Damage & Dysfunction Academy

Damage & Dysfunction Academy Main Entrance, 7:00 AM, September 4th, 2017

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A new day dawned in the middle of nowhere, northern Alaska. It was, of course, freezing cold, and the new students had arrived by heavily fortified and extremely uncomfortable privately-owned jumbo jet (which was probably part of the reason that the actual school was so poorly-funded) about an hour ago, but were told by the very intimidating, extremely skilled, and possibly superpowered security guards to wait until the entrance opened. After it was, they were told to head to the auditorium for orientation. As soon as they walked through the entrance of the school, they realized why D&D hadn't offered a tour of the place. It was a mess. It looked like a cross between a war zone and an old 1980s-style high school. Pretty much everything was at least somewhat burned, scratched, decayed, stung by scorpions, or damaged in some other fashion, although most of it looked like it had been crudely repaired. Students either gathered in packs or stood off to the side alone, and both the packs and the loners eyed the new students, looking distrustful and disturbingly predatory. Security guards lounged or casually patrolled the hallways, but seemed apathetic towards the students so long as they followed the only two rules that actually mattered: No killing, no raping. Everything was in a state of disarray, and it seemed like it had been like that for almost as long as the school had existed.

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Damage & Dysfunction Academy Auditorium, 7:10 AM, September 4th, 2017

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After waiting a rather long time (during which the heating had briefly stopped working, it had gotten freezing cold inside, then the heating started up again, but nothing else even remotely interesting happened), someone walked out onto the stage and up to the podium. He was tall, skinny, blonde, in his late thirties/early forties, and sort of sickly looking, and didn't seem to care much. "Hello, new students. The company that owns this hellhole wanted me to something insincere and welcoming, but we all know that this place is worse off than some third world countries and that nobody really cares, so I don't really see the point. I'm your headmaster, Mr. Dodman, and you are just a vague seething mass of delinquents. You'll be handed your schedules and a map of the school soon. I should probably tell you that the dormitories that this school started out with were turned into a biohazardous moonscape five years ago, when a student who was probably more powerful than all of you decided to murder someone, and promptly got killed the fuck out of, as they say nowadays, by security. Long story short, we don't use them anymore. Instead, we use these things called 'cabins', which are actually hollowed out mini-dorms underground. Before you ask, I don't know why we call them cabins, we just do. They were once used for storage. There isn't that much space or privacy in them, and that's with the bunk beds. We also have cameras monitoring the cabins, so don't try any murdering or raping just because there aren't any security guards in the immediate vicinity. Most of you will probably get Cabin 13. All but three of the original inhabitants tried to make a run for it last spring. We found their dismembered, weak, broken, frostbitten, cannibalized, and either dead or slowly dying bodies five days later. Surprisingly, they survived the cold long enough for the wendigo to get them. They found out the hard way why it's a bad idea to leave without permission. Learn from their example. Or don't. We'll save money on food if you all got yourselves frozen to death or eaten by the wendigo. Also, you won't have any classes until tomorrow, so go do whatever. Anyways, that's about it. The map and schedule should explain everything else, so I'm off to watch some incest porn while pretending to do paperwork in my office. I hope you all have a horrible but short stay and I never have to see any of you ever again." And with that, he left, and the maps and schedules were handed out. They were made out of poor-quality paper, but appeared new enough, which was surprisingly good, considering the school.

Umm... so, I was here, I guess. If I wasn't, someone hacked my account. So, yeah.

Here's To Your New Life, Magpie

Magpie sighed as she walked to the bunk in the farthest corner of the room. This was...bad. Corruption. Corruption everywhere. It buzzed in and around her. She shook her head to shake the feeling of it.

She had a job to do here, and that was to find out who the fuck was siphoning all the funding from this damned place.

Magpie climbed to the top bunk and surveyed the room from her "bird's nest." She made a noise of satisfaction.

"Please do not take this bunk. I have claimed it for myself."

