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Answering the call; A Banding like no other SL
Topic Started: Apr 21 2008, 03:33 PM (1,144 Views)
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The last few minutes were ticking down on this Friday afternoon at AHS. Students were on the edges of their seats ready for the weekend ready for their party to get started. Indeed that must have been what was on everyone’s minds right? The weekend, no school, a weekend full of fun. Well that wasn’t all true for despite their excitement in many of the students also existed fear. Fear of the released H block victims. Fear that as students of AHS they were potential targets. Fear that if they desperately needed help that even with their amazing powers they were overwhelmed that there would be no one to save them from their peril. Today that problem was being addressed.

Fro as the bell rang announcing it was 2:45. As the students ran out through the halls some forgetting about the peril many more a step slower because of it, and one, a tall black haired boy, was already entering the old unused Geography 2 honors classroom. He placed his bigger than usual backpack on the ground and than got to work quickly. He arranged the room so that all the tables formed a large rectangle with enough chairs for as many letters as he sent out and extras at the table. There was a lone seat at the front of the rectangle right in front of the board which had Concerned Citizens Action Committee written on it in big letters. The boy known as Terel Rione set a briefcase of sorts in front of him and took out a copy of the letter he had sent out, a list of whom he had sent the letter out to, and various other sheets and stuff. He placed a clipboard with a sign in sheet at the other end of the table having the appropriate areas for contact information and just as a whole things were definitely well thought out. Dressed in his AHS school uniform still he stood up from his seat and filled out his own information on the sheet as an example.

It was 2:55 now and no doubt people would arrive at any second. Excitement was racing through his every being. He just couldn’t wait for this meeting to get started for him to speak his ideas. He was nervous that people wouldn’t go for it that people wouldn’t see the usefulness of this team, of this source of protection for the students but he knew deep inside he would get at least a few. And that few would surely grow as they went along. For this group represented not only a means to protect the school but also a way for it’s members to get stronger seeking helps from some of the strongest fighters in the school and training right along side them. Indeed this group had amazing possibilities. It was just up to the students here now, up to those whom had received the letter s to receive the call and accept it.

As the last few minutes dwindled away Terel took his place in the room leaning against a nearby wall in a position to greet the people as they walked in. Pizza, Chinese food, and donuts were all being delivered here by some special variety place and they should arrive Terel imagined probably about ten minuets into the meeting. Taking a deep breath the tribesman put on his always-faithful smile his mind completely at ease. This would work he just knew it and as the first members began entering his smile couldn’t help but grow even larger. He was despite all of the nervous excited, and that excitement couldn’t help but grow with every member that entered. This was his time to shine time to show how far he had truly come during his time here. Terel was a leader now, and it was time to prove it.
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Class ended, and though everyone else had jumped out of their seats, Levhanti remained where he was. He calmly put his stuff away, letting the riot go by and din to die down. Once everyone was gone, Levhanti stood up from his seat and puled the now folded letter from his pocket, reading where he was to go one last time. Geography II Honors class. Not his favorite subject, but he guesses any room was as good as any other.

Levhanti left the room and entered a second wildness, the slamming of lockers and press of bodies heading opposite of him towards the doors. Levhanti stayed along the walls, ignoring the weird looks he was getting, students wondering why he was going into the school instaed of out.

By the time he had reached the room, the hallway was mostly empty, a few kids and teachers here and there. Levhanti took a deep breath and checked his bag one last time, making sure all notebooks and paper were placed acordingly. Having everything ready, he pushed open the door.

An empty room greeted him, except for a familiar face sitting in the corner. Levhanti took his bag from his shoulders and placed on the table as he walked over to an old friend.

"Hey Terel, I haven't seen you in a while? How've ya been?"
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Sitting in class was boring that day, and it took forever when she thought of the letter in her small backpack. Still she looked like she was enjoying herself, as usual. While she waited for class to pass, as it did so slowly, she pulled the envelope of the letter out and started coloring on it. She was such a kid sometimes. Pink, blue and yellow colors scribbled hearts stars and moons all over the page along with music notes and swirls. She was so into coloring in fact that she didn’t notice the bell ring until half the other class members were out of her class room. It wasn’t abnormal for her to space off, these classes seemed so… elementary, things she already knew too well.

After putting her things away she walked out of the classroom. It didn’t take too long to find the assigned room. She wasn’t sure what exactly to expect but she found her way to the room and walked in. Terel was waiting there for others but so far he was the only one. When she walked in she looked at him and smiled tossing up a peace sign with her right hand.

“Hello! I’m Rizel.”

As far as she could remember, they’d never met. She looked around the empty room. No one. It seemed cluttered and a little dusty, meaning he didn’t care to clean up OR he hadn’t been there very long. She decided, since on one else was there that she would tidy up. Walking toward the chair he had claimed she put her bag on the chair directly to his chairs right. Then she decided against cleaning up the room and merely stood waiting for others, as Terel did.
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Someone should probably make a joke that this classroom had never been used, even if you remembered how often parts of the school exploded, it was still never used. Rebuilt constantly and forgotten. That is until it was chosen to house this little gathering of nonsensical meta humans. All these kinds of people should create and exist in worlds mutually exclusive too each other. Could you believe space aliens and people from lost civilizations existed in the same room? They certainly shouldnt. What about magical swords and exploding money? Ignoring the fact that having a power that would make only your own money explode would suck exponentially.

Anyways, today we got one girl. A heavy metal hex witch, who on her own hadnt been thrilled or even interested in showing up that much. But you lose a drunken bar bet, you have to uphold the drunken bar bet. And that meant joining this little group and serving in it for at least a year (with exceptions of it falling apart or her dying, normal meta bet stuff). So here she walked in, the girl Jade. Smoldering cigarette between her lips, the makeup unfortunately leaving behind red lip imprints on the tiny stick.

Yeah, she was wearing makeup. She was dressed in her school uniform, altered in just the right places to look more like her. Such as the shortened skirt, the rather angry spiked belt, the shortened sleeves and the gloves. Her hair was pulled up into bunches, one on the back of each side of her head. All that save for two tendrils that fell down in front of her face in long special strands. While one hand opened the door, the other was clinging tightly to her guitar case. After all, it was her weapon. That and the gun hiding on her person. But we will get to that later.

"Eh...this the right place?" Her voice was rash and rushed. Slightly bothered that there was so much food there, and the person she wanted to eat it with wasnt about. Oh well. Those kind of things happened, alot. "I'm looking for the...concerned citizen something or other. This it?"
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"Hopefully the meeting didn't start yet."

Andrew had been keeping his eyes on the school for a while now. Though he visited many times, he had kept watch for the sake of Aeria and Som. Plus he would be able to get enough research done in peace while he did work with the guardians within his home. He had an assortment of materials with him: a pair of gauntlets on his hands with a wristwatch on his right hand, a hoverboard under his arm since he considered it his best form of transportation, and a pair of glasses on his face. The familiar sound of moaning came from behind him as a Chattur'gha zombie following up close behind. He had to use one to take care of some random upkeep tasks a few hours and eventually forgot to return him back. Facing the door, he looked at the zombie and shook his head. "I should bring you back before I go in huh? Return." Waving his hand, the zombie vanished and left behind the blood red rune on the ground. Opening the door, he heard Jade's voice and had a feeling that this probably might be the place. Looking at the food, it probably might be the place. More than likely it must have been a welcome party.
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"What the hell are we doing here? It's not like we're concerned about humans." Serap said wondering about them being at the welcome party. of course not but we still get to fight and if we're lucky we will also get to shed some blood all in the name of protecting the students and what not" Drake explained as he was touching his horns that just recently grew on his head "Stop doing that..their still new and probably also fragile. Serap said to Drake as he entered the hall.

