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Miri, I Don't Know What You're Implying, Corridors
Miri slowed her run to a light jog, frowning at the principal. "Me?" she said, oozing innocence off every word. It wasn't overdone, just the presentation of a person who, up until now, had been a star student. How dare the principal think she had caused this, etc, etc. In her mind, a lie came to the forefront, and then settled into place, an almost seamless story.
Apart from the fact that the bakery wasn't on fire, but oh well. She'd come up with something for that.
"Ciro didn't tell me anything, sir. And what do you mean, you people?" she continued, getting fakely indignant. She knew what he meant, but she had to play dumb. "Do you have something against the French, sir? Or bakers? How rude." Around her, unseen to most eyes, the threads almost seemed to hum, some changing colour in front of her. Relationships, and fate itself, wound around her, and, behind her back, she grabbed a random thread, holding onto it, feeling it change.
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That One Gal
It's not that Rhys broke off from the class because he loved danger. If anything, he'd rather be away from the exploding building than going further into it. But as Mr. Brubaker's class rushed out, Rhys saw Hyeon, one of the other test takers, go off in a different direction.
And Rhys followed. He didn't know what was happening, he just knew that Hyeon was involved in whatever happened the other week and what had been happening since. Rhys was done sticking to the sidelines.
.....
Rhys followed Hyeon through the halls as he and a handful of other students met up. It wasn't difficult to stay out of sight thanks the to alarms and the sprinklers, but Rhys kept his distance all the same. A few of the people Hyeon talked to looked familiar, but not enough for Rhys to recognize them. Rhy swas so busy trying to place faces to names that he blanked out for a moment, losing Hyeon as the latter raced up a flight of stairs. Hurrying to try a pick up the trail again, Rhys's mind snapped to a different topic: headlines. "Finals Week More Chaotic Than Ever." Maybe it was the adrenaline of everything falling apart that kicked his mind into overdrive. Maybe it was due to seeing every significant events as if it was already a story to write. Whatever the reason, Rhys was halfway through mapping out an article when he heard something over the din of falling water and the fire alarm.
"ohyeh. whosome."
Focusing on the crisis at hand, Rhys turned down a hallway in the direction he thought the sound came from...
"—thefuckwasat?!"
Getting closer, Rhys lifted one of his hands, prepared for anything. He'd made it a habit of pre-writing several words on his hands for the past few days, kept hidden under a pair of thin gloves ("Because I get cold easy, and if you make me take them off my dad will sue you," he'd told the principal). Picking up his pace, Rhys rounded one more corner...
...and found himself at the edge of a fight. Rhys took in everything he could in the brief second he saw; Daigo and Hyeon were both there, on either side of the conflict, with Hyeon having a couple other students with him. Another kid Rhys recognized, Devin, was standing in a classroom's doorway, bleeding from his hand, and a girl sat on the soaked floor right behind Daigo.
Instincts kicked in. Seeing the look of murder on Daigo's face and the fear in Carlie's, Rhys whipped an index finger at him, and shouted, "GUNSHOT!" The fabric burst open as a bullet fired off, leaving his finger in the pouring water, without any wounds or writing despite it smoking like an actual gun.
Edited by TruthHurts22 on Mar 17th 2019 at 1:29:34 PM
Knight Cheesebeam
Corridors - Should Have Brought Headphones
While she was limp on the floor, Harriet witnessed everything, and even caught sight of Devin and his blood dagger things. Too much going on. Even leaving her room today was a mistake. She has to be anywhere without superpowered fights, armed explosives or anything that has already happened in general.
Her method of escape formed quickly in her mind: shove Severance so that Hyeon would be pressed to the wall, aim the pointy end at Devin's bleeding hand and pin it somewhere, run like heck and whatever comes next. Despite her panic and the constant feeling that she would screw up somehow, she put her plan in motion, signaling Severance to push-
BANG. The nearby gunshot disrupted Harriet's focus, forcing the guitar bag up toward Hyeon's face instead, and immediately tore another hole in the bag fabric shooting out toward Devin - but instead of going for his hand, it went flying straight for his abdomen.
Timers to measure time, thermometers to measure thermomets, mometers to measure mom, and measuring containers to measure measurements.
Transcender of Gender
Class 38A, Parent Mode And Panic Mode
While Zia had assured him that the situation was under control, Ciro found himself unable to leave as Nadine continued her assault on his friend. It was becoming clear that, hell or high water, Nadine wasn't going to stop until she had answers from Travers, blind to the danger she was putting herself in- and the rest of them as well, by keeping them here while a fire (or, knowing their luck, something worse) raged in the school.
He could feel a migraine forming as he rushed to think of what to do about Nadine, and Travers, and Vanessa, and Josephine. After a very long moment of staring gormlessly at the two girls fighting, eyes glassed over as he forced himself to think through the waves of exhaustion, he suddenly turned on his heel to face Vanessa with a stern frown she might've seen only once or twice during their acquaintance.
"Nessa, this is not the time to care about making a video. The sprinklers wouldn't have gone off if this was a drill, which means that there's a real fire somewhere in the school, and that means you have to leave. Now." He turned to Josephine next, his expression and his tone of voice softening- he knew Vanessa could handle a harsh word, but Josephine was new to him and, more than that, seemed timid. "You too, Josephine. We'll get this cleared up in a second, so you can two can go ahead."
Bold words, considering he still had no idea what to do. Zia might be able to fight Nadine off, but if she couldn't... on the off-chance she might have to rely on her powers... his initial thought was merely of her exposing herself in front of Travers, but then another image forced its way into his head: that of Zia's confrontation with the lizard monster, ending with its brains splashed across his face. He shook it away immediately. Zia would never do that. Not again. Of course he knew that.
But now there was the tiniest sense of dread dragging at his consciousness, just enough to influence his actions. Just enough to make him decide that he had to do something to de-escalate the situation. And the only thing he could think of doing, with one foot in dreamland and the alarm blaring around him, was beat Nadine to the punch.
"Miss Travers, after the alarm is dealt with..." Ciro walked slightly into Travers' path, screaming at himself to shut up even as he spoke loudly enough for Nadine to hear, "...I want to talk to you about what happened last Wednesday. I think it has something to do with what's happening right now."
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob
Schrodinger's Human
Class 38A:
Josephine witnessed the chaos unfolding around her in silence. As the water drenched her body, so did despair, borne from disappointment, drench her soul. While Vanessa did contribute to this, it was ultimately Nadine’s actions that enabled this alteration of heart. It was not just the act alone, however, that was the contributing factor.
“What am I doing? Standing here like an idiot while Nadine and that girl are putting themselves in danger… If I don’t stop her... ”
Josephine was taken aback at what she had thought.
Stop Nadine? There is a bomb ticking, damn it!
“It won't take long…”
This would mean exposing yourself to them!
I can just word things correctly, and I will be perfectly fine. No one will suspect me, no one.
