he bowed elegantly as possible. "Time zones and such-my apologies."

As he arrived, the clouds parted--and well they should, for he had made them. He was a fair-skinned young man, not at all bad to look at, with a fine bowl of brown hair sitting over his glimmering brown eyes. Something almost liquid seemed to stir within those eyes as he glanced at the doorway.

"It's not big enough," he said. "My case won't fit."

It was only then that two large, lumbering figures in special Hazmat Suits seemed to coalesce out of the fog behind him. They carried large sticks, but, when they spoke, they did not speak softly.

"That's not our problem," the nearest one said, with a voice so full of contempt that one could almost hear the sneer on his face inside the suit. "Our orders are to leave you here. Anything you take with you is optional."

"As you wish," the young man replied, no stir of emotion seeming to come over his features.

Pfffff--fffffff--ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffttttttt!

The inner edge of the doors dissolved. He smiled a vile, wicked smile.

"There," he said. "Problem solved."

He reached into the chamber and pulled out a rather large, wheeled cart. Grasping its handle firmly, he was able to get its entire bulk through the door before either of the two large, lumbering figures was able to emerge.

"Dat was a mistake, brat," one said, his stick at the ready. "Now we can't get out of airlock."

"Do I have to solve all your problems for you?" he asked, not the least bit threatened.

"No," the guard replied, "I'll solve da problem dis time." As he spoke, he raised his stick.

There was no sound, but the ground seemed to shake for a moment.

"What was dat?" the guard asked.

"Oh, nothing much," the boy replied, his features building to a horrible look of glee as he moved from the beginning to the end of the sentence, "I just call it 'Silent But Deadly.' Has quite a ring to it, don't you think?"

As he finished speaking, the guard's club and his gas mask both turned to ash. The look on his face, now bare, turned from anger to terror as the boy watched--and smiled brightly. In a moment, the man was holding his throat and trying to scream--but failing.

The man behind him grabbed him and pulled him back. It dragged him out of the invisible cloud that had formed around him, and probably saved his life.

"So," he said, "you've learned to dissolve the special materials, too."

"I like solving problems," the boy said. "or should is say dis-solving them. Now, you'd better run along. You wouldn't like it if you got caught in a freak accident or something."

Pffft-fft-fft-fft-fft!

The guard who could still talk heard the sound and immediately dragged his companion back into the departure tube. They would have to figure something out later.

And the boy nonchalantly grasped the handle on his cart and began pulling it along the path to the dorm rooms.

Of course, it did not take him long to grow tired of hauling its weight.

He sighed.

Then, he walked around to the back of the cart and lie down on his stomach on top of it, with his legs dangling off the back.

FWOOOOOOOSSSHHHHHHHH!!!

A jet of flaming gas erupted behind the cart. It quickly propelled it until it was going much faster than the boy could have carried it. Needless to say, it didn't take him long to reach the dorm room.

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OOC: Marionetonia and Dastardly Stench are the same guy, yadda yadda yadda...

OOC: Nobody has taken Phoneix's class yet...

IC:

"I'm going to give you your first lesson Lucus," started Rathma. "But first, we meditate for a moment to clear our minds," finished Rathma.

The pair sat down opposite of each other on the cold ground. Lucus thought it was strange doing meditation but he didn't wanted to upset or make trouble with Professor Phoenix. He closed his eyes as he attempted to clear his mind as he started to feel himself rocking from side to side. He quickly opened his eyes as he realised he was just rocking by himself. Lucus closed his eyes again to avoid Professor Phoenix from telling him off.

"Now open your eyes," started Rathma.

Lucus slowly opened his eyes. He glanced around as he realised he was in a place that looked like it was from hell. Black and purplish coloured spirits danced in the background as Rathma appeared as a werewolf before him. His eyes were a hellish red and Lucus was starting to panic.

"Don't panic," started Rathma as he used his force abilities to pull a rock over to them. "I've done an illusion. We're in the arena but I've twisted your mind to think your somewhere else. Its part of knowing the Supernatural Werewolf abilities," briefed Rathma as he hold the stong in mid air while Lucus started to calm down gently. "I've studied the Supernatural Vampire abilities and they're similar to the Werewolf one. However, you have two unique skills just like a werewolf has two unique skills in this form. I want you to punch the air but aim it at the rock," finished Rathma as he forced pull the rock over to Lucus about 20 metres from him.

"Punch to the rock but I don't hit it?" questioned Lucus as Rathma nodded his head.

Lucus felt like an idoit when he punched the air and nothing happened. Lucus felt like he failed the professor but Professor Phoenix told him to focus his power, energy and hate into the punch again. Professor Phoenix held the rock from a distance with his Vampire Spiritual abilities. Lucus did it again and this time, a black and purplish blade came out of his hands and smashed through the rock. The pounding could be heard a fair distance away from the arena but Rathma hoped he wasn't interupting classes.

"A bit too powerful," stated Professor Phoenix as Lucus stopped for a moment.

ooc: yes. her name is Delphina and she teaches Ethics (suiting her telepathic ability). no one's interacted w/ her. do i wait for her other class to end?

ooc2: and, is mathieu in lucus' class?

Faction walked into Mrs. Delphina's class and shyly took a seat among the other super-students that walked in. He put his backpack next to his desk and sat down looking at her name on the blackboard.

OCC: Finalyl FUS Im going to send my charecter to her class(will make this a post)
ooc: sorry, work.

what? are you leaving then?

Alisa arrived late. The weather prevented her from flying to her destination and she used "normal" transportation instead. She quickly left her luggage at her dorm room and went to one of the classes.

OOC: What are the classes?

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what? are you leaving then?
ooc: no, i meant i haven't posted today because of work

OCC: oh then take my post before icly.

Nation walked into Mrs. Delphina's class and shyly took a seat among the other super-students that walked in. He put his backpack next to his desk and sat down looking at her name on the blackboard.

Alisa arrived late. The weather prevented her from flying to her destination and she used "normal" transportation instead. She quickly left her luggage at her dorm room and went to one of the classes.

OOC: What are the classes?

"Hi, I'm Delphina," she told the students, "And I'll teach you the finer points of Ethics as you explore, refine and define your powers. Ethics are an integral part of having powers; they define our restraint, our moral purpose, how we use our powers and how these thoughts and actions affect others. I myself am a telepath...most notably in necromancy. My powers can sense all of your thoughts easily, but I restrain myself from breaking through the barrier of your mind...isn't that pleasant?"

Gregory wasn't one for following others, and he was fairly sure that the two had different classes anyway, so he avoided the portal, and walked to his first class. He was apparently late, when he walked in on a student, and a teacher, sitting on the floor of the room. They seemed to be sleeping. Gregory cleared his throat, and, reading from his class guide, said, "Professor Phoenix?" He wasn't sure if he was in the right place or not, he had assumed, that classes would consist of more students than two, this seemed more like individual tutoring, than a class.

Faction smiled " Yes...that is very pleasant" he said to himself. "Now I'm going to have to watch my mouth AND my brain!" He thought. Kash(Faction) watched the teacher speak.

Nation smiled " Yes...that is very pleasant" he said to himself. "Now I'm going to have to watch my mouth AND my brain!" He thought. Kash(nation) watched the teacher speak.
ooc: so, there's two Kash's...?

ic:

"Yes, you will," Delphina said with a rueful smile. "And what do you think of that..? Should I tell you?"

OCC: Nation is kash, just wanted to use both names

Nation panicked "uuu...uuhhh...uhhh....I dont know" he said with his mind. This was freaking him out. His powers were more physical not pyshcological.

OCC: Nation is kash, just wanted to use both names

Nation panicked "uuu...uuhhh...uhhh....I dont know" he said with his mind. This was freaking him out. His powers were more physical not pyshcological.
Delphina walked forward and touched her hand on his cheek. He felt a rush of calm wash over him.

"That's all right," she said, "I don't make it a habit to pry. I was merely...demonstrating how easily one's powers can exploit another person."

ooc: her other power is healing, so she's increasing his endorphins or whatever that calms you...

Nation just nodded dumbly at the teacher as his body began to relax. " Ya I see..err.feel what you mean." He said giving a smile. He leaned back in his chair.

OCC: GTG

Alisa was watching the teacher looking interested, Alisa's powers were also physical. Probably most people were at the school.

Nation just nodded dumbly at the teacher as his body began to relax. " Ya I see..err.feel what you mean." He said giving a smile. He leaned back in his chair.

OCC: GTG

Alisa was watching the teacher looking interested, Alisa's powers were also physical. Probably most people were at the school.

Delphina smiled and stepped away. She looked over at Alisa.

"And you dear..." she walked a couple steps in her direction. "I don't want to pry, so what's your name?" Delphina asked.

Delphina smiled and stepped away. She looked over at Alisa.

"And you dear..." she walked a couple steps in her direction. "I don't want to pry, so what's your name?" Delphina asked.

Aware that the class was watching her, she answered,"I'm Alisa."

Aware that the class was watching her, she answered,"I'm Alisa."
"Hello Alisa," Delphina said with her kind smile. "Have you ever had an ethical dilemma with your powers? Would you like to share what they are?"

"Hello Alisa," Delphina said with her kind smile. "Have you ever had an ethical dilemma with your powers? Would you like to share what they are?"

She had no idea what the teacher meant, and tensed up as she said,"I don't think so. I never really use my powers."

She had no idea what the teacher meant, and tensed up as she said,"I don't think so. I never really use my powers."
"I see," Delphina said. "Some people don't. Now, if I were to ignore my ethics, it would be a simple matter for me to learn your powers myself. But, I restrain myself, knowing full well that everyone is entitled to keeping their own thoughts."

ooc: got the name, btw...

"I see," Delphina said. "Some people don't. Now, if I were to ignore my ethics, it would be a simple matter for me to learn your powers myself. But, I restrain myself, knowing full well that everyone is entitled to keeping their own thoughts."

ooc: got the name, btw...

"Okay..." said Alisa, not really knowing what to say. Were all teachers like this?

"Okay..." said Alisa, not really knowing what to say. Were all teachers like this?
"No, some of us are harsher," Delphina said as she made her way to the middle of the class. Her eyes widened, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Alisa! That's the second time I've done that today...I'm so so sorry."

"No, some of us are harsher," Delphina said as she made her way to the middle of the class. Her eyes widened, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Alisa! That's the second time I've done that today...I'm so so sorry."

A teacher who can read minds? Just great. "Thats...alright." said Alisa, everyone else in the class must have been confused by this conversation.

ooc: yes. her name is Delphina and she teaches Ethics (suiting her telepathic ability). no one's interacted w/ her. do i wait for her other class to end?

ooc2: and, is mathieu in lucus' class?


OOC: I'm not sure but you can take part in this.

IC:

"Professor Phoenix?" started a voice as Rathma suddenly stopped the illusion he had with Lucus.

"Seems like your my second student for the day," started Rathma as Lucus suddenly stopped for a moment before a bang echoed in the arena. "Lucus, reduce your power. You're using too much power,"

"Yes sir," replied Lucus as he stood up from exploding several rocks apart.

"You must be...Gregory," started Rathma as he checked his list. "You're a bit early for Defence Arts which is after Wilderness Survival. Anyhow, I'm teaching Power Harness or trying to teach students to control their powers. If you have control of your powers, we can start a duel. It won't harm you," explained Rathma as he force pushed a rock to the side of the wall. "I create an illusion that twists your mind into thinking your somewhere else, then you and Lucus will have a duel over saving a hostage. The hostage just needs to fall down into a grinder. It'll come down from the top and it just needs to go through the grinder. The villian makes sure the hostage falls and hero attempts to saves the hostage. In the attempt, you both duel. However, you can't kill each other. This is the real thing and breaking bones will happen," finished Rathma.

"Don't worry," Delphina chuckled, "I won't use it to see if you really lost your homework or you goofed off or something," she said. "I'm also a healer...if you're more interested in that."

ooc: what is alisa's power, btw...?

OOC: I'm not sure but you can take part in this.

IC:

"Professor Phoenix?" started a voice as Rathma suddenly stopped the illusion he had with Lucus.

"Seems like your my second student for the day," started Rathma as Lucus suddenly stopped for a moment before a bang echoed in the arena. "Lucus, reduce your power. You're using too much power,"

"Yes sir," replied Lucus as he stood up from exploding several rocks apart.