"You can't blame me from being curious I've never had horns or these weird things on my chin..I get the feeling that I need to shave every time I feel my chin and what heck are these things on my knuckles?" Drake asked being puzzled about his new appearance as he stood there in the door opening looking at all the other people that were already in the hall.

"Those things on your knuckles make you able to do more damage when you punch someone. You could see it as those things they call brass knuckles and your new appearance can really show people that your a demon and not some genetically manipulated human. " Serap replied explaining. "Those are called Meta-Humans and most students are meta's or humans and that's probably why this Club is made to protect meta's from humans or the other way around." Drake trying to explaining the whole meaning of the club at least that's what he thought it was. After explaining Drake entered the room dragging his tail over the floor.
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"It's not as if you can tell for certain either way, just by looking at someone," a female voice chimed in. "Unless, of course, you plan to stop in the middle of an emergency to check every human's blood for meta-genes."

The new addition to Drake and Serap's dialogue came from across the room as they entered, though it managed to reach them with enough of its volume intact. By now, hopefully, that voice was becoming a little more recognizable, if only from being heard before at the principal's early-morning meeting. One's eye might have turned to find that same crimson-haired woman again, and reasonably expected to once again find her hiding over at the fringe of the assembly. Instead, they'd have been greeted by the sight of a small fox on a filing cabinet in the corner, not that far from the bank of windows overlooking the grounds. A red fox was she, with a bit of black in her ears and white on the tip of her tail...

"And also, don't forget those living here that aren't a human at all, or that were and perished, to become something else entirely. Far more species have walked this area's hills and halls than simply humans and metas."

She paused, musing on the unique status of the two boys, and then on that of the others drifting in with them.

"I should think you would know that best."
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Just then, something large and dark careened out from the grounds, slamming into the wide window of the classroom with enough force to knock the books off of the shelf under the windowsill. That was one of the new upgrades to the classroom that had been implemented the last time they had been forced to rebuild it: shatterproof windows. The guy who ordered their contruction must have become fed up with a certain young man's habitual use of the windows for dramatic entrances. A pained face could be seen smeared up against the glass before the whole thing slid down with a sharp squeal. The windows were already proving their worth.

Several minutes later, a disgruntled looking young man dragged himself sullenly in through the open door, rubbing a large bruise on the side of his jaw. Sting's normally wide and excited eyes were narrowed with pain and indignation, and the folds of long, black coat trailed behind him like broken wings. "-stupid new windows... how am I supposed to make an entrance now..." He muttered under his breath, followed by a multitude of barely audible obscenities as he made his way across the room, looking for all the world like a cat that had it's tail stepped on. His untamed blonde hair sprung out in random spikes, he wore his usual shabby attire of ripped jeans and a worn T-shirt.

When he reached an open seat, Sting whipped off his coat and draped it over the back of his seat. He then slumped down into the chair and glowered at the rest of the room. No better way to ruin a guy's mood than to ruin his awesome entrance... He didn't even feel up to making a pass at the gothic hottie he'd passed by on the way in. She was probably taken anyway.

((I'll enter with my second character later.))
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They had worked well as a team. Heck, there was more than one occasion where the three of them went off to fight alone, just the three of them. Well, four, Linda came along, but really didn't do much in the actual fight. When they were running away, sure, when they were starting, even more (she was almost like the cap gun that started the races). But no, the three of them would be doing the actual fighting during the contracts.

Mark Foley. Correction, Sergeant Mark Foley, walked up in his regular regalia of the school uniform, albeit... modified. It was the standard school stuff, but he had taken a leaf from a friend's book and fitted the jacket to take a few of his favorite knives. Black shoes thudded down on the floor as he walked into the room. There wasn't anything special about this guy. Tall, blond hair and ice cold eyes, he looked like he more belonged in the army rather than a superhero team, but this guy had powers. Like the rest of the place, actually. He looked around, and shrugged off any thoughts about these people. There were some he doubted to see in a few weeks time, but some others had proven themselves.

Still, he'd try his best to keep them alive... damn, what was he thinking? This time, it wasn't him that was the squad leader... it was this Terel man. Who, it seemed, was standing in front of them. Quickly signing the sheet with his AHS name, Mark sat down near the front, but not directly beside him. It was a good place to listen fro- Something slapped against the shatterproof windows. Not really something you'd expect, seeing as higher caliber weapons and metahuman powers were more popular, but headshots always took someone down. The armed student visibly relaxed and stowed the weapon as he recognized Sting.

Waiting for him, Mark cracked into a slight grin as he held out his hand to shake Sting's.

"Idiot, window entries are done feet first, not face first."

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While not one to do this sort of thing, Alyss followed the leader, in this case Mark. it was an extension of their contract as Marauders, and of course, she had a younger sibling slash daughter to take care of. And she wasn't going to do that hiding behind the guys who fought the battles for school. Gloved hands grabbed the doorframe on each side as a half blond-brunette head poked her head in. The rest of Alyss Bakuhatsu walked in, dressed in the usual AHS uniform. Besides the glove and the satchel hanging from her back, nothing special. They had gone into summer uniform recently, but Alyss still retained the jersey. It was more to avoid commentary of her body. Then again, those that knew her didn't comment, even without the jersey.

Eyes scanned the room, nodding towards Mark, and kept on going, falling onto the rather moody Sting. Ah yes, the Mission Impossible guy who tried to winch in on her bath in the hot-springs. Damn him, he seemed to like following her around. Alyss didn't get it. The guy almost had the equivalent to a grenade shoved down his throat, so why did he persist? Nonetheless, she searched for more familiar faces, and found them in Jade and Levhanti. One was a drinking buddy a night a few weeks ago, and the other another mercenary.

Alice surfaced in their shared minds, asking about what was happening. The conversation was plain, as it just was an update. Alice then wandered off into their mind again.

Oh boy. Alyss took a seat, and looked up and down the length of the room. Nothing much else to do, except wait.

((Issac will come later))
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A couple minutes after Alyss entered came a pair of people. One a tall blonde kid dressed in a red vest, black undershirt, and black pants. He had a backpack on and ear plugs in his ears an MP3 player hidden in his vest pocket. A grin on his face as he walked into the room. The food had been delivered and was now spread out on the table and the sight of it only made Relk’s smile grow. He would’ve come to this meeting even without the food I mean Terel was his best friend plus he was a fighter. Still the food definitely helped encourage him to stay. In fact encouraged him so much that he didn’t even notice some of the familiar faces such as Sting from the bank thing with Crimson, Levhanti from those weird wolves in the woods, and that Goth chick who offered to give him a good uh… well it involves wind and the mouth, we’ll leave it there. Instead he just grabbed a plate with quite a bit of food on it, signed in than took a seat next to Sting, still not recognizing him, and just began chowing down leaving behind his pink haired counterpart.