The girl did not believe her own words. It was a lie of assurance to ready herself for what she was about to do. Still, it was a struggle for Josephine to lift her feet. If she failed in a way, then this would be nothing more than a suicide. Besides that, there was another, more likely scenario birthing worst results.
Nadine might even hit you for getting in her way! Do you think she’d care what pathetic person like you say?
Josephine kept silence in her mind, before refuting to herself:
“Still, I can’t let her put herself and that girl in danger.”
What if she doesn’t care?
“Then I can truly trust no one” Josephine muttered to herself and ran towards the site of battle, ignoring Ciro's words.
Josephine was not sure what was the spark that generated this flame that was a wish to take action. If one asked her if it was because she loved Nadine, then she would, giving it much thought, ultimately say no. However, Josephine would not dismiss this answer as entirely unsound. She may very well be one of the only people that could lead to the heaven that is love, and Josephine would not lose her.
Not to a bomb. Not to any conspiracy.
Not to anyone.
Josephine, having finally reached her destination, put herself between Nadine and the girl she was beating up.
The girl trusted Nadine would stop. This trust would either save her or damn her.
Everything that lives is designed to end.
One Brunch Man
Rogers High Hallway
Hyeon had figured out about halfway through his swing that there wasn’t actually a guitar in the case, which made him feel incrementally less guilty about using it as a literal instrument of bodily harm; but right around the time that Daigo just up and caught it (thankfully dropping his hostage in the process), Hyeon had just enough time to properly miss the weight before he was easily tugged in close. Questions bubbled up as his host’s breath washed unwelcomely over his face—Who’s giving you orders, aren’t you the boss of your whole stupid operation?—but were quickly engulfed, along with any and every other thought, by Daigo’s gaping, yawning maw, the twin, wickedly-sharp points of the would-be gangster’s supernaturally-lengthened canines engulfing the musician’s world and sending it spiraling down into the gangster-slash-monster’s gullet.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me—
Then Carlie swept in, and smacked Daigo right across his stupid face. Hyeon was jarred loose to reel backward, finding his footing properly before frantically and self-consciously wiping at his shirt, his collar, and particularly the skin of his neck. “Were you about to fucking bite me?!” He half-shrieked, his tone blending into a unique mixture of indignant incredulity, and any sort of invective-filled rant to demand what his fucking problem was only trailed off into a look of blank, dread-filled awe when Daigo’s nose steadfastly undid all of the hard work they had just put into knocking that smug look off of his face. Devin, stepping out a few doors down with a nigh-identical expression and a hovering, congealed dagger of his own sizzling, steaming blood, didn't help matters.
“The dawn of a new age.”
Before Hyeon could make a move, the gods of rock-and-roll opted to make that call for him; no sooner than did his feet steel themselves against the wet and sodden floor than was he swept off of them, sent careening back into the lockers by apparently nothing more than the guitar bag itself. Hyeon gasped out as he collided with the harsh steel, sliding down in a squeaking squelch and coming to rest in a splash of the school’s collected juices. An acrid, arid scent stabbed itself hot into his nostrils, and at first, he thought that he’d merely swallowed another mouthful of the nickel-flavored artificial rainwater—until he peeled open the eyes he’d squeezed shut during the impact, and saw the leathery surface of the guitar case overcome with a burning, widening, red-rimmed crater. It dawned on him that just a second later, that would have been his face.
There was no more time to think; his head was pounding, his ears were ringing, he couldn’t help but feel that the hall had been shaken by a bang quite a bit louder than just his skull colliding with the lockers. Reaching out, he made to scrabble for the only thing properly within reach—Harriet’s regular, non-melting bookbag—and attempted to pay Carlie’s assist back by heaving it underhand in the amatuer wrestler's direction, hoping that she had gotten some imminently-transferrable practice hitting things with steel chairs, or that she otherwise just had the good sense to use it as a shield.
Edited by Uncandescent on Mar 20th 2019 at 2:45:49 PM
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Something Ivy hadn't considered, really, was that some people might not be able to turn their powers off. At a later point she'd wonder if she herself also couldn't, but right now, Luna's pain shocked her. Not literally, yet.
Her immediate response was to run over to her and immediately state the first idea that came to her mind: "J-J-Just turn it off! You, y—anyone can..."
No, that wasn't going to be an option. She looked down at her, with obvious distress, coming up with...vague ideas. Half-finished things that didn't make sense if thought about for more than a split second.
She wanted to just...do whatever it is she just did! Make something that did something that made problems better. If that wouldn't work, and asking Marissa and Eileen wouldn't work * then what would she...
Lacking anything better, she ripped off her newly acquired parka and threw it over Luna's prone body from a short distance. If there was any stemming of the arcing energy coming off of her she'd try to get closer and move it so that she was completely covered. If not...she'd probably, like, try moving it over with her foot.
"Luna, Luna, just...don't...th-think about it, just think about something else. Anything else..."
Then, making things more complicated, someone??? walked into the hallway. Wearing a mask, completely soaked and more importantly intentionally swaggering like...like a...
The thought was there, but it wasn't coming out. Ivy, why do you always have to be like this? Never finishing anything.
"...G-Go." She did her best to try and seem imposing, however that went. Someone like this obviously wasn't good. "Get some help for her or...something..."
The Fantabulous
Classroom 38A
Fortunate for Nadine, Tamasin's sudden shove and the increasing panic of the high school distracted Zia for a few precious moments as they wrestled. The endless screaming and chattering and fearing seemed to surround her, hundreds of people pulling and pushing and yelling into her ears. She had to close her eyes to refocus herself enough not to scream herself, and in that time Nadine managed to hook her square in the gut. Air escaped her chest in a sudden reflex, but when she breathed in it was replaced with fury. Previously Brayne was only trying to restrain the other girl, now she was going to make her regret starting anything.
With surprising speed Zi struck out at her, a powerful uppercut followed by a hook and then strike after vicious strike. The telepath was by no means trained at fighting, but she had enough experience fending off bullies (usually Ciro's, rather than her own) to know where to strike and how - moreover, she now knew exact how they would react. "There's a bomb you fucking morons!" She snarled, lunging to grab Nadine again, "We don't have time for your bullshit!" She heard a distant explosion, but knew it was not a traditional explosive this time. There was a new voice, or perhaps it had just become louder and irritatingly cockney (even Dick Van Dyke would have some complaints). Zia paused her attacks for a moment as another girl (Josephine, she noted), "We need to go, Nadine. Please. I can make you, but I don't want to."
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
Happy Box Hater
Class 12B
Why did Lenore have to stop him? Jacob just wanted to leave. So what if he could potentially help? All his good sense was screaming at him to leave. Leave and run far away from here.
"No, you really can't rely on my power!" the teen said, frantically shaking his head as he was dragged along towards the stairs. "It's confusing and I can't really control it... look, I wrote notes that could explain it but a better way to spend our time is getting away from the bomb!"
