Breath of the Sun
The Ship
"Mmh, yeah, something about that weird passive-aggressiveness is doin' it for me." Charlie said, nodding his head as if in agreement with what Lizzie was saying.
Resolving to be the bigger man, he decided to merely not respond to Daniel... with words, opting instead to reply to the threat by flipping Daniel off with his left hand. Then two more left hands sprouted from his wrist, both of which also flipped him off, as all three offending middle fingers briefly turned into claws.
A moment later, the extra hands receded, and the remaining claw turned back into a normal fingernail.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Girly girl writer♡ (*>ω<)
AKA Nixer
The Ship
“It's called pragmatism, big boy. And thank you. Good combo there too.”
The fleshweaver peered over at the one curled up in the corner; Rin's question to him having drawn her attention. Humming slightly in curiosity, she made to get up—pulling a small book out of a pocket of her baggy slacks.
“I could recite some Jane Eyre for him. That always relaxes me. I'd rather it be quiet too. Hello there...” she greeted in a somewhat subdued tone, sitting a few inches or so away from the rune... boy.
Golem?
She couldn't tell. He looked very interesting though.
“I'd ask of your wellbeing, but that'd be redundant. Would an excerpt soothe you at all? Or would you rather be left alone,” she asked, holding up the book questioningly.
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Ultimate Hope, Absolute Insanity
Daniel – The Ship
Oh wow. It's official now: mostly everyone here is irritated by him: Rin (who was simply annoyed), Torin (WAKE ME UP! WAKE ME UP INSIDE! CAN'T WAKE UP! WAKE ME UP INSIDE! SAAAAVE MEE!), Lillian(simply annoyed too), Eva (she thinks he's edgy, but now that he thinks about it, after he made that reference...IS HE AN EDGELORD??!1!1!1!!11!) and Charlie (lots and lots of middle fingers), Sybil (she's calming herself down) and 'Bella is 'Bella.
Nothing much, nothing more...
Despite the fact that mostly everyone here is annoyed by him, he decided to join the group that was trying to console Torin.
Hey Tori... , Daniel said emotionlessly, ...Is there something wrong?
Edited by Theyja on Mar 15th 2019 at 12:21:02 PM
You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?
Eva gnashed her teeth in annoyance a few times. She just realized what she'd endorsed by mistake. "So, when I say we're dumbasses by the rest of the world's standards I mean our careers are stupid ideas. Not to suggest you be rude dumbasses. See, Torin's got it, he's been nothing but polite this whole time."
Lizard Metabolism
Arakawa Rin Shrugs (But Does Not Endorse Objectivism)
"Do not worry." She assuaged Eva with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "I know what you meant." Now then, the big rock monster guy was still there, sitting and not feeling good, but there wasn't much she could do about him, could it? Or perhaps...
"Do you know how to meditate?" She asked him, raising an eyebrow. "It's not a solution, but it can keep you in a metaphorical stasis for a time." Something told her that being read Jane Eyre would not help.
How do lizards fly?
King among Xanas
The Ship
Shapesmith dabbed his face with a handkerchief and sighed to himself, his class hadn't been much different at the start, but it was still stressful to have to deal with so many large personalities by himself. "Children lets all try, well I suppose most of you aren't actually that young, but young adults doesn't have the same ring to it," the portly man blathered on as the ship finally docked itself within one of the eyes of the skull like outcropping, slowly sinking its way deeper in
"Thank you for your patience, and welcome to Villain Academy version 2, may your stay be enlightening" the female voice spoke once more as a section of the ships wall separated to reveal metal railings overlooking a large field far beneath them. On the field scores of people wearing fully covering black combat armor performed various activities, from running obstacle courses to firearm training.
"Knightwatch Security Services, Dark Bank Enforcers, Deathwatch Elites, all of the strongest and most deadly blokes without the ambition to be in the big leagues, just one of the benefits our little club offers," approaching the students would be a familiar face to most, a young woman with bleach blonde hair and covered in various occult tattoos all across her body, the famous super villain 'Pact'. "Gotta say I'm impressed no one lost an arm or leg out there, I'm either going to be a very proud, or more likely very annoyed homeroom teacher if a couple of you tossers don't end up dead or injured out of the program."
"Just in case any of you was wondering, we are on the moon, situated outside of the 'livable' zone where the normal colonies got set up and under a cloaking field powered by a bit of magic and a lot of mad science, so make sure to check the signs above the doors before opening them, else you won't catch a peep of someone gettin changed but more likely a cold welcome from the vacuum of space." she laughed a bit and waited to see how the new blood reacted.