This counterpart of course being Sarina Summers. The pink haired amazingly well developed beauty smiled laughing at Relk immediate leave for food. She herself was dressed in her school uniform, not quite sure how Relk wasn’t, and her hair was let down as always. She strolled over to the sign up sheet quickly writing down her name and than looked around the room. It seemed that Terel and Relk were the only people she knew! That’s a shame! The outgoing person in her just saw it as a challenge and a smile on her face she made plans to meet everyone in this room one way or another. However seeing that it was time for the meeting to start she took a seat on the other side of Relk.

Terel himself was busy talking to his old friend. Seeing Levhanti had indeed come definitely brought a smile to his face. His old football buddy had been quite an asset according to Relk in a fight in the woods once and as such was one of the first people Terel had prepared a letter for. Smilign Terel looked the man in the eyes speaking his tone clam and friendly,

“It has been a long time man nice to see ya. I’ve been good myself nothing overly bad really. I’m glad you decided to show up here can’t wait to see what you have to contribute to the team,” Terel than heard Rizel's voice and smiling gave a wave to the girl, “Hey there I’m Terel thanks for coming,” than he noticed yet another entrance and smiling he spoke to Jade, “Yeah your in the right place come on in and take a seat the meeting should start in just a second. Excuse me if you will Lev I need to go ahead and get things rolling,”

With that Terel walked back to his seat into the front of the room. He watched the crowd that had gathered and the smile on his face grew. This bunch though strange and some of them somewhat unintimidating, especially the man who had slammed into a window, did seem to have some serious potential to it. They seemed to have a very wide range of people as a whole and while it might be hard to get everyone working together at first Terel knew that if they could come together this group could truly do a lot of good for the group. The only problem could be personality conflicts but Terel only hoped that wouldn’t be a problem. Standing up straight he went ahead and spoke to the room as a whole his deep calm voice managing to not sound overly loud but to carry throughout the room,

“If everyone would please take a seat it is time for our meeting to get under way,” allowing time for people to take their seats and get situated Terel than spoke up again his voice very strong and professional sounding, “First allow me to introduce myself. I am Terel Rione senior here at AHS and I am the one who sent you all the letters. I would like to welcome all of you and thank you for at least giving this club a chance. First off let me clarify that what this club does is a secret. The school would I doubt approve of a group like us taking the risks we will undoubtedly take and as such we will front as a political/service group of sorts. In reality we will be a group devoted to the protecting of students. We will train to get stronger, patrol school grounds, and just keep the school safe as a whole. With the recent H block outbreak we can no longer rely on our individual skills, we must come together as a team and fight as one. Now it won’t be easy and it will take some tiem for our group to mesh, but if you guys are willing to trust me and each other this group can truly do some serious good for this school and present some great opportunities for you to grow stronger a swell. And for you fighters out there, yes, this is probably a great opportunity to fight. You being here alone tells me you are serious about joining and for that once again I thank you, now,” with that Terel scanned the room somewhat before speaking again, “Now make sure you have signed the list and I would like for you all one by one to stand up and state if you have had any experience in this defense sort of stuff before and what your name is and connection to the school. I’ll start and than you guys can go at your own pace. As I have told you I am Terel Rione senior here at AHS. I was a guard for my tribe, the Furyonin people, a group most of you probably haven’t heard of. I have been training myself as a warrior throughout my time at AHS and I have fought for the protection of students here at AHS multiple times. Next.”

((OOC: Ran QUITE a bit logner than I had hoped and Im not sure if it has the quality there ither. Regardless I apologize. Also would like to state you dont need to have any set order for the introductions, just make sure you do 'em. Thanks ^_^))
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Levhanti signed the sheet on his way to sit down. He had been watching the people enter and knew quite a few, but decided it was not a good idea to try and talk to everyone at that moment, He could do all that later. He waved to Alyss as he sat down next to her, but soon turned to face Terel as he began his speech.

Levhanti concentrated on the words being said. He had been worried about the massive break out, but more than that, he worried about not being able to do anything about it, and not being able to help those who needed it, Levhanti was driven around the protection of his friends, but by himself, he did not know if he would be able to. But with this group, and the help of others, they might stand a chance in protecting the school as a whole, which was not only a goal deemed worthy by Levhanti, but it was a goal deemed worthy by Loial, who was by far much harder to please.

As he was done, Levhanti paused a moment to see if anyone else was going to start. Seeing no one jumping up, Levhanti stood, drawing the attention of the room. He grinned broadly and opened his back pack as he talked, pullig out aa small spiral.

"My name is Levhanti Seivir. I have been a fighter most of my life, and have done a large amount of gang and blackmarket work. I'm quick to think things through and come up with plans. My counterpart is Loial, and for lack of a better term, he lives inside of me, though he is his own seperate person. He fights as much as I do, and has an understanding of an actual battle and defenses that comes from first hand experience."

As he spoke, Levhanti was drawing carefully on the notebook he had pulled from his backpack. "I bring is knowledge combined with my skills, as well as being a walking armory, able to create anything from just a sheet of paper."

With this, Levhanti pushed his hand into the paper and pulled out the drawing he had been working on. A pen that, at the puch of the button, extended a small knife blade instead of a ballpoint for writing. He made sure everyone could see what it was. He layed the pen on the table before him as he sat down, anxious to hear what the others had to say.
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Well, if this wasnt the right place there certainly was an army of crazy people showing up at once. So many many crazy people. However, the girl did manage to get a laugh out of the antics of one lad in particular. Sting was his name, though the goth girl didnt know it. It was nice that physical humor still existed in this day and age. And it wasnt him making a huge deal out of it. One screw up didnt ruin the world. Good times. Well, the goth girl just puffed on her cigarette and moved into the room. Goaded into a better sense of trust after hearing the man up front declare that this was in fact, the correct room.

Letting the smoke trail to the ceiling the girl looked around, trying to decide on a place to sit. Seems the back row was filling up the fastest. Pity, there werent any good places for her to park down. There was food around, but she didnt feel much like eating. Hell, she just wanted her cigarette and a beer. A couple beers, maybe a keg. Get so blasted that she couldnt walk and ended up passed out in the bathtub again. That was surprisingly comfortable. Thankfully she was smart enough to shoot or stab anyone that suggested she was an alcoholic.

Eventually she took a random seat. Far enough from the main masses but close enough to hear. A seat that just really didnt matter. Story of her life.

Then she heard the pitch. It was a vigilante group. Fucking a'. If only she had bet the fourth grade haircut and week in the chicken suit instead. Oh well, a bet was a bet, and she was going to ride this damn thing out. Though she had to wonder why in all things, the person she was betting with picked this group as her punishment. Fate can get tricky like that couldnt it.

Soon enough though, the list that she had to sign was brought over to Jade. And she sadly had to stand up and do the schipel, the nonsensical thing that she just had to do. So she stood up, removing the cigarette from her mouth and holding it between two fingers, staring at it, to her it was more important then getting to know this strange group.