His mother would be livid that he was taking part in this, but honestly there wasn't much of a choice unless he could convince her with words. Simply fleeing probably wouldn't work too good when the other party had powers of their own, and Jacob wasn't amoral enough to loop her inside a building set to explode. "Please, just... Do you really think we can help? Evacuating is the right procedure in this sort of situation, not trying to be a hero! We're not the sorts of people who are meant to run towards explosions!" This was stupid. He had nearly killed someone this past week and now he was being forced to help stop a bomb threat.
Life was too chaotic right now.
Why is a yam attacking me?
huzzaaaaaaaah
Jessica's response was lost amidst the chaos of the sirens and the sprinklers, though she made a point of backing away from the Dark Dragon and eventually run away as fast as possible when the option presented itself. She wasn't about to stay there and watch whatever was about to happen, especially since it was going to happen to Ivy, someone who she already had some bad blood with.
There was one other noise amidst the cacophony: that of Luna's screaming in pain as the lightning arched higher and higher, hitting nearby lockers in what seemed like the real life version of a giant Tesla coil... except there was no protective barrier to assure the people around Luna that they were safe (and they would soon feel tiny little shocks, a prelude to the real danger). Luna's yelling stopped when she felt fingers lifting her chin up. She smiled, expecting to see her friend, but that smile disappeared when a masked man gazed back at her.
"Go... awaaaaay!" She yelled, her eyes growing brighter, her voice becoming more distorted, as the lightning began to arch away from the metal and towards the Dark Dragon. Every bolt would touch his body and, somehow, suck up all that energy through his own plasma-focused abilities. Though to the outside world it would seem as if the Dark Dragon was being subjected to constant shocks, the boy himself would feel nothing but an increase in power, in the fire burning within him, in the kind of raw firepower he could unleash with a single blow.
But that wasn't the end.
Luna gripped his chest, yelling, trying to push him back with the sheer strength of her own abilities. The lightning bolts grew wilder, larger, and even started causing minor fires (which were soon squashed by the sprinklers), but they continued to dip into the Dark Dragon's body. As if pushing against a wall, Luna yelled, her voice turning into a growl, then into what could only be described as the mix between a human yelling into a fan and the feedback one could get by placing one microphone next to another. Her eyes grew brighter, and then her entire body began to shimmer, to shake, like the lines in a television screen right before the image was completely captured.
There was only one moment for Luna to process what she had just done before the consequences ensued upon her... a moment which she used to glance upon Ivy, her anger fading into fear, her tongue moving to say something before a mighty blast spread from her, sending a powerful gust of wind and an electrical surge down the entire school that did not injure the students, but immediately deactivated the sprinklers, the alarm, the lights, and any other electrical objects in the vicinity (including phones). And when those around the Dark Dragon opened eyes, they'd see Ivy's parka, laying on the floor, no Luna beneath it.
The Dark Dragon himself had changed slightly: his eyes now burned with plasma- the strongest source of light in the room- all in an odd mimicry of Luna's abilities- and he would feel within him an immense power capable of blowing up half the school in a mere snap of his fingers... a power he would have to use almost immediately, for it soon began trying to escape him in any way possible... as if the power had life, and maybe even a name.
"Don't you 'oh me' me, Ms. Bogdan! I know you're part of that group, and though I expected more out of a star student like yourself, it wouldn't surprise me if all this sprinkler business had something to do with you and your friends!" Principal Shooter growled, narrowing his eyes and stepping forward. "The Superintendent is this close from punishing me for something that's not my fault, so fix whatever caused this and shut down these sprinklers!"
As if on cue, the sprinklers went off, the alarms went off, the lights went off and the whole school was submerged into darkness. Shooter looked up, around, and then down at Bogdan. "Was that you?" He asked, sniffing around the air and noticing a strange burnt smell. "Oh my God, please tell me that's not you."
Shooter peered into the Home Ec room to spot the burned up microwave, extinguished by the sprinklers, letting off some characteristic bad smells for all to enjoy. "Ms. Bogdan, can you explain yourself?! Did you cause the fire in the Home Ec room?"
BANG! Daigo's ears moved again, capturing the sharp and distinctive sound amidst the alarms and the sprinklers, just like he had done to Hyeon's splashes. His head turned towards the bullet, following it with his piercing red eyes, observing its trajectory...
"Take this, fucko!" Carlie yelled, using a friendly nickname that had been coined by his ex-girlfriend (and Carlie's best friend). "Dis-Abelson, BITCHES!" She roared, running towards Daigo and bringing the bookbag across his face. She grinned, watching it soar gracefully across the sky towards her incoming enemy... until, suddenly, said enemy stopped, forcing her to take a few extra steps, as if allowing Carlie to hit him.
And that she did, her bag slamming into Daigo's face and giving the vampire another broken nose. "Wait, what the f—"
Thwup.
Rhys would get a perfect view of his bullet going right through Carlie's back, piercing her right in the stomach. The blue-haired girl had only a moment to look down at her wounds before Daigo pushed her back, watching her body flop to the ground, falling to the ground and promptly adding a new liquid to the growing flood. "The first of many casualties." He said, grinning at Hyeon with satisfaction before turning to Devin. "We've got what we came for—"
Daigo stopped short in his tracks, because not only did the sprinklers, lights and alarms suddenly stop working, but also the vampire realized that he had completely missed the moment where Harriet's spear had pierced right through Devin's abdomen, pinning him against the wall. The other boy clutched the spear with shivering bloody hands and not a single noise of pain left his lip... though his eyelids began to dip down, indicating he might not have been long for this world.
An indication Daigo caught on, as he almost tripped trying to turn around and launch himself towards Harriet, rage in his eyes.
Vanessa's look of surprise and exasperation was a sign of how many times she had been under Ciro's 'parent mode'. "S-sure." She mumbled, struggling to figure out what to do with her hands, since her brain was too busy pleading to be free of Ciro's glare. Within seconds, she turned and ran towards the exit, joining the rapidly thinning stream of kids that had been evacuating the school since the start of the sprinkler situation.
But it wasn't Vanessa who gave the most surprising reaction of the morning. When Ciro placed himself in front of Travers, the woman continued to react as if she was nothing more than a regular teacher, trying to find ways to skirt around Ciro without seeming like she was disrespecting his student. But when he mentioned Wednesday, Travers suddenly stopped.
Her back straightened up. Her lips curled up in a slight smile. Her hands clenched themselves into fists. And her shoulders adopted a far more military stance. Finally, her eyes gave up all semblance of caring, as if a switch had been turned, and a far more analytical gaze set itself upon Ciro. "I didn't think you'd step forward so easily." Travers said, smiling through and through. "Here."
With a quick motion, Travers pulled a single white card off her breast pocket (containing a typed up phone number) and slid it into Ciro's hand, crumpling it around the card. "Keep it safe, and maybe we can work together?" She said, putting her finger to her lips in a 'quiet' motion just as the lights, the sprinklers and the alarms went off. Almost instantly, Travers resumed running down the corridors, having slipped back into her teacher persona, which even included a more unprepared method of running.
