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Saint Academy, Class 1 Homeroom — September 1st, 2020
It was a new day in Super City. The sun shined as brightly as ever, it's radiant sheen shimmering over the hovercars and centaurs racing down the freeway. A woman on jet skis zoomed past the spaceport, filled with passengers of all sorts coming to and fro as interspace relations continued to prosper. All sorts of strange and wonderful sights filled the city, ranging anywhere from a stray portal opening up on Mainstreet to a troll and a pixie enjoying tea at a literal kitty cafe.
But it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. For every jetpack or teleportation pad, there was a mugger or crazed gunman lurking around the nearest corner. For every advance made in space travel or interspecies relations, there was some bastard waiting to muck it all up. And for every kitten saved or little Timmy dragged out of a well, there was a Jumping Jack or Mr.Pogo upending a city block with their giant toys and pogo sticks. And all of that was without the current state of heroes.
But no matter how one felt about them — whether they had begun to lose their way or were doing what needed to be done — the schools that birthed them shone brighter than ever. Standing tall, they welcomed all those wanting to be heroes and gave them the means to succeed, regardless of where they came from. It wasn't always easy, nor forgiving. But those who struggled through never regretted it for a moment.
But the crowning jewel was Saint Academy. Founded by none other than Saint himself, Saint Academy was the first of its kind, with its success leading to many other academies springing up all over the globe. But the original Academy, headed by the Saint himself, still stood tall in Supercity, waiting for all sorts of new heroes to enter its halls and make their mark.
And on no day was that more true than today. It was the first day of the new semester, and numerous young heroes and students filled it's white marble halls as they raced towards their classrooms. There was supposed to be a reception in the auditorium, complete with a grand speech, but it had been rescheduled at the last moment. Apparently, the Saint was unable to attend, but no-one was sure why. There were rumours his heart was acting up, but many such rumours had spread around since he retired back in 2010, and he was still kicking. Whatever the reason, it had been rescheduled for later in the day, but there was no telling if it would stick.
Instead, the students were asked to head to their classrooms first thing. Perhaps because of the surprise announcement, there was no teacher waiting for them in Classroom 1-A, though there was a large red staff sitting against the blackboard. Rows of desks lined the room, with a couple large open windows filling the room with sunlight. All waiting for the students to show and begin their adventures as this year's Class 1.
Assuming they survived the experience.
Edited by kkhohoho on Feb 20th 2021 at 11:26:40 AM
Were he not retired, I'd simply assume Saint was too busy.
A petite blonde girl wearing a white dress walked down the hallway to Classroom 1-A, blue eyes scanning the numbers above the doors. As it is, it's quite puzzling. Perhaps some of those rumors hold merit.
She stopped outside the last door, reading the number above it. 1-A. She pushed the door open. Hopefully, he doesn't die before the year is up. At least give us some time to graduate.
The teacher wasn't there either, which was even more puzzling. Is something going on? She took a seat in the front row, settling in to wait.
Rosabella Linden sighed. This might take a while.
In her typically nonsensical way, Izzy had elected to walk to the school rather than fly or even take the bus, and for someone who'd been walking for a solid few hours she seemed rather refreshed for it. Humming to herself inquisitively at the fact that the speech had been skipped over, she instead shrugged and turned on her heel to head to the classroom as instructed—wordlessly singing to herself as she strode along in time to the music playing in her headphones.
Yes, she was listening to Mr. Oizo. Yes, she was wearing sunglasses as she did so. No, she didn't particularly care either way—though she did remove her shades once she entered the classroom; casting her hazel eyes around the room curiously. Claiming a seat in the centre rows, she dumped her bag down beside it and flopped into place, leaning back her chair and crossing her legs atop the desk.
She continued to headbop, uncaring of anything else at that moment in time.
Edited by Enirboreh on Feb 20th 2021 at 5:47:33 PM
To Sleep, Perchance, To Dream
"Ahh, The Protectors, as always a little too late."
Swirling in the mists of subconsciousness, someone dreamed of an earlier day - an earlier day they barely remembered. A tall, statuesque female figure dressed in the green and black ensemble marking the female leader of the Society of Cobra. Madame Cobra looked over a screen showing the enormous laser device that was merely an hour from being fired.