"Jade Togami. I dont have experiance when it comes to 'defense' or any of this commando shite. My siblings and I go here. That is all there is to it." She shoved the cigarette back between her lips, took a nice drag on it and sat back down. There, that was all she had to say.
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Sting lazily looked around the classroom from his seat, taking the measure of the students who had come to join the secret club. Most of them he'd seen around the school, like Levhanta... Fanta.. something or other and the girl... Ritzel? Sting couldn't remember. He wasn't terribly good with names. For now, he'd just call her... Girl. Yeah. But hey, if they were here to join the club, he would have to get to know them sometime.

“If everyone would please take a seat it is time for our meeting to get under way.”

Sting adjusted the coat hanging off the back of his seat and crossed his arms in front of him to here out the boss-man's little speech. Dang, this guy liked to talk. But something that guy said made Sting tense up almost unnoticeably, for less than a second. The H-Block breakout. That made Sting think for a moment. It wasn't that he was scared about a hoard of dangerous Metas on the loose- that kind of thing happened all the time. It was almost an everyday thing in world where pre-teens could spew acid from their nose. No, it was the memory of one specific Meta-human who had until recently been locked away- and for good reason.

But then an angel floated in through the door, and Sting forgot all about it. Actually, it wasn't so much as an Angel floating in as just Alyss slash Alice walking normally through the door, but to Sting's overly dramatic perspective, she was like a divine being. Such beauty, such grace, such firepower... Like a beautiful butterfly raining death from the sky. Well then... Sting smoothed out his shirt and ran a hand through his hair that did nothing to smooth it out, and stood up to introduce myself.

"My name is Sting, Ay-Kay-Ay Yancy Shackleford the Second, and if you laugh, I'll find you, and I am a sophomore here. I've been trained in several disciplines of martial arts, I am legally allowed to carry a firearm-" as he said this, Sting pulled out his glock and flipped it around a few times before stowing it back in his belt, purely to show that he knew how to use it as well, "-And my own Meta-human powers allow me to control electric devices with my mind. Beyond that, I'm generally a kickass person, who knows how to love like no other. Oh, and I'm single." Sting sent a discreet (at least, to him) look in Alyss's direction before sitting back down in his chair.
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"Hm..."

With a donut in his mouth, he signed his name on the paper as he listened to Terel. The idea was noble enough, but the main concern that he had was if there would be cohesion within the team. Already he had enlisted twice for defending the school. He had hoped that Terel would be able to keep them all under one banner and function as a team. Listening to the other people, he kept his eyes closed while munching on a donut. He had been waiting patiently for others to finish. He wasn't really sure how to tell them about who or what he was. However, he was going to do what is needed. Opening his eyes, he wiped his mouth after finishing up his donut and began to speak. "My name is Andrew Vanderburg. I had been a part of the old AHS defense squadrion known as DRAGON twice, so I do have some knowledge about defending the school. I had participated in different missions to aid the school as well. As to what I am capable of, I am an inventor of sorts. Much of the gear that I have on me I had designed myself." He placed his hoverboard on his lap as he said that. "This is one of those things. I also have magic knowledge, but I will leave that for another time."
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"To serve and protect??" Serap said to Drake joking "We're here more to Search and kill.." Drake answered while looking over at Terel who started his speech talking about protecting students and similar things which Drake didn't quiet hear. What he did hear was that peopled needed to introduce themselves.
"Welcome back to school Drakey boy" Serap said teasing Drake "Put a sock in it, Little Demon.." Drake replied knowing that this would shut him up.

"Drake Blade and I'm an assassin and not to forget a demon so don't even try calling me a meta-human or I will make you wish that you were on the sun instead of in my line of fire. I've got plenty of battlefield experience and I'm blacksmith so if you need a sword then I'm your guy." Drake stated then sat back down leaning back in his chair.
"I don't think that people will see you as a human anymore especially with that new appearance of got." Serap said.
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As the others introduced themselves Rizel listened while she looked over the doughnuts. After examining them she took one that had pink frosting and sprinkles on the top. While eating it, which wasn’t on her subconscious mind because she never gained weight (stupid body), she watched the others. She was the quietest one, it seemed, but she wasn’t shy. When it was her turn she stood after swallowing a bite of the doughnut.

“I’m Rizel, I’m a siren, I don’t really fight at all, but if you need healing you can come to me. I’m a freshman here at AHS… and that’s about it.”

With that she smiled her radiating smile and sat down to finish her food. They had other things but sweets were definitely her favorite. The clipboard was slid her way and she began filling it out as she pulled herself another doughnut. Though she wasn’t doing much, her aura, just poured out happiness and cuteness; a very odd thing. It was then, as the others continued with introductions that she realized she didn’t know any of them. Then again through the program she could get to know them. She finished her information that she had filled out with a blue marker and slid it onward to another person to fill out.
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One by one they spoke, until almost all assembled had given their introductions. One remained, of course... the one still watching the others from her perch on the filing cabinet. When it finally came her turn to speak, she lifted her vulpine body just enough to align her vocal cords more properly. And as she spoke, she did so quietly, though the faintest of breezes seemed to carry the sound fully intact to each person's ear...

"Seishou is my name. Just Seishou."

The statement was followed by a pause. The fox, while not hesitant on speaking of herself, was still a bit choosy on just how she phrased it.

"I am... a caretaker of the campus memorial, and the gardens around it. I have done so since it was built, back at the end of the first major war between AHS and the SAEMH. I was actually involved in that conflict, as well as many before and after, so I've a good measure of experience in the defense of this campus."

Another pause came, as she drew in thoughtful breath.

"As for my ability, I am primarily an illusionist and elemental sorceress. My central discipline is in the control of fire, though I am also rather adept in the use of the wind. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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Mark listened, almost silent as his head swiveled to meet the people who stood up. After all this, he stood up himself and swept his ice blue eyes across the room. Both his palms settled on the table, fingers spread wide

"My name's Mark Foley, although some might know me as Mark Hamilton. I'm a part of a company called the Marauders. I still am. We call ourselves military contractors, but most would use the word 'mercenary' to describe us. Some of you have fought with me on several contracts before.

Being a mercenary, I have about five years combat experience in mostly urban battlefields, AHS campus would apply to the same rules. And I have access to conventional weapons. I also can call in the support of the Marauders if a situation gets out of hand."

Mark looked around again, eyes almost challenging anyone to speak against the mercenary company. It was his family, his life. Something they just had to live with. He nodded to confirm all these facts, and then continued on.

"I am a student here, at AHS and there are more than a few people here that I dearly wish to see graduate and live on to be beside me when I die on a bed."

His mind wandered to that list of names. It wasn't long, but it wasn't short, either. Yang, Linda, Issac, Alice, the Marauders he worked with... there were many that he wanted to see alive at graduation, better if he could come to a reunion with them.

"Some of you here are Marauders as well, and I hope we can work together again."

He sat down, crossing his arms and looking at the rest.

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Sting introduced himself. Yancy? But wait... wasn't he Allan? Someone was getting a bomb shoved in his locker room tonight. Either way, it would have repercussions, the first of which was a soft smile curling onto Alyss' lips, and an uproar in her mind. Empaths, or any telepaths of any kind would begin to hear what was going on in her mind, which was a fierce laughter coming from a normally quiet personality. Then he declared his marital status of being single, which caused her to laugh physically.

Taking on the cue, Alyss stood up and looked around the room.

