Edgar in the gym
Edgar arrived at the gym wearing his casual wear without the sleeveless sweater, he also brougth his emitters and sound mittigator just in case. Shy as ever he attempts to go unoticed by his peers trying to not bother anyone and just humming to pass the time.
Upon seeing the cat he wished he had longer arms to reach and pet it, assuming it is a normal cat, probably if the cat is self aware he should ask for concent. All this thinking about cats and arms made him realise something, more arms means more petting capabilities. Too bad he has only two but one can dream.
Bea :> Greet Roommate
"Ah, Sue. I am prepared for gym class, yes."
Bea didn't react too much to the clap on the back, but a second later gave a small smile to her roommate.
"I have done my own warming up stretches just in case we leap right into something difficult. I would not put it past any potential teacher to try and push us due to being empowered."
She followed the glance and shrugged.
"I am unsure why there is a feline here, but it did not react to my joke so it is probably just a cat."
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.Mikael
Mikael strode confidently into the gym, yawning as he stretched the sleep out of his body. He was barefoot as usual, having thrown on gym shorts and a sleeveless shirt in expectation of exercise.
He took stock of the empty room, before his gaze flicked up to the cat on the bleachers. Probably the teacher, or the teacher's pet. He was pretty sure there was no way for a stray cat to wander in here on its lonesome.
He glanced across his classmates, pausing with a guilty look at Khulan. He'd apologized, but he still felt bad for his father's intrusion into her life. Even if he'd understood the reasoning, it was still a dick move. Hopefully Khulan and himself could still work together without it being too awkward (well, more awkward than it already was between a demon and a demon-eating spider).
Turning away from her, he stepped towards Sue, pulling her into a one-armed hug from behind. "Morning, little sis." He greeted, smiling down at her, before looking over at Bea.
"Hey, soldier girl." He greeted, before looking back at the cat with both of them. "Bet you that cat's the gym teacher. Werecat, or something. Or just a shapeshifter with no creativity."
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?Sue
She should have known Big Bro was there. She knew someone had popped in, but her attention was elsewhere. But it didn't matter. She was glad to have a big bro who did big bro things and to be a lil' sis who did lil' sis things. She was glad about a bunch of things, but that was the most gladdest.
"HEY, NO FAIR!" She hugged him back, giving him a quick playful noogie before letting him go go. "That's better! Little sis always gets first dibs on Huggies wuggies, you hear?!"
Though she had mixed feelings about being 'little sis.' Couldn't she be big sis? Sure, Mikael was bigger. A lot bigger. But you were only as big as you felt and she felt YHUUGE! Inner bigness always trumped literal bigness, or it would if she had any say.
She glanced back at the cat. The longer she stared, the more she wanted to punch it. It wasn't easy to put in words, but something was rubbing her the wrong way and she didn't care for it one bit.
"OOO, I wanna shapeshift! I could do all sorts of cool shapeshifty things! Like getting teenyweeny or iggybiggy or turning into a megazordformergelion and blasting everything to smithereens! Or maybe a banana tree so I have more bananas. That works too!"
The shadow of the past.
In the academy, as the classmates were busy in the gym, one from the past came back, Fern walks her way to the gym, now donning a gray hoodie with medical bandage's on each of her arms and her hands also covered, her hair now longer.
She makes a sad sigh as she now sees face to face at the door of the gym. After getting her face punched in and left in that room, she woke up and looked out seeing her father's car, she got out on the run, they couldn't know what I was, so I lived off the streets, well until my parent's found me, they talked to me about not running away, don't use violence on your classmate, try to open up to my classmates, "Bla Bla Bla" Fern said slowly, as she was moving her hand as a mouth for each bla.
She looks at the doors; of the gym, with a gulp and a worried look, she walks to the door, grabs the knob, turns it, and stands there. What will they think of her? I mean, the last they even saw me, I got my ass handed after what happened, she moved her hoodie down lower to cover her face.
She then opens the gym door, and walks in to see her classmates, she then walks away from them, making sure to not make eye contact with the others and sits down laying on the wall of the closed bleacher with the cat, she looks up at the cat with a small smile before going back to just sit there.