They had taken over this facility - formerly a power plant - for use in charging their device of doom. Madame Cobra, who reminded the dreamer so strongly of herself, stepped forward on the railings.
"You won't get away with this, Madame Cobra!" The Saint declared as he charged to try and make it to the device - whatever its function was. But he found his advance blocked by an enormous blood red machine with a hammer and sickle emblem prominently front and center on its armor, a pair of massive arms hanging down from enormous shoulder guards. The legs ending in huge tank treads.
The Saint clashed with the enormous armored figure, but it seemed that he was having trouble budging the machine man.
Madame Cobra chuckled and pointed at the mechanized fighter as a few others descended around the rest of the Protectors. Mostly men in snake themed armor. "I see you've met The Red Devastator. Say hi, Red Devastator~!"
"pogibnut', svyatoy, kapitalisticheskaya svin'ya. Ya beru etu rabotu, chtoby uvidet', kak ty slomayesh'sya!"
Zachaia woke up, wondering once again what brought on these strange dreams of a person so reminiscent of her...but with such bad fashion taste! The green snake hood? And let alone the superhero battles while wearing the super loose sleeves? Propping herself up in bed, Zachaia looked at the time. Ooh. It was still time enough to check on her favorite and least favorite people at the apartment before making her way over to the Academy.
She'd decided she needed this - a turn to something better. And based on the dreams, if they weren't of some other time and place, they might be saying something of her history. A history she barely remembered, outside of a distant event that still dampened her spirits at a thought.
Even though she could barely remember what it was.
She picked her outfit for the day - a blue and light green ensemble including a blouse and tight pants, her gloves, and a little green jacket that she got as a gift from someone...that she couldn't remember. Huh. Well, she needed to be going now. Hoisting her backpack, she figured this would be...something.
On her way out she stopped by the room just two doors down. A few quick knocks at the door and Eli Hunter answered the door. "Good morning to you, Kaia. I needed a bit of inspiration." He said with a smile. Eli wore his straw blond hair back long, just past his neck. He was rather pale, but was in pretty good shape.
A peck on the cheek to show some affection between the two of them—-
"Aww man, what a mismatched couple! I think I could vomit!" And there was the unpleasantness this morning.
Clive Carlington coasted by and Kaia clenched her hand tight at her side. Ever since she arrived there was but one couple that wouldn't be mismatched in Clive's eyes. Always he'd try and ruin a moment it seemed with his words or a cruel practical joke. His hair was styled...uniquely. A rather uneven fauxhawk and a soul patch on his chin, his voice still somewhat nasally. Clive seemed to make it a habit to defy stereotypes in the worst ways - quite burly for a nerd, and quite consistently unpleasant.
Could I, perchance, get away with dissolving Clive Carlington? Nobody seemed to love him, nobody cared for him. He does nothing but dispense interruptions and crude responses. Maybe under the cover of giving him what he desires...
Seeing she was in a poor mood due to the apartment bully, Eli put his hand on Kaia's shoulder, not knowing her thoughts toward Clive were trending darker. "Don't let Clive get you down. Hey, come by my place later, and I'll have a caricature of him up in the common room downstairs. Don't let him get to you. Clive's not worth any actual confrontation."
Zachaia did admit that sounded pretty funny. And it did make her reconsider her other option at least for now.
But she needed to be on her way.
Bidding farewell to Eli for now
After catching a bus into the Saint Academy area and walking the rest of the way, Zachaia was easily impressed by the spectacle of the Academy. Something about the Saint stirred some memory inside of her, somewhat. It wasn't there - but it was like an innate response.
Being here, she felt far away from the apartment bully and all his immature drama.
Though it seemed she was due for some more eye candy. Yes, yes, it seemed for whatever reason a good portion of the heroic students here of the male gender had excellent bodies. She bit her lip. Maybe there was a chance of meeting someone here after all.
She tapped her chin and walked along toward the place marked "Class 1-A".