Be better, because what is the harm in trying?
AKA Nixer
Docking Port
“Thank you for the advice. Could we spacewalk?” Elisabella asked with a tone of genuine curiosity. “Subtly. Could you spacewalk subtly? It'd be nice to. Get... perspective...”
She trailed off a little as she spotted the armoured folk training below, and nodded to herself. They weren't slacking off. She might even enjoy it here.
“I'd like to inform you now; if you and the rest of your faculty purposefully intend to sabotage us for no conceivable reason I will not hesitate to kill all of you. Just so we're clear. I've come here to do a job, and I want professionalism. I'd say the previous defeats of villains have been because of a lack of said professionalism. If you'd agree.”
It wasn't a question.
“If you would kindly.”
Nothing. Absolutely zilch. No trepidation, no anger, no remorse. No passing thought or fear that this might be a bad thing to say when surrounded by a group of potentially prideful villains. It was just words. Bland, almost meaningless words out of a bland, almost dead person. A person who still managed to give them all a severe stare (or at least a mimicry of it) in order to get her point across.
Edited by Enirboreh on Mar 15th 2019 at 10:17:12 AM
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Ultimate Hope, Absolute Insanity
The Ship
So Pact is making herself known as our homeroom teacher, huh? He has heard some things about her...
Also...Villain Academy version two? So there was a "version one" of this academy, huh? It is possibly the one where some of villains of the older generations graduated from...
Ooooh...damn! , Daniel commented at Elisabella's "demand". He had a surprised expression on his face, but it was immadietely by a small and polite smirk.
I personally agree with 'Bella here...except the "killing all of you" part... , Daniel agreed, imitating the Elisabella's cold, apathetic and almost robotic tone at the quote, I wouldn't want to, as an example, go showering, if it's even possible to do that, and instead of showering myself with water, I get showered by, let's say...life-draining monster leeches! , Daniel explained, trying to prove his point, It's not pretty, y'know... , he smiles with a sweatdrop.
Edited by Theyja on Mar 15th 2019 at 10:05:16 AM
You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?
"Going to need some help with that myself I think, jesus." Eva said, putting one hand on her forehead and wincing. This kid with the purple text was more dangerous from the raw secondhand embarrassment he was exuding more than any powers he did or didn't have. She was never really one for cringe comedy, and she figured that working in a space with people who talked like Parking Lot Kingdom Hearts was what made it hit too close to home. "I'm serious, I never got good at it from just reading about it online. I wonder if a live demo would work better."
Lizard Metabolism
Arakawa Rin Reminds Of Diplomacy
"I am sure you have read or heard the letter of recommendation that came with my personage." Rin said, staring impassively at the number one villain standing before them. "I would not like for my untimely death to sour the relations between the Dark Bank and The Shuten-Douji Consortium. There are more important things to achieve than quarreling with potential allies." The Consortium could, Rin thought, expose this base easily enough. Whether that was true was up in the air, but it was a simple enough math for her. Do not seek more enemies than you need to.
"Otherwise, I will be in your care." She bowed, for once not maintaining eye contact with the other party. Ignoring Daniel entirely would likely prove beneficial in the long run.
How do lizards fly?
Breath of the Sun
Ship Docking Bay
"Oh, the moon. Cool." Charlie nodded along at Pact's rather silly attempt at intimidation. Or at least, that's what he assumed it was. "Wait, so your base doesn't have like, airlocks and shit? Man, whoever does your tech stuff must suck. Or did you just not have enough money to hire anyone good?"
He snickered even as Pact laughed. "Forget the heroes, you guys oughta be worried about OSHA coming after your ass." Then he gave Elizabella the 'ok' hand sign. "And you're still killin' it on the passive-aggressiveness Liz. Hoo baby."
Edited by kagescorpionakki on Mar 16th 2019 at 10:32:32 AM
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
King among Xanas
Docking Port
Pact couldn't help but like the little shits already, even if it felt like she was going to spend most of their first year in the academy banging in a sense of respect for their elders. "Of course you lot can take a walk about, so long as you sign up before hand and stay within the bounds of our little covering. We might be villains but the view of that shiny rock we call our home is a piece of home we all can care for." it seemed that the training exercise had rattled a bit of their confidence in the sanity of the Villain Academy, which was a clue that they had quite far to go.
