My Superhero Academy: Crisis of Infinite Reboots

Saint Academy, Class 1 Homeroom — September 2018

September 4th, 20th. Today was the first day of a brand new school year at Saint Academy, the first and foremost Superhero school in the country. And it was also the birth of a brand new Class 1. Well, mostly. There were still some holdovers from the previous year, but for one reason or another, most of this class was brand new. And perhaps it was for the best. Despite only being high schoolers, the old class somehow managed to get into scrape after scrape, almost as if they were a magnet for trouble. With any luck, perhaps this new class would get to have a relatively normal school year. Then again, this was still a school for Superheroes. And as soon as one stepped foot in that world, 'normal' suddenly became a novelty.

To be fair, the word 'normal' itself had long taken on a new meaning. Ever since Saint came onto the scene, the world had gradually become a very different place. Wonders only dreamt of dotted the landscape, and many races considered the stuff of fantasy came out of hiding. The latter being largely due to Saint and others redefining just what 'normal' meant. Over the decades, these other races were largely integrated into society and were generally accepted as a whole. But every seemingly perfect utopia has its' cracks.

While most of humanity grew to accept metahumans ( a catch-all term for Superheroes and nonhumans as a whole), there were always those who resented them. And now, with metahumans becoming more integrated into society than ever, that resentment was starting to grow. Or at the very least it was causing ripples. More and more, humans were starting to become afraid or envious of metahumans. Claiming that all of these demons and werewolves and whatever else were starting to make normal humans obsolete. It still wasn't large enough to be a threat, but it was growing more and more noticeable by the day. So in that sense, a class such as the new Class 1 where different students from all walks of life — human and non-human alike — could come together as one was needed now more than ever.

Assuming that anyone showed up. It was ten minutes before class, and yet no-one had yet to show up for class. Not even the teacher. No-one was anywhere to be seen. There was still some time for everyone to get to class, but they'd have to be quick about it. Lest they risk detention. And detention at Saint Academy was no laughing matter. In any case, regardless of whether or not they did, this was going to be a hell of a year.

"Ahem... hello?" Hong Jian opened the door to Class 1. She flinched as she saw the class was empty. Maybe humans don't come too early? Having never gone to school before, she did not know what to do.

Edited by RAlexa21th on Nov 22nd 2018 at 3:07:06 AM

Zach found it funny how cliche it would seem, being late on the first day of school. At the moment, like a bat out of hell, the taller, paler young man was currently sprinting towards his class with as much energy as he could muster. Which, thankfully, was a lot, with his ink supplementing the strength to his legs to ensure he made it in time. It was comical, how concerned, and worried he looked as he dipped, dashed and darted around groups and groups of people.

Finally, with one final leap, he skid to a halt...outside of the door, where someone was currently standing in the doorway.

Immediately, he rose to his feet and began to...well, sign the air, leaving trails of ink as he brushed his fingers through the air.

I'm sorry I'm late! I lost track of time and-

He paused, blinking and looking into the room.

...There's...no one there...? He signed the air again.

Hallway

Karl von Aschemund stood at the doorway of Saint Academy's Class 1's Classroom, staring expressionlessly down the hallway. Although he most certainly did not look it, he was very, very nervous. Would his classmates and teachers accept him? Would he be a good enough person to be a superhero if they did?

The only thing that betrayed his feelings were his hands, which were clasped behind his back, as he tended to do when he felt strong emotions, or when he was in a particularly contemplative mood.

He appeared to be one of the first people here. That was good. Punctuality always tended to leave a good impression. He hoped.

Edited by SomethingRandom113 on Nov 22nd 2018 at 3:12:07 AM

Perry—First Day of School

One of the first to show up was a girl in a black cat-eared hoodie, scrabbling towards the school on all fours with a few shadowy animal-things following after her: a thin, almost skeletal dog, a cat that looked like it had dripping wet fur, and a bird that periodically made wheezing noises.