Entering, Zachaia looked around and saw it looked like someone quite prim and proper was seated over there, and someone who seemed pretty out of it right there. She found her way to one of the seats, near miss prim and proper and said, "Quite a lot of sights here, aren't there?"
The next student to stride into the classroom was short. Too short - at a mere four feet high, one might almost think he was a child, except it was clear he wasn't. His stocky, muscular frame was one giveaway, but more prominent was his beard.
Not yet long enough to braid, but thick enough to cover his face from ear to ear. It matched the color of his hair, which actually was braided, and tied back with golden rings. Three more golden rings looped one of his ears.
His appearance might have seemed stereotypical for a dwarf, but Brokk didn't much care. And it was somewhat offset by the fact that he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with the name of a viking metal band.
He hummed an old dwarven song, a simple and low tune meant to echo through caves, as he set his things on one of the desks at the front. "Mornin', lasses." He nodded at the girls who had also taken up front seats.
Brokk's eyes paused as he looked over the only girl who was as short as he. Inwardly he could already hear his uncle complaining about 'greenskins', and while Brokk wanted to be accepting, he was also genuinely curious what would bring a goblin here. He hadn't thought them to be interested in heroics. "Brokk Ivaldison." He said after a moment, extending a hand to Mitzi. "Pleasure to meetcha."
Mara was bummed. Saint was pretty much her idol, so not getting to see him speak was a total let down. She’d thought about it for the entire, lengthy trip to campus, trying to plan out what she would say to him if she got the chance. And now he was just- what, busy? Gone? Ugh. Still, she tried to shake it off. After all, no point in dwelling on something she couldn’t change. She’d had enough of that for a lifetime.
Hang tough, Mara, we’ll get to see him later today.
Mara made a quick detour to the bathroom, where she touched up her lipstick and fixed her bangs, which had somehow gone askew. She had expected to feel out of place in her old clothes, but every person she’d seen had had such radically different threads that it didn’t seem to matter. Her pop art dress, chunky shades and mary-janes were nothing.
Battle armor in place, Mara found her way in a leisurely manner to Classroom 1-A. On entering, she took note of the several other students already in class, mostly clustered near the front row.
The egg heads are in residence. Not that that’s a bad thing.
She took a seat near the center, near the chick with the things in her ears. As she got settled, she waved briefly to the others.
“Looks like I’m late to the party!”
Edited by furnacedoor on Feb 20th 2021 at 11:42:40 AM
“...♪ hmmm, mm-mmm-mm mmmm– ♪ huh? Ohhh...” Izzy blinks into awareness, glancing around at all the people who'd suddenly entered the classroom and staring at them confusedly. “Uhhh– hi. Whoa. You got here quick. You sneak in?”
She looked beneath her desk as if someone was hiding underneath it, before shrugging and looking over at the girl who was sitting next to her—whistling quietly as she took in her attire.
“Whoooaaa. Love your getup. It's all... bright an' coloury...” Izzy gestured, sitting upright like a normal person as she leant on her desk and peered curiously at the other girl. “What's your name? I'm Izzy! Or Dizzy. Or... uh, Izzy.”
He grinned as she took his hand, before tilting his head downward to follow her gaze. "Aye." He said, still smiling. "Lotta my kind like metal, and I'm always fond of humans who learn the stories of the old Norse. Even if they don't make offerings anymore, I'm sure the Alfodr is pleased that the tallfolk still remember him."
Brokk scratched his beard. "So, what brings a goblin here? No offense, but goblins always struck me as more diplomacy types then fightin' types."
This is it. Saint Academy: the place where he will hone his powers and become a hero!
Pollux stood before the original Academy. Its image gave an air of overwhelming prestige, and Lux gaped at it in awe. All the hard work he did in the last few years paid really paid off, didn’t it?
But oh well, he's got to enter the school now. He doesn't want to attract more attention that he's already doing by being...well, himself...
Pollux was now heading towards a classroom, just like he was told to do. They said that his classroom was 1-A, right?
After managing to find the classroom he was searching for, he naturally entered it.
"Hello? Is somebody there?", a giant has poked his head through the entrance, looking around with curiosity. He eventually managed to notice the others by looking down. "Ohh! T-There you are.", he sheepishly stuck his tongue, scratching his head a bit.