Inside, the situation had also changed suddenly. But not because of Ciro's words, and certainly not because of the end of the alarm, but because of a girl's actions. First, Zia's moves would hit Nadine full on, and one might catch a glimpse of a grin spreading across her face once the strikes hit her on the chest, as if she was waiting for permission to attack. A permission she gladly accepted, clenching her fists and aiming a counter attack straight at Zia's cheeks— until Josephine stepped right in front of her.
Yes, it was cliche. Yes, it was stupid. But Nadine's fist stopped right before it hit Josephine. She lowered it, letting her heavy breathing be the only sound in the room (save for the last drops of water dripping off the sprinklers, and a few drops of blood dripping off her cheek). Her eyes went wide, and her body froze up, allowing Zia to grab her successfully. Nadine finally looked at her in the eye, took a deep breath... and nodded.
"She's left us behind, anyway." Nadine said, pushing Zia back softly and spitting out some blood. "That secret agent bitch." She growled, rubbing her fist against her lips and glancing at... Josephine, again. She looked down, her cheeks reddening in a mix of shame and hopelessness. "I stopped, alright? You won." Her eyes turned to Zia, glaring. "Go take care of that fucking bomb." She then glanced at Tamasin, who glanced back. "We're gonna get the people out of here."
And then, she reached over to try and grab Josephine's arm, with a softness unbecoming of her rugged nature. "You coming with us?"
Lenore let Jacob finish his whole speech, staring at him with an incredulous raised eyebrow before reaching over and trying to slap him in the face. "Dude, I know it's hard to control it. But if we don't do something and people get hurt, this is gonna be on us for the rest of our lives. I know that you don't want that on your conscience- and I really freaking hope I'm not wrong- so that's why we're gonna put our wildly uncontrollable powers to work together."
She held out her arm, not even flinching or looking around when everything at the corridor suddenly turned off, throwing them into silence. "Whoever's doing this bomb shit got into the false ceiling. I know how to get there. Me and Vivian used to sneak around when we didn't want to be bothered." Lenore explained, suddenly sniffing for a moment before wiping her face with her hand, smearing her makeup and revealing some of her eyes (as if she was trying to bite down on something). "I'm gonna take us there, and you're gonna make sure that thing doesn't blow up. Then, I'm gonna take it and throw it in the ocean."
"You got that?" Lenore shook her arm at Jacob. "Grab on and let's fucking do this!"
Edited by Stratofarius on Mar 24th 2019 at 9:23:38 AM
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Miri, Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Corridors
Mirielle raised an eyebrow, looking thoroughly offended. More than that, she was annoyed at the principal's fixation on her and her friends. She had respected him, once. Now she was over with. There was more at stake. Near her, two black strings began to shake, and quiver, almost ominously. She was starting to understand what they meant, even though she hated that she could. Moving carefully so they were behind her, Miri grabbed them, and felt them move in her hands. She didn't know what to do. "My friends and I have nothing to do with this, sir, and now I have to evacuate, because apparently, there's a fire. Since your job is so important to you, sir, I suggest you, instead of harassing a lone female student, let me get out of the building that is on fire."
She sighed, and took a breath, even as all the lights went off. "And for your information, sir, I respect a kitchen far too much to set it on fire deliberately, and I know far too much about a kitchen to have set it on fire accidentally. Perhaps you should look at someone else, like Daigo and his crew. After all, I haven't seen them today at all. You should probably also consider evacuating, considering that the Home Ec room is, or was, on fire. And no, that wasn't me." She didn't know who it was, though she had her hunches, considering what she knew of the others. She drew herself up, and sidestepped the principal, before looking back at the microwave, and frowned. "You should probably organise for some fumigation, sir, and definitely some form of disposal for that. Burnt plastic fumes can be deadly. The sprinklers are dampening it right now, but that looks pretty badly damaged."
With that, she walked away, and thought for a moment, casting a stray thought into the wind. Zi, where are you? What's happening? Then, she started to follow the strings. They seemed to double back on each other, more like a loop than a connection. She started to move faster, trying to trace them back to their owners. Zi, two people...they're dying.
Edited by secretlyasuperhero on Mar 25th 2019 at 3:47:41 AM
[TOP SECRET]
That One Gal
The instant in which Carlie fell to the floor felt like an hour. The alarm, the sprinklers, the slight sting to his finger, everything faded into the background. All Rhys could do was stare at the girl he shot. Then the moment passed when she hit the floor with a thud, and everything went dark and quiet.
Save for the sound of ripping fabric as a bayonet formed from his palm - the utter shock triggering his power - tearing his glove to shreds.
Confusion, doubt, disbelief, and anger swirled around his head as he gripped the blade, eyes still on Carlie. His gaze flicked up to Daigo as he stumbled on the slick floors, and the intense feelings ramming around Rhys's chest welled up into a single directed thought: Stop Daigo.
He wasn't even completely sure that Daigo was a threat here. God knows that Rhys seemed to be more of a danger than him right now. But regardless of how innocent Daigo might've been, Rhys was on him. He dashed forward, barely able to keep his balance, tripping and scrambling off the wet floor as he ran towards Daigo.
"HEY!" Rhys threw his weapon at Daigo before throwing himself as well, arms outstretched to tackle him into the wall, hoping the bayonet was enough of a distraction.
Toa of Anarchy
Oh, I love it when they play 'ard to get. Tha's it, girl, struggle for me, figh' and figh', but alllll that passion's gonna go in a real different place soon enough. She's piling on the power, cranking up the voltage, higher and 'igher yet. I can feel it pouring int' me, all that 'eat, those sparks, those brilliant lil' lights, feeling so warm, so...so...oh...oh, Jesus, it's...oh my god, so much, so good, yes, yes, fuckin' yes, oh fuck you, come on, come on, it's...it's....
"rrrrrrrRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHH!...hrrrr...rhhhh..hrrrr...rhhhhh..."
Power...so much...power...I can feel it, buzzing inside me, right there in m' bones, like nothing I've ever felt before. Looking down, at my 'ands, at my claws, I can almost see m' bones glowing, feel the voltage rushin' through me.
"...power...like the sun. Power, like a GOD. I can feel it twistin', feel it burnin', I could turn 'em all to charcoal, hehahaha, roast 'em like a barbecue, bring the world an' all the fools an' fucks to their KNEES! I could...I gotta, I gotta- urghh."
Too much. Swayin'. Steady meself on the locker. Can feel it movin' and squirmin'. Gotta get it out, gotta get it loose. Pumped up to 'alf mast and now I can't...oh, sweet satan, it's such a rush I can't even finish my dir'y joke. Need to let it out. Need to level this 'ole neighbourhood- but wait, then I can't savour the looks on their faces. Can't find the pricks that ground us both down and make 'em writhe. But who? No time to think, just pick one. Curt McGowan? Principal Shoo'er? The Reporters, the Police or...
"...Travers..."
