AKA Nixer
Class 1 Homeroom
Listening to Hei's opinion on the subject Lucy shut her eyes, gripping her hands to her chest as she remembered the conversation with her mother before she was sent here. She had suffered a massive panic attack at the news that she was going to attend Saint Academy, and was such a nervous wreck that her mother had to physically force her to sit down on the seti and listen.
"M-Mom... I-I c-can't..."
"You can, Lucy. Listen to me. You're gonna go there and you're gonna kick ass. Do you understand?"
"N-No... I-I c-can't... I-I'm t-too weak..."
"Do you really think that matters? Even if you can't fight well you're damn well gonna try and save lives. I'm not asking you to be an icon, I'm asking you to use a gift. A gift, from what I've been told, you are exceptional with. So please, Lucy..."
At this point she had gotten down on her knees, gripping both her daughter's hands with a pleading expression.
"Don't end up like your washed-up old mother and make me proud."
Lucy snapped back into the present, looking at Rosa with a solemn expression.
"H-Hei's right. We might not be heroes. But we can try."
She hesitated, before ducking her head down to hide her face under her hood, her voice so quiet it was barely perceptible.
"Which is more than I can say for you."
edited 5th Apr '18 6:27:42 PM by Enirboreh
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It does deserve to be said that what ensued was set in motion by both Liams as it were - as Rosa went on and on, and then managed to resume being brainwashed a bit.
"You...you never learned when to shut up did you, Rosa? And thus, you managed to talk yourself right back into being brainwashed again. You are not capable of talking of what makes a hero. You're a torturer, a cretin, a braggart. You uphold yourself as if only your grim and terrible methods can constitute effectiveness, and you shoot down anyone who isn't willing to throw their morality to the dogs. You're not a soldier, you're not a hero, and I'm inclined to wonder if you're some kind of shadow demon that crawled into existence - because you have demonstrated none of the traits of a thinking and rational human being, acting only in spite, hate and snide disdain. I'd call you a villain, but I wouldn't want the Lethal Legion to get offended by the association."
Liam breathed, and gripped one hand tightly. Monarch wanted to punctuate that by blasting Rosalinda to pieces, presumably due to what went on in regards to his world's Rosalinda. But Liam kept control and turned to walk away.
"We should be going, Sammy, not much is gonna be gained from talking to that."
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
Surrounded by weirdoes
"You should really check with a psychic" Sam said without a hint of sarcasm "The general rule is that one doesn't want other people inside their heads" Sam paused after that, looking at the rest
"As for me being a hero, well, I dunno if I can be one" Sam admitted "It's a bit of a tall order, but just gotta give my best shot, do what I think is right, and live with the consequences of my mistakes" With that, he started following Liam.
Wake me up at your own risk.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Class 1 Homeroom
Rosalinda held a hand to her cranium as if experiencing a sudden aching headache. The mere mention of being brainwashed or influenced seemed to set something off, not that it mattered. It ended as quickly as it began, and in moments, she was right as rain. Though not for long. "What the hell's going on?! What did that old man, that great, wonderful... what? WHAT THE HELL?!" Just thinking about the man made her thoughts seem to once more runaway with themselves, and her eyes again glowed gold. They were even brighter this time, and lasted even longer. She bended over as though she were going to hurl and lurched out of the classroom before stumbling down the hall, mumbling to herself all the while.
"What did he do to, do to... he gave me purpose, yes. Great, heavenly purpose! Made everything make sense— NO! Stop it! Stop... stop resisting, yes. Stop resisting. Just give in. I must cast aside my, my... HELL! Hell no! What the hell are you doing to, to... Oh God, MAKE IT STOP!"
By this point, even NAVI could sense something was wrong. It started beeping and booping, desperate to escape the box that Hei had created and help its' master. If she wasn't already beyond help.
edited 5th Apr '18 10:11:51 PM by kkhohoho
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Dormitory—Daeva and Demon
Ugh, since when are you so sentimental," Matten admonished without malice, melting into Mikael's embrace. She'd show a small smile if she permitted anyone to get a good look at her face in the moment. She didn't resist when Mikael pulled her up but still had to lean back against the wall.