"You must be...Gregory," started Rathma as he checked his list. "You're a bit early for Defence Arts which is after Wilderness Survival. Anyhow, I'm teaching Power Harness or trying to teach students to control their powers. If you have control of your powers, we can start a duel. It won't harm you," explained Rathma as he force pushed a rock to the side of the wall. "I create an illusion that twists your mind into thinking your somewhere else, then you and Lucus will have a duel over saving a hostage. The hostage just needs to fall down into a grinder. It'll come down from the top and it just needs to go through the grinder. The villian makes sure the hostage falls and hero attempts to saves the hostage. In the attempt, you both duel. However, you can't kill each other. This is the real thing and breaking bones will happen," finished Rathma.
ooc: actually, i think i'm w/ chazaka, who's not in atm...

"Don't worry," Delphina chuckled, "I won't use it to see if you really lost your homework or you goofed off or something," she said. "I'm also a healer...if you're more interested in that."

ooc: what is alisa's power, btw...?

"Healer? You mean fix wounds and stuff?" asked Alisa, a little curious.

OOC: Alisa can fly and can shield herself.

OOC: That's cool.

"Healer? You mean fix wounds and stuff?" asked Alisa, a little curious.

OOC: Alisa can fly and can shield herself.
"That's right," Delphina said. "I have used it to find my *Calling, which is to help and heal others."

*referring to the event that brings someone into the priesthood/being a nun

"That's right," Delphina said. "I have used it to find my *Calling, which is to help and heal others."

*referring to the event that brings someone into the priesthood/being a nun

Alisa said no more, her curiously, satisfied.

"Well, then," Delphina smiled again, "We'll be reading Non-Violence in Peace and War my Mohandas Ghandi as well as the Book of Five Rings, Hagakure and the Confessions of St. Augustine. There may be others if I choose one is more appropriate over the course of the lesson."

OOC: I'm not sure but you can take part in this.

IC:

"Professor Phoenix?" started a voice as Rathma suddenly stopped the illusion he had with Lucus.

"Seems like your my second student for the day," started Rathma as Lucus suddenly stopped for a moment before a bang echoed in the arena. "Lucus, reduce your power. You're using too much power,"

"Yes sir," replied Lucus as he stood up from exploding several rocks apart.

"You must be...Gregory," started Rathma as he checked his list. "You're a bit early for Defence Arts which is after Wilderness Survival. Anyhow, I'm teaching Power Harness or trying to teach students to control their powers. If you have control of your powers, we can start a duel. It won't harm you," explained Rathma as he force pushed a rock to the side of the wall. "I create an illusion that twists your mind into thinking your somewhere else, then you and Lucus will have a duel over saving a hostage. The hostage just needs to fall down into a grinder. It'll come down from the top and it just needs to go through the grinder. The villian makes sure the hostage falls and hero attempts to saves the hostage. In the attempt, you both duel. However, you can't kill each other. This is the real thing and breaking bones will happen," finished Rathma.
(OOC:I know I headed to class, and since it's this or ethics, I think I should be here, though a villain in Ethics could be amusing...)
Sareau listened intently to the exercise, wondering if his power would counter the illusion, but intrigued by the premise. He decided to watch carefully unless called upon, and take careful mental notes...

"If anyone attempts to counter the illusion for a moment, it can backfire on your brain," explained Professor Phoenix as he explained something. "The blue spirit will be watching us the whole time and the match. It'll notify me if someone is injuried or something more serious has happened," finished Professor Phoenix.

Professor Rathma sat down at the edge of the wall as he started to mediate. He was going to give the students a taste of what an illisuion would be like. The arena started to change violently but soon calmed down as the students suddenly found themselves in a forest or what seemed to be a forest. Students entering the arena would find themselves in the same forest. A blue spirit hovered above as it darted around the students for a moment as it clicked its fingers. In the middle of the forest was the grinder and there was a hostage tied to a log about to go into the grinder. Of course the hostage wasn't real, but for the time being, the students had no idea what was going on.

"Have a feel what the illiusion is like before we start," whissed the spirit as it took the form of a werewolf. "When your ready, I'll start to lower the hostage,"

"What happened to the professor?" Lucus asked the Spirit as he noticed a new student had arrived.

"The professor is me or is part of me. Don't worry about him, worry about the hostage...and your opponet," explained the Spirit as Lucus looked surprised. "Remember, there will be no tolerating with deaths of any kind. The exams are going to be based on one massive random war from history that you'll be taken part of. Heroes will side with one and Villians will side with the other," finished the spirit.


OOC: The blue spirit is like a referee. It just watches the match and warns Rathma if something has or is going wrong.

Dragon Gopher

"If there are no further questions, we will begin our first lesson." Said DG, as the room slowly faded into a mixture of Desert on the West Side and Jungle Side. "You have 10 minutes to find the exit and watch out for the quick sand."

Death
Death gasped as the room faded out of view, he looked around all he could see was desert and a few other students. "What do we do now?" He asked outload.
He then heard DG voice:
"have 10 minutes, watch out for quick sand."
Ah must be a survival training he thought. The safest thing to do is just sit down...

The thug stood over him, at least a foot taller than he was, with huge, shaky arms and only a hint of stubble to hold the sweat that was pouring out of his body.

"I don't CARE!" he said. "I WANT YOUR $*(#@@ MONEY AND I WANT IT NOW!"

The boy shook his head.

"Haven't been in the dorm room five minutes and already I'm getting shook down for a drug fix," he said.

"Why the $*#(@* do you care what I use it for? It's MINE now," the thug replied.

"Not yet," the boy cut in.

"Why, you..."

Pffffffffffffffffffffft!! Ffffffffffffffttt! Fffffffffft!!

There was a soft thud, and the young man walked away. His assailant wouldn't be thinking about drugs for some time now. When he awoke, he would be in the midst of a withdrawal so painful that he couldn't harm anyone. The young man could have killed him, but this would be much more entertaining to watch.

And The Sphincter looked up at others who had gathered in the hallway to watch him get hurt. A prideful, sinister smile took hold of his features as he asked, "Would anyone else like a fix?"

The hallway cleared.

He folded his arms neatly behind his back.

"Good," he said. "They're already starting to show signs of proper discipline. My time here will be that much easier."

"If anyone attempts to counter the illusion for a moment, it can backfire on your brain," explained Professor Phoenix as he explained something. "The blue spirit will be watching us the whole time and the match. It'll notify me if someone is injuried or something more serious has happened," finished Professor Phoenix.

Professor Rathma sat down at the edge of the wall as he started to mediate. He was going to give the students a taste of what an illisuion would be like. The arena started to change violently but soon calmed down as the students suddenly found themselves in a forest or what seemed to be a forest. Students entering the arena would find themselves in the same forest. A blue spirit hovered above as it darted around the students for a moment as it clicked its fingers. In the middle of the forest was the grinder and there was a hostage tied to a log about to go into the grinder. Of course the hostage wasn't real, but for the time being, the students had no idea what was going on.

"Have a feel what the illiusion is like before we start," whissed the spirit as it took the form of a werewolf. "When your ready, I'll start to lower the hostage,"

"What happened to the professor?" Lucus asked the Spirit as he noticed a new student had arrived.

"The professor is me or is part of me. Don't worry about him, worry about the hostage...and your opponet," explained the Spirit as Lucus looked surprised. "Remember, there will be no tolerating with deaths of any kind. The exams are going to be based on one massive random war from history that you'll be taken part of. Heroes will side with one and Villians will side with the other," finished the spirit.


OOC: The blue spirit is like a referee. It just watches the match and warns Rathma if something has or is going wrong.

Sareau cleared his throat and raised a hand. "Professor, my power is spatial control-I twist and distort space, including distance and topography. Could my power inadvertantly cause some damage under the influence of one of your illusions?
"I shouldn't like to inadvertantly shift an opponent in a combat simulation into an object I don't perceive, nor should I like to damage myself in such a fashion, by teleporting into a space already occupied. " He waited for a response, hoping his interjection would not be unwelcome...

Kash began wonder " I wonder what were going to do first..." He said, knowing full well the teacher could just pass through and know he said that.

Quicksand...? Mathieu thought to himself. Well, that's easy enough to avoid. A blue arch of electricity passed over him, and a glow of blue energy enveloped his feet. In a moment, he was floating calmly over the ground. Now...how to find the exit, he told himself.

Kash began wonder " I wonder what were going to do first..." He said, knowing full well the teacher could just pass through and know he said that.
"While other classes will instruct you on your powers, on how to use your power and brain, I will instruct your soul," Delphina explained. "Kash, you come across a tortoise in the desert lying on its back. But you don't pick it up, why?"

ooc: sorry, it's all i could think of...

Kash thought " Because it was going to die if I wasn't there, so it was only natural"

Alisa meanwhile was taking notes and was watching the teacher interestingly.

Kash thought " Because it was going to die if I wasn't there, so it was only natural"

Alisa meanwhile was taking notes and was watching the teacher interestingly.

"Interesting..." Delphina said, "You're the first to answer it that way..." She turned to Alisa, who was dutifully taking notes. "Alisa, would you have helped the poor tortoise, or left him to his fate?"

Sareau cleared his throat and raised a hand. "Professor, my power is spatial control-I twist and distort space, including distance and topography. Could my power inadvertantly cause some damage under the influence of one of your illusions?
"I shouldn't like to inadvertantly shift an opponent in a combat simulation into an object I don't perceive, nor should I like to damage myself in such a fashion, by teleporting into a space already occupied. " He waited for a response, hoping his interjection would not be unwelcome...


"In combat simulations, you don't need to rise your hand," stated the Spirit as he looked about at the students. "However, in Professor Phoenix's simulations, he appears in his...true form. Sir, a student has a question for you,"

"You cannot interupt my illusion no matter what you try. This was attempted last year and the students brain nearly fried in attempting to change the simulations," stated a demonic werewolf covered in blood. "I'm in my state of Supernatural, it doesn't change my powers, just changes my appearance. The answer to your question is: our powers will not interract with each other. A Master of Supernatural Werewolf can hold the illusion without being interupted by another power unless its life threatening. The simulations are safe and I'll only stop it if there's a matter that requires the students. I'm always around and you just need to call out for me," finished Rathma as he stepped back and sat down to meditate the illusion. "I can stop this if you don't feel confident with your powers or both students don't feel prepared to venture this far,"

Kash felt satisfied that he gave her a unique answer and it was from the heart. He cared mostly for himself, he noticed how he was considered a vigilante by this. Black Star would make him even more unpredictable. As far as he knew the teacher didn't know what his powers were.

Kash felt satisfied that he gave her a unique answer and it was from the heart. He cared mostly for himself, he noticed how he was considered a vigilante by this. Black Star would make him even more unpredictable. As far as he knew the teacher didn't know what his powers were.
"Don't be so smug," Delphina said from across the room, "I never said that was the right answer."

" Sorry, I didn't know there was a right answer" Kash said.

" Sorry, I didn't know there was a right answer" Kash said.
"There isn't, but that doesn't mean there's no wrong answer," she answered quizzically.

" Your smart" He said in his mind " I bet you can get away with a lot if you wanted to..."

" Your smart" He said in his mind " I bet you can get away with a lot if you wanted to..."
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," Delphina said. "I was making sure not to peep anymore, though I sensed your thoughts were directed at me," she explained. "Care to share with the class?"

"Interesting..." Delphina said, "You're the first to answer it that way..." She turned to Alisa, who was dutifully taking notes. "Alisa, would you have helped the poor tortoise, or left him to his fate?"

"I would have picked him up." said Alisa confidently.