She paused near the entrance to examine the piece of paper she held in her mouth, unfolding it and narrowing her eyes at the words. Apparently, it was her schedule.

Finally, she folded the paper back up and stood up for a while to open the door. Perry was on her way to her first class of the day, Class 1.

She found a few people near there. She cocked her head curiously at them.

   "Hello! I is Perry. You think this room is Cuh-lass 1?"    she asked, with difficulty; Some of the words were slurred and mispronounced.

Edited by JumpingFruit on Nov 22nd 2018 at 3:19:28 AM

"Yes, it is." Hong Jian said curtly.

   "Why nobody here? Is wrong day? Printed notice wrong?"   

Perry scratched her neck with a bare foot and turned to face Hong Jian and the others.

   "Who you guys? What your name?"   

...Well, there was no point in sitting around and being antisocial! He gave a smile with a decent amount of teeth and began to draw in the air.

Hi! Name's Zach! Nice to meet you! he finished with a little flourish in the air.

   "Zaaaaaakuuuhhh,"    Perry read.    "Zaaaakuuuunnnn...That no good. I call you Ink Guy!"   

She smiled back at him, and said,    "Nice to meet you, Ink Guy!"   

Hong Jian pointed to herself. "Just call me Hong Jian. "

Class 1 Homeroom

A small serpent of greenish hue weaved its way carefully around the halls, keeping itself tucked and out of the way of any stray legs or other obstacles. Not that it needed to. The place seemed oddly empty. It could only hope it had managed to follow the directions properly. With the lack of limbs it couldn't exactly review the assignment papers again.

Thankfully, it soon spotted a small group huddled around a door. With renewed speed, it slithered towards them—cautiously approaching and giving its rattling tail a slight shake to alert them of its presence.

Whether or not they caught on immediately didn't matter, as the little snake had decided to not break pace and immediately slunk up the smallest one's leg; perching loosely on her shoulder and peering at her curiously. All this was odd and mildly unsettling, but then the thing had to speak.

Well, sort-of. Sound emanated from it, but it didn't open its maw. It almost seemed like it was from some unknown, disembodied source—and for some reason laced with a soft Scottish lilt. Also it was both nonconfrontational and simultaneously patronizing in tone, if that were possible.

“By process of elimination, lass. Cannae be anything else. Do keep up. Also, ‘Class 1’. Silent vowel is silent,” she informed, briefly locking eyes with the raven-haired one in particular before looking away just as suddenly. “Irresponsible lot, aren't they? Unless they're trying to get us to fend for ourselves already. Hardly fair nor sensible. Barely got me papers done, I have–”

“Comin' through!”

Something blurred passed them with all the speed and force of a freight train all too suddenly, barrelling into the classroom like a bullet from a gun as they practically leapt into a reclining position onto the nearest empty desk; feet propping up as soon as they were settled. A girl, it looked like. Reddish brown hair, vaguely punkish clothing, and what appeared to be a mouth full of bubblegum. A pair of earbuds were hanging around her neck—the headphones themselves covered by her hair—and presumably attached either to her phone or an MP 3 player somewhere. She took in her surroundings with a confusing mix of genuine curiosity and complete disinterest—before catching the eyes of the group and giving them a lazy two-fingered salute.

The snake, meanwhile, looked amusingly irritated for such a naturally expressionless creature.

Edited by Enirboreh on Nov 22nd 2018 at 11:44:41 AM

"Hooooonnnnggg Jeeeeeaaaans, Perry repeated. Huuuuuunggggg...Jiiiiiiins...No good either. I not talk good. So now I call you Clicky Lady. Because I hear you click inside!"

Perry raised a hand to point at Hong Jian.

"Uhhh...and this can be Rope-Friend Lady," she said, pointed to Aileana.

Edited by JumpingFruit on Nov 22nd 2018 at 3:46:05 AM

Zach saw the snake. His eyebrow raised in surprised and he pointed to it, about to make a comment...and then he was run over like he was nothing. He was flung backwards, slamming into the ground and grunting quietly to himself. Rubbing the back of his head, he looked up to see the license plate of the car that just rammed him.