"Oh, I do want to do the hero thing," she half-sighed, "but I fully claim the daeva thing. My people are coming too...if I set things right. That's a long time coming though." Realizing what she'd let slip, Matten shook her head before about facing. "And I have to get there first. ...Thank you."
The daeva steadied herself against the wall before inching along it to the door. "For now, I'm off to South America, best spot to collect a bunch of spider silk. The science lab has the dilatant material, so you'll have the room a bit, until I get back to sew the thing and maybe embroider something I think of besides a fly symbol. Maybe an earthworm. And then I promised to help with that tunneling thing a bit later tonight." Although that was just an excuse to have Ever Green watch me move a mountain. And...
Matten paused, door half-open and leaning against the frame. "And please check on Rosalinda's health. Now, that I can sit back on think on things. That was a tad abnormal, even if, at the most extreme she was a plant all along. If she returned for revenge and spent so little time thinking about it, she would have gone after the staff or the first person she spotted and a spy would have been a fool to out herself like that. Stress snaps are... different, and I don't go around advertising about that—inferences from me being a daeva notwithstanding."
She sighed, gripping the door to keep herself from sliding down it. "We shouldn't have let one of our own just walk away unattended after today's attack anyway. Lady could use some friendly face, help and support and all that. Or there is the chance that she just randomly tired to kill me specifically in the middle of Class 1 and knew a pretty good means and got it wrapped up in like 15 seconds, but thankfully the numbers don't match with the worst case this time."
edited 6th Apr '18 9:38:38 AM by CenturyEye
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Surrounded by weirdoes
Sam could tell this was only gonna get worse, so he was in the action, trying to keep her from doing something dangerous.
"Lucy, go for Bozo, Lin, go for Rienbach" He said as firmly as he could. While he knows restraining her was the best plan he had, and they need all the help they could get.
Wake me up at your own risk.
AKA Nixer
Class 1 Homeroom
Taken aback by Rosalinda's sudden muttering, Lucy instinctively backed away, only to stop as Sam commanded her and Hei to find Bozo and Reinbach, respectively. She nodded hesitantly, giving a last glance to Rosa and one to Hei, although the latter reflected a message more to that of "I don't even know anymore."
With that, she rushed out the room, carefully stepping over the busted down door and making a note to apologise profusely for breaking it and creating quite a difficult-to-explain incident to the insurance companies.
bork
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Class 1 Homeroom — What Happens When the Author Forgets to Have an NPC Exit
Much to Lucy's future chagrin, she would inevitably face nothing but failure in her quest for the elusive Dr.Bozo.
Mainly because he was already in the room.
Like a mangy cat crawling out of the gutter, Bozo climbed out from underneath the teacher's desk in a drunken stupor, bottle of Jack Daniels in hand. "Esh? What's seemsh to bee's da the problemsh?! OH GOD! PINK ELEPHANTSH! RUNS FOR DA HILLSH!"
edited 6th Apr '18 5:22:45 PM by kkhohoho
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
AKA Nixer
Class 1 Homeroom
Just as Bozo finished his drunken yell, a dull thud was heard in the hallway outside, followed by a soft yelp of pain. Lucy wandered back in a little unsteadily, rubbing her slightly reddened nose with her hand and looking like the epitome of the word embarrassed.
I thought I didn't see him leave...
Looking between Bozo and Sam awkwardly, she finally spoke up, gripping a strand of her hair and looking to the ground with a sheepish expression.
edited 6th Apr '18 5:37:30 PM by Enirboreh
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Breath of the Sun
Dorm - M&M's Room
"Right." Mikael smiled back at her new roommate. "Perhaps I can meet your fellow Daeva one day. After all, if we can be heroes despite what we are, there should be hope for the rest of our kinds. As for Rosalinda... yes, I probably should go to check on that. I doubt she'd try anything with the whole class there to stop her, but... yeah."
So she set her things down on a bed, and vanished.
Classroom
She reappeared back in the classroom, only to find a screaming Dr. Bozo and Rosalinda apparently possessed. "...okay, what the hell."