"I'm Alyss. Some might know me as Alice, we're both different personalities in one body. I'm a student here, a junior. This place is as much a place as my home as the place I was born in, and Alice only knows this place as her home. I've worked with Mark as a Marauder before, and have experience in using a knife. I'm not a close in fighter, but if you need me to crack open anything short of a tank, I'm your girl."

A glance at Sting, who had known, first hand, at what could happen if she tried shoving a video camera battery down a throat. It had exploded, but not quite in his throat. The thing made a mess, too. Hotsprings were not where you want to go setting off stuff like that.

"My powers are based around high explosive, although I'm trying to develop a less... dramatic ability. If anyone can help me there, I'm open to suggestions."

A quick, gentle smile before she sat back down.

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He was late, no doubt about that.

Issac barreled up the stairs, finally reaching his destination without incident. He carefully slid the door open, his eyes and his empathy spotting quite a few people he recognized. Mostly, it was a good thing. Alice, Mark, Jade, then the rest... yeah, it was all of them. He took the clipboard as it came his way from Rizel. Nodding his thanks with a smile, Issac stood up.

"My name's Issac. Some of you know me as Issac Naku."

Looking around the room, he could see quite a few people who knew him.

"This place is my home, and I go here as a sophomore. I also have people here who I want to protect, although one has signed up. The others know how to take care of themselves."

He gave a small smile, and glanced at Mark, who grinned in return. Yeah, he fought with these guys, not for them.

"I'm empathic, if you can feel emotions, I can find you. I specialize in swordsmanship and knife throwing, I also create swords out of my own emotions, or a weapon of some sort."

Taking a seat again, Issac looked around him to see if there was any others he didn't know. Rizel, the girl beside him was definitely one of them. Terel, their leader was another. But for now, the introductions continued on, and he had to pay attention.
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A few seconds after Issac took his seat, yet another late student poked her head in through the door. "Oh. Am I late?" The girl was of Indian decent, with a roundish face and pursed lips. Her straight, black hair was twisted into a long braid that hung almost halfway down her back. While her eyes had first seemed stern, the girl now seemed rather embrassed at being late to the first club meeting. A dark blush had begun to creep up her cheeks. "Sorry..." After another akward moment of silence, the girl moved into the room, and shut the door discreetly. She was wearing a form-fitting T-shirt that showed off her developed body, and a pair of camo cargo pants. Her backpack was slung over one shoulder.

"I'm sorry for being late," she began, silently wishing that she could stop blushing. She had always been easily embarassed around strangers. "My name is Rebecca, and I'm in the eleventh grade. I've only been at this school for several weeks, so I do not know much about it yet. My powers are hard to describe, but you could say I deal with 'elemental magic.'" With that, Rebecca made a small bow to the classroom and hurried to find her seat with unusual nervousness.

She ended up choosing a seat next to a blonde girl on the far side of the room. She carefully took off her backpack and silently sat down, trying not to attract more attention to herself. Rebecca knew she shouldn't really be embarassed about being late, but she came from a family where flawless punctuality and strict regulations where drilled into the children from birth, and still had some sort of unconscious fear that she would be reprimanded for it. That was one of the reasons she had decided to go to the AHS in the first place.

Not everything about AHS was perfect. For example, the blonde kid sitting back in his chair several desks behind Rebecca, the hooligan who had tried to feel her up in the hall on the first day of school. It was fortunate Rebecca hadn't noticed him yet. Fortunate for him, that is. It wasn't likely that the fiery girl would ever forgive him for it. Thinking about the painful ways she would punish him if he ever tried something like it again.
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Shortly after Rebecca spoke Relk stood up a smile on his face. He had notched Jade introduce herself but had decided to ignore that she was here for the moment. I mean the awkwardness of speaking to someone who joking or not offered to do some um “dirty thing” for money couldn’t be measured. So for now Relk just pretended not to remember the event and with a smile on his face he began his won introduction. Standing up tall the boy spoke his tone even and yet showing a notable amount of excitement ebbed into it’s every word,

“I’m Relk Sitobi and I’m a senior here at AHS. I am a swordsman trained by my grandfather, father, and his best friend who was an uncle of sorts to me. My powers revolve around a jewel embedded into my skin and a magical sword which chose me as its wielder. I am a well trained fighter and have fought a decent number of battles while here at AHS in the defense of others.”

With that the boy sat down. A short introduction true but it was all Relk really felt needed to be said. After all a minute with Relk and you would find out what he was about anyway. The musical genius, outgoing, silly, kid who loved swordsmanship. Relk was a joker, a fighter, a lover, and well a crazy laid back teenager. Really he was a typical teenage kid in a lot of people’s eyes. But that would all be uncovered by his team members soon enough he figured. So leaning back in his chair he smiled making it quite clear his introductions were done. And with that his pink aired beauty of a friend stood up.

Smiling and as perky as ever Sarina’s words were ebbed with sweetness and pure happiness, indeed in that moment it would be hard not to doubt what she was doing in a group that would no doubt involve fighting,

“ Hello everyone! My name’s Sarina, Sarina Summers! I’m also a senior here at AHS and absolutely love it here. My powers involve a meta-human level photographic memory and the ability to produce a gas that bring out your worst fears and such. I haven’t really had much action at AHS but I do watch a lot of fights and I'm athletic and I've picked some things up here and there. Tehee. And I’m just really excited and can’t wait to meet all of you!

With that the girl gave a slight wave to everyone and sat back down. AT this moment Relk was just staring at her his head and his palm eventually meeting each other in disbelief that Sarina had just done that. Sure Sarina could be spacy sometimes but Sarina had just made herself seem like a compelte airhead in front of everyone. Terel sitting at the top of the table was just smiling not seeing anything wrong with his friend’s introduction. Though Relk knew that Terel wouldn’t. His best friend rarely saw things wrong with the way people spoke or what not. Sure he could see faults of character but other than that it was hard to come off badly to Terel. Maybe that was what had made Terel such a natural leader. The fact that he handled himself in such a clam way and managed to get along with everybody. Regardless Relk didn’t really have time to finish these thoughts as his friend now stood up.

Terel had been listening closely to everyone as they spoke. He made mental notes and such about characteristics everyone had and particular points of interest and such. He was already thinking of what roles some of the people would play and who would make a good leader in his stead. Indeed what seemed like simple introductions were actually Terel’s first glimpse into the fiber of everyone here and indeed it actually provided a somewhat impressive look.

As the introductions finished Terel stood up and looked around taking a note of everyone who was here and whatnot. Than he spoke his tone even and friendly. It was smooth and he didn’t stutter not even once, indeed Terel seemed to speak without fault,

“Well I musts ay it’s nice to meet everyone. I am excited to have this opportunity to meet all of you and now let’s really get started. Some of these things might seem tedious but they are necessary. So first order of business, costumes and such. I know this sounds stupid to many of you but due to the nature of this group it is important we keep our identities secret in some way or form. And as such I ask you for any ideas on costumes, such as whether you want them, to be plain, matching, colorful, original etc. basically just speak at your leisure and I would like any ideas on some sort of outfit or something to conceal our identities when on the field,”

((Hit a rut of dry posts but thats against the point. Would just like to say this thread will now take on a much more free flow. Post at your leisure but do try and make sure your still posting and such. Every once and a while my charrie may stop to change ideas but dont worry about posting in order or anything. Also sorry for all the OOC notes of mine))
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Costumes? Seriously? As in like...capes and masks and spandex? That was pretty hardcore. Though knowing the people at AHS it would just be all giant capes and trench coats. What was a simple girl like Jade supposed to do? Obviously she couldnt go like a normal super hero girl, she didnt have the chest for it. And though some men around here might enjoy the sight of her in a battlethong, or short shorts, they werent exactly a good idea for battle. Seriously, explosions would just take out her legs, and Jade actually liked her legs.