"I might be able to sneak some candy to ya'll in exchange for not taking the bunk."

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.

Damien looked around the room and at his fellow classmates before pulling out a chocolate bar from his coat and unwrapping it. There was a lot more space then previous accommodations that the lab had provided him, but having to share space with other people was certainly odd. Part of him itched to make them one with himself, but he suppressed that part of his 'father'.

He bit down into the chocolate bar and felt his teeth shatter in his mouth, not having realized the treat had frozen. As soon as the broken bits of teeth hit the ground then changed back to liquid and traveled along the ground and up his leg until they found flesh in which they could meld back into the whole. After which he created new teeth and devoted more blood to craft them both sharp and durable. He bit down and warmed the chocolate in his mouth before swallowing.

At the offer of candy he walked over Magpie and tilted his head. "Very well," he reached up and plucked out his eye, placing it against the top of the bunk so it would look down at the bed. "If anyone tries to take it you will know. Now, candy?" he offered his hand and created a new eye for himself. As he blinked the eye on the bunk seemed to move.

Ryan Brady - So Few Fucks to Give

Ryan just stood there amidst the students, wearing absolutely inappropriate clothes for the weather - a black stringer shirt that exposed most of his chest and back, and a pair of shorts. However, most people would notice he wasn't shivering, and getting close to him, people would detect an uncanny warmth. There were, he thought with a slight smile, benefits to being the nuclear man.

Ryan stood out by virtue of being basically a muscular titan of a man - 6 foot 3 inches and over 200 pounds. Granted not all of it was...natural...but who gave a flying fuck about that nowadays?

He had had high hopes going in, but that blithering dolt on the comms basically confirmed this school would be run by a fucking moron. Not that he'd stop trying though. Ryan was not in any hurry to repeat the Disaster. He thought back to the scene of the incident - some were reduced to nothing but dust, others were barely alive masses of cancer due to the radiation...including, his girlfriend.

Ryan wiped his eye preemptively, and then got to obtaining one of the maps and schedules.

As Ryan moved around, he noticed a lot of the students were indeed of the delinquent sort - kinda like him. He hoped that he could find some friends out here...

D&D Academy - Low First Impressions

Michael had been completely silent during their entrance into the academy, looking straight ahead and ignoring every one of the intimidating glares sent their way. The brief freezing period when the heating system had packed up wasn't much of an issue for him; he simply enhanced his hypothalamus to raise his body temperature until the heating kicked back to life.

He let out an inelegant snort at the speech. They had given up any pretense of a civilised organization.

It was a prison. Plain and simple. And they genuinely didn't care whether or not they realised it.

Once he was in the cabin, he hauled himself up onto a top bunk, a little way always from Magpie's and more in the middle of the room. He folded his arms behind his head and crossed his knees, appearing quite relaxed despite the cheap bedding materials.

He cracked a brownish red eye open at Magpie's proclamation, shifting to get more comfortable and staring absently up at the ceiling, gesturing vaguely in her direction then at the bag on the floor.

“And if you dare handle my bag I'll rip out your colon,” he stated matter-of-factly in response to her own firm proclamation to keep away from her property. “I'm sure boundaries can be easily set up and respected. Lest we kill each other within ten hours. If that,” he added drolly.

edited 27th Apr '18 6:39:47 PM by Enirboreh

bork

Wheeling And Dealing On Day One

Magpie claps her hands gleefully, and hands Damien an absolutely huge chocolate bar from her top hat.

"Thank you kind sir! If you need any items on the contraband list, please let me know! I'm sure I can scrounge up something!"

She moves the eye so that it was centered on top of the bunk and waved to everyone in the room.

"Helloooooo! Get your contraband items at Magpie's for a small favor or two! Live animals not in stock! Currently giving away candy for guardianship of my bunk! This fine gentleman got a huge chocolate bar, who's next? Hurry up before this deal runs out!"