She warped in front of the fleeing Rosalinda, grabbed her and warped back into the classroom within the span of a second. So this is what it's like to be Matten. She held Rosa's arm with one hand, demonic strength hopefully ensuring the other girl couldn't escape again.
"Rosalinda, calm down. I don't know what's gotten into you, but I'm not letting you escape after what you just did." Mikael clicked her claws on her free hand to try and get Bozo's attention. "Dr. Bozo! If you could focus for a second, our ex-classmate appears to be possessed by something. Something that caused her to attack my friend." She coughed. "Our classmate, rather. I don't know if you can help clear her head, or what, but your expertise would be appreciated."
And now that I think about it, did Bozo ever check me to make sure my demonic urges wouldn't resurface? I can't recall.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Class 1 Homeroom
"DA PINK ELEPHANTSH! DA PINK ELEPHANTHS ON PARADES! WITH A LITERAL ROOTSBEERSH FLOATS! THEY ALLS FLOATS! THEY'S... they's..." Suddenly, Bozo's eyes narrowed, as if regaining their focus. His back straightened, and he began to float up into the air with all the grace he could muster. As though right on cue, the old drunk was once again out. And the Master was in.
He floated up to Rosa, examining her eyelids as though looking through a microscope. As for Rosa, she was still muttering to herself like a madwoman, thrashing about and trying to break free with no success. "Purposes. Yes. A purpose. That is my purpose. Cast away all— NO! NO! STOP IT! STOP IT! PLEASE STOP!" Her eyes continued to intermittently glow gold, lasting longer and longer each time they did. And certain strands of her hair were now starting to do the same.
"Hm. If I were to guess, I'd say she's under the influence of some sort of spirit or another. Possibly a God. And if something isn't done, that influence is only going to grow. And who knows how much of Rosalinda will remain. I can try and preserve her as she is, but the question of whether or not I'll be successful depends solely on whether or not the one influencing her is a mere spirit or a God. If it's the former, I can manage. But if it's a God? Then we shall have to pray that this God has mercy."
edited 7th Apr '18 10:22:21 AM by kkhohoho
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
That Friend Nobody Likes
Library
Andrew had been directed to the fiction section only to find a literal maze of books. "Shit. They seem to have everything." he said to himself. Then, a copy of The Silmarillion fell on his head, just as he'd found the book he was looking for, Oathbringer by Brandon Sanderson. He checked both out once he found his way out of the labyrinth of literature.
He then decided he'd go check on class 1, because more interesting stuff had happened to him there in one day than happened to him during the entirety of last year.
edited 7th Apr '18 8:04:46 AM by SomethingRandom113
Umm... so, I was here, I guess. If I wasn't, someone hacked my account. So, yeah.
Surrounded by weirdoes
"Does it look familiar to you?" Sam asked, trying to get a grasp on the situation "Anyone who messed with you in the past?" While spirits messing around does seem something fairly common, this was a whole new level. The only thing he knew about gods was that one summer Noel and his friends went looking for a mythical artifact, he forgot which. They were a bit twitchy when they came back, but the results were unknown. His dad could afford to talk more about the mystical things.
"Anything you need from us?" He asked finally.
edited 7th Apr '18 4:24:16 PM by Blueace
Wake me up at your own risk.
Breath of the Sun
Classroom
"Hmph." Mikael stared at Rosa a moment. "Considering what happened to Matten, it may very well be some Persian god. But we still have to try. Even if she's not technically our classmate anymore, we're still supposed to be heroes."
She held out her free hand to Bozo. "If you need to borrow my energies, if that would even help, feel free. Or if you need her restrained, even if it turns out to be a god I won't let her slip out of my grasp. Whatever I can do to help."
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Deranged X-Mas Figure
"Class 1 Homeroom
"No," said Bozo to Sam, "but I appreciate the thought." He turned to Mikael. "I believe that my own considerable prowess will be sufficient. But if you could restrain her, it would be much appreciated." His fingers suddenly began to twitch like playing a keyboard, and a brown light like booze began to surround them. He then took another swallow of booze before letting out one loud belch, covering Rosa's head with a cloud of breath that smelled like fine whiskey.