"In combat simulations, you don't need to rise your hand," stated the Spirit as he looked about at the students. "However, in Professor Phoenix's simulations, he appears in his...true form. Sir, a student has a question for you,"

"You cannot interupt my illusion no matter what you try. This was attempted last year and the students brain nearly fried in attempting to change the simulations," stated a demonic werewolf covered in blood. "I'm in my state of Supernatural, it doesn't change my powers, just changes my appearance. The answer to your question is: our powers will not interract with each other. A Master of Supernatural Werewolf can hold the illusion without being interupted by another power unless its life threatening. The simulations are safe and I'll only stop it if there's a matter that requires the students. I'm always around and you just need to call out for me," finished Rathma as he stepped back and sat down to meditate the illusion. "I can stop this if you don't feel confident with your powers or both students don't feel prepared to venture this far,"

"Sir, with all due respect, that doesn't answer my question at all." Sareau tried to explain better: "My powers involve moving through space-if space is not as I conceive it, what stops me from moving my opponent into a brick wall? I will use my powers in a match-this course's purpose is to hone them-so what if I move my opponent to a point safe from the vantage point of your illusion, but deadly in a very real sense?
"You claim a zero tolerence for fatalities-what if my reacting to your illusion creates one? I move Mr. Mongomery, here, five feet to the left, so he cannot land a punch-but five feet to the left is the wall of our area-I have just killed him, and due to no fault of my own, as I believed it was simply empy space.
"I have no doubt of my powers, nor yours-my concern is that I may accidentally kill someone and I've no desire for that.
"I had no intention of bypassing your illusion, but once my subject is moved, he's moved-and if your illusion is that nothing's there, but something actually is-well, hopefully it's nowhere vital-but supposing I should shift my opponent into space thinking it's open air? You can see my concern..."
Sareau tried to be as placative as his mask would allow.

Rufus Lannergan wasn't looking when his foot, moving at a high rate of speed due to his leisurely running, caught on an upturned tile stone. The slight stagger, combined with his momentum, managed to bring both feet into the air for three seconds. That was rather enough, and Rufus realized this as he closed his eyes, mentally berating himself while at the same time looking forward to what was in store. That is, whatever was in store for him following the impending landing.

Rufus Lannergan seemed to fall out of an open yet unviewed closet door when he landed, spectacularly, on his face in the main lobby of the facility. He picked himself up, straightened his favorite (and often only) coat, and reached for the sudden lump in the inner pocket that wasn't there before. When he pulled his hand out, a full set of credentials were in it, along with a position for a teaching job at some new school. Based on the similarities between the letterhead and the decorations on the walls and floor, Rufus figured he was where he was supposed to be. Now it was a matter of time.

Approaching the receptionist at the round kiosk-like front desk, he placed the papers down, stating calmly "Hello. I'm Rufus Lannergan, here for a teaching position." The receptionist smiled, took the papers, glanced at them, then placed them in an envelope before handing Rufus another paper and both ID badge and access card.

"You'll need these Mr. Lannergan. You'll find your room prepared and guidelines for the curriculum, though of course most decisions are up to you. Also, I received a note that Professor Phoenix would appreciate your attendance at his class. It's near your own classroom."

"Thank you. And please, Rufus will suffice." Rufus pocketed the items. His room could wait, but this Rothman was probably already expecting him, based on the quick glance that he got at the schedule. He headed there directly. When he arrived, he saw students, though the room appeared to be two separate sets of objects inadvertently occupying the same space. It was when one shifted slightly that he realized one was an illusion, and as it became apparent that there was some educational basis for this, he focused on the maintained illusion, subtly impressed with the finesse.

"Professor Rothman? Rufus Lannergan, you wanted me?" he asked as he stepped into the room.

Rathma was suddenly confused. A student had used long, complex and often expanded on everything. The spirit looked at him as it darted above the students.

"I understand your concern. Let me show you the arena," replied Rathma as he halted the illusion and returned to reality. "Hello!" shouted Rathma as his voice echoed against the walls around the arena. The arena was roughly 700m's wide with firm walls standing about 200 metres high and seats could be seen. "The arena fighting circle is roughy 700 metres wide. You would also notice that the arena is clear, open and there's no objects standing in anyone's range so you don't have to worry about throwing another student into an object," explained Rathma as he looked up.

He noticed there was another man at the door way about 20 metres behind him.

"It's Professor Phoenix as students call me or Rathma as the other teachers referred to me," replied Rathma as he turned to the other students for a moment. "I want you to have a look around and take some mental notes of how big the arena is so when we have matches, you won't go too far that way or the other way,"

Rathma went to his normal human form as he came over to the new teacher.

"It's actually Professor Phoenix or Rathma that I perferred to be called. Just don't call me Professor Rathma. It's not right," started Rathma. "Anyhow, did you get the note about a duel in front of the students? I'm hoping we can get duels started so that the students can get a feel for the real world. Don't kill each other but we'll stop when serious injuries are inflected. Are you up for this?" briefed Rathma.

"I would have picked him up." said Alisa confidently.
"All right, a different answer. The one most often given," Delphina said. "Why would you have done that, dear?"

Rufus listened to the professor explain how the arena was set up, then the explanation about the request. He nodded slightly during Rothma's explanation. "Right. It's just Rothma then. I apologize for the error. And call me Rufus. As for your wishes, I'm fully prepared to assist. Allow me a moment, and then we may begin at your convenience."

Rufus went to side, finding a bench near the entrance, where he placed his hat and coat. Once that was finished, he returned to Rothma's side, and said "Alright, I am ready. First blow to slow the other down, you said, and nothing too permanent. On your count, professor."

"Students, as part of the subject, you'll be taking part in duels as part of preparation for the final exam which is going to be one massive battle. Rufus, it's just going to be knocking the other into the seats behind us," explained Rathma as he looked at Rufus for a moment and then bowed. "On my mark. 3...two...one," finished Rathma as he faced his hands down while doing a Force Push that sent him flying backwards towards the wall. His eyes darkened as he turned into a werewolf before turning into his demonic werewolf state. Rathma's fur dripped of blood as he used his force ability to bring a massive boulder across the room towards Rufu just to distract him while he sent a Force Push at another side of Rufu.

Rufus saw the boulder come at his right, but dodged left before being thrown back by some unknown force. He managed to land some 3 meters back in crouching position, his feet wide and his body low. He leaped to the side and started running in it Rathma from the angle, then switched directions to run at a large boulder. He leapt slightly, got his feet onto the angled side of the boulder, and pushed off into a flying leap towards Rathma, spinning in the air to ward off another shove while he was airborne.

The Sphincter walked into the room, two freshly-recruited lackies in tow, just as the boulder flew past Rufus. Now, the boulder was headed straight for him.

He stood there, arms crossed in his leather trench coat, a look of complete contempt on his face, which was completely visible, as his goggles were up on the cap and not over his eyes.

Pffffffftt! Pffffffffft!

Very quickly, the boulder first melted, then vaporized in a tortured hiss.

"Are we late?" he asked, arms still crossed, the look on his face changing from contempt to malevolent amusement. "Did we misss something?"

Behind him, his lackies laughed arrogantly.

Good help is so hard to find.

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OOC:

There. I think I'm starting to get a feel for this character now. :) :) :)

Sareau sent a ping through the arena-a subtle ripple that returned with exact knowledge of the room's dimensions, one of the applications of his power that his grandfather had drilled him in extensively. Papau Wilber had been a sorceror of some skill, founder of the notorious Injustice Gang whose hijinks were overshadowed by the actions of a funny little man with a funny little moustache. Clytus always felt the old man was disappointed no one in the family could make the leap of faith to work magic, but he schooled his grandson in those first fledgeling steps, using a bizarre mix of alchemical jargon, Victorian theosophy, and nonEuclidean mathematics.
Sareau pondered contacting Papau, to see if he'd drag himself up from his dusty old mauseleum to continue overseeing his grandson's development, when the oddly dressed fellow with two minions in tow dissolved a boulder with a flatulency.
It reminded him of the Chimera, a super-soldier experiment from Vietnam who could belch forth all manner of noxious chemicals. He wondered if there was a familial tie...

"All right, a different answer. The one most often given," Delphina said. "Why would you have done that, dear?"

"Ah, because he would have lived." said Alisa.

Rathma stepped back for a moment and looked at Rufus who was know about to kick him back towards the wall. The next moment he was caught off guard when a student arrived late and vaporised the bouder. Rathma was sent flying backwards since he was badly caught off guard from the student arriving. Rathma slammed into the wall behind him and fell to the ground before he looked up. His eyes darted about as he picked himself up and charged up his force ability with his hands. He was gathering much power as part of his Supernatural abilities were slightly going into the charge. Rathma jumped up slightly and fire the charge directly at Rufus feet. It headed towards Rufus feet as Rathma had the plan going through his mind. His plan was to fire the charge at Rufus feet which then throws him at an angle and if he had the height corrected, it would throw Rufus into the seats which meant the duel was over.

"Student, take a seat and I'll be with you once the duel is over," shouted Rathma as he kept his eyes on Rufus.

Lucus went up the steps as he watched the two professors do a mock duel. He looked up and noticed a new boy had arrived. He turned to another boy (Sareau).

"Hello my name is Lucus," started Lucus as he tried to position himself so he could see the student and the duel. "What do you think about the duel?"

Rufus was oddly surprised at the success of his aerial attack, but the distraction of looking at the flatulent student's handiwork cost him the chance to properly react when the ground around him suddenly pulsed due to Rathma's efforts. He suddenly felt himself flying towards the stands, his arms beating the air wildly to slow him down enough to at least land gracefully.

Whatever effort Rufus used seemed to have worked, as he landed at the very edge of the barrier for the stands, balancing on both feet as he slowly turned around to face Rathma. And then, for some reason, a gust of wind and sudden destabilization of the thin barrier support that he stood on left him falling backwards. Into the stands. Oh, right, those damn after shocks. He had put enough effort into this, why did I forget that? thought Rufus as he fell.

He picked himself up, hopped the barrier, and took two steps in the air as he descended to the floor of the arena. "Nice touch with the floor attack," he said to the other professor as he approached. "Listen, I've got class right after yours, and I still don't know where it is yet, since I kind of just arrived, but after today I've got the period free if you need somebody for the demonstrations and practical exams."

"Simple Force charge," replied Rathma. "It would help with an extra hand," concluded Rathma as he turned to the students. "I hope you all took mental notes about the duel Professor Rufus and myself just had. When duels happen, it'll be during the game Save the Hostage and to make things more interesting, Villians will be required to play as Heroes and Heroes will be required to play Villians. This is because some times you need to understand the other side in order to beat the living day lights out of them. Now, I want the class to divide into half. One side will be playing as the Villians and the other as Heroes. The roles will change from time to time. Now, get into even teams before we start the game," finished Rathma as he turned back to Rufus. "I'll take you up on your offer. I may need an extra hand by the end of the year exam and half year exams,"

OCC: STOP, i need to ketchup ^^

"No problem. And if you ever want a rematch, I'm up." Rufus gave a duelist's salute and turned to leave. He had to set up for his classes. "Oh, would you mind reminding your students that my class on diplomatic theory is right after this. I didn't get a chance to check to see if all of my courses are posted. Gotta love administrative issues."

Rufus departed the training room and headed back towards the lobby, taking a turn at a hallway as indicated on the directions that he had. He found a set of classrooms that had so far been unused, and decided to appropriate them for his use. After updating the sign and the central databanks for the campus network, he set off to find his rooms, noting that the elders had kindly given him a nifty spot in the clock tower, complete with a nice view of the complex. It was strange, but Rufus had an unusual interest in clocks and maps, even though they never had much long term use for him.

He paused, deciding to use the computer terminal for some background information on his potential students and fellow teachers. He needed to know who was available for fun projects, who would be better off outside the room, and who should be notified to stay across campus when the interesting stuff got started.

"Boss, ya gonna let 'im get away wit' dat?"

"Of course. He's useful...for now."

As he made his way to his seat, The Sphincter once again allowed himself to revel in the feeling of the specially-tanned leather that made up his costume. They had, of course, taken it away, and, without it, he could not fly nearly as easily. The trench coat was designed to flare when pressure was applied in certain ways, acting like the nozzle in a rocket engine. This was one of many small points of scientific technicality that were lost on his lackeys--but, then, that was why they were his. They were stupid--and could be controlled.

And as the two instructors' little show of overblown machismo--one of them called the other 'Rufus,' so he learned one name--came to an end, The Sphincter was told that he was going to be participating in a little exercise, and of an upcoming class that he thought might be of some interest to him, especially given the way that the villains' dorms were run.

Naturally, when he went into the line-up, he chose the side of the Heroes. Always best to confuse the opposition as much as possible.

"Hello my name is Lucus," started Lucus as he tried to position himself so he could see the student and the duel. "What do you think about the duel?"