"Are we going to get matching costumes? Like in a theme or is it every man for himself?" Of course Jade was running through ideas. She could just wear one of those things...a smaller mask that was basically a bigass diversion. A domino mask. Yeah those were the tickets. And maybe get something skimpier, more traditional to model for a certain someone later. Course that is only if he enjoyed the whole thing. Be pretty silly if she showed up and he was expecting a nurse.
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Sarina smiled listening to Terel’s every word intently and yet looking around the room, taking everyone in. Everyone in here jut looked so cool and nice and stuff and Sarina really couldn’t wait to meet everybody. I mean Sarina really just loved meeting people and talkin and interacting with them and whatnot. So of course the people she was on a super hero team with would be very, very appealing people to talk to in her eyes. After all there weren’t very people that weren’t. besides Sarina was single and the kind of people willing to join a Super Hero team were probably the kinds of people that could handle herself. As such that only made things even more appealing to her.

However she wasn’t given long to finish those thoughts when she heard that word, costumes. That one word made the smile on her face grow even larger as she listened to Terel speak and than ideas began to race through her head. Oh the many different things they could do with their costumes. Yes she was already picking out different costume ideas for everyone in the room imagining them in different outfits and such. Smilign she listened as Jade asked whether the costumes would be matching and such. Seeing as this was a free forum of sorts at this point Sarina deiced it was time to let her voice be heard. Smilign she spoke in her happy peppy voice,

“I would say we should probably try and match at least a little. I mean that way we look all cool and professional and stuff. Oooh! I know! There’s a sewing room just down the hall! We could like grab stuff from there and like try different things on and whatnot! I say we go for some sort of pink color scheme with I don’t know maybe like an eagle or something as a logo! You know stuff like that!”
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"Are you out of your fricking mind?? I ain't wearing some stupid custom let alone pink..You wear what you want just keep me out of it" Drake reacted annoyed by the suggestion of wearing costumes or pink clothing.

"Humans keeping getting stranger by the day..although it would look pretty on you wearing a pink costume" Serap said teasing Drake "No, it wouldn't and I would torch the whole thing anyway.If he keeps on having ideas like this then I'm gone" Drake replied sitting back in his chair waiting to see how other people would react to this whole costume thing.
"Besides I can always take out my targets from a distance so no need for a stupid costume or a mask just to hide my identity."
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"Maybe we could just...alter our school uniforms a bit." This was actually not a bad idea from Jade. Their uniforms gave them a shared look that made it clear they were together, the AHS uniforms were generic enough, the only problem came to be that a hoard of powered teenagers would be pretty obviously linked back to AHS. But hell, that would have happened if they all looked like they came out of a bag lady's shopping cart that had been eaten and vommitted back up by Liberace. Of course, then came the damned whining.

Because lets face it, kids at AHS thought they were the greatest in the world. Thought that killing for laughs was A-OK, that they were indestructible and had no family they wanted to keep from getting killed by enemies they got. Wow what geniuses. Jade would much rather have the chance of a normal life later on, which meant that going around blowing everyone up and showing off her face was a dumbass idea, they needed masks. They needed to hide their appearances and not get killed.

Ah, see there are reasons super heroes and villains dont kill each other. A super hero kills, not only is he a murderer and there goes the moral authority that lets them be the boss, but it means that whoever he killed has family, family who know they killed and want revenge. Or even worse, that once a hero kills, all villains know they have no problem with it and dont bother trying to corrupt, trying to bargin or deal out of problems, no, they just go right for the head shot. Teenagers think they're immortal, but really how many bullets can they dodge before one takes their life.

"Hell, maybe we can just whip up some domino masks, tear off our school emblems and call it a day."
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Like the others, Rizel quickly started thinking of outfit ideas. Perhaps everyone’s costumes should be different from one another. After all, they needed a way to pinpoint who was who and if all the boys had the same outfit and they needed a certain boy, how were they supposed to tell them apart? By their hair color? Sounds tough.

“Perhaps we could all have our own styles of clothing? Everyone’s could fit their personality and such but they have to be easy to move in. And we have to match because people wear strange clothes here as it is.”

Rizel wasn’t planning on rambling but she had a good point.

“Maybe a color scheme would be more logical than a set uniform.”

The colors would also need to be a distinct color combination, but they didn’t have to be vicious colors. Neon colors wouldn’t be very good, nor would earth tones, neon stuck out too much and earth tones didn’t stick out enough. Maybe a combination of both; or perhaps a black base with small neon accents would be best. Oh the fashionista she was becoming thanks to living with her room mate.
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Mark shook his head, standing up to be heard. "Look, there isn't any way we can keep ourselves secret for long. I've fought with a good few people, and they all know how I fight. Ghost Arms, Issac has his swords, Alice her explosive marbles... its just not going to work very well. We're all too unique." He shrugged, and dismissed the thoughts of being put into a domino mask. Too restrictive, for his tastes. A helmet? Fine. But no, domino masks would only restrict his vision. That was bad, in a firefight. He almost paid that price with the combat goggles, and he wasn't going to pay for it with his friend's life. "Hell, if we need a uniform, I can dig up some combat fatigues that could fit all of you. Under the radar, too. You can chop em up, re-color them... or anything you like. If anything we'll look like a vigilante military unit. Olive Drab is used all over the place these days."

Issac raised an eyebrow as Mark and Jade made their respective arguments. He didn't know much about uniform, or fighting outside of getting attacked. The empath had never really picked a fight, past the times with Mark. But that was sparring. He shrugged. "Well, I'm pretty sure if we just dress differently than we usually do, we won't get nailed. But I'm not sure about this. I know most of our powers and fighting styles are pretty much unique." Sure, he was a swordsman, but when he put in his powers into the mix, Issac was yet to find someone who worked the same way.

Alyss shook her head as well. As far as she knew, nobody else in this wide world made marbles go grenade. She didn't know anyone else who did that sort of thing. "Um... hey, maybe we should just have a common color, or symbol. Like how all medics have a red cross on a white background, we should... um... dunno, maybe a shield? We protect, right?" She shrugged, and hoped the suggestion would be heeded. While neon colors sounded good to her, she thought it might make them... better targets in the night. With that, she looked at Rizel. The girl looked a few years older than her own daughter, and that was a weird thought...
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Hm, costumes, eh? Sting liked the sound of that. He reflexively rubbed at his chin fuzz in thought. Sting had always wanted an excuse to whip up a kickass costume and fight crime. that or just steal stuff and get into fights without being caught. He had dozens of costume ideas stored in his brain, just itching for a chance to be made real. And it seemed like this might be his chance to make one of his dreams come true! Sting grinned, then paused in thought, and grinned even wider as yet another thought occured to him. A much more devious little notion. Sting reached into one of the hidden pockets in his long, black coat, and fingered the manilla folder stored within.