Thaaat's it. Travers the government spook, Travers the ul'imate enemy, Travers the mannish bint who wants to take us away, lock me up again, put me through the courts and the cells and the men in white coats and bury me under the NO! Not buried, won't be buried, not me, not ever again.
"...Find her...Find Travers...Find the Travers make her BURN!..."
Off I go, chargin' at full tilt, bolts and sparks arcing off the walls in m' wake. Is there people around me? Don't care less. Just 'ave one goal, one target now. Find Travers, let loose the load, and send 'er to hell on earth.
Happy Box Hater
Class 12B
Jacob didn't react quickly enough to prevent Lenore from slapping him. A sharp pain spread throughout his face. His gaze stayed defiant, though. This was insane. Did she think that he'd feel good about running away? Obviously he'd be guilty! But that was irrelevant, because he needed to put his own safety first. The path taken didn't matter as long as he came out on top.
...But could he really go now? His mother would tell him to forget about this, if she was here. They'd just leave the building and be safe. But mother wasn't here. If she could just tell him what to do, Jacob would be able to follow through with confidence. There was never any doubt when he was doing what mother told him. No one he trusted was here to command him, though.
They could just leave! If Lenore was smart, she'd just teleport them both away from here. What was driving her to put herself in danger? Shouldn't her sense of self preservation be screaming at her right now?
It wasn't any of his business. If she wanted to risk herself, she could do it alone. Jacob could just turn around and get out of here. Except... what would he think?
"Fine!" the teen finally spat out at Lenore, reaching out a hand to grab her arm. Why was he going along with this? It was stupid, suicidal, but he just couldn't say no. "Let's get going already. We're working on a tight schedule here!" This was awful. His powers wouldn't even be that useful here, from what he knew of them. If he looped the bomb it wouldn't go off, but Lenore would need to wait for the loop to end before disposing of it. Otherwise it would return right back here. He wasn't useful. And yet he was still trying to stay. Why couldn't he turn away?
Why is a yam attacking me?
The Fantabulous
Class 38A
Zia didn't resist Nadine's push, nodding back to her in a sort of deal and touching Josephine on a shoulder in a sign of thanks, "Finally, now we can..." Her sentiment was cut short as the electronics shut down, but it was more the events unfolding around them that caused her to go silent. She turned towards Ciro, eyes unfocused but flickering in response to scenes far from view - she looked like she was about to be ill. She could feel the bullet in Carlie's stomach, her dull shock as she looked down at her blood and her legs failing her. Devin's slowing thoughts, the sensation of the spear through him and holding him as everything was going dark. Brayne gripping her chest and stomach, Miri's thoughts dragging her back from the sensations, Miri? I know...
"Carlie and Devin... They're hurt. Bleeding out." Zi was speaking to Miri and Ciro now, out loud and through her powers, "Electronics are out, bombs too maybe...? But something happened to Luna..." She closed her eyes, trying to feel for Luna's presence but only finding static and the awful thoughts of the thing in Simon's body, Luna? Can you hear me? The white noise felt like her, somehow, but of greater concern was what Dark Dragon was planning to do with this sudden power boost. Brayne took Ciro by the arm suddenly, running towards the bastard and at full pelt, "He's gonna kill people, we have to stop him!" Was all she gave by way of explanation.
As Zia drew nearer to cockney psychopath she tried to focus on him, to exert pressure like she had before on Ivy and Jessica by accident. She could see him stalking down a hallway now, wreathed in stolen power. In her mind she reached out and gripped his, tried to drag the thing down and give what was left of Luna a chance, Simon? Are you in there?
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
Blood Mage Apologist
3rd Floor Corridors
There was a bomb. There was a bomb and people were dead, they were dead and he couldn't do anything at all. He couldn't do anything about it, either, Daigo was going to blow up the school and Carlie was on the floor 'dead,' and Fesxis was telling him that he needed to get up and do something before they all were murdered.
Technically, it is attempted murder, as neither have expired, Fesxis said firmly, [[red: and you might be able to help save them if you do SOMETHING before they do die.]
Sebastian finally snapped to his senses as Carlie fell to the ground, her blood splattering the floor. Devin had a spear through his middle, he realized, and Daigo was going to kill Harriet-
Stop him!
Rage welled up in his chest, and he crooked a hand. Black shadows swirled around him, and he hurled four shadow spears at Daigo.
He wasn't playing. They were sharp and pointed, designed to pierce and kill and rip the life from the vampiric maniac. He'd just shot Carly and he was going to kill one of his friends and he couldn't allow that.
Wooze looks at Glass with a 'please take her away' look
Knight Cheesebeam
3rd Floor Corridors
As Severance entered Devin's body, Harriet felt a brief shock in her brain, as if she knocked her head against something too hard. However, that sensation was nothing compared to seeing what she did to him.
She murdered him.
She could see that Devin has yet to expire, but it would not be long, and it was her act that caused this anyway.
Harriet remained transfixed on Devin's bloodied body, as the outside world faded from her view. Memories long buried began to emerge. She clutched, grasped, tore at her head, trying to push the thoughts back down - no avail. She recalled it all. That fateful night. The argument, the abandonment, the news the following morning.
And then it fell in place. She could never outrun her past; forget who she is. A murderer. Her handiwork pinned into the wall before her was irrefutable proof. Murderer. Criminal. Wretched. Detestable. Through the mental pollution, a strange sensation of ecstasy also began to emerge, perhaps some kind of relief at holding herself in for so long. As Harriet returned to reality, she felt a deranged smile carved across her face, hyperventilating, still collapsed on the floor as aggressive footsteps came in her direction.
She snapped her head to face backwards, brutishly pulling Severance with Devin still skewered on, and sent them flying over her head toward Daigo, emitting a sound while doing so - maybe out of despair, broken glee, instinctive intimidation, even she could no longer tell. He may want to kill her, but she already has killed before, and can certainly do so again.
Timers to measure time, thermometers to measure thermomets, mometers to measure mom, and measuring containers to measure measurements.
Luna's power, the same human tempest that terrified her on the day all of this began, terrified her much the same. She immediately backed off the moment she could feel a hot crack of a barely harmless bolt against her skin, and stayed her distance as she rampaged against the Dark Dragon.
She could only stand and watch, at first fearing for Luna because "she's going to murder someone!" A hundred images of a life on the run ran through her head, a list of every possible horrible thing that could go wrong from someone else's death. And yet, in the span of a few seconds, the situation turned and her prediction was invalidated. The way Luna gave her that final pleading look was what told her that something had gone wrong. So...unbelievably wrong.
The blinding light coming off of the masked man did nothing to Ivy as she stared, unblinking and aghast. Only when he started trying to move under his own power, like he was drunk with power, did Ivy finally move herself...to the ground. Slumping down on her knees, and then even lower as she bent forward to curl up with her face to the ground, Ivy reached forward for her coat, and draped it over her head.