She looked down at Michael.

"Only if you guard my bunk."

edited 27th Apr '18 6:40:06 PM by JumpingFruit

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.

Ryan Brady - Entering a Scene

Before long, Ryan Brady entered the cabin and immediately heard Magpie chattering, a wince coming over his face. He remembered his younger sibling, talking about how awesome it was that Ryan was gonna become a superhero...and then deleting all reference to him after the incident happened. Still hurt - still fucking hurt. He murmured, "...great, rooming with a kid..."

I...hate kids...

He didn't recognize the other guy, though he looked like one of those ponce-y pretty boy rich types. There was something...off about him though. Too pretty. Almost elf-like..fae, he guessed. It was really unnerving, and Ryan dialed his reaction back so he didn't burn this place up or something.

Yeah this was gonna be an interesting year here. And hopefully they could get through it without maiming, injuring, or otherwise hurting each other.

He announced as he looked around, moving to the center of the general area, "Alright, everyone - my name's Ryan Brady, you...probably know me as Collateral. Here's how I figure we can make it through this - none of us fuck with each other, none of us get fucked with. Everyone's nice and friendly and we get to leave this wasteland."

He looked to find a bunk, and put himself on the top bunk, setting down his incredibly light though packed heavily backpack. Good thing he just finished his Tren Cycle, so he wouldn't be craving a shot out here...

Samson, Cabin 13

"So this is what my bubbe went through in the 40s." Grumbled perhaps the biggest student in the room. Not necessarily the tallest - he was pretty sure he'd seen a chick with a claw who beat him in that regard - but in terms of pure bulk even the weird warm guy in the shorts couldn't compare.

He'd also taken off his shirt, exposing an absurd, blatantly inhuman musculature, and a tattoo of a six-pointed blue star on his back.

"I think we all got the memo, dude." Samson had picked a bottom bunk, mostly because he didn't think the top bunk would hold his weight, and now lay back on it, arms behind his head. He grinned. "Incidentally, any babes who want to share a bed, I'm always down. I'll let you rest your head on my abs." He rapped a fist against his stomach, emphasizing how utterly chiseled his physique was.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Michael - Cabin 13

Sighing irritably as he realised that he wouldn't be able to get his beauty sleep just yet, Michael once again opened his eyes and glanced over to the new arrival, taking in his overall appearance.

Regret. Hurt. Anxiety.

A slim hand slipped from the top bunk that Michael was laying on, lazily pointing in the general direction of Ryan as he made his short speech.

“See, this is a man with a good head on his shoulders. Slog on through this pile of horsecrap that calls itself a rehab school and don't get in each other's way. A cause to get behind. I'm Michael Vancouver,” he greeted with a flourish, leaning slightly to the (in)famous nuclear hero and extending his hand towards his own with a too-pretty smile and shortly shaking it.

It wasn't simply it being too pretty as in overwhelmingly beautiful, it was also too pretty to fit with the look in his eyes. It created quite the eerie contrast.

He flicked his eyes over to Samson briefly before scoffing. “Oh, excellent. Our resident jock for the evening. Such a high-class breed as well. You look like you've had a half-inflated dinghy implanted under your epidermis layer,” he stated bluntly, leaning back against the pillow of his bunk.

edited 27th Apr '18 7:19:05 PM by Enirboreh

bork

Ryan nodded and shook the inhumanly pretty man's hand, subduing his innate reaction to his appearance, "...nice to meet you." Yeah there was something else here just as well. This dude's eyes and body just didn't match. He hoped this wasn't an indication.

And then, if Ryan thought he was the biggest guy at the school, the next guy in immediately proved him wrong.

Ryan bit his lip a bit - much as he'd built himself up after the end of his time as Atomix, this guy was even bigger than him. Granted, Ryan was somewhat used to seeing even bigger guys than how he had ended up - he remembered spotting Mike O'Hearn at the gym one time after all. Still, this guy was really, really jacked.