"NO! NO! N—Yes. Yes! Give in. Cast aside... cast aside... oh... pink elephants... lookit da pink elephansh... Oh looks, Santash!" And she was out like a light.
"Now we wait. I've covered her with a mystic aura. If it was a mere spirit that did this to her, it should gradually exorcize whatever influence it has on her. If not, then I hope whatever Gods you all believe in are lenient." He waved his bottle like a magic wand. In an instant, Rosa was gone, vanishing into the ether. "There. She should now be resting soundly in the Nurse's office. If the aura is able to set things right, she should be fine by the end of the day. But if not, well. I suppose we'll just have to take matters from there." He waved his bottle again like a Fairy Godmother waving her magic wand. In seconds, all the damage that had been done to the room repaired itself, as though it had never been touched. "Good as new."
With Rosa safely dealt with, Saint entered the room with a large stack of flyers in his hand, walking straight to the teacher's desk. Thanks to Bozo, everything had been as he left it. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing to be worried about. "Right. Recess is over. I've talked with both the police and the other teachers. All the members of the Legion we apprehended are being delivered into custody, and the staff is busy repairing the cafeteria as we speak. And any and all students that were injured in the Legion's attack are now fully healed. With that out of the way, I've got a special announcement to make. One I think you're all gonna love."
Saint passed the flyers to one of the students and ordered them to start passing them around before holding one up for all to see. "SAINT ACADEMY BRAWLFEST 2017!" Now then, you all may be wondering: What exactly is Saint Academy Brawlfest 2017? Well, I'd be happy to tell you! Saint Academy Brawlfest is an annual tournament held once per year between all of the students of Saint Academy! It's purpose is to test the different students against one another, pushing them to the limits and seeing what they can really do! It's also a great way for any aspiring heroes to get a leg up after graduation. Doing well in Brawlfest is a fantastic way to get yourself noticed by any aspiring Superhero Employment corporations such as Saint Foundations. Plus, it's also just plain fun!"
"As for the tournament itself," said Saint, "it's divided into several phases. First you have the preliminaries. This is essentially a series of activities designed to weed out the stragglers and pick the primary contestants for the tournaments, though even those who don't make it will still get to join in on the fun. After that, we have the brackets. I assume those are self-explanatory. All of the participants are pitted against one another, with the winners fighting against the other winners until we have only two contestants left. And whoever wins that gets to fight me! Each stage of the tournament takes one day, including fighting yours truly. And there's a good reason for that."
He took a swig from a bottle of water, leaving it intact this time. "After the first tier, everyone who loses their respective matches still gets to participate in special activities and can even win bonus prizes! These range anywhere from giftcards to coupons to even... A BRAND NEW CAR! Sorry, just kidding about the car. I don't think most of you even have a license. Anyway, the point is that losing the tournament doesn't mean you still can't get in on the fun. Aside from all of that, there are also additional activities that you can participate in if you so choose."
Everyone looked at their flyers. Listed on the bottom were a smattering of various extra activities, ranging anywhere from strength contests to races to even cheerleading. "These can net you some extra credit, but it's up to you if you partake in them. Anyway, that's all I've got. Oh, yes. As for when the tournament is, the preliminaries will be right at the start of next week. And the tournament itself is the day after. Now, does anyone have any questions? Oh, and before you ask, this is mandatory."
edited 7th Apr '18 3:58:21 PM by kkhohoho
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
AKA Nixer
Class 1 Homeroom
Lucy stared at her flyer with a tentative expression, only partially registering Saint's explanations about the tournament. She felt no urge to ask any questions, simply reviewing the information she had received at face value.
I'm... I'm gonna have to fight?
This exact probability was what had set her off on a panic back when she was first told she was going to attend Saint Academy. She wasn't a fool, she knew in some cases that there wasn't a choice but to fight back, but the idea still made her feel ill.
Even excluding what had happened in the cafeteria, several bad possibilities managed to creep up in her mind before she squashed them down resolutely.
No. I'm gonna do this. It isn't until a week anyway, you've got time to sort things out.
Somewhat calmed, she unconsciously stood up a little straighter, flitting her gaze over the list of optional activities.