Edited by This on Sep 2nd 2022 at 7:23:58 AM
"It's Thane! Whack him!"Gymnaisum/Sue
The cat continued to purr, tail twitching as it lazed about. Its eyes were half-open, blinking in and out, looking towards the class when it wasn't trying to sleep. It took their measure, sizing them up, licking their paws as they planned their next move.
Suddenly, it leapt off the bleachers, towards the ground, bounding back off with grace and poise and somersaulting in the air like a superstar. And again. And again and again and again. Each time it flipped, it rose further into the air, growing bigger and more shapely with each deft motion. It was nothing short of a spectacle, and the only thing more dazzling was the cat's unwavering confidence.
It landed in the middle of the room, giving a bow and a little flourish out of habit. But the cat was no longer a cat. It had fur and whiskers, yes, but it was about as tall as Lucy and considerably more bold. Their long bushy tail hung above their ankles, sticking out over a baggy pair of orange shorts with black trimmings. Her top was the same, a loose croptop above the waist, save for a large hole in the back. It was shaped like an ankh, bordered in gold, giving her room to breath. It was a bit strange, but if there was a story, she wasn't about to share it.
"Greetings, ladies and gentlemen and anyone else that doesn't fall within such purviews. "My apologies if that's too formal, but I'm attempting to be respectable." She bowed to the class, standing on her feels and demonstrating her flexibility.
"But yes, the soldier and the hellspawn are correct, sad as it is. You can call me anything you'd like, but I'd prefer Katarina. The irony isn't lost on me, but if the shoe fits, you may as well wear it. "
But Sue wasn't impressed. Any other day, she would been. She would have yelled and screamed and hugged the big kittycat cuz she was so cute, and she was sorely tempted. But a part of her was already screaming. She wanted to jump out and punch her stupid brains in, but to run up and strangle her like a sunnuvabitch. Because she knew. She didn't know at the start, didn't know a second ago, but she knew. They all knew. They all knew and they'd all seen her. That day in the cafeteria, when the whole world had gone topsy turvy, everybody who was somebody had seen her. The only ones who hadn't seen here or knew about her were those who weren't but there, but a big old kitty cat slicing everyone to ribbons wasn't hard to miss.
She stood still, pace quickening, cursing under her breath. She wanted to forget. Things were getting better, things were getting good, everyone had stopped talking and moved on and she'd never have to think about that stuff again and she was better for it. Except she wasn't because she was here. She was here and standing around like nothing happened because it didn't except it did and her arm was hurting because of course it was and it was getting harder to breath...
"...fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..."
It was only after seeing the monkey girl panic that Kat put two and two together. She had heard about the cafeteria, but she was too busy with everything else to pay attention. She knew it wasn't Sue's fault, knew she wasn't the one dead on the floor, knew she wasn't the one that cut everyone up like Freddy Krueger. But it didn't make it less awkward. She sighed, dreading the drama that was about to unfold, but there was only so much she could do. She wished they'd sent someone else in her place, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
"...I'm afraid I have some explaining to do, don't I?"
Edited by kkhohoho on Sep 3rd 2022 at 10:32:57 AM
Mikael
He returned Sue's enthusiasm with an amused snort. Of course the girl named Wukong would be interested in shapeshifting.
Then their teacher revealed her true catwoman form.
"Ha, called it." Mikael grinned. Something about the woman sort of itched at him, but he couldn't quite place it. Maybe it was the fact she'd called him 'hellspawn'.
Regardless, he turned his gaze back over to Sue, only to find her trembling. He looked back at Katarina a moment, then back at Sue, and his brain quickly put two and two together.
He quickly pulled Sue into another hug, tighter this time, with both arms. "It's not the same person, Sue." He murmured into her ear. "It's a different catwoman. She won't hurt you. It's alright. Big brother's here for you, okay? He won't let anyone hurt you."
Mentally, Mikael chided himself for not being good at this. Comforting people wasn't his forte. But he could at least make that promise, and mean it. For all his faults, Zamiel had always made sure his children understood the importance of family, and Sue was family now, so when Mikael said he'd protect her, he meant it.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?Lucy Livingston
A... cat mimic...? No, wait, she's an actual humanoid cat. Kind of like that one back in the-
Lucy's face soured, and she looked pained as she dared to glance over at Sue. Sure enough, the monkey girl was in a bad way. Thankfully, Mikael was comforting her, so it was a mild relief, at least...