He started to think about what had gotten to those students out there. Principal Sick Fuck had said it was a Wendigo, and Ryan did not doubt it. If he was here, basically a living H-Bomb, then he didn't doubt there were all sorts of things out there.

Even with the warning in mind, what if other people outside the school tried to get through that area and got eaten? Someone should do something.

He said at the enormous dude, "...So, uh, what did you think about the uh message the Principal said? All of that, and the Wendigo out there..."

edited 27th Apr '18 7:19:08 PM by NickTheSwing

The Big Question

Magpie cocked her head.

"Ah? The President? He probably takes most of the funds meant for this school and leaves us to rot."

"Who's up for staging a rebellion?"

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.

Despite the others rambling Damien didn't feel it was his place to speak at the moment. Social situations weren't exactly a skill that the scientists had ever bothered to care about teaching him. So people talking to each other, introducing themselves, all of those things were outside of his skills. So instead he began to bite off pieces of the candy bar until Magpie offered her suggestion.

"Any attempt at violence would be pointless, as the president controls the facility and I doubt anyone here can trust each other to lead us even if we managed to overthrow the school it would be ill advised," he took another bite and savored the chocolate. "Oh, and I suppose I am under orders to kill and absorb any of you who attempt to cause trouble outside the normal amount." his voice was utterly dispassionate, as if it was a normal thing to say.

Now Ryan was actually liking something being said by the kid.

This school was nothing but a glorified prison, and he knew well enough that people put through prison mostly exited it worse than when they went in. Gang connections. Affiliations with sleaze bags. Removed moral limitations in the name of survival.

"Hey now little bird, in the modern day you need a nuclear arsenal to do well in one of those..." He promptly pointed his thumb at himself.

Then someone pretty creepy entered - and started talking about absorption and such. He really got a kind of chill looking at this guy. Sounded like some sort of executioner. Did the school put plants in each of the cabins?

"...So you're just okay with them treating us like prisoners?" He didn't see much threat in this guy. Even if he turned out to be some sorta Cell motherfucker, Ryan had more than a few solutions.

edited 27th Apr '18 7:41:06 PM by NickTheSwing

"Being a prisioner is no different then being a test subject. So long as I have access to candy and no one is attempting harm on my being very little else should matter. Those who can't be happy with a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs are the kind of people who inevitably cause problems." at the very least thats what the doctors had told him. If he did what was asked he would recieve candy, and if he didn't perform then he would be left without.

He walked over and offered his hand with the same blank look on his face. "Regardless we should attempt to get along, my name is Experimental Test Subject X-DC Attempt 05. But please call me Damien, I am told that people prefer more recognizable names."

"Then maybe you should get used to trouble. Most people aren't you - your experiences don't define them." Ryan remarked as he turned to lay on his bunk. Yeah this guy was kinda creepy and going by what he said, he was some sort of lab produced guy. Ryan remembered a large number of times that had gone awry - and he hoped he wouldn't add this to the tally.

"By the by, Cell, if you try and drink me, you'll get serious, fatal indigestion. I'm Ryan Brady - they call me the Nuclear Man, or Collateral otherwise."

As his classmates talked of rebellion, Samson scratched his chin, considering the idea. He shrugged.

"Fuck it, I'm down to kick the shit out of a wendigo. Or the principal. Or both." He rose from the bed, strolling over to the weirdo talking about absorbing people. "I'm Samson, by the way. Oh, and for the record..." He leaned down to look Damien in the eye, showcasing exactly how much taller he was than the blood boy. "If you try to hurt anyone here, you'll have to answer to me. Got it?"

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Hatching A Plan

Magpie nodded at Damien's statement.

"Starting a rebellion at this point might be...unwise. It's probably better to wait a bit and gather intel, not jump in headfirst."

"Your directions wouldn't happen to include small acts of mischief, would it?" she slyly grins at Damien. "I won't do anything violent, I promise."