Strength test was a bust. Races she'd have to think about. And cheerleading was absolutely out of the question.
She blushed a little at the thought, her mind momentarily drifting to what Hei might look like in a cheerleading outfit before mentally slapping herself and shaking her head once she remembered Hei wasn't in his male body.
No. Bad thoughts.
But back on track; how was she going to fight?
Her usual strategy was just to let her ink do most of the work. She rarely moved from one spot. Plus, she was fully aware how pitiful she would look, which certainly wouldn't help the crowd to take her seriously and by extension would lower her morale significantly.
She racked her brain, trying to think of potential ideas, before one popped up in her mind. It sounded ridiculous at first, but maybe...
Intimidation?
By the time the tournament started, she should have gotten her suit. If she completely wrapped herself in that cloak, unmoving and silent, and simply let her ink do the work like normal...
Apart from the blatant concern of 'what if I get hit', she could see it working. Once the issue of her worry over being uncomfortably scrutinized and judged by the crowd was dealt with, she felt as if she'd be able to do a lot more.
Yes. She had a plan.
Not a great plan, but it was something at least.
edited 7th Apr '18 11:53:55 AM by Enirboreh
bork
Class 1 Homeroom
"A... a mandatory tournament?"
While the school did teach fighting this seemed weird. He and a good chunk of the others were there to learn how not to hurt people after all. If it was optional he'd opt out but if he had to, he may as well try.
"The name could use some work."
That Friend Nobody Likes
Class 1 Homeroom
Andrew walked into the homeroom with two books, one of which was about normal, but the other of which was massive tucked under the crook of his left arm. "Oh, sorry," he said "did I miss anything?"
After the Saint (rather exasperatedly) repeated what he'd said to the class to Andrew and handed him the flyer, a wide and rather evil-looking grin spread over Andrew's face. He knew that everyone else, having powers while he didn't (well, not really), would probably beat him, but he'd give one hell of a fight, and make sure he was remembered.
Also, he was pretty sure none of his classmates had enhanced speed or endurance, meaning that he'd probably win the races.
This was going to be fun...
edited 7th Apr '18 12:42:54 PM by SomethingRandom113
Umm... so, I was here, I guess. If I wasn't, someone hacked my account. So, yeah.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Class 1 Homeroom
Saint turned to Caleb. "Yes, it is mandatory. And there's a good reason for that. Even if you aren't training to learn how to be a hero, you still might have to find yourself forced to use your powers for one reason or another. Such as self-defense. So knowing how to use your powers against different sorts of opponents is one way of preparing yourself for just that."
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Oliver had left the classroom a little bit after Rosalinda walked in, in an attempt to wash his hands after trying to console Rebecca, who seemed to ignore him. He returned to see Bozo crawl out from under a desk. Oliver shrugged and sat down at his seat, only to see The Saint announce a tournament taking place over the next couple days.
Oliver was reluctant to hurt his peers, but he looked down at the flyer and two specific things caught his eye: A "strength contest," and what the flyer called a "tactical showdown." He didn't know what either of those would entail, but he decided it would be beneficial to train for both.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Class 1 Homeroom
"Right," said Saint. "Well, if anyone does have anything they want to ask, I'll be in the Principal's office. There's still a lot of clean-up to do. Making sure the school gets properly rebuilt, explaining things to the proper authorities, etc. And I'm sure all of you want to get yourselves ready for the tournament! So, this may be a bit unexpected, but you're all excused from classes for the rest of the day. I'll let the other teachers know in a minute. That said, don't just use this time to goof off. If there's something you need to do, you'd better get it done now while you still can. Anyway, that should do it. Class Dismissed!" Saint then walked out of the classroom and towards his office, humming a merry tune as he went. From the look of things, he might have been even more excited about the tournament than some of the students.
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Rather far from Class—Amazon
Jumping spiders were a delight. They were insatiable curious. Nothing else would jump right into the daeva's palm. And leaving behind such a large amount as well.