Where's my hug...?
I can get one in a minute. I'm not being excluded.
Now and again, her insecure inner voice flared up. But she knew now to counter it effectively. Part of it was just not pursuing an argument with herself. Another part was realising it was just her being self-defeating.
“It's fine, Sue. L-Let's hear her out...” Lucy said calmly, though there was a mild tremor in her voice. “There's gotta be a... a rational explanation for this, right...?”
borkGymnasium
Katarina had an explanation, but it was far from rational. Her whole existence was irrational, but she had learned to take it in stride. The monkey girl's existence made things awkward, but she could see her trembling, quivering in fear. After what happened, she couldn't blame the other students for doing the same thing. The least she could do was give them piece of mind, even if she had none to give.
"Unfortunately, rationality is a scarce commodity these days. If it wasn't, monkeys wouldn't be able to talk and neither would cats, and an overgrown Cheeto would never have become president. But they did and they do and it is, which is part of the reason I'm here."
She stretched her limbs, trying to sort everything in a way that made sense. It was all Greek to her and she'd started to learn Greek, but she owed them an attempt.
"I can't go into the details, but I'm what you'd call a divine accident. My mother thought as much or she wouldn't have left me on some random historian's doorstep. But though I wasn't sent from a doomed planet to show the world a better tomorrow, I did learn something of human decency, even if I started hacking furballs before my sweet sixteenth. That was only the start, but in the struggle of nature versus nurture, nurture tends to win out."
She reached for a small bottle at her waist, taking a swig of water. She appreciated her lovely coat of fur, but it made things a bit stuffy.
"But nurture is a double-edged sword. As much as it allows for even the most miserable wretches to become productive members of society, the inverse is also true. If things had been the teensiest bit different, I could have become a vicious predator. Tearing humans apart like tissue paper and opening them up like sardines, all with the enthusiasm of Norman Bates. And from what we can tell, that's exactly what happened."
She had to strain her brain for the next bit. There was a day when she knew modern history like the back of her hand, but these days, she was more familiar with Ancient Egypt or Greece than anything from the last fifty years. Leaving her old school after so long was like stepping into a different world and she wished she was still there. And in a way, she was. She'd just have to remember that.
"I trust you all remember the fabled invasion of the Mirror Dimension from your history books? Inverted dopplegangers of the world's greatest heroes, leading armies from a parallel world, threatening to topple democracy and leave us all goosestepping to their tune. But it was proof that the universe was larger than it seemed. Parallel universes were not the domain of musty old pulps, but a palpable reality. And it is this reality that all of us seem to have stumbled into."
She took another swig from her bottle. Part of her wished it were milk, but she couldn't indulge herself 24/7.
"I've learned most of this secondhand, but after the smoke cleared, our resident Nazi Nitwit performed a comprehensive scan of the scene. I don't understand most of it. If I did, I would be sitting pretty with a PHD instead of basking in your presence. But the Katerina who was turned into a rotting corpse is a distinct entity from yours truly. She reeked of other dimensional particles, matching the traces of the other Nazi Nitwit who started this mess. Unless it was part of a massive hoax, both her and the Nazi were from a parallel world. The same goes for Coyote, America's original troll. And they were close. There isn't any proof and it's disgusting to think about, but we suspect he had a roll in how she turned out. There could even be a connection to all those Godzilla wanabees, but the less said about that, the better."
She took a deep breath, slapping her hands together in consternation. Compared to some of the other things she'd seen, this was nothing, but it still sounded like something from a comicbook. A bad comicbook It was hard to believe she'd said it, but it would have to do.
"So! Does any of that help or do you still wish to tear me to shreds? Or perhaps you have other questions?"
Edited by kkhohoho on Sep 5th 2022 at 7:46:18 AM
Kitson Dragonfly - Impatience in the Gym
Ok, so all this exposition was interesting and all but Kit was ready for some ‘’EXHILARATION!!!'' He needed some adrenaline in his veins very, very badly. With that in mind he only half-listened as Kat shared her life story. No questions here, none at all. Not even a single peep as he mentally prepared himself to absolutely obliterate any athletic challenge he was presented with.
“So uh…this is gym class, right? When’s the class start?”