Ow. He signed to the air, letting it slink back up his arm...and then turned to the quiet one who hadn't talked yet. He offered a wave and a smile.

Little help friend?

"Clicky? Well, if that's what you're comfortable with." Hong Jian was far from comfortable, but she brushed that aside. "What's your name?"

"I is Perry," Perry murmured. "Full name Pe-re-grine Al-ahhhh-stor. But Perry is fine."

"Ink Guy, are you hurt? Show me your owie!" she demanded.

Hong Jian glared at the red-haired girl. "Why did you do this? You could have killed someone!"

Edited by RAlexa21th on Nov 22nd 2018 at 4:05:46 AM

As the rest of the class started making their introductions, a strong wind blasted in as a short boy crashed against the opposite wall with a loud thud.

"Mou, Itai..." He groaned, but then got up with a grin "Hello, everyone Ryuu here! Nice to meet you!" He said as he backflipped with a wave.

But before he could say anything more, a taller, white haired boy entered the room, and passed by Ryuu without saying a word. Ryuu shivered as the cold aura reached him while the older teen took his seat on the back of the room.

"Oi" Ryuu called as he got to his face with a grin intact. After a moment of hesitation, the ice man put two fingers on the boy's forehead and said.

"Hello?" Sam greeted with a confused look.

"Nice to meet you" He said again "Ryuu Fuji at your orders!"

After a pause, the taller of them answered.

"I am Samuel" He started. "But just call me Sam" With that, Sam extended his hand for a hand shake, which Ryuu returned as he put his things down in another seat.

Well, this'll be a trip Sam thought, trying to get a good read of the rest of the class.

Homeroom - Rebecca

Rebecca sighed. Super school or not, the first day back from summer vacation was always kind of a bummer. And looking at her class roster, it seemed almost nobody she knew from last year was in her class this year, which wasn't great. She wasn't the best at first impressions.

As always, Rebecca's odor entered the room ahead of her, followed closely by the girl herself. She then immediately facepalmed at the sight of one of her new classmates already sprawled out on the floor.

"Um, you need some help?"

Iris tried to be as discreet as possible while entering the room. Not exactly the easiest task when you had eyes all over your body, but she had some practice, and the... hygienically challenged... girl who walked in before her provided a nice distraction.

She quietly slipped into one of the desks at the back of the room. It wasn't that Iris didn't want to talk with her classmates, not really. She just... wasn't ready yet.

Edited by PossiblyQuiteInsane on Nov 22nd 2018 at 7:20:54 AM

Homeroom

The door opened once again and in the frame stood Jack, seemingly calm and with a pleasant smile on their face. However the appearance of serenity was somewhat marred by the fact that they were currently doing a ridiculous routine of shuffling their tarot deck, an act that they had added additional flourish to be tossing the deck from hand to hand as they shuffled.

"Well, well, well." They said in a melodious voice. "What a fascinating group of individuals you all are. I'm sorry, normally I'd have gotten some more information about everyone ahead of time but sadly the future antenna is a bit busted at the moment." They joked with a sly grin on their face

Class 1 Homeroom – Ash

“Hm? Wait, me?” the redhead responded after a small delay, arching an eyebrow and pulling her headphones out by the cable. As was probably expected, some unidentifiable indie punk music was blaring out of it. It was doubtable she had even fully caught on to the group's presence until she had already shoved through them.

“Dude, chill. Weren't going that fast. Thought I was late. Usually I don't give half a #$&% but I heard about this place's detentions. No thank you,” she replied placatingly, raising her hands in an attempt of an innocent look. “'Sides, he's fine isn't he?” she added, gesturing to Zach to further add to her point before spotting the new pair that had entered the room. Ryuu barely got a glance. Sam, meanwhile, received a sidelong stare from the girl.