Melissa, Irene, Dark Friend-Killer Dragon, whoever was here didn't have much to gain by paying attention to her. Unlike many times before this she wasn't simply frozen from the shock, but she wished she was. Everyone in the hall would hear her muffled screaming, her parka wrapped around her face, but she just couldn't do anything else. Besides, maybe, wonder what she should've done instead.
Transcender of Gender
Class 38A -> Locker Corridor, To The Ziamobile!
If there was one tiny silver lining to this whole debacle, it was that Travers had put a pin in whatever horrible consequence Ciro was going to experience for admitting his involvement to her. Sort of. He already knew that she already knew that he was involved somehow, he was just confirming it. Which didn't bring him much comfort as he numbly slid the phone number into his pocket before it got drenched.
Whatever concerns he had for his own imminent safety also had to be put on hold, as Zia dropped about four bombshells on him at once. One of them more literal than the others. "Wh- What- What do you mean there's a bomb?!" He looked across to Zia in alarm, only to watch her eyes mist over and her features pull into a grimace. "Zi..?" He stepped over and put his hands on her shoulders, just in case she was unsteady on her feet. Had the blow from Nadine hurt her that much? He had kinda missed the fight, between Travers and the lights going out...
But then she returned, and quickly dropped the rest of the shocking news on him. "Carlie and- y-you mean 'from our class' Devin?" Daigo's friend, Devin? Ciro suppressed a shudder. "Who's Carlie? What happened to them? And Luna-" Then their positions switched, Zia grabbing Ciro instead and hurrying down the corridor with him in tow. Nearly losing his balance, especially on the wet floors, he contorted himself just enough to get one last view of Josephine, Nadine, and Tamasin before they disappeared. "Uh, g-get out of here! Get to safety!" He swiped his arm at them awkwardly and then turned back around so he didn't fall on his face as Zia brought him around the corner.
"Zia, wait, who's gonna- who are you talking about?" Like the rest of his many questions, it went unanswered as the two of them came to a stop in front of- well, Ciro had to blink a few times before he believed the sight in front of him. A guy in a mask and full black ensemble, electricity arcing off him like he was a human Tesla coil. Besides him, someone was curled up on the floor- if Ciro had a little longer to examine her, he would've realised it was Ivy, but then...
But then he saw her. A little further down the corridor, talking to a blonde girl (again, someone Ciro would have recognised if not for the angle). Looking no different than she had a few days ago, except this time without a monster in tow. A monster with claws, and teeth, and murder in its eyes, and now all Ciro could hear was the screaming of children in his head, his breath coming in shorter, sharper gasps as his entire body froze at the sight of Melissa.
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob
huzzaaaaaaaah
"There's just no time to explain, okay?!"
No matter what happened around her, be it the sprinklers, the lights going off or the distant sounds of battles and explosions, Jae didn't stop running as far away from the school's main entrance as possible, dragging (or trying to drag) her friend Jem with her. Her escape plan wasn't doing well at the moment: any time they found an exit, Jae would see an adult or someone near it, and promptly turn around to the other side.
"Daigo, he..." Jae said, deciding to explain it to Jem as they ran through another damn corridor. "He got this job, this job about all the weird shit that's been happening lately. And he decided that the best way to accomplish this job was by-" She lowered her voice. "-by threatening to blow up the freaking school-" She raised it again, glaring at Jem. "So that's why I'm getting you the fuck away from here!"
As if on cue, Jae turned around just in time to see someone right in front of her, getting closer, and closer, and closer— and before long, she collided with Mirielle, falling flat on her ass immediately. "What the fuck watch where YOU'RE going!" She yelled, struggling to get off the wet floor and immediately slipping back down. "Fuck! FUUUUUCK!"
The lurking form of Benjy hid behind the chest-high walls separating Sebastian Smith's house from its neighbors, watching silently as another police car sped down the street, towards the school.
"Jennaaaaaaaa." He growled at the assortment of bugs all around him. "We neeeeed to goooo to the ssssschoool. Ssssssomething happeeeeened aaaannnd we nnnnneeed to fffffind out what it issss and ssstop it!" He finished, pumping his fist up. "But I dddddon't want to gooo alone..."
The crowd of students and teachers congregated outside the school was an unusual one. Some of them were wet, some of them dry, all of them were either terrified and/or pissed off (with the latter quality reserved mostly for the adults). But after the lights went off, all of them started moving away from the school, fearing the worst. And, as if to make matters worse, the police appeared.
"Everyone, back away from the building!" A police officer yelled through a megaphone, moving her hands to both coordinate her officers as they set up a perimeter around the school, but also to make it clear to the people outside that they were there for a serious reason. "I repeat, back away from the building!" She continued, as more and more police cars arrived, as barriers were erected, as the sounds of sirens filled the air outside... and even inside the school.
One Brunch Man
3rd Floor Corridors
It was loud.
Kwang scurried for cover, the watery ripples springing out from his paws intersecting and overwhelming each other as his path diverted this way and that. Over there, was a burning smell, those you were supposed to stay away from; over here, the ‘weird’ was compounded by more weird, a sizzling stench like the things that grew on the forest floor and looked like food, but weren’t. But through it all, there was one scent that made him stop and take notice, rearing back onto his hind legs in order to point his twitching nose at it like a radar dish. It smelled like comfort, and warmth, and home. It smelled like it had five brightenings ago, when he’d moved into the treeless forest. It smelled like Mom.
Kwang bounded over to Carlie, sniffed at her cheek, and began to lick it.
Hyeon felt like an extra in a music video, watching the rest of the world move around him in a slow-motion storm of swirling glitter while he stayed in the background, commanded to do nothing but watch. His mouth slid open slightly, chittering syllables meaningless to man and beast alike, desperately trying to form all of the stupidest questions imaginable. Hey, are you alright? Are you hurt? He felt his body flex and churn with impotent energy, flaring up with nowhere to go, nothing productive to direct it toward. The burning twang of the acid fumes from his lap spilled into his nostrils, and for some reason it smelled just like hot asphalt on a Wednesday afternoon.
Then the lights went out, and the sprinklers stopped.
Hyeon sprang forward, the half-melted guitar case falling from his lap and smacking harshly into the ground before separating into two halves, each sporting their own smoking end. He was at her side in seconds. “Hey, partner," he said, reaching over to carefully collect her flesh-and-blood hand, "I’m here to tag you out, okay? You did great. His nose isn’t coming back from that one.” He resisted the urge to look over his shoulder, to let his rage escape like rising steam, and gently hefted her hand onto her torso, moving it toward the blooming red spot. “Keep this here, okay? You might be hurt pretty bad. I won’t tell anyone if you break kayfabe, just this once. Hold on tight…” Voice dropping to a low murmur that addressed himself as much as her, he gathered his feet beneath himself in a low crouch, scooping his hands underneath the prone girl in turn. With a heaving gasp, he made to climb to his feet, one hand supporting the middle of Carlie’s back while the other snuck into the crook of her knees, lifting her into a classic bridal carry. “Christ girl, all that muscle makes you heavy…” Hyeon had one, last, stabbing moment of indecision as he peered over one shoulder, feeling his blood boil even as his heart turned to ice, before clutching onto Carlie tighter and making a break for it, sweeping past the gathered students as he made his way back from where he came.