He was short, to the point. It was obvious that waiting any longer was of zero interest to the fighter, and his earlier bouncy stance had been replaced with a bored, lopsided flat footedness. This guy wanted to punch, lift or, possibly, slice something fast.
WITH A HAIL OF HARPOONS! WITH EVERY LAST DROP OF MY BEING!What...
As Fern was beginning to relax and calm down, maybe even talk to her old friends, the cat turned into a catgirl, a cat girl she has seen beginning dead before, how and why?
As she was trying to take it all in, the cat girl made it worst with her now talking about other worlds, inverted doppelgangers, and nazis, does that mean they were fighting people from other worlds and does that also mean in another world she’s a nazi, but she didn’t remember most of the stuff she was talking about, “What the hell...” she says to herself as she watches from the background with her pure white eyes, she sees some of her old classmates and what looks to be some new ones too, but she thinks to herself, will her classmates let her after what she did before?
Edited by This on Sep 8th 2022 at 7:32:12 AM
"It's Thane! Whack him!"Sue
Sue stayed in her big brothers' arms, barely listening to the teacher as she explained herself. Most of it was gobblygook, but she got the important bits. It wasn't the big bad cat lady but it was the cat lady but it wasn't and it was was and it wasn't and it was and wasn't and was and wasn't...
She shook her head, grumbling in consternation. If she kept up that train of thought any longer, she would have gone crosseyed. But this wasn't the same cat lady. It looked like her, even smelled like her, but it wasn't her.
But it didn't make the pain go away. Didn't stop her from seeing her face. Wouldn't make all those awful dreams go poof. She grabbed her arm, inching away from the others as she turned towards the exit.
"I-I think I need to go to the little monkey's room. Or something. Not feeling so hot..."
Bea :> Greet Teacher
Bea looked a little bemused as her idle joke about the 'stray cat' being the gym teacher did in fact turn out prescient but the fact that it was some version of the girl Sue killed was mildly concerning. But after a moment, things had started to calm and it looked like Sue needed time to herself to process.
"If you need to talk about anything after class, let me know."
Bea tried to sound comforting but her default register really wasn't good at getting that across.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.Khulan - Gym & History
Khulan had happily applauded the cat's acrobatics, even after she animorphed into something on two legs. She only picked up on things after hearing the others' discomfort. And then she had to hear the specifics from Mikael. She hadn't forgotten the cafeteria battle, just... what the cat woman had looked like. She remembered Captain Gas and Emil—couldn't daydream about using Captain Gas as a bat and Emil as a ball if she didn't—but the others weren't the ones who had gotten away from her.
She froze when Katarina asked the class if they remembered the Famed Invasion of the Mirror Dimension from history class and then thanked god when Katarina went on to explain it. Note to self, read that chapter again.
"Nope. Don't wanna tear you to shreds," Khulan answered. That list was only three people long. "But," she pointed her head. "The memory's still fresh." 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
Gymnasium
"I'll keep that in mind." "But let's get to the main event, shall we?"
Katarina reached into a box next to her feet, pulling out a small stack of posters. She passed them around, making sure everyone got at least one. They were as colourful and flashy as possible, but they were all about the same thing.
"Every few years, the school forgoes all common sense and pits their students against each other, dropping them into an enormous tournament for shits and giggles. I jest, but I've never been a fan of such brouhahas, even if I did perform swimmingly. But compared to that sordid souree, this is a different kettle of fish with multiple opportunities for success. There are certain gifts for those who reach the top, but the true goal is publicity. The Saint Foundation is always looking for top talent and the Saint Cup is their way of discovering it. A good performance is sure to land you a spot, even if you don't wish for it. And it's not a bad way to test your mettle. You can run through as many gauntlets or simulations as you please, but it's never a substitute for proper combat experience."
She put the remaining flyers away, kicking the box to the bleachers as if whacking a hockey puck. She had her doubts about such a tournament. She didn't think it'd be as bad as the one she went through, but after everything that happened, it was a wonder it hadn't been called out. It was a good source of revenue and publicity, both for the students and the school, but she wondered if it was worth it.