"I suppose I should say something to put you at ease, like we weren't planning on frying the lot of you if you failed, but that would be a lie. However you weren't put up against anything we didn't believe you could handle. The mutants didn't have proper combat instincts downloaded, and the puzzles were 101 level for most Masterminds. That being said your safety is a concern, considering the insurance on each of your heads is a queen's ransom. And I should know seeing as I've ransomed a few queens in my days." she looked at each of them and dropped her friendly voice. "Being safe isn't in the rulebook here, our promise is that by the time we throw things at you, you will have either gotten strong enough to throw it back in our faces or have already been sent home to your evil mommies and daddies to cry about how the big mean academy cut off your limbs."
"That will be quite enough Pact. Try not to scare off our new arrivals," a holoscreen appeared over the railing and instantly the sounds beneath then went quite as the armored forces fell to a knee as the ever shadowed and distorted voice of Broker rang out. "You all scored top marks on today's assignment, and as such you will be rewarded. When you are shown to your individual rooms within the dorms you may choose any piece of furniture from the catalog within your room to have added. Televisions, beds, there is quite a variety I am informed."
A bright light appeared before the class much like the one they had been brought there in. When it faded two figures could be seen standing across from the assembled villains in training. The first being a young man who wouldn't have looked out of place on the front of a fashion magazine with his white suit and flowing blonde hair, giving off an almost angelic sense of beauty. The other was a girl with a snake like body, but she would be able to introduce herself. "I brought the new malcontent like you asked, Broker, I will be returning to class now." the young man disappeared, leaving the girl to stand across from the rest.
Broker's screen flickered out and Pact simply shook her head. "Well ain't this a fine mess, droppin another student after we worked so hard on our little introduction. Well don't be shy, go ahead and introduce yourself," the demon summoning rockstar offered the girl a smile and turned to the class. "And you lot, make her feel welcome however you young people do so now a days. Oi but nothing R rated, these metal railings are hell to clean."
Be better, because what is the harm in trying?
The only pickled Henderson that I know
Beatrice just stood there stiffly for many awkward minutes, trying very hard not to look too much like a deer caught in the headlights. The girl already had been pushed out of her comfort zone enough when Mr. Fang asked her to meet their academy contact somewhere outside alone. On top of it, a perfect model of a man had approached her, a freak by all appearances, and briefly mentioned who he was before suddenly popping her in this new place. With unknown faces...no clue where the academy was...
Ok...Calm down now. I need to be good and play by the rules for now...I'll work on my plans once I get established here. But first breathe in...
Bea gently cleared her throat before speaking in a rather breathy but sweet voice, "I'm Beatrice Rinkhals, also known as Vishkanya professionally. Nice to meet you all."
For added effect, she placed her hands and feet together and slowly bowed, remembering the respectful gesture from a new Japanese culture book.
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"Well hello there, Beatrice. My name is Sybil Travers. Charmed to make your acquaintance." She says, genuinely polite.
Just an adorable fan girl and cosplayer ヾ(*・ω・)ノ💝💟
An Ordinary Oddball
Sage Miller
"I'm SAAAGE!" Sage twirled on one foot. "Nice to meet you—I like building things. That's all I do, really. And think about things. Lots of things. You look like a snake. What species?"
"I'm not trying to be rude. I'm trying to be polite. I'm naturally curious," Sage said, pumping Beatrice's hand up and down. "So...howdy!"
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
AKA Nixer
Space Port
“Oh. Newcomer. Well, hello,” Elisabella turned—dismissing her musings over Pact and her words at the appearance of a new classmate. “Charmed. I am Elisabella. Apparently ‘Liz’ is my nickname. I'm... accepting of that,” she paused with a glance towards Charlie. “Not as beautiful, but it'll do.”
Yet another to keep an eye on. Not like the others. Very quiet. Shy? Maybe. Untrustworthy? Like all of them. Ascertain intentions.
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Ultimate Hope, Absolute Insanity
The Docking Port
Oh wow. I'm already getting some "fans", huhuhuhu. They think I am on the side of the rude, brawny dumbasses such as Charlie because I'm simply being polite, while constantly "stinging" them like a yellow jacket. They're need to get their facts straight.
After listening to Pact's and Broker's speeches, Daniel turned towards the scaly newcomer.
Greetings, Mrs. Rinkhals, my name's Daniel Dédrome , he introduced himself, I surely hope we will get along... , he said politely.
You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?
The only pickled Henderson that I know
Bea turned her gaze towards Sybil as she straightened up again to briefly observe the little lady in training. Travers...she knew Mr. Fang had mentioned wanting to get acquainted with that particular family due to their large influence in the underworld. Good as a possible resource for connections but...she could detect a lingering scent of irritation on her that fortunately seemed to ebb once Bea had said her piece. Mental note: may be easily angered so cautionary measures will be required.