"Clytus Sareau." A gloved hand extended itself towards Lucus. "It seems good to learn the ropes, but just watching can only do so much. Perhaps when we get to the hands-on bit...I think my gymnastic ability will get more of a workout than my powers.

"Perhaps we should get in line..." he slowly walked over to the Heroes line, as Prof Phoenix had instructed.

Lucus took the students off and shook Clytus Sareau hand as he looked down. "That's true. I'm going to play as a villian for a change," finished Lucus as he went to the villian side and found himself alone.

'Lucus is going to do well,' thought Rathma to himself as he had confidence in the student. "The only rule there is in a duel is: don't kill each other and try and avoid breaking bones or serious wounds. This is as close to the real thing," briefed Rathma as he waited the other few students to pick sides.


OOC: It's Professor Phoenix not Professor Rathma. Rathma is his first name.

"Ah, because he would have lived." said Alisa.
"I see," Delphina said, "Both of you answer that his fate was already decided. One that the tortoise would die, and the other that he would live..." she smiled coyly, "Ever think that maybe you were there so he would live? That it was not fate, but your own choice that decided if he lived or died?"

ooc: i think i'll have mathieu in my class, 'cause i can't figure out where he should be

Kash felt it convienant that he didn't need to raise his hand, he directed his thoughts towards the teacher. " Mrs. Deliphina, I'm a member of black star, our whole philosofy is to look out for yourself first before helping or hurting others, that's why I answered in that manner"

Kash felt it convienant that he didn't need to raise his hand, he directed his thoughts towards the teacher. " Mrs. Deliphina, I'm a member of black star, our whole philosofy is to look out for yourself first before helping or hurting others, that's why I answered in that manner"
"Please, speak your thoughts," Delphina requested. "I don't like reading students wantonly..." she turned to another member, "Mathieu, you're in Black Star, correct?"

"Yeah..." he said from the back, rather obtrusly.

"What would you have done, then?" she asked.

"Saved him if I could," he said.

"Why?"

"I was there...he needed help, so what harm could it be to lend a hand," he said.

ooc: mathieu is a complicated vigilante, btw

OCC: ah okay

"Ya but saving a turtle isn't the save as saving a person my freind" Kash answered back.

"Well, you save who you wanna save, and I'll save the ones I wanna, okay?" Mathieu spat back.

Delphina walked a few steps towards Mathieu, "Now, now..."

" Yes Mrs.Dephina" Kash said as he smiled and cupped his hands politley.

Delphina nodded to Kash, keeping her eyes on Mathieu..."Your pain is deeper than these," she said, touching his scars and fresh cuts. His arm glowed a lovely pink, a white light tracing the scars and cuts. In a few seconds the glow subsided, leaving his skin perfect and unharmed. "Sorry, it just pained me to see you like that," she said.

Kash awaited Deplihina's next little speech about ethnics and perhaps another one of her subjects she could teach them. This glass was an interesting one, althought it wasn't as physical.

Kash awaited Deplihina's next little speech about ethnics and perhaps another one of her subjects she could teach them. This glass was an interesting one, althought it wasn't as physical.
"Mathieu," she asked, "Would you mind telling me how it was you got hurt?"

"Some guy jumped me the other day, before I arrived," he said, stoicly and tight-lipped.

"And you fought back to defend yourself," she said. He nodded once. "And what happened to the person who did this?"

"He ain't happy," he said.

Delphina turned to Kash. "If you were jumped, assaulted, as he was, what would you have done?"

" Probably beat him till he stopped moving...ya basically what he said." Kash replyed.

" Probably beat him till he stopped moving...ya basically what he said." Kash replyed.
"What if this man had jumped someone else, what would you have done?" she asked both of them. Mathieu shot a glance at Kash, not willing to go first.

"Hmmm, I would probably help him out..ya I guess I would do that." He said with confidence.

"Hmmm, I would probably help him out..ya I guess I would do that." He said with confidence.
"Bout the same," Mathieu shrugged.

"So you'd help the man and not the tortoise..." Delphina mused in a non-judgemental tone. "What if it were a different animal...a kitten or a dog? Would you help then?"

"Of course these animals are more intelligent than a turtle and can serve a purpose to humanity, cats can chase mice, dogs can look for people under ice. I would help them."

"Of course these animals are more intelligent than a turtle and can serve a purpose to humanity, cats can chase mice, dogs can look for people under ice. I would help them."
"But of course, a tortoise, though its contribution is less-known to most, helps in the environment it thrives in as well," Delphina countered. "Yet death is still acceptable?"

" Death is a neccessity, we all...eer...most of us die at one point. Villians and Hero's alike."

" Death is a neccessity, we all...eer...most of us die at one point. Villians and Hero's alike."
"It's true we all die," Delphina said. "Even with my powers...this flame of my life will be extinguished." she said. "But will you die nobly for a cause, or live humbly for one?"

" I will die for my cause, for mine is the most important." Kash said.

" I will die for my cause, for mine is the most important." Kash said.
"Hmm," Delphina said with a small smile, nodding as if contemplating his answer. She placed her hand on his cheek, "Make sure that it is, because you won't get the chance for a do-over." She looked up at the clock, "Oh, my, I've kept you all way over...please forgive me." Delphina picked up her copy of Ghandi's book she had issued, "Everyone, please read the first chapter before next class. It was a pleasure meeting you all."

Kash took the book and looked at the cover before putting inside his backpack. " Thank you Mrs.Dephina." He said as he was getting ready to leave the class.

Lucus took the students off and shook Clytus Sareau hand as he looked down. "That's true. I'm going to play as a villian for a change," finished Lucus as he went to the villian side and found himself alone.

Sareau looked over-surely this class wouldn't be all villains? Of course, there were several villains for each hero-the ratio would hardly change here. Still, it would be unfortunate for them all to face one single "villain". Perhaps he should switch sides, just to level things out...

Mathieu was up in a second to head for the door, and he and Kash reached the door at the same time. He stopped, since they both couldn't pass, and waited to see what the other boy would do.

Kash smiled a sadistic grin before backing up a foot " After you Mathieu.." He said opening the door for him.

Kash smiled a sadistic grin before backing up a foot " After you Mathieu.." He said opening the door for him.
"No really," Mathieu said coldly, "After you..."

Kash nodded " Thanks..." he said as he walked out and into the hallway, where hundreds of others were walking around.

A spark of blue fell from Mathieu's clenched fist and hit the floor, sparkling into a dissipating nothing.

Kash looked back at Mathieu for a second, pretending to not notice him. He looked into the masses, some of them were screwing around with there powers, but it was mostly harmless fun.

ooc: mathieu's its more like, he can't control it. last post tonight. finals tomorrow

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Mathieu walked into the crowd, making sure to bump Kash on his way past. A flicker of blue sparked again where they touched, the energy crackling over Kash before dissipating.

Kash knew there was going to be trouble between them. If he had known Mathieu was goign to bump him, the bump would have sent Mathieu flying because of his super stregth. Kash watched him walk away as he walked to another class.

Rufus rather disliked the first-time access protocols. Still, in just a few minutes he was through the process and was navigating the class schedules.

"Let's see. My course on diplomatic relations is on the schedule, so that add-in worked. Professor Phoenix has the powers training class, Professor Davis has the philosophical groundings of one's actions, and Professor Gopher has the lessons on what to do when a student's powers fail. Useful, actually. Let's see if there's anything else...wait, Whately. Undead lich, known skills in wizardry, leadership and group dynamic work. I'll have to talk to him at some point."

Rufus sat back in the chair, staring up at the gears of the clock's main mechanism. He did admire the rather quiet operation of the whole thing, and nearly lost himself staring absently at the simple rotation of the gears. Sitting up, he started going through the archived data, searching out cataloged information on things of the magical and supernatural persuasion, including the notable absence of classes on the issue. He'd have to talk to Whately now.

He logged off, setting off back towards the front desk, and the receptionist that had greeted him. "Hello. Would mind taking a message for Professor Whately? I need to speak with him about class scheduling and a potential class on magecraft. Thank you for helping."

He turned, and headed to see if he could catch the end of the philosophy class. One thing never changed, thinking on existence had a tendency to make people doubt themselves right out of existence.

Whatley was watching the students leave the Philosophy class-the teacher was a telepath, and he tended not to trust them, but in the interests of professional courtesy, he felt he owed her a small social call to offset his avoiding her in the future.
His massive frame was hardly unobtrusive, but he noted another member of the faculty headed for the classroom-what was his name?-"Mr. Lannagan? I believe you wished to speak with me on some matter?"
The hand offered up by the giant was strong and cold, like marble, with a faint charnel odor.

Rufus turned to see Whately approaching him, offering his hand and the recognition of Rufus's desire to speak to him. "Yes, Professor Whately, I must say I am impressed with how fast you reached me. I just left a note at the main desk. And please, call me Rufus." He shook hands firmly, then turned to see the students filing out of philosophy. "A shame, I had hoped to see the end of that. Still, might as well take the chance to meet the professor."

Rufus somehow managed to find a way to walk next to his large colleague as they went to see Davis. "I wanted to ask you, since there isn't any current class on magic, do you care to see about setting one up with me? I know your leadership and teamwork class will be important, but you have the best background on areas of magical expertise that I tend not to bother myself with."

"Magic is rare-moreso since the Nazis vanished with as many artifacts as they could collect-and they collected a great many." Whately's voice was soft, like tombstones falling on velvet. "Naturally, I should take any promising student, but most cannot make the leap of Faith needed for True Magic. Any class I taught would largely be unintelligible, or aimed at defenses."

'Some of these students are worried about numbers,' thought Rathma to himself as he looked at the students were taking up sides. "If anybody is worried about the numbers on each side, numbers mean little on the battlefield. I've seen large numbers of heroes get masscare by three villians. Then during the heroes darkest hour, outnumbered by the villians, the heroes prevailed and escape to live to fight another day," stated Rathma. "In the world, there's never going to be even numbers. Its a matter of using a combination of your brains and your powers,"

Kash knew there was going to be trouble between them. If he had known Mathieu was goign to bump him, the bump would have sent Mathieu flying because of his super stregth. Kash watched him walk away as he walked to another class.
Mathieu didn't so much dislike Kash as much as the other boy just bothered him. Something about his presence really annoyed Mathieu, but he couldn't place it...

'Some of these students are worried about numbers,' thought Rathma to himself as he looked at the students were taking up sides. "If anybody is worried about the numbers on each side, numbers mean little on the battlefield. I've seen large numbers of heroes get masscare by three villians. Then during the heroes darkest hour, outnumbered by the villians, the heroes prevailed and escape to live to fight another day," stated Rathma. "In the world, there's never going to be even numbers. Its a matter of using a combination of your brains and your powers,"
"Correct, sir," Delphina said as she approached and caught te end of their conversation. "Even a single candle in the darkness casts light," she smiled warmly. "Hello, I'm Delphina, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"I'm Professor Phoenix and I'm about to send these students into a duel in a random timeline battle," explained Phoenix. "The spirit will inform the 'heroes' and the 'villians' which side their on but its nothing to worry about. The soldiers can't see you,"

"I'm Professor Phoenix and I'm about to send these students into a duel in a random timeline battle," explained Phoenix. "The spirit will inform the 'heroes' and the 'villians' which side their on but its nothing to worry about. The soldiers can't see you,"
"Oh, I see," Delphina said. She understood the necessities of combat training, but still disliked it. "Professor, I was wondering...my class seems largely formed of Black Star and Heroes (forgot the name). Would there be a chance for some students from Villians to attend?"

"In the world, a hero can fall to a villian and a villian can become heroes," started Rathma. "Lucus seems to be the only one that has become a villian and he's not classified as a villian. Delphina, sometimes in the world, in order to beat the villian or the hero, you need to understand the hero or the villian,"

"Ah yes. I seem to recall the Nazis had a pseudo-scientific pursuit of magical power. Shame they stashed all that good stuff in Antarctica, though to be fair, last I heard the Library had picked up most of it." The two came to the door to Davis's class, only to find it empty. "Oh hell. I think we missed Ms. Davis. Where did she get off to? I wanted to meet her. Well, anybody else you want to see? Rathma's class is probably still in session, we could go see him."