This towering, bulky newcomer wore a partially armored top that was designed in such a way that the left side of his chest and his left arm were fully exposed, revealing the glistening crystalline runic markings that adorned them. His pale blue-ish eyes brimmed with wonder.
"You guys, at first glance, really seem like...a particular bunch!...For some reason.", he fully got inside the classroom, wanting to get a closer look at his soon-to-be classmates. "My name's Pollux Grigoriani, but you can just call me "Lux" for short..."
Steel is my soul A young man thought, an old mantra running through his mind as he walked in. A mop of black hair hid a handsome face, as a pair of mismatched eyes shone like jewels of darkness and fire as he scanned the classroom. His red shirt with black markings and black trousers clung to his body as two swords hung from a black and golden belt. A pair of boots covered his feet.
One of them shone blue and the other shone red. The black scabbards covering their blades. They were beautifully crafted and seemed to pulse with power, both cursed and blessed, although to anyone that could observe them could feel something strange from them. Sorrow and anger seemed to cover them.
The young man seemed to study the mismatched group, and spoke, clearly, with some accent.
"Lambert Lake, nice to meet you" He said, simply, cooly.
He walked past the group, took a seat near the window, and seemed to make the world vanish around him.
Cut through darkness and keep going
Mara flashed a bright grin, turning an intense gaze on the student next to her.
"Hey, thanks, man! Love your shades. I'm Mara. Mara Springwood."
She glanced to the side sheepishly, then scooted her chair slightly towards Izzy.
"This is gonna sound kinda out there, but, uh, what are those things in your ears? Earplugs?"
"Hm?" Rosa looked over to see who was speaking to her, and her eyes widened a bit. The girl was...gorgeous, to put it simply. Tall, with an athletic build and a beautiful face and long black hair like raven feathers. Maybe a bit too gorgeous. Something about her felt uncanny, like she was a statue brought to life. Even so, what might've been jealousy stirred in Rosa's chest.
...wait, I'm staring. Rosa blinked, snapping herself out of...whatever that was. "Yes, I suppose there are," she said, accent as posh and proper as she herself was. "It's to be expected. Saint Academy pulls from all over to fill its classes."
Zachaia - Oh, Hello~
Well, first there was a dwarf.
And not the Tyrion Lannister sort. An actual dwarf! He seemed pretty charming. She waved when Brokk said his terse hello, and noted he seemed to be getting on with the goblin girl...
Though her attention was very soon stolen away by the young man that walked in. Very pretty eyes, eyes so pretty that if she couldn't have him she'd almost want to make sure if he died she kept his body. Just for the eyes. And the body. The way his shirt clung to his form just left little to the imagination.
She looked at the prim and proper woman and said, "Though I think we just found our greatest sight."
Before long Zachaia was leaning forward, and responded to Lambert, "...Ohh, its nice to meet you too, hunk." Seeing that he was taking up a place near the window, Zachaia quickly but quietly got up and moved her seat over closer to Lambert. She looked at Rosa before doing so in a way that said "I am going for it".
A nice, pretty hunk with some pretty swords too.
Something about them seemed nostalgic to her. Like one of them at least reminded her of something innate of herself in some way.
Edited by NickTheSwing on Feb 20th 2021 at 11:44:44 AM
“Uh? You dunno what headphones are...?” Izzy frowns a little, popping the things out from her ears and suddenly feeling grateful she'd been pestered into cleaning them before coming here. “Yeah, they're little earbuds! For listening to stuff through. Like music.”
She wasn't sure to what extent this girl didn't know about this, but she regardless popped the headphones into her ears without much prompting; nor really thinking to ask her permission first. The electronic wubs and titular flat beat would soon fill Mara's ears as Izzy yawned widely and then looked at her more closely.
“You a medieval girl or summin'? Did they dress like rainbows back then too? 'Cause all the pictures I see are them wearing like... brown. Light brown. Dark brown. Green brown. Not... pastel stuff...”
Mara startled slightly as Izzy popped the earpieces in her ears without so much as a 'by your leave', but her eyes soon widened, and a grin tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Oh man, this is unreal!"