After a good few seconds, she planted her feet onto the ground and scraped her desk a couple of inches away from the cryokinetic, before returning to her lounging position with a bit of a wary glance. She'd felt that chill when he'd come in—and that along with his snowy white hair immediately set off warning bells in her head. She supposed he could have been decent enough. But nonetheless two opposing powers were always an awkward situation.

Class 1 Homeroom – Aileana

Aileana stared at the young girl for the longest time, musing over whether she should hold that nickname to her—before deciding against it and letting her go with only a sharp warning hiss. Slithering down to the floor, she put a few feet of distance from herself and the others—before suddenly beginning to bubble and stretch as a pair of uncannily thin and off-white fingers thrust themselves out of the green rattlesnake's mouth; prising it open to the point where it cracked and dislocated.

A distant warbling was heard as viscous, stringy fluid spilled out of the pained animal's mouth—only for the fingers to tense as something abruptly pulled themselves out of the reptile's mouth with a sickening squelch and a distinct lacing of impossibility. The young woman—slime coated and looking quite snakelike herself—was easily 6 foot tall, and could in no way conceivably fit inside the serpent's lithe body.

Yet still, she had managed to do just that. And was actually looking quite refreshed from the disgusting process.

Stretching her arms above her head, she hummed to herself as she shook off the worst of her now-deceased snake's slime—before picking up the thing and tossing its remains into the wastepaper basket by the schoolteacher's desk. Turning, she seemed to glide across the floor over to a seat on the fast left of the room—more serpents appearing from within her robe and lazily encircling her body and limbs in a constant fashion as she did so. She didn't look... right. At all.

The fact she wasn't breathing probably contributed to that.

“Oh, I know my future laddie. Or at least I can guess. Count me out regardless of whether your little card tricks are working or nae. I don't appreciate redundancy all too much,” she hissed towards the latest arrival—tapping her long nails on the desk in a rhythmic fashion.

Edited by Enirboreh on Nov 22nd 2018 at 12:45:14 PM

Alex, Class 1

Alex made their way through the halls until they finally found Classroom 1. He was currently in the form of a boy, which would be a weird thing to say about most people, but Alex wasn’t exactly most people. Confounding matters was that even as a boy, people had a tendency to mistake him for a cute girl. His abnormally tall frame that doctors said still had plenty room to grow thanks to some weird mutagens that had entered his body only further dampened his self-esteem. What would everyone say about him? Especially when they figured out that “he” was something more complicated than just, well, a he? The thought made Alex nervous.

But this was a school with all kinds of different people, right? They’d be able to accept him/her/them as one of their own, surely. And so, Alex opened the door and went inside to meet his classmates. There were people of all shapes and sizes and – ew, what was that smell? Whatever it was, it was gross.

Anyway, someone else caught Alex’s eye A young man standing alone, wearing a strange looking uniform. Alex tried not to judge people based on their appearances, but there was something very unsettling about his choice of dress. Still, maybe looks were deceiving.

“Um, hello everyone,” Alex said to the rest of the class after a moment. “My name’s Alex.”

I'm fine! I'm fine. I'll be fine. he wrote as he rose to his feet, rubbing the back of his skull as he did. Some of the Ink traveled up his back and neck and into the back of his head, beginning to patch up the little knick he acquired there.

Thank you though! My name is Zach! He wrote with another grin, offering a wave to the new people as they approached.

Perry loped into the classroom and picked a desk at the back, slinging her simple cloth knapsack over the seat.

"What you all think school is like? I not go to school two year ago. Live in alley with friends Rollo, Lucky, and Pip! Other friends come too. Like food. I give."

She smiled like that was a completely normal thing to say, and pointed at the dog, cat, and cockatoo as she said their names.

Homeroom

Karl stared at the young man standing before him for a brief period of time, trying to figure out what to do. He tried to read the expression on the boy's face, but he was not good at these things, and could not be certain of his possible new friend's intent.

"Hello, Alex," he said, unclasping his hands from behind his back and holding the right one out to shake "My name is Karl von Aschemund. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance".

Hong Jian shrugged. "Don't ask me, I'm five."