Magpie turns to Samson. "Thank you, good sir, for defending me, but I can take care of myself. Also, what a magnificent mane of hair you have!"

edited 27th Apr '18 8:46:49 PM by JumpingFruit

I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.

First Day.

...Great. If I knew this...'warden' was such a freaking creep and what this place was like, I would've pushed to actually going to the PROPER Academy... Jo thought, not exactly looking impressed at the...first impression that had been left, nor the state of how things were here.

The teenager didn't exactly cut an imposing figure, if anything, the exact opposite with him reclining in his wheelchair and looking tiny in comparison to the other guys. On the plus side, he was properly dressed for this sort of weather with his jacket protecting him from the chilly air. Either way, with little else to do, he glanced at the other...'prisoners'...students...he'd be stuck with for a while.

"...Nice of you to care, but I think most of them can look after themselves." Jo shrugged in response to Samson, mentally rolling his eyes at his offer as he slowly rolled himself over to everyone else as he raised an eyebrow at Michael. Part of him wanted to speak his mind, but why bother saying anything when his attitude would result in someone else probably wanting to punch his lights out? ...That, and Damien's threat was more disturbing than the Micheal's bluster.

"...Absorb? ...I guess those orders must definitely be from the person in charge, then...they sounds just as creepy as he is." Jo bluntly remarked, not really afraid to speak his mind as protecting himself would be simple enough if Damien tried anything.

Not to mention they'd barely been there for long and two of them were already talking about escape...but at least they realized breaking out right away would go poorly.

"..."

Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.

Ryan looked over at the newest person to join in, and waved briefly, "Well, seems our merry club has another addition. I wouldn't worry much about the experiment down there. Name's Ryan Brady."

Ryan knew how creepy absorb sounded, but he wasn't very worried - experimental down there trying anything would lead to a quick end to that. He was confident he could defend these guys - and likewise knew creating good group dynamics would probably work well toward getting rid of Principal Creep and whatever was out there in the snow.

At Samson's words he could only tilt his head in thought. "Hm, Wendingo isn't within my set orders of protection. However your death would be problematic." a frown played about his face as he looked toward the taller man. After a moments thought Damien closed his eyes and modified his body. Thankfully it was only shifting between one of his two favored forms so most of it was cosmedic. Breasts, a more curvy figure, longer hair, simple changes that took less then a few seconds. "I would rather you didn't do that," her voice was different as well, a play on the vocal cords he created to speak. "If you don't I will make it worth your while later." she gave a wink, a well rehearsed practice test the doctors had her perform just in case she could be sent on missions later in life.

With that offer done she turned her attention to the others in the room, leaving a most likely disturbed Samson behind.

She shook her head to Magpie's question. "I was simply told that if anyone attempted something that would end with others coming to harm that I should intervene. So I suppose 'mischief' aren't under the doctors orders. If you need help I accept candy as payment."

Damien's eyes tracked to the new entry in the room and frowned as she looked at the wheelchair bound teen for a moment, walking over to more closely examine him. In theory she knew about wheelchairs and why they were used. Most people simply didn't have the ability to create and enhance their own skeletal system, but this was the first time seeing anyone without use of their own legs.

"Interesting, I've never met anyone with useless limbs before. Why don't you remove them?" even if he couldn't create new legs for himself it boggled her mind that anyone would keep useless things attached. There were plenty of organs she didn't bother creating when she made a physical body, so it seemed almost ridiculous to keep around extra pieces.

It was a tad bit disappointing that it was unlikely the boy would allow him to test her abilities. The doctors had always seemed so disappointed that she wasn't able to infect and improve others without pulling them into her own essence. But if the doctors had thought he could do it then she was sure that it had just been something she had been doing wrong. The idea of fixing him and getting the doctors happy with her again was a lovely one, but she had been told not to harm others unless they started it.