"As am I, Miss Travers." Bea managed a noticeable nod in her direction. If she doesn't seem pleased by that response, she could always—
WHOA there!
Blinking her eyes rapidly in an effort to reorient herself from Sage's eager handshake, Bea couldn't help but visibly relax at her genuine response. It was quite welcoming to know there were some honest people here, even if they were a tad...inquisitive.
"I...do not know. The lab wasn't very...choosy about their options when they put me together. I could look into it later if you are interested..."
Too early to give away anything yet. Best to wait and see if she truly means well.
As soon as Bea cocked her head in Liz's direction however, her more feral instincts went into high alert. That lab-based artificial smell...that was all she could sense of her. Not good. At all. She swallowed and murmured, "I'll keep that in mind..."
Then she swiftly twisted her body to Daniel. Her stress did let down some to her relief, but he seemed a little too cool and collected for her liking. It reminded her too much of Mr. Fang. Probably for the best to keep an eye on him at the moment.
"So do I, Mr. Dédrome." As long as you don't get in my way that is.
An Ordinary Oddball
"That's wonderful!" Sage smiled at everyone. "Now, if everyone'll excuse me, I'm off to arrange my room. Please feel free to talk about me behind my back. After all, I need incentive to prove that I AM NOT MAD!"
She giggled and waved before heading off, even doing a cartwheel just for the hell of it.
The first thing she noticed when she entered the room was that the walls were blast-proof, and the floor was outlined in fireproof and durable tiles. Ah. So they did know her after all! The thought made more giggles bubble out of her throat unbidden.
And it was empty. She'd have to fix that.
The first thing she did was order a bed with plenty of space to spread out on, and OH~! A canopy! She ordered colorful plush quilts and comforters, and plenty of down pillows. A genius like her needed to rest her mind well. She decided it would be placed in the middle of two sturdy dressers where her clothes would go.
Then she set up a study area with bookshelves, a desk with a computer and rolling chair—also, rugs with cushions, for when one didn't feel like sitting in a chair like a civilized human being. That could be quite overrated sometimes. When she tried to order lab equipment, she received a notice that they would be delivered to the labs. (THEY KNEW HER THEY KNEW HER THEY KNEW HER probably)
Lastly—the relaxing area. A plush armchair faced a large, high-quality plasma TV with gaming consoles. On second thought, she added an ottoman footrest with storage space—it wouldn't do to have all those games strewn everywhere. She could also put her feet on it! (Somehow, that seemed very novel.) She decided to have the area be near a wall where a false fireplace would be.
She found the bathroom to be a fairly standard affair, but it suited her needs very well. Plus, it looked fairly sleek, which did not detract from her room's aesthetics in any way. She left it as is after setting down her toiletries.
After she finished setting up the rest of the room, getting her clothes organized in the dressers and everything, it was time for the finishing touch. She brushed a hand wistfully over a photo of her and her parents (before they had their falling out) before placing it on a dresser, next to her semi-sentient Venus Flytrap (cheeky thing, but it was her only friend).
It was perfect. It felt like home.
Edited by JumpingFruit on Mar 25th 2019 at 10:01:46 AM
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Arakawa Rin Ponders The Average Smartness Of Their Group
"I got here with a letter of recommendation." She said in response to Eva's little anecdote about making terrible decisions. "Though I suppose a certain lack of smarts is required for most members." The argument over there she gave a pointed, meaningful look. "Thank you for your kind words either way."
Yes, she could respect a desire for maximum efficiency, personal feelings be damned, as she nodded at Liz. That was her default mode of operation as Murakumo. There were no sworn brothers for her, an outsider, to be found in yakuza. "Or maybe learn to keep your tongue in your mouth before you lose it." She snipped at Daniel, so far finding him to be the most irritating agent from this whole irritating situation. Yes, put superpowers on easily impressionable and tempestuous teens. What could go wrong?
"I don't hate anyone. Yet." She stated, eyes pointedly resting on Daniel again. "Sure. I do not mind." For all of her weirdness and complete disconnect from humanity, Liz seemed to like her, in her own way. "And I suppose I do not mind your attempt very much." Here she turned to Lillian, face unreadable before she settled for something resembling a wry smile. It vanished once she looked towards the rock monster man, clearly not having been joking about the whole "can only find peace in hurting others". All this arguing and snide comments must have been tough on him.
"Do you need any help?" Rin asked as she looked at Torin blandly. Asking "are you okay?" probably meant nothing to him.
How do lizards fly?