“Benedict!” He called out as he kicked the door to the stairwell open, before turning to angle Carlie’s head through it. He looked down at the dripping, gloomy expanse of the three-story descent into pitch-blackness, and the floors upon halls between them and anywhere dry, warm, or bright enough to do anything like emergency surgery—then to the other side, up to the lone stairs leading to the roof access, a thin strip of light bleeding in even now from underneath the door. A sharp whistle sent Kwang bounding up the steps in front of them, the animal pausing to look back with a twitching nose every few steps as the teen struggled to find footing that wouldn’t send either him or his passenger toppling into the abyss. “Sorry about this,” he murmured as he reached the top step with a gasp, sliding the hand on her back forward to grasp her free bicep, lurching it up before bringing it and the mechanical arm it was attached to down onto the door's handle—again, and again, and again, searching for the satisfying click of releasing metal before shouldering his way into the daylight.
Hyeon was panting by the time he set her down some ways from the door, taking little comfort from the encroaching sirens as he delicately splayed her out like a wet rag. “Benedict, get your ass up here!” He shouted over his shoulder into the yawning black portal of the stairwell door, before he turned back to his patient, sweeping some of the plastered blue hair out of her face as he forced a smile. “Hey. You need to stay awake. Follow my finger, okay?" He held his index finger up, moving it slowly back-and-forth in the air over her face, feeling the immense heat and pressure beating down onto his back.
Edited by Uncandescent on Mar 29th 2019 at 5:25:52 AM
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Schrodinger's Human
Class 38A
Josephine Engel was speechless. "Am I dreaming? Maybe this is..."
Nadine's soft voice awoke her from a dream called thought. Josephine clearly heard what she said, to which she answered:
"Yes... yes, of course."
The girl would have smiled had this not been a moment of crisis... a crisis worse than she had anticipated. Josephine heard another girl exclaim some people were bleeding. Her mind distorted into a playground for chaos, rationality that she had just regained destroyed by the discord of fear.
"Bleeding out? What does this supposed to mean? Have the people behind the bomb acted? Or is it the other party? Then does this mean..."
Her breathing was out of control. Temperature of her skin lowered again, patches of ice forming around her body. These areas of ice tingled, as Josephine only asked to herself "What should I do?" The sirens of the police did not help matters. If left unchecked, she would fry the whole room.
Then the girl looked at Nadine. This forced her to recover her breathing, and made patches of frozen skin melt yet again quickly. "At least I'm not alone. At least I have someone."
"We should go before it's too late", Josephine said to Nadine. "Where should we head to first?"
"Doing something right now is first. Talking to her about... that can come later".
Everything that lives is designed to end.
huzzaaaaaaaah
The feeling of sudden bright sunlight invading Hyeon's face might have temporarily blinded him, especially as he made his way into the bare rooftops, populated only by the occasional air escape or spinning fan (even though nobody knew what those were for). It would also give him a beautiful view of the city around Rogers High, and at the growing pandemonium outside the school. The barricade was growing, children and students were collecting at its edge, news vans were driving up and skidding to a halt, hurrying to cover these latest developments...
... and Kev looked back at Hyeon, kneeling besides a collection of assorted chemical elements and ticking clocks, all of them spread around like ingredients, ready to be transformed into a bomb of a meal— except there was no bomb to be seen.
"Dear God." Benedict gasped, stepping out of the roof access stairwell, dropping Hyeon's phone to the floor (along with any semblance of control he had over this situation). "God, is she... Jung, she's bleeding and..." He covered his mouth, wincing as his back hit the now closed door into the stairwell. "Oh God. Oh God." He muttered, his breathing growing faster and faster, the world around him spinning. "Sirens— p-proximity is... 2 miles and— indicates large, large, police presence— vans, make, model, 4 years old— heavy, heavy, the weight, the equipment, it's—"
His eyes stopped on Kev, who flinched, standing up with fear stamped in his eyes. "Acetone-" Benedict said, pointing at the ingredients on the floor. "Seconds, counting, the clocks are two miliseconds behind, they're not in sync, they're not in sync— sirens are not in sync they indicate a heavy police presence and the news vans are carrying outdated equipment it's hitting the floor and dragging perhaps 153 people standing outside 154 155 156 153 152 162—"
It was Benedict who hit the floor right after Carlie, who was smiling weakly at Hyeon, following the finger with her eyes. "I'm awake." She mumbled, struggling to speak up over Benedict's inane mumbling- which by now had foregone any kind of commas or pauses as his eyes focused solely on the sky. "I'm awake. Finger. Following finger." Her prosthetic hand came to rest over her own wound. "You think... I have a lot of muscle?"
Before Hyeon could answer, another sound joined the cacophony: BAMPF. A small gust of air hit all the people in the roof as Jacob and Lenore materialized a feet or so over the ground, hitting it with a damp thud. And whilst the former might be feeling the sudden wooziness of teleportation, the latter quickly found her feet and turned to Kev, glaring at him with enough anger that the boy squealed back in fear, reaching for something in his pocket— a clicker, with a single red button on top of it.
He pressed it. Silence followed. Then... the muffled sounds of a song echoing through the school beneath them.
Rhys' bayonet sunk clearly and deeply into Daigo's chest, penetrating his shirt and his skin to create another growing red spot on his clothes. But Daigo himself didn't seem puzzled by it. Instead, once the bayonet hit him, he stopped in his tracks and turned towards the approaching Rhys, growling at him. From there on, it was only a matter of stretching his arm forward, opening his right hand, and letting Rhys slide right into his hold.
That wouldn't be enough for Daigo, not by a long shot. "Die." He growled, raising his left hand and letting Rhys get a nice, beautiful glimpse at his fingers, at his dangerously sharp nails, before he thrusted it forward with superhuman strength towards, aiming to drive it right through Rhys' gut.
The PA system's crackled back to life, and a song began blasting through them. Daigo winked, perhaps giving away that stabbing Rhys with his own hands wasn't his true intention. Because his hand didn't go right through Rhys' gut. It went for his shirt, gripping it, so Daigo could try and hurl the other boy towards the four shadows spears coming his way, ready to make Sebastian feel the same pain Rhys had just felt—
THUMP! Another unexpected twist to Daigo's plan soon happened, for something hit both him and Rhys from behind- it was Severance, though the blow was quite lessened by Devin's body, gurgling from the unexpected movement and how it interfered with his attempts at escaping the spear.
There was but a moment for Daigo to look down before Severance worked its way through Devin, through his own guts, piercing Daigo in the chest fully... but not stopping, the tip of its blade moving closer and closer to Rhys, threatening to skewer him from both sides...
"Why are you wasting your time with her?"