"But before you can whack each other silly, you need to secure a spot. Before each tournament starts, they always hold a grueling marathon, made to separate the wheat from the chaff. The first sixteen or so competitors to reach the finish line get to move on, but the rest are relegated to the spectator's booth. Rest assured, we've taken steps to bolster security for both events, but it won't matter if you don't get to compete. But that's what you're here for. For the next two weeks, you'll be dancing to my tune. A jaunty little jig of push-ups, sit-ups and whatever else we need to whip you into shape. I won't run you ragged or paddy-whack your shins. I had enough of that at my old school and I don't want to put anyone through that same hell. But if you aren't sweating or wheezing like a banshee, then we'll have done something wrong, won't we?"
She snapped her fingers, not missing a beat. She gestured for the students to move aside, jumping away as a large pit opened up below them. A massive obstacle course rose up from the floor, but it wasn't any they would have seen. It was filled with pipes or hollow cylinders, holes filled with cushions, ladders attached to thin platforms with gold coins scattered about. There was a tall flagpole, giving them a goal to reach for, but it didn't take away from the lunacy of it. But crazy as it was, the upcoming marathon was sure to be even crazier
"For the first day, I wanted to give you something special. Everyone knows the Dario Brothers like the back of their paws, but it's rare they get to experience it. For today's class, you'll be crawling through pipes, vaulting over pits and jumping on square blocks and rectangular platforms until you reach the flagpole. Whoever gets the best time will receive a free coupon for a horde of mushrooms, as is tradition. Picking up those gold coins can increase your score, but it's not a guarantee of victory. Now, does anyone have any questions or are you ready to save the princess?"
Edited by kkhohoho on Sep 11th 2022 at 4:25:42 AM
Mikael
He kept holding his sister, until she broke away to walk for the exit. She needs therapy, he's pretty sure. Mikael would be there for her, but he can't really understand what she's going through. Death never bothered him.
He focuses his attention on the teacher, nodding along to her explanation. As the obstacle course rises up, he cocks an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I got a question." Mikael says. He pulls his shirt off and lets his wings emerge from his back. "Is flying allowed? I'm assuming it is, since you didn't say otherwise, but also it kind of makes this too easy, so..."
Shrugging, he balls his shirt up as he awaits her answer, tossing it into a corner of the room to collect later.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?Lucy Livingston: Gymnasium
"Could use with a workout..." Lucy shrugged slightly before nodding, stretching and loosening up her limbs as she made sure that her ink was responsive too. She bounced in place, loosening herself up as she pursed her lips determinedly. "I'll try my best. I'm... s-still getting used to what I can do, but... I think I've got a shot at this..."
If I pulled myself around with the ink in my clothes, I could seriously get some speed up, she thought to herself. So long as I'm careful not to hurt myself. Could get serious whiplash if I moved too quick too hard...
"Not sure about the idea of being... competitive..." she admitted aloud, giving her classmates a small smile. "But I'll uh... I'll p-play along. I just... don't like that kinda tension with my friends, y'know...?"
"LUCY!!" David had all but shrieked in a voice that was barely even his, eyes white and aglow with excess psychic power as he threw his energy about in a manner desperate. "STOP RUNNING FROM ME!! LUCY!! FIGHT BACK!!"
"I-It's nothing major," Lucy decided after a moment, crossing her arms and shaking her head a little. "Nevermind. Forget I said that. Things're... g-gonna be good..."
...Damn it, David...
borkSam was a bit confused over this situation, but as things developed, he simply decided to let it be. It wouldn't do any good to cause problems to the lady, really. So, he decided to just leave things be.
"I enjoy a good competition as much as anyone" He noted, even if he would be seen oddly. Maybe he would have to be more careful, at least. The last thing he wanted was to hurt a friend because of the cold always surrounding him.
And the exercise... well, at least this does sound fun, although he'd have to get along with the laws of motion.
"Wonder how far I can catapult myself without getting splattered into the walls or anything of that nature"
Wake me up at your own risk.Liam
Taking hold of one of the posters somewhat numbly, Liam considered what just happened...
The idea of a tournament made him feel...odd. It kind of reminded him of something, but he didn't know what exactly. Kinda like the time in the pool, or at the cafeteria. It was just the weirdest sense of Deja Vu. A Saint Cup Tournament, huh. Well, with his powers predominately being defensive, and with him only recently discovering he could make a few weapons out of Regalia's energy... he didn't exactly see much hope in a physical cup unless he could get himself in top shape before then.