Using a ballpoint pen she'd pulled out of her bag, Mara tapped along to the beat on her desk, nodding her head along at the same time. After a moment lost in the music, she reluctantly took the headphones out and handed them back to Izzy.
"That's totally righteous."
She paused for a second, trying to figure out how to explain her deal without making Izzy think she'd totally lost it.
"Not medieval, just retro. I was born in '56, and, well, you can see I'm not exactly going gray. I skipped out on about 50 years somewhere along the way, not to mention the dimension-hopping. It's been a bad trip, I gotta admit."
Mara smiled wryly, knowing how out there she'd sounded. She gestured toward Izzy.
"How about you? What's your story?"
Edited by furnacedoor on Feb 20th 2021 at 12:09:32 PM
Nikolai has been very, very overwhelmed since he came to the topside, but he refused to let that bother him! Here he could see the sky, feel the sun on his skin and feel the earth under him rather than all around him! He was overwhelmed but in a very, very good way.
Wearing very simple clothing skin to white robes with a black sash, and the very notable crystal bracelet hanging on his wrist, He walked through the brightly lit hallway, spinning in constant circles as he found new things to be fascinated by...
Specifically the topsiders! With their strange scratchy clothing with bright print symbols in then and writing, staring at strange blocks of flashing glass and speaking in terms he had no possible way of even fathoming! They came in different sizes and different shapes and different moods! Why On the way here he bumped into someone and he called him a “fucking jackass!”
Nikolai didn’t know what that was but it sounded fun!
Standing in front of the door he stared at it for a moment and pondering breaking it with a hammer when he used his brain, grabbed the metal piece and pulled, revealing a whole new room!
Hooray! He was learning!
“Hello topsiders!” He cheered as he walked in with a smile. “My name is Nikolai! It is pleasure meeting you all!” He sounded...stunted a bit and almost broken despite having no discernible accents.
Edited by MichaelDj54 on Feb 20th 2021 at 2:28:53 PM
“You're a 50's girl? That's pretty sick...” Izzy found herself smiling at Mara, taking back her headphones and letting them hang loosely around her neck. “Sounds like you've had a pretty cool life. Sorry it's been bad or whatever you said. You look well-off for it at least?”
She squinted at her as she looked Mara up and down, before shrugging halfheartedly at her question—clicking her tongue in consideration as she stared thoughtfully up at the ceiling.
“What's my story? Well I got my mom and dad, who're these scientist guys or summin'. I drank some weird soda from 'em and now I can float. It's pretty pog. I mean cool. I mean pog.”
She scratched the back of her head, ruffling her hair in the process before grinning somewhat nervously at Mara again as she impatiently jiggled her leg.
“I can like fly and stuff, which is sooo coooool. I'd show you but I'll get stuck on the ceiling or whatever.”
Lambert looked at the disconcertingly pretty girl that quickly got so close. He had to stop himself from falling over or anything. He has to keep the poise and class, after all. But he raised an eyebrow and gave a polite smile.
'Hunk', huh. Every now and then, he hears that, but he was never really sure how to respond.
Then again, the best way is often the simple one.
"And might I ask your name?" He said.
Am I one corny fool or what?
He gave a nod to the newcomer, but kept relatively silent.
"Ah, woman after my own heart. Might not surprise you, but I'm a craftsman myself. Hard not to be, as a dwarf. More at home in a forge than on a battlefield, truthfully, though I still know how to throw a punch." Brokk's smiled widened a bit at her wink. "Agree to disagree on music tastes. But I'd love to see some of your pieces, some... time..."
He trailed off, turning to look at the new student. The one that was nine feet tall. "Well." He mused, huffing slightly in amusement. "Of course they'd put the Giant in the same class as the Dwarf. Just rubbin' it in, they are. I swear, you could stand on my shoulders and we'd still not be as tall as him."
And he wanted to know her name.
Well, he wasn't chased off so... "My name's Zachaia Elmsdotter. Kaia for short. I couldn't help but notice you." Seeing as he didn't seem to mind her sitting close by, she further said, "So, Lambert, where do you come from? What's your history like? I'm guessing at a martial background."
