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Class 1 Homeroom
By the time Caleb entered, hood up and head down, the class was pretty full already. He'd wondered what would have happened if he'd just gone truant but that'd just be trouble. So, for now at least, he just made his way to the back of the class and slumped in a seat. As he dropped his bag onto the floor, a thin tendril wormed its way out from under his sleeve and reached into it, pulling out a cereal bar.
You gotta eat, silly. And class hasn't started yet, we should talk to someone!
Caleb let out a deep sigh as Harmony chimed in inside his head. They got along alright but she could a bit much.
Later. Can't just charge right in, it's embarrassing.
The pair looked around the room as Caleb chewed his somewhat lackluster breakfast. It was a weird group, certainly but that was to be expected at a place like this.
edited 18th Feb '18 7:39:49 AM by FerrousMaelstom
Class 1 Homeroom, 8:00 AM
"C-Could y-you all please stop? C-Class is going t-to start soon. W-What would the t-teacher think? On your f-first day as well?"
"The teacher thinks you all need to sit down, shut up, and pay attention. Understand?"
Almost as if out of thin air, a man dressed in black leather with orange highlights appeared behind the teachers' desk as the back of the classroom. His face was worn and gruff. And despite not looking a day over thirty, his eyes were old and tired with the weight of decades of experience behind them. They were also somewhat like Omega's in a way. On the surface, they didn't seem too out of place, but if one looked closely, they could tell they weren't exactly normal.
"Right. 8:00 AM. Class has officially begun. Officially, I'm your homeroom teacher, though by the time we're done, you might think of me more as your executioner. Not much I can do about that. In any case, your syllabus' that were mailed out a week or so back might have me listed as Dirk Gently, but you can call me Interceptor. Now, if you're all done making complete fools of yourselves, we can get on with the rollcall. Also, remember: This is mostly an academy for Superheroes. If you have a codename, then that's what you're going to be known as first and foremost. You can say your real name afterward, but that's what's going to be listed in the rollcall."
He pulled a sheet from the top of his desk (which just happened to be organized to a ridiculous degree,) and began the time-honored tradition that many wished was not so time-honored. "Now, some teachers like to list off names in alpehatial order, but I do things somewhat differently. Anyone who's here, just say your name and I'll check you off. Anyone who doesn't say their name, they're obviously not here. If there aren't any questions, than we can proceed."
“The Champion’s here, baby! Get used to that name, teach - you’ll be hearing it a lot!” Mike aka the Champion called out.
There was a terrible groaning and creaking coming from the ceiling right above an empty seat, the sound echoing throughout the class. It slowly began to fade, replaced by a gradual splintering sound. With an almost deafening crash, the ceiling gave way, and pieces of the ceiling and a girl fell through. Miraculously, the girl landed in the chair, hands still behind her head and legs crossed, leaning back against the backrest woth her lower legs on the table. On the front of her shirt was a piece of paper stuck with some tape.
"Victoria Richter" was written on it in hasty, crude handwriting.
Victoria snored loudly, still fast asleep, in her dream world, despite everything that had just happened.
Lucy straightened up in her seat at the teacher's entrance, pulling her hood down and making sure her bag was tidy. Something about him, whether it was his appearance or general aura of experience, practically screamed "respect me or die".
Wait, codenames? She had one in mind, but she wasn't exactly sold on it. Then again, the only other option was Blot, so...
"I-Inkwell," she called out with a bit of hesitation. "Or Lucy Livingston," she added, before retreating back into her quiet shell.
Or at least, that was the plan, before it was rudely interrupted by a girl crashing in through the ceiling.
"EEP!" she squeaked, barely managing to avoid turning into a puddle of ink on the spot. That would be the last thing she'd want to do in front of Interceptor of all people.
edited 18th Feb '18 8:01:19 AM by Enirboreh
Classroom, where everything seems to be fun:
Alexa waved at pretty much everyone who noticed her. This lifted her feelings.
While she wanted to introduce herself, the growing tension forced her to become quiet. The class hadn't even begun and there were already sparks for a potential fight. The robot girl herself wanted to interrupt them, but ink girl did so anyway. She seemed like a shy one. Also, the girl was baffled by the actions of the one with a halo and promptly decided to pretend that did not happen.