"Pseudo-scientific?" Whately allowed himself amusement, and cocked an eyebrow at his companion. "Prior to them, mystics were fairly common-the talismans and trinkets-they opened new horizons, new vistas for the young talents to begin their quest.
"Europe was controlled by the shadowy society of mages, back then-but the Nazis corralled all that power, kept it in their control-that nonsense in the Antarctic was everything they'd debunked or tapped dry.
"If someone else held those items, you would find a sudden spike in the magicians extant. They are held now, in some dark place, and only those fully indoctrinated may gaze upon them.
"Given the few magi even in that glorious time prior to World War II, the lack of their power is hardly surprising-all we have is a few books, the two relics that survive..." Whately shook his massive head. "No, until that vault is found and given back to the world, magic is a thing of the past."

"In the world, a hero can fall to a villian and a villian can become heroes," started Rathma. "Lucus seems to be the only one that has become a villian and he's not classified as a villian. Delphina, sometimes in the world, in order to beat the villian or the hero, you need to understand the hero or the villian,"
"Ahe, yes of course," Delphina said, "All the more reason to have a balanced student body in my class," she added. "I want them to understand the motivations of their own moral choices and those of others."

Dragon Gopher

DG watched as the last student reached the exit. He then ended the situation, graduated the 10 that had made it gave them their homework assignment a 3 page paper on what the situation had taught them and turned to this who had failed.(still reading page 10 so this may change)

No, until that vault is found and given back to the world, magic is a thing of the past.

"Heh. Sorry, I tend to ramble. Tell me if it ever bothers you. I drop through the time stream so erratically that I've lost track of when I've been and when I still haven't seen. Confusion is, thankfully, one of the few downsides to being me. Still, it can be a bitch. Well, I'm going to go and see how far Professor Phoenix's class has gone. My class doesn't start for a little while. I hope to see you around."

Rufus gestured a farewell and headed back to Rathma's class. He could probably see something of interest till the time came for his class. However, he arrived to find something even better.

"Professor Davis, so glad I could meet you here. I'm Professor Lannargan, though colleagues can call me Rufus. So, Rathma, what small task have you set for them?

"The students are going to take part in a team duel but it seems they are taking too long," replied Rathma as he sat down and started to meditate. "Therefore, the match will being,"

Rathma sat down quietly as he looked at the students who were still taking too long to do anything. He looked around and closed his eyes as he found a suitable battle for the students to be involved in. The students suddenly found themselves looking along a sandy beach with...barricades like they were meant for something. Lucus looked up as he noticed a number of bunkers lined up across the ridge and wire across a fronter. He turned to look out to sea to find a number of Higgns Boat flooding towards the beach.

"Welcome to D-Day, Gold Beach, France, 6th of June 1944," stated the spirit as muzzle flash could be seen from the big battleships as shells landed all across the beach from both directions. "The shells, the bullets and the men can't harm you. Remember, don't kill each other and avoid serious wounds,"

Lucus looked about and used his hand to pull the sand towards him. He looked at the other side and noticed how they were still getting used to the location. Lucus pulled himself together as shells landed around them and the Higgns Boats landed as the Allied Forces streamed across the beach. Lucus pulled up his hands as the sand started to take hold of the other team before he sent a wave of sand towards them.

"Welcome to D-Day, Gold Beach, France, 6th of June 1944," stated the spirit as muzzle flash could be seen from the big battleships as shells landed all across the beach from both directions. "The shells, the bullets and the men can't harm you. Remember, don't kill each other and avoid serious wounds,"

Well, that's going to make identifying the hostage and the grinder interesting Sareau thought, wondering exactly how Lucus would do these same tasks.
The words of his grandfather came to him:The great strength of the Hero is his capacity for Self-sacrifice. It is also his greatest weakness, for they will die rather than suffer that fate on another. Such selflessness allows them to perform mighty tasks, but it also endangers them unneccessarily.
He scanned the beach, trying to look for an anomaly...

"I could use some help!" shouted out someone from behind Lucus.

Lucus turned around and noticed a burnt out tank after being hit by a shell and instead of a turret, it had a ladder that soldiers could use to use against the bunkers. As he looked over the tank, he noticed that the belts and grinders used to find mines was still in work. Lucus looked back up at the hostage and noticed it was a high ranking officer of some kind had his legs strapped in chains and he was slowly falling into the grinder. The tank was still burning as the flames exploded in the full tank causing the rear of the tank to explode. Sharpnel flew in all directions as several squads of soldiers fell to the sharpnel. It didn't matter what the happened to the soldiers. His objective was to take out the general and throw him into the grinder.

"There's the objective," started Lucus as he sent a wave of sand so he had some time to dash across and cut the chains. If he could cut the chains, the mission would be over if he could cut the chains and let the general fall.

With a roaring explosion, The Sphincter took to the air. Sizing up the situation, he headed straight for the tank with the hostage in it.

This will be easy, he thought to himself. I'll just plop down next to the tank and melt the gears on the grinder.

OOC: Pun intended.

Sareau saw Lucus in a sprint, and smiled. The situation was pretty straightforward-he sprinted as well-better to save his powers for when he needed them-but moved to intercept Lucus, deciding the best bet would be to stymie the opposition.
Besides, it would move them closer to the hostage, and Sareau was ready to warp space and let the general fall to safety in the event Lucus couldn't be stopped...

"The Normandy Invasion. Interesting choice. You know, if not for the weather, I'm told the German commanders would have been more vigilant. So you set them on teams, opposite to their nature to teach them about their opponents, and to top it off, you use Nazis. I like your style."

He watched the students begin to orient themselves, especially the sand manipulator. "Hey, here's a pun for you. That sand user there is really in his element. Rathma, you said you don't want them killing or permanently injuring each other. Are we talking broken bones, or merely sprains and maybe dislocations?"

Rufus was happy that he would have the opportunity to observe the students in action before his class. It would at least give him an understanding of where he would need to focus the first few lectures. One never knew when military forces would be outfitted for dealing with superhuman activities.

No, until that vault is found and given back to the world, magic is a thing of the past.

"Heh. Sorry, I tend to ramble. Tell me if it ever bothers you. I drop through the time stream so erratically that I've lost track of when I've been and when I still haven't seen. Confusion is, thankfully, one of the few downsides to being me. Still, it can be a bitch. Well, I'm going to go and see how far Professor Phoenix's class has gone. My class doesn't start for a little while. I hope to see you around."

Rufus gestured a farewell and headed back to Rathma's class. He could probably see something of interest till the time came for his class. However, he arrived to find something even better.

"Professor Davis, so glad I could meet you here. I'm Professor Lannargan, though colleagues can call me Rufus. So, Rathma, what small task have you set for them?
"Please call me Delphina," she answered. "I prefer a lax atmosphere," she added.

ooc: i assume mathieu is participating, soo...

ic:

A bit disoriented with his surroundings, he barely had time to erect a shield as a wave of bullets came at him. The metal clanked harmlessly off the blue energy, and with a crackle of lightning, blue energy caressed over his body. Oh, crap Mathieu thought as he took off into the air, flying unsteadily. He focused his mind, making sure that this time there'd be no disasters.

"Delphina, then. Again, a pleasure to meet you."

Rufus watched as another student moved to oppose the sand bender, and the flatulent one...Is that one flying using gas? I'm going to need to check his records later. Still, it was a rather reasonable approach. Fly towards the death-trap, try to shut the machine down, or just grab the hostage. He saw another student take to the sky, but didn't know if he was playing hero or villain in this little exercise.

"Delphina, you're a philosophy teacher. Tell me, would you consider it more enlightening for a hero to play a villain, or for a villain to play a hero? That question has always been bothering me, and I'll probably be using both situations in my class. I might as well try to understand which works better."

"Delphina, then. Again, a pleasure to meet you."

Rufus watched as another student moved to oppose the sand bender, and the flatulent one...Is that one flying using gas? I'm going to need to check his records later. Still, it was a rather reasonable approach. Fly towards the death-trap, try to shut the machine down, or just grab the hostage. He saw another student take to the sky, but didn't know if he was playing hero or villain in this little exercise.

"Delphina, you're a philosophy teacher. Tell me, would you consider it more enlightening for a hero to play a villain, or for a villain to play a hero? That question has always been bothering me, and I'll probably be using both situations in my class. I might as well try to understand which works better."
"Hrm, that is a good question," Delphina smiled. She loved a good philosophical debate. "On the one hand, a hero gets to see the motivation of villiany, why it is sometimes appealing...although, the draw and lure of the darker side of life may prove to be a hero's undoing-it would reveal who is and who isn't cut to be a hero. As for villians, to teach them the beauty of grace and peace...you could say that it is mutually beneficial to have them both switch."

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Mathieu steadied himself and shot like a bolt towards the machine. He wasn't really sure what to do, but he understood that some were saving, while others weren't. Focusing his energy, Mathieu shot a bolt of brilliant blue at the sand guy(ooc:lucus is trying to kill the general, right?).

ooc: yeah, Lucus is attempting to drop the general, though Sareau is going at him as well.

"Mutually beneficial. I'll keep that in mind. I'm doing the diplomacy class after this. Feel free to drop in whenever you have the time. I'm half in doubt of my existence...or is it doubting half of my existence? Well, either way, I'm sure you can see the potential problems in that. Tell me, which students have you had in class so far? I've bee meeting the teachers, but have yet to have my first class."

Rufus kept his eyes moving, observing as much as possible. He hadn't had the chance to look through his students' files as deeply as he could have, and actions on the field could tell him a lot about the personalities of those he would teach.

ooc: yeah, Lucus is attempting to drop the general, though Sareau is going at him as well.

"Mutually beneficial. I'll keep that in mind. I'm doing the diplomacy class after this. Feel free to drop in whenever you have the time. I'm half in doubt of my existence...or is it doubting half of my existence? Well, either way, I'm sure you can see the potential problems in that. Tell me, which students have you had in class so far? I've bee meeting the teachers, but have yet to have my first class."

Rufus kept his eyes moving, observing as much as possible. He hadn't had the chance to look through his students' files as deeply as he could have, and actions on the field could tell him a lot about the personalities of those he would teach.
"I've had the pleasure of having Kash, Alisa and Mathieu..." she looked upwards, "That blue-lightning one, in my class. They're delightful." She reached out and touched his arm encouragingly, "You'll teach a fine class, and I think that our classes would be...beneficial to one another," she smiled.

"Thanks. Tell me, if you don't mind, but what exactly is it that you can do? Rathma gave me a rather impressive firsthand demonstration of his abilities. I've met Whately, and he seems to be pretty straightforwards as far as the abilities department. The students I've been observing, but not you. I figure as long as I'm here I might as well try some things that are still on my list, and I'm trying to figure out what exactly I can do and who can do it with me."

"Thanks. Tell me, if you don't mind, but what exactly is it that you can do? Rathma gave me a rather impressive firsthand demonstration of his abilities. I've met Whately, and he seems to be pretty straightforwards as far as the abilities department. The students I've been observing, but not you. I figure as long as I'm here I might as well try some things that are still on my list, and I'm trying to figure out what exactly I can do and who can do it with me."
"Well...one second," Delphina pulled out a small knife and held his hand. "Sorry," she said as she cut him along the top of his hand. His hand immediately glowed a deep pink before the line glowed white. And then the light was gone and so was the cut. "Sorry, but my other power is more...intrusive."

Sareau did a quick tuck and roll to avoid the arcing energies directed at Lucus. Damn he silently cursed. Too many players, just getting in each others' way. Best to take the direct approach...
He teleported to the general and began untangling him. What would a hero do in this situation? Ah, yes..."Don't struggle too much, Sir-we'll have you to safety in no time."
He kept one eye on Lucus-the energy projection could fuse his substance to glass, and the boy seemed pleasant. If he got too close, Sareau would send him away, but best to let the other deal with it-too many participants could result in injury, and it wouldn't do for that to happen...

"You heal. Impressive. Here, I suppose fair should be fair..." Rufus reached into his jacket, rummaging around for something before pulling out a knife of his own. "Watch this."

Rufus first slid the knife across the palm of his hand, drawing blood, before poking his thumb to allow the blood to well up there as well. "Interaction of knife and myself follows the laws of physics."