She looked to Ryan and frowned slightly. "Not experiment, I told you that you could call me Damien. I could say it a few times more in case you don't understand. Or if you are faster at learning in a physical sense I could write it down for you to read a few times." once again her words came with no malice, just slight confusion.

edited 27th Apr '18 11:06:00 PM by Kingxana0

"...Jo. Jo Annetts. I don't exactly like the idea of being part of a...merry band but...well, logically, if there's groups of people worst than you lot, best to have numbers on our side...and as for the 'experiment', I trust him as much as anyone else, which is to say not very much for the time being, sorry." Jo quietly replied, trying not to sound rude when stating 'facts'.

And with that...'experiment' approaching him, Jo frowned.

"Yes, lopping off my legs with probably rusted and definitely not sterile metal around is a good idea. If I wanted a one-way trip to the grave, that is. And unless the 'staff' here is nothing like their boss, I wouldn't trust them to do such a thing either." His voice was dripping with both sarcasm and annoyance. "...And doing it properly would cost money either I or my family don't have."

That...useless comment had definitely gotten the teenager a bit agitated, doing his best to keep his cool.

edited 27th Apr '18 11:04:10 PM by TheRealWren

Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.

Ryan remarked on Damien's change of form to a buxom woman, "...that was really fucking disturbing, never do that again." Again it just all looked...wrong. Keeping in mind the school, he didn't feel like any school even a reform school would let someone like Damien have freedom to do and discuss all of that.

He then heard what Damien said to the new guy, and glared right at him, "You maim one of our cabin mates, and I'll show you how hot a nuke can burn."

He granted did not have any inclination to involve nuclear energy, but Damien had no way of knowing that. Yeah, this guy had plant written all over him. And he was so fucking blatant too...maybe this was some kinda red herring. To distract from something else...

"...Nice to have you on the squad, Jo. If you ever need a hand with anything, just tell me."

Michael - Cabin 13

Michael had tuned out most of the surrounding conversation at this point, although in a manner quite literal. He had disabled the nerve connections to his ears.

So he didn't quite understand why that creepy one suddenly transformed into a girl.

He did understand that the others thought it disturbing though. Honestly, if the first time he had discovered his powers was when he attempted to reattach a loose baby tooth and had succeeded, nothing biological really tended to bother him any more.

Resuming the connection to his hearing, Michael blinked at the influx of sound, playing up a yawn to make it seem like he had drifted off.

Hang on a second.

Overhearing Damien's comment on the wheelchair-bound student, he frowned, the expression looking incredibly out of place on his perfect features.

“If you are trying to announce your lack of a sexual life to the entire nation you're doing a fantastic job,” he murmured in reference to Damien. “Besides, it seems the whole cabin is against you now. Do you really want that? Or would you rather continue alienating yourself because you can't show a sliver of pissing decency?” he snapped in a suddenly growlish tone. For a split-second, his gorgeous face was replaced by a hideous pattern of pulsing veins and disfigured skin, that seemed to fit with his attitude and eyes leagues better than his usual appearance did, before it reverted back to normal as he cleared his throat, leaning back into his bunk again and propping his chin up with his fist.

edited 28th Apr '18 2:32:33 AM by Enirboreh

bork

Cabin 13

When she came to this facility, turning herself in for that very purpose, she had hopes that the worst was already behind her. Well, perhaps it was; it was hard to top her time spent in the labs, even if Dolly and the others provided her with just enough comfort not to lose her mind. She hoped that she can honor her girl's dying wish and try and lead a normal life. Become a superhero? Probably not; she'd still be hounded by the gov. More like "earn her mediocre life" and become another faceless person in the crowd. Retreat to some rural place, find a simple job, enjoy being an adult.

Then, however, Dino came here to this very facility, and each passing minute was spent on her heart sinking deeper and deeper. The place was a wreck, and it was a wreck for quite some time. She had seen her fair share of ruined buildings, and this facility seemed to skim the line between "barely functional" and "uninhabitable". The guards were all faceless, terrifying and completely apathetic. They would not care if someone was bullied or pranked or even harmed, as long as no death occured. Dino rubbed her clawed arm idly, trying to keep calm.