Melissa Duchovic walked past the distraught Ivy, past Irene, past any other bystanders, with a nonchalant attitude and hands in her pockets. She stopped at the spot where Luna had been kneeling not five seconds ago, staring right into the eyes of the overpowered demon that called himself the Dark Dragon, smiling with delight.
"Sure, let's suppose you kill her. So what? They're gonna send another. And another. And another. She's a pawn, a tool." Melissa sniffed and shrugged. "I thought gods like you didn't waste their time with pawns... unless it's to send a message, right? But you have to make the right choice. The right decision."
She stepped aside and pointed at the double doors leading to the courtyard in front of the school. "You hear that sound, right? Police sirens. Which means that out there, waiting for us at this very moment, are police officers, bystanders, kids, teachers. You could kill Travers, but they wouldn't hear your message. Or you could kill them... and then the world would hear you loud and clear."
After a few crackles and pops of a system whirring back to life, a song began booming out of the school's PA system, prompting Melissa to hiss and mutter something under her breath before resuming her speech. "Kill Travers, and you only delay your death." Melissa grinned and waved with one hand towards the door. "Kill them, and you'll make the world bow to you. They'll see who you are. And they'll fear you. Forever. But you have to do it now. Because I think someone's coming this way to stop you at this very moment."
Meanwhile, any of Zia's attempts to communicate with Luna would only get her even more white noise, to the point where it was downright painful to listen to Luna's 'voice'.
Josephine's question fell to deaf ears, as Nadine was currently staring at the spot where Ciro had stood not seconds ago. Though Zia didn't mean for her to listen to the information, Ciro didn't expect her to recognize the second name he had repeated. Carlie. Her eyes went wide, her heart started beating faster and faster, and she just stopped moving.
It took a song being played out of the school's PA system (picking up halfway through due to system slowly coming back to life) to wake her back up, at which point she spun around, turning to Tamasin. "Get Patty. We need to get out of here." She waited until her friend gave her a solemn nod and sped out of the room. Nadine then turned slowly to Josephine, taking her shoulders gently and letting out a heavy sigh, even as her lips quivered and her eyes remained unnervingly open.
"I think something's about to happen, and I think our normal lives are over." Nadine whispered to her. "I don't know why, Jo, but I feel the need to protect you. That's why I want you to take my hand and do as I say, no matter what I tell you to do." Her hands slid down to grab Josephine's hands. "We're going to need to stick together, so I need your word, Jo. Please."
Edited by Stratofarius on Apr 7th 2019 at 12:17:16 PM
Toa of Anarchy
Simon? Are you in there?
huh?
WHOTHEF- Stop still, clutchin' my head. Why'd fink that? I didn't fink that. That weren't me, that weren't him, that wasn't my fought just now. It's one o' them. One o' the others, one o' the fucking ovvers what fink they know who I am. Fuckin' called me Simon. Simon's not i, right now, no no no, Simon's gone to beddy bies, and when I find and catch 'oever's tryin' to fink for me I'll-
Whozat? It's...do I know 'er? Does Simon know 'er? Don't fink 'e does. Who's she talkin' about? Mind girl? Nah, nah, can't be, didn't mention 'er. Did I? No, don't think, no I mentioned...Travers...
...yeh...yeh, she's talkin' sense. Talkin' 'bout me bein' a god, and I am a god, aren't I? ...that sound...sirens- coppers- bobbies- police- filth- SCUM!
"...hrrrr..rrrrh..." Yeeees, yeeeees. One big clap, tha's all it'd take. Turn 'em all to roasties, in a landscape o' cinders. All the press'd see me, and they'd know, everyone'll know. Wait, wassat? That sound...that music...the song from the night, wiv the snakes o' smoke, that time I got the jolt t' set me free...is there gonna be more smoke? More new powers fer me?
Oh. Disappointin' that. No new powers as yet, just a...whole lotta real opportunity... I sidle up t' the raven 'aired wonder child, subtle an' sly as a snake, like. "Lady, I like the way you fink. Remind me t' meet ya, when everyfing's done, so we 'ave a more..."] Raisin' a hand to her chin, all gentleman-like. "...intimate chat...ta-ra."
Off I go, stormin' down the hallway, lightnin' dancin' off me as the door t' the outside lies ahead. I can almost taste it, almost feel it. The heat, the sounds, the total devastation. I'll be the monster of their fairytales, the bogey under the bed, I'd be each an' everyone's waking nightmare, and I'll NEVER be locked away again!
CRASH! Kickin' the doors, outwards they go, and 'ere I step, inta the light of day. My god, what a fuckin' free for all this exam day turned out to be, uh? When they got up this morning, all anyone was stressed about was results, an' crammin' and ever ovver fing about their exams. An' now, not ten minutes after the show started, everyfing's in chaos, sirens blarin', and all along here, spread across the grounds, there's flummoxed teachers, dampened students, and the fuckin' arms of the law. An audience gathers fer the coming of Beelzebub's general...and it's about time I cooked me some pigs in blankets.
...no...
Edited by LizardOfAus on Mar 31st 2019 at 10:43:45 AM
Hm. Looks like a li'l riding 'ood's lost an' alone in a school fulla monsters. Upside, though, 'least I'll 'ave me a witness to one badass li'l entrance. BOOM-deyada. Fling open the door t' the bathroom, 'ave it make a loud 'bang' as it 'its the wall, an' there I stand in the doorway...badass longcoat, dressed all in black, bare chest fer the sex appeal, an' a bangin' dragon mask fer trie intimidation. So far as this 'ooded...purple lookin' bint can see, it'd look like the devil hisself just burst inta the school. Now I've got 'er attention, just gotta slowly stride towards 'er, sizing 'er up, assessin' m' prey...
"You lost, li'l lady?" I ask, cocking my 'ead to the side as I make me advance. "All alone, cold an' wet?...Someone ought t' keep you company," Leanin' in, niiice an' close to 'er face. "...keep you cosy an' warm inside..."
But wait a minute, what's that over there? Just at the edge of 'earing, just out the corner of me eye, I'm picking' up this weird sparking, flashin' fing. Pausin' my routine, I glance over there, and wouldn't you know it? Down there, over at the far end of the corridor, in amongst a gaggle of girls, I recognise that mouffy chick that 'angs out with specsy, doubled over, down on the floor, sparking like a fuckin' Tesla coil in...well, in a sprinkler shower. Well now...seems to me I've got two charge-ups fer the price o' one. Electro boost fer my powers...and some spicy caramel sugar fer me powers.
"'old that thought, luv," I say to the grape in the 'hoodie, an' then off I stalk, advancin' wiv purpose on the collection of women folk. There's only so much billowin' me coat can do as I march, but I figure I'm stricken' quite the menacin'/sexy sight prowlin' by. My intention, should I get close enough to sparky fiestypants, is to bend down, grab her by the chin, an' lift 'er up whilst both starin' her down and suckin' her lightnin' sparks into meself. 'course, that all depends on me not bein' interrupted between A and B some'ow.
Edited by LizardOfAus on Mar 17th 2019 at 10:53:04 AM