Then, he repeated both motions. During the slice, the blade's edge was bent to the side, and when the brought it down forcefully at his hand, it crumpled on impact. When he pulled it away, the blood, and all signs of the injury, were gone. "I've done this trick plenty of times. Scientists tell me that there is an exception to every rule. Near as I can figure, the universe and I have a similar relationship. Things have a tendency to not work the same if I get directly involved. Which, I guess, is why I'm always an excellent observer and mentor, but a useless agent of change or personal action. Oh, and let's hope I don't trip while I'm here. That could cause no end of problems."

Rufus pulled the blade between his flattened fingers, returning it to its original shape. "Now, what was that intrusive ability you had? Mind you, practicing it on me might not work out the way it normally does, so I feel that you should be warned."

"You heal. Impressive. Here, I suppose fair should be fair..." Rufus reached into his jacket, rummaging around for something before pulling out a knife of his own. "Watch this."

Rufus first slid the knife across the palm of his hand, drawing blood, before poking his thumb to allow the blood to well up there as well. "Interaction of knife and myself follows the laws of physics."

Then, he repeated both motions. During the slice, the blade's edge was bent to the side, and when the brought it down forcefully at his hand, it crumpled on impact. When he pulled it away, the blood, and all signs of the injury, were gone. "I've done this trick plenty of times. Scientists tell me that there is an exception to every rule. Near as I can figure, the universe and I have a similar relationship. Things have a tendency to not work the same if I get directly involved. Which, I guess, is why I'm always an excellent observer and mentor, but a useless agent of change or personal action. Oh, and let's hope I don't trip while I'm here. That could cause no end of problems."

Rufus pulled the blade between his flattened fingers, returning it to its original shape. "Now, what was that intrusive ability you had? Mind you, practicing it on me might not work out the way it normally does, so I feel that you should be warned."
"I'm a telepath, more notably, a necromancer," Delphina said, a bit timidly. "It's why I'm called 'Deadlight.'"

"Really? So, does the telepathy come as part of the necromancy, or is it separate? And now I understand the name. Funny, now that you mention it, I've never really had a consistent handle. Granted, I found out that Rufus is actually an unpleasant vulgar word in one language, so I went by Joshua then. But other than that, I've never had a handle."

ooc: out for the night.

"Really? So, does the telepathy come as part of the necromancy, or is it separate? And now I understand the name. Funny, now that you mention it, I've never really had a consistent handle. Granted, I found out that Rufus is actually an unpleasant vulgar word in one language, so I went by Joshua then. But other than that, I've never had a handle."

ooc: out for the night.
ooc: g'night

ic:

"More like...necromancy is my specialty," she chuckled, a bit self-conscious. "Perhaps we should find you one...one that suits you and that you'll like," Delphina suggested.

Lucus suddenly realise he was badly out-numbered. He looked around as the others easily over took him and he realised he was going to lose the match quickly.

"Professor Phoenix, does the hostage need to fall into the grinder?" shouted Lucus as a shell landed nearby causing him to jump.

"You can make him fall into the grinder as long as the hostage die in order for the villians to gain victory. Heroes, disable the villians or hold out for 15 minutes," stated the spirit as it darted about. "There's one thing I've forgotten students," shouted the spirit. "In these illusions, there are heroes and villians that fought in the battles and the wars you will take part in. Be warn: thier powers will effect you should you get in their way,"

Lucus was suddenly thorwn aside by a lightning bolt that he didn't see in time as he flew across the beach. He staggered up as he shaked his head from sand as his vision was blurred from the attack as he shaked his head. Lucus looked around as he realised there was a high chance he was going to lose the match but he wasn't going to give up so easily. Lucus quietly sat down and did some meditation for a moment. He was trying to remember the lesson he had with the professor earlier. Lucus cleared his mind as he focused on the objective of killing the hostage. His mind started to clear as he flowed the sand to form a small cyclone around him to shield him from attacks.

'Clear your mind and focus yourself on this one attack,' he thought to himself as he came up with a plan.

Lucus increased the speed of the cyclone as he turned it into a powerful sand hurricane and whipped it across towards the heroes. He had taken a mental note of what the professor did with the other professor. Lucus had a simple plan of unleshing the sand hurricane at the heroes to distract him while he sent his true attack. The hurricane was coming dangerous close to the heroes and the tank (OOC: I presume the heroes are at the tank) and the hurricane was whipped sand past the heroes. Lucus was focusing too much power on the hurricane as he lowered its strenght for a moment before getting up. He sprinted across the sand as he came within view of the tank and punched the air towards it as a purplish blade smashed into the turret of the tank causing the chain to go from side to side widly. It didn't lower the chain but it had caused the chain to go back and forward like a swing. Except, the punch had caused the hostage to be thrown towards the hurricane that was coming closer and the chain had slipped slightly causing the officer to come down gently.

"Ahh!" shouted out the hostage. "I could use some help!" he shouted as the sand hurricane was coming towards him slightly as another purplish blade came flying towards the turret.

By now, Rathma had appeared on the scene as he watched the battle for a moment. He was wearing his black cloak, black cargo pants and he had his mouth guard over his mouth due to the small sand hurricane which was about 10 maybe 14 metres high. Professor Phoniex only appeared because he was slightly worried about if someone was going to get seriously wounded as Rufus question came to him.

"I'm giving them a warm up before we go further," replied Rathma. "I use my memories as part of the illusions and I do hope I can show you more later. In the mean time, I want to avoid deaths and serious injuries. Light injuries are accepted in this course and its highly grantee that the exams is going to break some bones,"

Lucus suddenly realise he was badly out-numbered. He looked around as the others easily over took him and he realised he was going to lose the match quickly.

"Professor Phoenix, does the hostage need to fall into the grinder?" shouted Lucus as a shell landed nearby causing him to jump.

"You can make him fall into the grinder as long as the hostage die in order for the villians to gain victory. Heroes, disable the villians or hold out for 15 minutes," stated the spirit as it darted about. "There's one thing I've forgotten students," shouted the spirit. "In these illusions, there are heroes and villians that fought in the battles and the wars you will take part in. Be warn: thier powers will effect you should you get in their way,"

Lucus was suddenly thorwn aside by a lightning bolt that he didn't see in time as he flew across the beach. He staggered up as he shaked his head from sand as his vision was blurred from the attack as he shaked his head. Lucus looked around as he realised there was a high chance he was going to lose the match but he wasn't going to give up so easily. Lucus quietly sat down and did some meditation for a moment. He was trying to remember the lesson he had with the professor earlier. Lucus cleared his mind as he focused on the objective of killing the hostage. His mind started to clear as he flowed the sand to form a small cyclone around him to shield him from attacks.

'Clear your mind and focus yourself on this one attack,' he thought to himself as he came up with a plan.

Lucus increased the speed of the cyclone as he turned it into a powerful sand hurricane and whipped it across towards the heroes. He had taken a mental note of what the professor did with the other professor. Lucus had a simple plan of unleshing the sand hurricane at the heroes to distract him while he sent his true attack. The hurricane was coming dangerous close to the heroes and the tank (OOC: I presume the heroes are at the tank) and the hurricane was whipped sand past the heroes. Lucus was focusing too much power on the hurricane as he lowered its strenght for a moment before getting up. He sprinted across the sand as he came within view of the tank and punched the air towards it as a purplish blade smashed into the turret of the tank causing the chain to go from side to side widly. It didn't lower the chain but it had caused the chain to go back and forward like a swing. Except, the punch had caused the hostage to be thrown towards the hurricane that was coming closer and the chain had slipped slightly causing the officer to come down gently.

"Ahh!" shouted out the hostage. "I could use some help!" he shouted as the sand hurricane was coming towards him slightly as another purplish blade came flying towards the turret.

By now, Rathma had appeared on the scene as he watched the battle for a moment. He was wearing his black cloak, black cargo pants and he had his mouth guard over his mouth due to the small sand hurricane which was about 10 maybe 14 metres high. Professor Phoniex only appeared because he was slightly worried about if someone was going to get seriously wounded as Rufus question came to him.

"I'm giving them a warm up before we go further," replied Rathma. "I use my memories as part of the illusions and I do hope I can show you more later. In the mean time, I want to avoid deaths and serious injuries. Light injuries are accepted in this course and its highly grantee that the exams is going to break some bones,"

Mathieu scanned the scene, his eyes widening at the sand cyclone. He then remembered the time in the desert...the sandstorm.

An orb of bluish energy enveloped him as Mathieu rocketed forward, heading straight for the cyclone. He was a bit scared, he had only done this once, and then, never for this reason. Sparks and lightning archs used to pass over his body, and he knew it was close to coming undone. But he pushed forward, landing between the tank and the cyclone. Mathieu built the orb into a solid wall, trying to block its path to the tank. More archs passed over him, and he knew he couldn't hold it any longer. The shield fluctuated, like a sun about to nova. With a loud 'whumph' the shield collapsed in a wave of energy that destroyed the cyclone and shot Mathieu backward.

ooc: yeah...can't control it.

[OOC]: Yeah... I kinda got lost at the survival thingy. I'll come in after this simulation's done.

"Oh, really." Sareau wove space, directing the sand into a whirling shield about him and the "hostage" as he strived to release the general from his entanglement.
"Let's get you out of this, Sir-by the time he realises he's effectively cut himself off with that, he's going to try a new tack-except this time, he'll be pissed. Best to have you out of harm's way by then."
The addition of new obstacles, one who could interfere or harm the students was a wrinkle, but one which would be expected if this was a real battlefield, so it was another consideration.
Beneath his mask, his brow furrowed-many of the ubermensch died in the Battle of Berlin, and Hitler's favorites remained in Berlin throughout much of the war as assassination attempts mounted. The woman Blitz-a speedster-supposedly killed the French Resistance's le Reynard Rouge during this battle, but exact records on the locations of various Empowered operatives was still classified, thanks to that damned dictator with the time machine- but the events where they died tended to make the papers.
There were far too many of them, and the period too distant. Roosevelt had drafted almost all into that "Justice Battalion", and kept their movements close to the vest-most were personally ordered by the President.
Few of the Empowered in this era did not take sides-even Sareau's grandfather had claimed, "I am a murderer, a thief, and a criminal-but I am an AMERICAN murderer, thief, and criminal."
Of course, Papau had slipped in and out of Europe competing with the Thule Gesellschaft long before America entered the War...

Lucus was suddenly thrown backwards across the beach as he staggered up still a bit dizzy. He watched helplessly as the Hero Team managed to save the hostage. He didn't felt disappointed in himself but he felt he did his best and he only needed to try harder next time. The illusion faded as the students found themselves back in the arena again.

"Congulations both side for their attempts to complete their objective," congulated Rathma as he looked around at the students. "You all tried your best even though the Villian Team was outnumbered. I'm going to let you catch your breath and have a drink of water before we go into the next illusion. The next illusion is going to be the whole class taking part in an illusion on one team. Some times in the world, both sides will need to team up to conquer the other enemy. I'll let you have five minutes rest while I find a suitable target. In the mean time, I suggest you catch your breath and get to know each other. Because in this battle, the soldiers involved will be able to harm you," finished Rathma as he sat down to meditate and find a suitable illusion for the class.

Any of the room's occupants who had looked out the door at that moment would have noticed a helmeted head looking in, and had they been able to see through the visor, they would've seen the face of a blushing, embarrassed teenage girl with the blood of an alien race in her veins.

She quietly opened the door, slipping in, but misjudged the amount of energy she would require to close it. Sliding easily into place, a loud THUD issued from the frame, and she cringed. The eyes all slid onto her like she had a spotlight illuminating her.

"Sorry I'm late," she whispered almost inaudibly. This was all she needed, to get kicked out of the school and be denied Guardianship.

(OOC: Correct me if I'm wrong but I presume she's entered Professor Phoenix's Class)

IC:

THUD came the sound as Professor Phoniex looked up from his meditation at the armoured suit trying to silently enter the room. He sighed quietly as he looked at the other students before turning to the student already arriving.

"Correction student," replied Rathma as he looked at the student. "Your a bit early for the second period and that doesn't matter at the time. I'm Professor Phoenix and you have came at the right moment. We'll be starting another simulation in a few moments and because you didn't take part in the first illusion, your going to have to stay behind and take part in one by yourself," contiuned a slightly but not obvious angered professor. "The whole class is going to hunt down a boss in the next simulations. The reason being, I found it nearly impossible to take it done by myself. I'm going to give everyone a word of warning. I took part in this battle and if you see me and I don't recongise you, its my past self so I haven't met you yet,"

Yep.