Then, their teacher popped in out of nowhere. Judging by the way he was, Alexa deduced that this was a grumpy man and a chocolate could not liven him up. Automaton also noticed that something was unnatural with the skin. It was a different kind of unnatural from her prosthetic skin.
When the roll-call began, the girl in a Pikachu costume raised her hand with lively energy and said: "Automaton Omega, Alexandra Dmitrievna Glukovich, is here!"
When Victoria feel from from the ceiling and caused quite a ruckus, Alexa's self-defense mechanism system activated, releasing the guns out of her shoulders and automatically pointing at the harmless sleeping "Intruder". One could notice how Omega's eyes turned red. But, when Alexa perceived that she was not a threat, her guns sealed themselves inside her shoulders and her eyes turned back to blue.
edited 18th Feb '18 8:06:39 AM by kaalban
Rosalinda almost jumped to her feet when the sleeping girl crash landed. Nevertheless, it was impressive how she crashed right onto an empty seat.
"Martinez's present, sir." Rosalinda raised her hand.
edited 18th Feb '18 8:08:28 AM by RAlexa21th
This seemed like a far worse way to do a register but maybe the roll-call was meant to be a social thing?
The absence of a legal surname was starting to get inconvenient but he didn't feel like explaining himself. He also hadn't really checked if they were registered as one student or two.
Samuel just had to shake his head at the antics, and had to look at Interceptor, both his father and his brother have dealt with him at some point or another. Guess he'll just have to stand his ground.
"Arctic, or Samuel Everett is here" He said with a bow.
Class 1 Homeroom Matten didn't miss a beat before piping up, "Matten Mahsa Mattiuza," And I can't believe you didn't know that already. "My Greetings and regards, Excellency. No nickname I'm afraid. Besides, I'll get a modern honorific I'm sure. Crossing my fingers for a new god and the new devil depending on who I'm making nice with, but you'll never know what'll come up when people are running from you. Er or when grateful people are addressing you.'' She had heeded Teacher Gently's advice and sat, but, as she feared, the seat was already lowering. Matten had her doubts it would last the period. Sleeping beauty's entrance made a nice cover for her to move up to sitting on the windowsill instead. Still dangerous, but it would corrode more slowly. She still kept her feet above her desk to stake the claim though.
edited 18th Feb '18 8:38:40 AM by CenturyEye
Mikael eyed Matten with suspicion after that little display. He wasn't as superstitious as his grandfather, but he'd heard enough tales about fools making pacts with the devil that it concerned him. Even if that... person wasn't literally Mephistopheles possessing the body of Faust, in a world of Supers, taking control of another didn't seem out of the question. He made a mental note to never let any such creature attempt to control him, fiddling with the locket around his neck as he did.
Then the teacher came in, thankfully ending his classmates' nonsensical discussions. Mikael rose, gave a quick formal bow, introduced himself, and sat again.
"Guten morgen, sir. Memento, or Mikael Freisch if you'd prefer." His accent was slight, but noticeable.
Class 1 Homeroom, 8:01 AM
With an almost deafening crash, the ceiling gave way, and pieces of the ceiling and a girl fell through.
Interceptor simply stared at Vicki for what seemed like an age, his eyes unmoving and deadpan like a cross between genuine interest and 'I do not give a fuck.' Eventually, Interceptor read the name written on the piece of paper and checked it off on his list.
"Someone tell her when she wakes up she has detention for breaking the roof. Moving on..."
"My Greetings and regards, Excellency. No nickname I'm afraid. Besides, I'll get a modern honorific I'm sure. Crossing my fingers for a new god and the new devil depending on who I'm making nice with, but you'll never know what'll come up when people are running from you. Er or when grateful people are addressing you.''
"That's fine," he said to Matten. "That said, lose the attitude. Or else you'll be in the same boat as the girl that fell through the roof. Next?"
edited 18th Feb '18 8:58:38 AM by kkhohoho
Oliver stared at the sleeping girl in the desk next to him, her entrance probably should have surprised him more, but it was too early for surprises. He looked back at Interceptor, remembering that it'd be a good idea to say he was here. He raised his hand slightly. "Just call me Oliver Greene, and I can give her the news."
edited 18th Feb '18 9:35:54 AM by BismuthOmega
Rebecca had thought she was prepared for anything, but the random musical number and the ceiling girl were a bit excessive.