The new guy was also very pretty, though in a more boyish way. Very tall, and she was left feeling curious about him too. He seemed soo...innocent, and that made her feel things inside that she very much enjoyed. She immediately thought about ways to make him not quite so innocent. That was always a fun thing.
Does he know about the darker things people do to one another socially? Does he know about rumors, of cajoling, of all the ways you can maneuver? Does he know about the ways of temptation? Of all the things you should not do, but which feel sooooooo good when you do them BECAUSE of that? So many things I can do with you Nikolai, so many things to teach~
Does he know about the birds and the bees, hmm? Does it extend that far? Ohh this is truly the best luck. Nice, innocent little Nikolai, so easy to end up not so innocent, and muscular swordsman Lambert. What I would not DO to have them both~!
Edited by NickTheSwing on Feb 20th 2021 at 1:06:55 AM
Pollux eventually took a seat, somewhere in the last row, so he wouldn't probably inconvenience someone by obscuring their view with his sheer size. Sitting down in a seat, that clearly wasn't suited for him, felt pretty uncomfortable, but alas: what is life without pain?
There were many different conversations going on. But the one that piqued his interest was between the dwarf and the goblin. Especially when the dwarf mentioned him.
He chuckled a bit. "Heheheh; Yeah. It's kind of ironic, isn't it?", Lux approached the duo. He was looking down at them, internally hoping they didn't feel he was being demeaning towards them. "I don't believe I know your names..."
Edited by Noussibonne on Feb 20th 2021 at 10:29:28 AM
'Alright, Seez, this is your first class-'em-up in these states. You only got one sweet shot, one first impression of the eye. Don't blow it! Walk tall, stand tall, be pure!'
'Pure', in this context, meaning purest Seez. It was his first day at school - superhero or otherwise - in this country, so he had to make sure to leave his mark on the calendar. Couldn't just lorp on in like all the other cats. They needed to do know what his transmission is, get the signal and all that.
He made sure to wear his favourite frapparel - which is like apparel but more fresh - including his 'TIME TO SPLIT!' hoodie (got that one custom-made, was the fly's eyes), and of course instead of just walking in like some lamoid, he skiddated. Hopefully someone in his class saw him throw down his first line in the board's ancestral homeopolis. At least before the local Rent-a-Konstabel or whatever yelled at him and he had to make a crazy dash inside. It was only one grind. Probably had nothing better to do if everyone here was a supercharged power-cat like him, anyway.
After arriving, Seez was a mite-ad disappointed to find that everyone in the class were people he hadn't seen - and in these parts, the cats tend to be pure in their own ways, so he'd remember. Ah well, he could roll down with this.
"HEY! What's breakin' down in here?" he asked in his 'European' accent (foreign enough for people to tell he wasn't a Usonian native, not enough to narrow down what exact country he was from) as he dramatically flung the door open, one arm held wide, wincing slightly when he heard it slam loudly against the wall as a direct consequence. Quickly covered that one up.
He made a honeyed beeline for the back of the class, because that's always where the freshest people sit - gives them a real panopticon view of the place. As he did so, he turned his head to each of his classmates in turn, examining them and trying to catch their attention with the glare of the sunlight against his cyan shades.
"...Princess! ...Rave-sister! Could hear your jam there, bit too modern for my tastes, but it aligns close enough! ...Shadow Lady! ...Retro-For-Retro! ...Earlybeard! ...Pastels! Radical dress, by the way, d'you get that done custom? ...Angel Slice! Lovin' your whole signal, I'm pickin' it up strong, man. ...Broodmeister! ...Aaaaaand Glazed Doughnut! ...You okay there, dude? Ya seem a tad swathed there. ...Yanno, dropped the pressure, confused at what's bein' used."
His tone, while still as fresh as he could make it, did turn a little concerned when he'd addressed the last guy who'd entered. Still, he made sure not to let that squash his spirits, as he sat down and put his feet up on the desk, popping a blue-flavour bubblegum ball into his mouth.
Edited by PresidentStalkeyes on Feb 20th 2021 at 9:44:29 AM
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