"Understood, sir," Min said quickly in her subordinate voice; this gentleman was as tough as any of the officers who had put her through hell in training.

"What's with the suit?" Professor Phoenix asked caustiously as he lead the students into a bigger arena. "The illusion will have to be taken in here because its bigger and we got more room,"

The new arena was about 4 kilometres wide by maybe 3 kilometres in length. There was no chairs or seating but a simple 100 metre wall around the arena with a few doors leading to other places. Rathma allowed the students to have a moment to themselves.

Perhaps we should find you one...one that suits you and that you'll like.


"Well, unless you expect me to don a costume, I don't expect it to be high on my priority list. Like I said, the status of my existence is itself debatable. And besides, I like my name. Near as I can remember, my mother gave it to me, and I really don't..." Rufus stopped mid-sentence as he saw the Heroes' team win, despite the best efforts of the sand manipulator, somebody he was beginning to admire."

As Rathma was announcing the next part of his lesson for that day's class, he turned to Delphina. "Well, seeing as how they'll be using the big arena, want to see if we can find the observation point? I figure it should be somewhere nearby." He pulled out the folding map and opened it, his mouth slightly skewed to the side as he searched for what he was looking for. "Ah, here it is. Well, feel like watching our young students get themselves blown to bits facing down whatever Rathma has cooked up for them?"

"What's with the suit?" Professor Phoenix asked caustiously as he lead the students into a bigger arena. "The illusion will have to be taken in here because its bigger and we got more room,"

The new arena was about 4 kilometres wide by maybe 3 kilometres in length. There was no chairs or seating but a simple 100 metre wall around the arena with a few doors leading to other places. Rathma allowed the students to have a moment to themselves.

Mathieu picked himself up. He'd been knocked pretty far back from the force of his blast, and hadn't notice that his 'team' had won, though he hadn't necessarily joined the hero side. He followed the others, turning to the newcomer as she announced herself so obtrusively. Without any real reason, he wandered over to where she was talking to the professor. Mathieu heard the question about the suit and decided he wanted to hear the answer as well.

Perhaps we should find you one...one that suits you and that you'll like.


"Well, unless you expect me to don a costume, I don't expect it to be high on my priority list. Like I said, the status of my existence is itself debatable. And besides, I like my name. Near as I can remember, my mother gave it to me, and I really don't..." Rufus stopped mid-sentence as he saw the Heroes' team win, despite the best efforts of the sand manipulator, somebody he was beginning to admire."

As Rathma was announcing the next part of his lesson for that day's class, he turned to Delphina. "Well, seeing as how they'll be using the big arena, want to see if we can find the observation point? I figure it should be somewhere nearby." He pulled out the folding map and opened it, his mouth slightly skewed to the side as he searched for what he was looking for. "Ah, here it is. Well, feel like watching our young students get themselves blown to bits facing down whatever Rathma has cooked up for them?"

"Oh, I don't think that's necessary," Delphina answered, "Have you thought of Janus, maybe...? He was the god of doorways, as it were."

Sareau watched as the war melted away, and listened as Prof Phoenix gave his next exercise. He remembered Ogre, where multiple smaller units took down a massive towering tank. Hopefully, some of his teammates would have an effective attack, as his own powers were primarily defensive and movement oriented...

Kash walked in on Sareau " Umm What's going on?" He asked " Is this an exercise?"

"It will be." Sareau answered. "The professor is going to toss up against a blast from his past-we're to take it down as a team."

"This is a class team exercise," explained Rathma as he prepared to meditate. "In major battles around the world, there's going to be a day when both heroes and villians will require to team up against the one that will extinct them all," explained Rathma as he vanished as the illusion happened.

The students found themselves on the edge of a forest over looking a plain of hills. Lucus peered around and noticed the other students as he realised everyone was on the one side. But what was the target. Lucus turned back to the plains as he ready himself before a massive mammoth of some kind came charging towards him. He was partly in shock as he panic slightly before he stepped back a bit. Lucus watched as someone pushed him aside as the figure came up the towering mammoth and smashed through the mammoth in two goes.

'Is that...the Professor?' thought Lucus to himself as he noticed the man taking down mammoth with a bow and a sword was in fact Professor Phoenix.

"Where the hell have you being?" shouted the figure now known as Rathma.

"Sorry we're late," replied a voice as a column of walkers pass by them with infantry. "The Hawks were giving us trouble,"

"Longshanks, take the walkers and flank left while the infantry brings up the centre. We'll engage the Mammoth Column about half a k from here but we need to keep an eye out for the Fungi Master..." contiuned Rathma as the illusion suddenly froze still as the spirit darted above the students.

"This is the last day of the Fungi war between Vamperial Forces and Fungi Forces. The man you saw taking down the mammoth with a bow and a sword is Professor Phoenix, however, he won't recongise you because this is the past. The plains are fairly opened and your target is over there," the spirit pointed to a two story house that was being used by the Fungi. "I should warn you that the Fungi and the Vamperial Forces are going to see you and injuries can be inflected. Vamperial Forces will not fire on you unless you engage them. They'll take out the mammoths while you go after the Fungi Master," contiuned the Spirit. "Remember the class is one team. Taking the Fungi Master on by yourself is suicidal and you will be seriously injuried. Rathma, the one you see on the battlefield, will be going with you to the Fungi Master and he'll take on the guards while you kill the Fungi Master. Any questions, please say so now or the exercise will begin," finished the Spirit.

Lucus looked around as the towering walkers pass by them as the one on the battlefield known as Rathma sprinted for the two storey house that the students were informed to assault. The mammoths were about 2 feet taller than the walkers and the infantry were weilding assault rifles.

"We should follow Rathma if we're to take out the Fungi Master and we need to do this as a team," said Lucus as he looked at the others.

Benedikt arrived at the school with a green messenger bag over his shoulder.

Kash put his hands on a tree and after a tug and a half the tree flew out of the groun. Kash held it up with two hands and he launched twenty foot tree like a artillery shell towards the mammoths. His feet sank a little in the ground at the weight off the tree, but it felt like a feather to him.

"Um, what if there's an...accident," Mathieu asked hesitantly. He didn't want a repeat of earlier, but he wanted to at least participate.

Lucus watched as the tree nearly hit the mammoths but it fell short. The Walkers then engaged the mammoths about a kilometre from the students current position. The house they were aimed at was about 1 and a half kilometres from their current position but the guards were going to be out in force.

"We should let the walkers engage the mammoths," suggested Lucus as he felt slightly nervous.

"The illusion has being stated to inflect only minor injuries since its a first time at this sort of exercise," replied the spirit to Mathieu. "Professor Phoenix can make the settings cause no injuries, minor injuries, serious injuries or deaths. Since you're new to the illusions he'll only go as far as minor injuries unless the entire class wants to go higher,"

Without a word, Min initialized her suit's combat support systems. The HUD came alive with various indicators and meters. She grimaced at her single energy tank, but that couldn't be helped. The computer tracked her eyes as they dashed across the screen, pausing wherever she wanted a selection made. The targeting reticule appeared, followed by the missile indicator, followed by the area map.

It was the final item that caught her attention most of all. She scanned the area over quickly, noting important points with markers. She disabled the map and strode over to the others, only to catch an offer to increase the difficulty.

"Feel free," she said distractedly. She addressed the rest of the class. "This variant of the suit has no external projection, but I can show you with this." She stabbed a stick into the dirt and began drawing lines and figures. "Here is where the bulk of the big fighters are -- the walkers and mammoths. Here -- the target structure." Drawing a curving line, she looked up. "Notice: a perfectly clear path, but for the guards in the way. Rathma might be able to kill some of them, but we'd be plowing through several dozen. This gives us a straight shot, though, to the... 'Fungi Master'."

Without a word, Min initialized her suit's combat support systems. The HUD came alive with various indicators and meters. She grimaced at her single energy tank, but that couldn't be helped. The computer tracked her eyes as they dashed across the screen, pausing wherever she wanted a selection made. The targeting reticule appeared, followed by the missile indicator, followed by the area map.

It was the final item that caught her attention most of all. She scanned the area over quickly, noting important points with markers. She disabled the map and strode over to the others, only to catch an offer to increase the difficulty.

"Feel free," she said distractedly. She addressed the rest of the class. "This variant of the suit has no external projection, but I can show you with this." She stabbed a stick into the dirt and began drawing lines and figures. "Here is where the bulk of the big fighters are -- the walkers and mammoths. Here -- the target structure." Drawing a curving line, she looked up. "Notice: a perfectly clear path, but for the guards in the way. Rathma might be able to kill some of them, but we'd be plowing through several dozen. This gives us a straight shot, though, to the... 'Fungi Master'."
"That's pretty neat," Mathieu said after thanking the spirit for the explanation. "I can clear the way with an energy shield...I think." he chuckled nervously.

'If they knew history,' thought Professor Phoenix to himself. 'They would find an easier way to take out the Fungi Master. Then again, that was only me,' he thought to himself as he smiled.

"Sounds fairly straight forward," replied Lucus as shells had started to burst over the battlefield. "We should get moving before the shells start over lapping our path," suggested Lucus.

"Um, lemme see what I can do..." Mathieu said. He concetrated, and soon an ovular dome had erected over most of them. "I think this is as big as it gets..."

Sareau asked, "What do we actually know about this Fungi Master?" he asked. "Is he a fungal entity, or some mad myconist?"
The others were following the past version of Prof Phoenix, so he shrugged and followed...

The exercise changing, The Sphincter shot toward the ground, breaking his fall with yet another self-igniting bombshell from the place that gave him his name. The fireball broke his fall and allowed him to make a perfect touch-down landing.

As he moved with the other students (The Sphincter DOES NOT follow), another mammoth came charging through the forest--this one too far for the Professor of the Past to intercept.

"I thought that they wouldn't en--," he began, then, "oh, never mind."

Effortlessly, he swung into action.

Pffffffrrrhrhrhrthrhrhrhrhrtththt!

The mammoth took two sniffing breaths and collapsed in a heap.

"So much for brute force," The Sphincter said.

OOC:

Sorry, folks--I can only afford about one post a day...

"The only thing I've heard about the Fungi Master, he nearly overpowered Rathma in close quarters, had excellent range attacks but he was weak with napalm," answered Lucus as he looked at the Past-Professor as they walked forward. "It wasn't recorded how Professor Phoenix killed the Fungi Master. Err...I saw a picture of the Fungi Master. Its sorta like a...cross breed of a scoprion and an octupus. Its bodyguards were oversized scorpions and Fungi Demons. That's all I know but I doubt either Rathma will tell us how he takes it down," finished Lucus.

Have you thought of Janus, maybe...? He was the god of doorways, as it were.

"Janus. Hmm, that might work. So, if you don't feel like watching the students fight one of Rathma's old enemies, what do you want to do till my class starts. I'm pretty much set up until Rathma is finished. That is, if he finishes this class on time. Oh well, feel like checking out the stew selection? A place is only as good as the stew that they offer."

"Hope we don't have to worry about spores." Sareau replied. "Sounds like some of the Hell Creatures of Sub-Terra, but the group of us should be able to take it. If it's a fungus, maybe light, heat, and arid conditions will weaken it.
"I can deal with ranged attacks, but the rest-maybe Mathieu."

RING!!

"Darn it," muttered the spirit as the illusion suddenly stopped and the students found themselves back in the arena.

"Sorry students but class has ended quicker than expected," stated Rathma as the students looked a bit dizzy. "We'll be picking up from where we left next time which is tomorrow afternoon. Everyone should get to know each other briefly and know their own powers as homework. I also want people to practice their powers. Professor Rufus has the next class. However, I haven't forgotten Min and she'll be required to return to the arena after Rufus class to take part in an illusion. Everyone needs to go through each illusion in order to gain the examination entry level," finished Rathma.

Have you thought of Janus, maybe...? He was the god of doorways, as it were.

"Janus. Hmm, that might work. So, if you don't feel like watching the students fight one of Rathma's old enemies, what do you want to do till my class starts. I'm pretty much set up until Rathma is finished. That is, if he finishes this class on time. Oh well, feel like checking out the stew selection? A place is only as good as the stew that they offer."
"Sure, that sounds...delightful," Delphina smiled.