Still, nobody seemed to be letting that distract them, so she should just roll with it.
"Pollutrix, or Rebecca Raleigh, is here!"
"Hey, I'm here too!
"Ever Green, no codename."
Liam was somewhat surprised by the appearance of the teacher just so suddenly in class, but he supposed that class was due to begin soon. And fooling around and arguing didn't really set the best of impressions. Interceptor came off as pretty gruff...
Liam raised his hand and stated his name, "Liam Eckart, no superhero name, here."
He looked around the room at everyone that had introduced themselves so far, and mused that a lot of them seemed friendly enough to invite to a party this weekend. Though he'd still be careful with Champ over there - he didn't want to have to clean off the rug again.
Class 1 Homeroom, 8:05 AM
Interceptor checked off Liam's name on the list. That only left one last student. He scanned the room, even switching to infrared vision briefly to see if there was anything he missed, but to no avail. At least for now, that last student was a no-show. Assuming he showed, he'd have to have a talk with him later. Right now, it was 8:05. And that meant it was time to get things moving.
"Right. Let's get the basics out of the way. I'm sure most of you know some of this already, but let's make sure you've got it drilled into your skulls, shall we? Saint Academy is a school built for two purposes. One is to teach students how to control their powers. But its' first and foremost goal is to train them how to be heroes. Everything from rescue work to hostage situations to just plain fighting the bad guys, as well as how to present yourself. Superheroes are called heroes for a reason. It isn't just what we do that matters; it's how you act. Saving people is important, but so is inspiring them. We're here not just to save their skin, but to also give them something to live for. None of us are saints — not even THE Saint despite what some might tell you — but there are certain standards we uphold, and that's part of what you'll be learning here."
He flipped the paper in his hand, looking over his set of notes as he continued his speech.
"Now, seeing as this is your first day of class, things are going to be a bit different than usual, at least for the first half. After we're done here, we'll be moving to the Training Room. Get a sense of what you all can really do.The Saint will also be there, so make sure you're on your best behavior. After that, Lunch. From there, things will be bit more normal. You'll have a few standard classes, though it won't be anything too overwhelming. You have the Saint to thank for that. I would have made you work until you dropped. Once that's done, you'll be taken to the Dorms where you'll choose your bunks. And that will be that."
He flipped the page again, though he rarely never seemed to look down at it. Almost as if he didn't need to.
"Dinner's at 4:30, but after that, you're free to do what you want for the rest of the day. Explore the school grounds, walk around Super City, or even just lounge around the dorms if you so choose. Personally, I couldn't care less. That said, there are a few ground rules. Rule 1: No fights on school grounds unless sanctioned or during a school activity, such as training or during the tournament. That much should be obvious. Rule 2.No venturing onto forbidden grounds without proper clearance. This includes the forest in the back, the outdoor pool, and Storage Closet #13. You are also forbidden to discuss any of these locations unless given permission to do so. I hope I've made myself clear. Rule 3. No touching anything in the basement labs unless either given permission, as part of a class, or if you're member of the Science Club. It cost us a fortune to rebuild the last time someone blew up the school. That should cover the essentials. Any further rules and regulations can be found in your syllabus."
He then closed his notes, apparently done with them for the time being. "That should be it for now. Any questions?"
edited 18th Feb '18 1:49:31 PM by kkhohoho
“Yeah - you guys got any sports teams I could join. I play tight end like a motherfucker.” Mike asked the teacher, already making plans to visit some of the forbidden areas. He didn’t much like being told where he could and couldn’t go.
At the call for questions, Rebecca’s hand immediately shot up. It hadn’t quite sunk in during roll, but they were going to be taught by the Interceptor! And the Saint himself would be watching her show her stuff later! This was amazing!
No wait, back on track, she had a question.
“Um, Mr. Interceptor, sir, when will we be receiving our costumes?”
Rebecca was so so excited to get her own costume. It was going to make her look like a real superhero, like the people she’d always idolized!
Matten popped up from the windowsill at the floor opening for questions. "Excellency, Matten Mahsa Mattiuza," she made a nop again. "If I may:
edited 18th Feb '18 1:47:43 PM by CenturyEye
Ever raised her own hand, concerned that she wouldn't be able to put her roots down where she slept, in this case literally.