The man they had to call "Principal" was an asshole. He was disgusting, rude and the kind of guy that stalked the alleyways looking for easy marks to sate his animalistic urges. This one was in position of power, such as it was. Dino found herself baring her teeth and growling under her breath, her clawed feet ripping at the floor as she tried, tried her very best not to jump this man and turn him into ribbons. He did not care for them. The guards did not care for them. Whatever teachers would be here likely did not care for them. The gov didn't care for every single one of them.

They were human waste, and this was a waste storage facility. "Think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts..." She muttered to herself, shuffling with the rest of the group, tall despite crouching all the way to the Cabin. Dino remained huddled in one of the few safe spots, just idly listening to the people's chatter. At the very least it appeared that they would be able to tolerate each other just fine. One shirtless jock was already trying to get ladies into his bunk.

And then Magpie suggested a rebellion and all 7'4 of Dino straightened out, claws and all. "Yes! Let's tear it all down!" She pumped her fist enthusiastically, grinning a set of inhumanly sharp teeth. "They called it a rehab facility, what a joke! If that's how the gov sponsors places like that, I'd rather bust out of here, skin that Wendigo and wear it as a furcoat!" It seemed she was pretty pumped up about the idea.

Which is why all that enthusiasm suddenly disappearing should have clued Damien in that he said something not to her liking. Slowly, her head tilted and her claw straightened towards him as Dino shifted around - trying not to accidentally hit anyone - and growled. "What do you know of living outside these walls, teacher's pet?" She snarled, the monstrous appendage slowly lowering itself to dig into the ground; Dino pointed at him with her good hand instead, leaning in to highlight just how tall she was. Someone else was doing the same, but she didn't think much of it. "Keep that propaganda to yourself. I've been on the street my whole life, and it beats the hell out of this shithole so far."

Then he suddenly shifted into a she and Dino stumbled back in shock and disgust both. "...Jesus." The sudden change in behavior was honestly even more disturbing to her than a gender change. "You've heard the big boys. I'd rather not touch you with anything, so I'll let them have the maiming privileges." With that out of the way, Dino retreated back to near Magpie's bunk, slouching back to a crouch again and regarding the rest of the cabinmates idly.

edited 28th Apr '18 3:25:08 AM by FergardStratoavis

grah

Cabin.

"...You don't need to worry about me. ...Honestly, I don't know why you are, but..." Jo shook his head and shrugged. "I'll be fine. If I can't handle things on my own, I won't last long here." Was the quick and curt reply to Ryan. The guy was at least being considerate and hadn't insulted him, so he tried to return the favor, even if he was determined to keep his distance.

And considering he was here, there was likely a very good reason for that. Although it didn't take long for his composure to falter somewhat as he finally noticed what Damien had actually done, looking somewhat startled.

"...S...Sheesh. If you're going to do something like that, give us a warning. ...Like, well, if you can do that, I'd prefer to know what exactly you're capable of in terms of...transforming so you don't get crushed by mistake. Or whatever everyone here can do to messily end someone's life...would probably be a good idea to know that too, but..."

Of course, with everyone looking creeped out and disgusted by the transformation, Jo didn't seem too phased. A little un-nerved by what happened along with still being annoyed with his

"...it's not like we had a choice in getting our powers and they probably didn't get lucky, but whatever. It's a bit creepy, yes...but as long as they don't go absorbing people, getting in our way or asking them to become one with them, it should be fine."

Several moments passed before Jo realized what he'd actually said just then and facepalmed from embarrassment. At least Micheal running his mouth had something to change the subject to.

"...Nice to meet you too, Mr Hypocrite. Throwing out insults instead of even trying to be civil is going to get you crushed, you know."

Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.