RING!!

"Darn it," muttered the spirit as the illusion suddenly stopped and the students found themselves back in the arena.

"Sorry students but class has ended quicker than expected," stated Rathma as the students looked a bit dizzy. "We'll be picking up from where we left next time which is tomorrow afternoon. Everyone should get to know each other briefly and know their own powers as homework. I also want people to practice their powers. Professor Rufus has the next class. However, I haven't forgotten Min and she'll be required to return to the arena after Rufus class to take part in an illusion. Everyone needs to go through each illusion in order to gain the examination entry level," finished Rathma.
"Crap it..." Mathieu said, all the ready to see if he could control his powers. He made a blue energy ball in his hand, fiddling with it's size.

"Crap it..." Mathieu said, all the ready to see if he could control his powers. He made a blue energy ball in his hand, fiddling with it's size.

Sareau whispered conspiratorially, "If that's gonna blow, I can toss it outside for you. Or are you cursing for another reason?"

Sareau whispered conspiratorially, "If that's gonna blow, I can toss it outside for you. Or are you cursing for another reason?"
"I got it," Mathieu said, the blue energy absorbing into his skin. "I just meant, this seemed like a fun simulation to run..."

Rufus heard the sudden bell, pulling his sleeve up to expose his watch to double-check the time. "Hmm, I have to apologize Delphina, but apparently my class is going to start soon. Kind of easy for me to lose track of time, I have to apologize for that. Feel free to drop by, but I've got to go and set up right now."

Rufus managed to get into class a few seconds before any students made it in. Once they had all filed in, he hit the large white button on his desk that activated the suppressors in the walls, ceiling and floor, part of the reason that he had decided to use this room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Diplomacy class. My name is Professor Rufus. This white button" he said, pointing at the button he had pressed, "is used to activate the suppression resonators which have just stripped all of you of your powers. Congratulations. You're now all baseline versions of yourselves. In this class, I'll be teaching you the skills you'll need to deal with the people you'll meet. And trust me, intimidation can only get you so far. You'll need to use approaches that don't rely on your abilities, so until I say otherwise, you won't be using your powers here. Save that for Professor Phoenix's class. If you really have a problem with it, I'll be in the arena right before dinner time."

Rufus turned, picked up the controller for the front board display system, pressing the 'Play' button to bring up the first important lesson. "Deputization. Tell me, why is this action important in the classification of superhumans?"

Rufus heard the sudden bell, pulling his sleeve up to expose his watch to double-check the time. "Hmm, I have to apologize Delphina, but apparently my class is going to start soon. Kind of easy for me to lose track of time, I have to apologize for that. Feel free to drop by, but I've got to go and set up right now."

Rufus managed to get into class a few seconds before any students made it in. Once they had all filed in, he hit the large white button on his desk that activated the suppressors in the walls, ceiling and floor, part of the reason that he had decided to use this room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Diplomacy class. My name is Professor Rufus. This white button" he said, pointing at the button he had pressed, "is used to activate the suppression resonators which have just stripped all of you of your powers. Congratulations. You're now all baseline versions of yourselves. In this class, I'll be teaching you the skills you'll need to deal with the people you'll meet. And trust me, intimidation can only get you so far. You'll need to use approaches that don't rely on your abilities, so until I say otherwise, you won't be using your powers here. Save that for Professor Phoenix's class. If you really have a problem with it, I'll be in the arena right before dinner time."

Rufus turned, picked up the controller for the front board display system, pressing the 'Play' button to bring up the first important lesson. "Deputization. Tell me, why is this action important in the classification of superhumans?"
Delphina walked to the back of the room, waiting for the first of the students to speak up. There was a serene silence for her in the room, and for once, she didn't have to watch her intrusiveness. She made it a point to thank Rufus and to speak to him about the suppressor after he had dismissed class. For now, Delphina wore a serene smile and waited.

"You mean, like..." Mathieu started, "Like being deputized by a sheriff or something?"

"I've already been put through military training by the Galactic Federation," Min said irritably. "I'm gonna be a Guardian of the Federation. Do I really need to answer this?" Sighing, answering the question she posed in her mind, she recited the answer most likely expected. "All beings in the Galaxy who have super-specie abilities are to register with the Galactic Federation, and agree to serve the Federation however it may require unless another arrangement is made. Those who refuse to identify themselves are classified as potential threats -- in colloquial terms, a 'supervillain'. Is that good enough?" she ended shortly.

"I've already been put through military training by the Galactic Federation," Min said irritably. "I'm gonna be a Guardian of the Federation. Do I really need to answer this?" Sighing, answering the question she posed in her mind, she recited the answer most likely expected. "All beings in the Galaxy who have super-specie abilities are to register with the Galactic Federation, and agree to serve the Federation however it may require unless another arrangement is made. Those who refuse to identify themselves are classified as potential threats -- in colloquial terms, a 'supervillain'. Is that good enough?" she ended shortly.
Mathieu looked over at Min. For the first time in a long while, someone had impressed him.

"Deputization is important only from a public image standpoint." Sareau answered. "Quite frankly, it's easier-and gives one more latitude-to establish oneself as a bail enforcement officer."

Rufus listened to the answer from Nin, nodding slightly. "Correct in the fundamentals, which makes this a perfect starting point. The terms of hero and villain derive part of their differentiation from the ethical and philosophical standpoint, so I'm using the lazy excuse and letting that matter stay in Professor Davis's class. However, legal status is a major factor in how you will be perceived, and how your dealings with others will go."

"As stated, different jurisdictions will require those with enhanced abilities to register or face legal sanction. Deputization essentially entails full enlistment with the proper local authority, or authorities, to perform police actions. Now, this is not universal, but still important. Obviously, you future criminals won't be expected to comply with such sanctions, and I doubt very much that anybody that adopts the vigilante way of life will comply as well. Heroes, well, as Sareau has effectively stated, that gets left up to where you'll live and primarily operate, particularly on how the police forces are set up."

Rufus went to the next image, that of a metahuman speaking at court proceedings. "Tell me, why does the hero need deputization to be more effective?"

"That depends largely on jurisdiction-in the US, for example, the accused has the right to face his accusers, which was used by the Owl to nearly force his nemesis to unmask in order to testify.
"Without the verification of identity that deputization allows, a masked man cannot have his testimony entered into record. If I were to witness a crime, I would have to take this-" he indicated the full face mask he wore "- off to have my testimony entered into record, at least in the US court system.
"Many jurisdictions require an individual register as costumed identity, and by the verification of identity allowed by deputization, this requirement may be bypassed, protecting the family and loved ones of costumed heroes."

Rufus smiled as he heard the response. "Excellent. Now, why would deputizing a person lessen the effectiveness of a person? Or better yet, let's take one of the definitions of the distinction between the superhero and the vigilante. Why would a person, otherwise operating as a hero, remain a vigilante, and risk government opposition? Keep in mind, we're not going to be questioning the legitimacy or other practices of our hypothetical government."

Lucus was seated in the back of the class as he listened to the conversation of the students. The one that really made him feel uncomfortable was the speech given by Min because it made him feel like a villian. He sat back quietly as he listened to the conversations. He was finally feeling comfortable as he gave his answer.

"Vigilantes are always going to be chase by governments because they don't run by laws which is easier to do because you don't have to follow the rules of the government. That can disadvantage the hero," replied Lucus.

"By becoming a deputy, one accepts the jurisdiction's rules and regulations regarding officers of the law. One reason why becoming a bail enforcement agent is preferable-as agents of the court, they may bypass many of the stricter regulations on police." Sareau answered. "However, deputization can be considered a legitimising of a hero's career, and certainly lends itself to good press. If one wishes one's life's work reduced to a sound bite, of course."

"Vigilantism brings a sense of freedom to the hero in question," Min said quickly, flustered that the chance to answer first had been lost. "It gives them the 'liberty' to operate as they see fit. This is a benefit to both the people they serve and themselves. To those who they protect or serve, it will often give an image of independence that appeals to younger generations, casting them as a sort of 'anti-hero'. For them, the lack of pressure or assignments will sometimes positively affect their performance -- stress is often quite a foe to most heroes. Having lives depending on your success or failure can cause an ulcer in plenty of people."

"Well, look at the Bat." Sareau replied. "When he started his career, his city was literally run by organised crime-the City Council Chairman was also head of the powerful crime families.
"Through his vigilante actions, he has shown the people that the powerful criminal element could be beaten-and the societal forces that operate so glacially slow have cleaned up that city to an extent-though it's still corrupt as hell, you are fairly safe on the streets, and the police and district attourney's offices are no longer compromised.
"Of course, for all he's done for his city-and he is the most effective crimefighter in the business-he's largely regarded as a vigilante, and has been declared outlaw on numerous occasions.
"The people of his city regard each such declaration as proof of the corruption of City Hall, and aid and abet him constantly.
"Of course, he is an exception in exceptional circumstances-his city's government is almost entirely staffed by 'legitimate businessmen' to this day, though their power is not what it was."

RING!!

"Darn it," muttered the spirit as the illusion suddenly stopped and the students found themselves back in the arena.

"Sorry students but class has ended quicker than expected," stated Rathma as the students looked a bit dizzy. "We'll be picking up from where we left next time which is tomorrow afternoon. Everyone should get to know each other briefly and know their own powers as homework. I also want people to practice their powers. Professor Rufus has the next class. However, I haven't forgotten Min and she'll be required to return to the arena after Rufus class to take part in an illusion. Everyone needs to go through each illusion in order to gain the examination entry level," finished Rathma.

Kash answered " I still need to go through the examination, I kind of got here late" He said.

"The examination isn't until the end of 6 months," replied Professor Phoenix. "Have you taken part in the first simulation? You need to take part in all simulations in order to be part of the all in exam simulation," finished Professor Phoenix.

" Well, I got to throw a tree, I was barely in the simulation sir." Kash said " I guess we can do it at another time."

He tried. All he could do was get it to put out a little puff of smoke.

He hated power dampers. He didn't need to practice his powers, either. He knew how to use them. In fact, they were the only thing that he could trust when the chips were down.

Still, it wasn't as if he was in the dorms again. He wasn't in any immediate danger--and the fools around him actually thought that they had time to devote conversation to things like law and order. Law and order! Hah! They should see what good the law does them when three prison guards with clubs are standing over them and they have to defend themselves by whatever means necessary! Try that law and order!

Still, he ventured into the conversation. "All sounds like a bunch of claptrap to me. The REAL issue is how you're going to get through the day. If some bunch of totalitarian thugs makes you register with them or else, what kind of law are they trying to peddle on you? Are they going to train you to goose step with the rest of the 'registered few' while they're at it? And this Bat of yours, I've heard of him. He's strictly small town. Sticks to one city, and works alone. Even if he is the top of the heap, one day, he'll slip up, and then what happens...to his city? How does he get through his day knowing that everything that he's doing is doomed to fall to dust?"

OOC:

My character is a villain. I apologize for his confrontational attitude, but, as a villain, he's arrogant, narcissistic and confrontational. I'll try to keep him in line, but you know how these characters can be. ;)

And remember: no matter how much contempt The Sphincter may express, I deeply respect you all--you've got writing skills in advance of 90% of the world, and that has to count for something.

"You're going to go through the simulation today," replied Professor Phoenix as he showed the student into the smaller arena. "I won't be available for the rest of the day and I perfer we get it over and done with today. Either that or you take part in four simulations tomorrow,"


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"You don't need to regisiter with the so called 'Federation'," started Lucus. "All the Lynion Heroes have never enlisted with the 'Federation' because they fought for the kingdom. You don't need to be enlisted in order to be a hero. If it applied, then it would be completely pointless because why do heroes need to register? Does that make me a villian because I haven't register to the 'Federation'?" finished Lucus.

" Lets get it done right now then Professor" He said almost bowing to him. " What will the simulation be of?"

"You'll be siding with Union Rebels in 2005 during the early stages of the Union Rebellion in the Vamperial Colony of Union," started Professor Phoenix as he started to meditate. "You'll be siding with three Rebels that intend to ambush a convoy of Vamperial Forces. Both sides will be weilding swords as the automatic weapons had already arrived at the point the convoy is going to. You'll see me at the top and when you have control of yourself destroy the convoy," finished Phoenix. "Do you understand the objective?"