"Sir, who would we see about specialized sleeping arrangements and are there forms we need to fill out to attain such accommodations?"
edited 18th Feb '18 1:56:34 PM by TopGof
Class 1, Homeroom
Interceptor responded to Champion first. "There should be any number of sports teams or clubs you could apply to. Also, Superpowers are allowed. So keep that in mind if you apply."
Next up was Rebecca. "You'll get them when we get to the Training Room. Any student who isn't already wearing one will receive them then. Student not training to be heroes excepted."
Then there was Matten. "Let's take this one at a time.
Last but certainly not least was Evergreen. "Normally, you'd want to take it up with Nurse Hello. She handles any special accommodations that the students might need. However, given your situation, you may also want to see Flora. She runs the botany class and also helps look after the gardens and the forest. I think you'll find you're two of a kind."
He turned to the rest of the class. "Anything else?"
edited 18th Feb '18 2:09:36 PM by kkhohoho
"E-Er, just a s-small one, sir," Lucy said meekly from the back. "I-Is there a specific p-place where we c-can apply c-costume designs, or i-is that in the Training Room as well?"
Truthfully, she was rather nervous about the whole "costume" part of the deal. David, Hannah and her mother had been kind enough to help her design one in which she would be comfortable in, but it still felt very attention-grabbing. Even though that was the point of a costume, to define an individual, she kind of liked to be overlooked sometimes. It tended to be easier that way.
Liam listened in - rolling his eyes at Mike wanting to once again be basically part of a ruling clique - and then making sure he remembered parts to do with controlling one's powers. He'd had some bad experiences with his powers when they weren't controlled, and he wasn't looking forward to repeating them, hence enrolling here. He didn't know how qualified he was to be a hero - Dear Orange Grandpa basically made sure the Eckart name had a lot of bad marks on it, and he didn't know if he was worth that kinda trust.
Tell the truth, I'm vastly more at home just holding parties and enjoying myself. But if people need help, I'm willing to step forward as much as I can...
Liam raised his hand to ask a question, once he was sure it was a good time, "Uh, are there any specialized classes here for students with powers that can be...dangerous or difficult to control?"
Liam looked down at his left hand, and consciously a few golden sparks showed briefly. Regalia was a difficult power to use, and it seemed to develop different ways for different people. There was also how...grotesque...its larger deflections tended to go.
The standout was a story Nana Rose told of her own experience with Regalia - back when it so easily came to her. She spoke of a fight she got into in her college days. She was at a party and one of her friends was getting significantly under the weather.
Rose tried to help her friend get out and back home, when a group of guys surrounded them just outside the house.
They tried to stop Rose from leaving, claiming that Rose's friend was "just a bit tired" and "shouldn't be disturbed". And when Rose tried to speak up, she was told not to be frigid and a "buzzkill". Rose had gathered based on this and how pushy they were that they'd slipped the friend something and had significantly malign intentions in mind.
Rose had recounted to her young grandson that when she tried to get past, they pushed her down and evidently decided to add her to the "evening entertainment". They had not counted on Regalia.
When one went to bludgeon her with a pipe, Rose activated Regalia and the moment the pipe connected with the barrier, the wall of energy concentrated and blasted outward, ripping off the young man's arms at the elbow.
They'd beat feet after that - their screams echoing into the night.
Liam remembered this story as one that informed how dangerous Regalia could be, even though Rose had 10 years of experience with it by that point. Sometimes, the power just decided - seemingly on its own - to do something like that.
edited 18th Feb '18 2:51:17 PM by NickTheSwing
"All costume designs should have been sent in advance," said Interceptor to Lucy. "If you haven't done it, you'll have to mail in ASAP and wait until you get one."
He then turned to Liam. "Liam, correct? Seeing as you don't have a codename, I'm guessing that's why you're here. Students that are here mainly to control their powers have their curriculum based on doing just that, though they can still switch to a more hero-focused curriculum if they want. However, certain classes are still mandatory for all students regardless of their chosen career path."
He turned once more towards the rest of the class. "Anyone else?"
edited 19th Feb '18 12:06:51 PM by kkhohoho
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