Matten herself lay sprawled across the forest floor, a small part of the forest that would be perfectly clean for some time. The satchel? Full of silk and paralyzing venom which might fall into Elly's domain. The daeva? On her last mouthful of spiders and other things that had made a fuss. She could just make her medium replace the damaged cells organically, but the famous equation was well against that going easily, especially in her state. And animal cells were animal cells, or at least easier to jury-rig.
Well, her mirror confirmed that she had done something well. Face worthy of worship, although I could have left a burn mark for effect... Her classmates calling her name like that on the other hand. That sound echoed. Not going to get far on the settling here thing by pity and contempt. And then I didn't accompany them to aid Rosalinda. She really wasn't sure what help she would've been earlier, and that made things so much the worse.
She idly twirled the vial where she kept Reverie's feather, between occasional glances at her discarded, former arm. Well, while she was experimenting...
Dormitory- Matten and Mikael
Wasn't an all-nighter after all... The Amazon lived yet. The sheer volume of things there meant recovery meant quicker which meant collection went quicker which meant she could start sewing there in the forest. Clearing a tunnel had practically been an afterthought. Money! What? The daeva cleared tunnels at far less expense and much more quickly than the latest tech. note
As for the captain's soft armor, well all Matten really had to do in the room was embroider the thing. Yes, patterns are like target markers, but symbols count in the hero biz. I think. Maybe Mikael can empower it further...
edited 7th Apr '18 5:41:43 PM by CenturyEye
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Three potted cactus in a trench coat.
Library
Ever stopped as she saw the massive wall of books. There was no way she'd ever find what she was looking for in there. She gargled once more, this time it was an almost comprehensible "DAMN IT!!" And she slammed her fist against the bookshelf causing the whole thing to shake and five books to fall and hit her in the head in quick succession.Had Ever looked down to see what the books that hit her were, she would have seen that they were the exact books she and Mike were looking for. But she did not look down. She simply stomped out of the library and started heading back to the classroom.
Argue everything you can argue. Doubt everything you believe. Ask every question you have. Argue, doubt and ask. Through this we learn.
Liam looked over the information about the tournament - he was about to go running after Rosa, but then it was basically said that such a situation could be controlled more easily. And so he ended up just looking over what this whole thing was due to be about. He hardly noticed his mental passenger seemed to be gone for now, but right now his thoughts were on other things. He just hoped everyone kept their heads on right during this and didn't pull any kind of Tonya Harding shenanigans.
Liam decided to get in some training before the big tournament happened as well as dealing with that therapist stuff. So for now he left class, heading back first to his dorm to get things sorted.
Liam found himself thinking about the whole situation with Lucy, with Hei, with Mikael, and everything else. It fell to him, it seemed, to do something with the information he'd gotten from Monarch. He knew likewise things were not meant to go the way they had in his world, but it still needed to be addressed in its own way.
Hei... The image of a noose flashed in Liam's mind.
Lucy... The image of a large battle and her charging in occurred to him.
Mikael... The mental image of a great being made of writhing darkness showed itself to him.
He needed to make sure those things did not happen. One way or another.
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
Classroom
"That doesn't look g-good..." Hei spoke beside Rosalinda with a displeased frown as her shadow encased NAVI in a shadowy box. So many things had happened in the span of a few minutes, that she didn't really know what course of action to pursue. Now that everything was winding down and being handled, Hei just happened to overhear Rosa's protests, and apporached her with the intent of berating her (in Hei's opinion) pathetic attempt at playing innocent. But then Rosa began acting...weird.
"I think s-she's being mentally influenced. T-that might explain the memory lapses." Hei muttered "Y-you're right about us not being heroes, though." Hei admitted to Rosa with a nod. "T-that's why we're here in Saint Academy. To learn how to be considered heroes by society. Hell, t-the only reason I'm here is for rehabilitation." She briefly looked uncomfortable after that admission, but forged ahead with her speech. "And m-maybe you're right about Heroes n-not existing. Because S-superheroes are j-just people bearing a responsibility...a burden, to serve and protect citizens, and to fight against anything that threatens what they protect. Some enjoy that burden, others d-don't, but have to deal with the burden anyways."
Like me, but such is life... Hei privately thought to herself.
edited 5th Apr '18 5:36:16 PM by svenorzokarkoff