"Costumes, huh?" Sting piped up, when then others were done speaking. "I might have just the thing!"

Near the desk where Alice sat, Rebecca started at the sound of Sting's voice. No... Was he in this thing too? If he was... Hoping that she had mistaken the voice for the that of the guy who had tried to feel her up in the hall that time, Rebecca looked over her shoulder and felt a surge of anger. It was him! Rebecca's fist clenched around a pencil she had been twirling in her lithe fingers, snapping it cleanly in half. Rebecca knew she had anger problems, and tried to keep a cool head, but this boy pissed her off like nothing else. On top of that, she had a pretty good idea of what he was about to propose, given his perverted nature. "He'd better not say what I think he is..." She hissed to herself.

Sting continued on, oblivious to the glare Rebecca was sending his way. He whipped the folder out of his jacket and slapped it on the table. "I give you--- Super battle armor!" He flipped open the folder to reveal an assortment of detailed drawings, depicting various figures dressed in futuristic costumes, complete with scanners, communication wristbands, and so forth. "Check it out, I had this nerdy kid Allan whip these up, based on my designs." Sting sounded more proud than was physically possible. "The thing it is, it all works! If I could get ahold of the proper equipment, we could actually build these things. It's perfect for team costumes and disguises!"

Rebecca nearly choked when Sting's little presentation turned out to be a whole lot less... adult, than she had expected. Super Battle Armor? She'd been expecting something skimpy and revealing, little more than underwear. Rebecca didn't have any idea that such a thing worn by her would melt the eyes of any onlooking males. To her, such a thing just sounded lewd. But this had caught her off guard. It even sounded like a fairly good idea. Rebecca squinted to make out the meticulous sketches. A costume like that would be practical in combat and would protect her identity, the pragmatic-minded girl thought.
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The hallways were either filled or empty, something Derek still hadn't come to understand in his month's stay at Anime High. As if there were some kind of magic at work within the hallowed halls and corridors of the school, there were either narrow passages between bustling super-powered students which could potentially erupt into epic brawls afterschool, or enough room to park a Dodge outside of class. No matter how many times he mulled over the concept, an answer never came. Eventually, after many weeks of scrutiny, young Derek Taylor had to write the curious conundrum off as yet another inconsistency in a very contradictory world; the world of Meta-humans. So far, in his young life, he'd seen a great many things come to pass. He'd seen demons, colossuses in the flesh, veritable gods given human shape, substance wars, hatred, and warmongering.

He'd seen the evil of men dawning upon the world a bleak and dreary horizon, the undeniable truths lingering at the depths of Coppélia's casket that none dared acknowledge—that the world simply wasn't a fair place. It was cruel, unnecessarily so, and it was the sort of world where an honest and upright man would likely suffer and die in relative squalor long before an evil man's dues were ever dealt. It was a dark, sadistic place to live. Even now, in these bustling hallways that were filled with students rushing off toward their fun-filled weekend, they might as well have been decadent. Even amongst a crowd of people, Derek Taylor walked alone.

This was part of the reason he hadn't torn the letter he received a week ago to shreds. "The Concerned Citizens Action Committee." Derek read aloud, glossing over the half-crumpled Xerox copy in his hand. Ordinarily, Derek was anything but social. Being what felt like the only black guy in Japan already made him feel alienated as it was; being American, and from Georgia at that, only made the suffering worse. He didn't really know anyone aside from a closely knitted quilt of friends he'd met his first day here, and many of them had vanished in recent weeks, anyway. Since then, Derek had become something of a recluse, keeping mostly to himself and saying little than what was necessary in class to keep his grades up through in-class participation. He didn't like anyone here because he wasn't required to. He didn't befriend anyone here because he didn't want to.

Had it been any other day when he received the letter, he would have instantly e-mailed this 'Rione' guy a nastier flame-mail than rancid cow dung on hot asphalt. But there was one line in there that had caught his attention and made him pay closer attention to the notice. Terel wrote that 'there were dark days ahead, and that some one had to answer the call of Justice, if no one else would'. This, alone, made him wonder exactly what caliber of man this Terel Rione actually was. Reaching back through memories, the boy recalled something similar his uncle had always said. Suckling a chilled air through his teeth, the golden-eyed youth let himself recall the phrase—and the man who had spoken it. His uncle had been a well-known Super-hero, and he a somewhat accomplished side-kick a few years prior. Although no one here at AHS knew this fact, he doubted anyone with a computer or television hadn't heard of the Mass and the Effect, or rather...hadn't spent hours ridiculing the pair despite how their exploits and misadventures made the headlines.

And this was because of a worthless side-kick who nearly cost his uncle an entire career. Derek's dark eyebrows furrowed at the thought; he was thankful nobody here knew him as 'The Effect', otherwise his utterly invisible status as a 'new kid' would have been replaced with a 'lamer noob' tag faster than he cared to admit. His fist tightened, crumpling the withered sheet even more. As painful as the humiliation of having pictures of him tied up and bound (sometimes with ball-gags and dressed in ridiculous cosplay or BDSM bondage gear at his captor's delight) broadcasted all over YouTube really was, Derek had to admit that there was an even deeper, darker side to the tail. What worse was what happened after his early embarrassments as a side-kick, when he quit and became an even more renowned villain under the tutelage of one of villainy's best. Anyone who wore a mask knew her name: 'The Rugged'. But only Derek knew her intimately, as Chihiro Hinomori.

"NOT the time for romantic daydreams, 'Bargo." Derek reminded himself, especially with that little episode that took place a few weeks prior, at the museum. He couldn't recall much from the event aside from the gigantic gorilla that had wailed on him, something of an ancient artifact, and a reoccurring nightmare which had absolutely nothing to do with the colossal primate. In it, a voice not unlike his own continually screamed for blood, to have its thirst quenched, and through ruby tinted eyes the world was fixated on Allirog's throat with a vengeance. Exactly what had happened to him that day? He remembered an unearthly rage coming over him, a desire to rend the ape limb from limb, despite being at an obvious disadvantage. Nonetheless, he'd launched himself upon the hairy behemoth like a rabid hound on steamy-hot carrion flesh. And for some reason, he recalled the beast's shriek of surprise when he sank his teeth into its neck, exactly so. Surely, it had to have all been a dream. He'd have never bit into a gorilla, no matter what sort of otherworldly anger took hold in him. At least, this is what he wanted to believe. The heavy cross-shaped scar left Allirog left behind on Derek's back as a permanent reminder of their encounter said otherwise. The boy seethed in remembrance. "Allirog...you sonovab-"

"Like, homigawd!" a girl screamed as she made her way past him, tripping over absolutely at all and toppling over flat on her face. Derek's caramel skin blanched as he realized that she'd taken a spill at the mercy of his power. In his anger, he must have absentmindedly activated his ability again, thus amplifying friction near his feet what could have been a hundred-fold, considering how sharply the girl fell. As he helped her up, blood leaked from her blue and purple bruised nose, tears already streaming her cheeks as she glimpsed about in muddled confusion. Derek took her hand and aided her to some nearby lockers, allowing the poor blonde to steady herself while she came to terms with what happened.

"Sorry about that, my powers kind of kicked in while I wasn't thinking. I'm Derek Taylor, I'm new here and—"

"Shut your freakin' gob! Who do you think you are, tripping people up in the halls? You're lucky my big brother graduated last year, otherwise I'd have him squash you like a bug, you retard! Get outta my way, I'm going to the nurse's office and you'll be lucky if I don't press charges on you...moron!" she growled, storming off without bothering to pick up her books. Derek silently watched her off, his thoughts as hollow as the sound of her heels clacking eerily into the distance. This was his life, never wanted by anyone, but truly accepted lesser still. In fact, the only person who had ever wanted him for who he was had been Chihiro. And he'd become a raving lunatic for her love, hadn't he. Suddenly, the boy felt ill. Memories fled back into his mind, breaking past the myriad barricades explicitly installed against them. They dipped back through weaved holes in the chain-link fence, dove over the lingering obstacles and then climbed, high into the sky until standing deftly above the city on a ledge that settled within the clouds themselves. Tokyo Tower, after hours, February 14th, 2006—Valentine's Day.

Three vague figures stood alone on the windy ledge, one casually seated on the red-and-white railing, the other two beyond it with only the wind against them and the asphalt below. There, Derek, a different Derek, stood with a terrified man in a brightly colored costume by the scruff of the collar, suspended at arms length over the powerful city many stories down. The man was crying, pleading, begging for his life with every ounce of sentiment a person could engender. He had a wife, kids; a family. He'd pissed and shit himself, still dangling between the throes of life or death. And the only thing staring back at him were the cold, dead, lifeless golden eyes of a well-trained reaper soullessly gazing from out from the abyss of Hell. The man wildly lashed out in a last-ditch effort, accidentally snatching the thin black strip of mask the boy wore, exposing his identity.

"Y-You?! You're Peter Taylor's boy! W-what're you doing, son? Your Uncle Pete'd be ashamed if he saw you now! Is this some sort of joke, Derek? You're a Cape, just like me! Capes don't hurt and kill other Capes..." the man whimpered in a raspy tone. Derek was silent for a long minute that passed, silently eyeing the man known only as Bug Zapper with the utmost contempt. The man had the power to generate incredulous amounts of static electricity, which meant that Derek had been the worst possible enemy for the man to be up against. Derek could amplify or eliminate friction at will. Without his fulcrum for balance, the scales were tipped horribly out of favor for old Bruce Williams, the Bug Zapper.

"You're Bruce Williams, age 37. You're married to Rhianna Williams and you have two children; sixteen-year old Susanne Williams and seven-year old Michael Williams. You generate intense amounts of static electricity and amplify it with devices located within your costume—oh, yes, I've done my homework on you as well, Bug Zapper." Derek mused, experimentally loosening his grip. The man flailed, clinging to the boy's wrist for dear life with a mortified pathetic yelp. Derek's gold eyes narrowed. "So tell me, old man...wouldn't it make more sense to you if I said that I was doing this explicitly because my uncle would be ashamed?" The Bug Zapper struggled with the concept for a moment, although he did have more pressing concerns to deal with.

"...I don't think—"

"Of course, you don't think!" Derek snapped. "None of you Capes think before you act! You just 'do'! You leap headlong into any circumstance without ever once paying heed to the ones suffering around you. You foolhardy lot live only for the fame and glory of this newly-established sport, because that's all it is to you: a game. Do you know who 2004's Lamest Super-hero Ever award went to? Do you? You should...according to the IP address I tracked, you voted me as number one, along with several other Capes you and I know." Derek growled, shaking the man by the collar as vehemently as he could. There was so much more he wanted to do, to say, to have recognized, but time was short and the day was almost over. Sunset would be upon them soon and thus the end of a perfectly romantic evening with his girlfriend, the pink-haired Japanese girl in too much black leather, who balanced perfectly on the railing beside him. Unlike him, she had an acknowledgeable name; she'd been a super-villainess for years, raised into the game by her late super-villain father. She was The Rugged, and despite her young age, her name alone struck fear in the hearts of those would dare don a mask and cowl.

"Was it funny, Bruce? Was it another joke you and your fellow Capes like to play on us poor, unfortunate side-kicks? Was it some sort of misguided rite of passage? It's okay to tell me, Bruce. I'm not a side-kick anymore, I'm a villain. I won't hold it against you now. I'm really not the type of person to hold a grudge." he said coolly, almost managing a believable smile on his rock-hard face that seemed permanently frozen in a menacing scowl. Bruce violently exploded into tears, sobbing and choking so vehemently that his words came garbled amidst his addled frenzy. Only one phrase could be heard amongst the multitude of broken snorts and sighs, the man's face honestly opening up with sorrow and remorse as he uttered a fragile apology—'I'm sorry'. Derek smiled at him warmly now, closing his eyes, at long last satisfied enough to set the man free from this frightening fiasco. That's all he really wanted...an honest apology.

"I forgive you." he said, callously tossing the man to his death before hopping back over the rail with his back turned to the disintegrating scream the plummeting hero made all the way down. An unsettling silence dragged between them until Rugged finally spoke, her heavily accented voice somewhat pure and untainted despite the snake-like venom lacing her words. Despite this, her mastery of the English language was decent at best, which was why Derek loved her. She was beautiful because of her numerous flaws.

"...he is going to make a very large red blotch on the page when the brush touches down." she mused.

"What's that...a haiku?" Derek asked.

"...iie...Do not be so silly, Derek-san. Haiku is poetry. What you do...is truly art. A fitting Valentine's Day present. Arigatou." She said firmly, easing her tiny frame off the ledge and onto her feet to glide past the boy, a leather-clad goth-punk princess in a world all her own. Derek's leather coat, spiked bracelets, and choker collar was only a cheap imitation of the perfected symmetry Chihiro made in her Lolita style black dress, heavy combat boots, fishnet sleeves, and identical studded choker. Compared to her, he was still just another nameless sidekick. Nothing could erase that fact, not that he dared to be presumptuous anymore. He caught her pace and started toward the door leading into the tower so they could find their way downstairs and to the streets below. His hand braced the handle and he sighed deeply as he pushed it open...

The door came open with a slight creak of protest and the young, slender black kid entered the room as if he belonged there. And in a way, he did. Although almost every student attending the meeting had combat knowledge and powers up the wazoo, Derek offered the one thing likely none of them had—experience as a career Caped Crusader and as an established Villain who'd 'made his bones' in order to become a 'made man'. He stopped briefly, looking around those gathered before sadly shaking his head. What a sorry-looking bunch, all dewy-eyed or angsty-faced, depending on their personal styles. He could already spot out the loners, the dependants, the glory-cows, the hot-shots, and even the daredevils at a simple glance. This was going to be tough. Instead of announcing himself, he quietly offered a faint apologetic nod to the general mass and found a seat somewhere, not bothering to explain himself. Likely enough, they were probably discussing the necessity of costumes at this point, as all super-hero team establishment meetings usually did, descending into pointless banter back and forth on who would and would not be caught dead in a brightly colored cape and spandex. For now, Derek would simply listen and take stock of what went on. Only then would he decide whether or not he would stay and lend whatever he had to their cause, or ignore their existence entirely.
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