When another Kat had popped up, and damn near gave Sue a heart attack, Liam was prepared with a Regalia dagger in one hand just in case Elim showed up too - at least, until the explanation. And he had really no reason to doubt the explanation considering what happened recently with him. He then dismissed his weapon and stood by - waiting and willing in time for the announcement of the tournament.
I mean, Liam thought as he shuffled in place, I was almost overtaken by some alternate version of myself. A parallel universe copy is not that outrageous with that in mind.
"Alright," Liam spoke up, "I'm game. I wanna get through this tournament and I'll take any training I can get."
Bea :> Prepare for Parkour
Bea had many questions about this whole business of the brothers Dario but given literally no one else in the room had asked about it she was pretty sure it was some kind of cultural relic that had not survived to her home time. She tried to put away most of her bafflement concerning what kind of piece of literature would involve such absurd structures, outmoded coinage and for some reason mass amounts of mushrooms and instead focus on analyzing the course and preparing for her own attempt. She also sized up some of her peers, knowing that several of them had unusual methods of locomotion they could utilize.
If Bea had to rate her chances on the course, it would probably be the middle of the pack. Her own skills at propelling the bottom of her boots would be useful, but there were faster people in this group.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.Sports Entertainment Time - Khulan
"I cannot believe I'm just finding out about this," Khulan gave the poster and the obstacle course a once over, a twice over, and one more look. And the tourney was in her mind's eye too. She was awake now. Wonder if they got Hell in a Cell, a titantron, and a live audience. Squee!
"Think of the super kayfabe we could put on!" Khulan only half-maniacally answered Lucy's statement about tension. "We can cut Charon, Inkwell, and Spider promos before the matches..." She was vibrating now, a fiery look in her eyes. "Roll out a kickass P&R tag team theme," She punctuated her words by roundhouse kicking the air. "and kick all the ass till our music's playing at the end!"
She'd grab both Lucy and Libitina in a hug-huddle if they didn't dodge. "Ok, seriously we need to cut a promo and find our sound and entrance poses. How many chances are we gonna get?" 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
Libitina
Before she could speak up and say that she wasn't even sure she wanted to compete, the answer had apparently been decided for her already as her roommate grabbed a hold of her and started talking about it. Not wanting to disappoint her, she just nodded. "I'm open to ideas."
Proud member of the AGOG community.Gynamisum Class/Sue — LET'S A-GO!
"Only if you want zero credit. The goal is to improve your stamina and agility, not to coast your way through on a speedrun. Flight, teleportation and anything else that makes the course a joke are strictly prohibited. But you're free bash any strange floating blocks to your heart's content. Pop them open and you may get a special treat. Our resident self-proclaimed genius has been hard at work, so whatever's in there should give you an edge. Just make sure you don't step on the turtles, will you?"
True enough, pits and platforms weren't the only things they had to deal with. Small robot turtles were scattered across the course, trudging across before doubling back. They didn't pose a threat, but they were large enough to be a nuisance.
"Oh, yes, the turtles. Another of Reinbach's creations. But if you're worried about those little tincans snapping your fingers off, don't be. The worst they can do is stub your toes and that's if you let them. Think of them as an extra obstacle. There's a few of those present, but they're no more dangerous than a household pest. If you wish to avoid them, I'd suggest you git gud. But that's what you're here to learn, isn't it?"
But the pieces were in place. The players were present, the rules presented, the obstacles laid bare. All that was left was the music. A snap of her fingers and a speaker burst out of the wall, blaring a very familiar tune. It was old-fashioned, maybe a bit tinny, but it had an unmistakable charm.
"Now, unless someone has something they wish to add, LET'S A-GO!"
But Sue wasn't so eager. This morning, she was on top of the world, sitting pretty with her new mom and new dad and new big bro. Her arm was feeling better, she was feeling better, everything was getting better!
But then she wasn't feeling better. If anything, she was worse. She didn't want to be worse. She wanted to get in there, to jump around, to stomp on turtles and fall in pits and get herself a big fancy mushroom with a smiley face plastered on! Ever since she got her Wintendo Snitch and saved her first princess, it was everything she ever wanted.
But she couldn't. It was her dream come true, but she couldn't. She wanted to leave, but she couldn't do that either. She'd acted on instinct, did or said whatever popped in her head cuz that's how she rolled.
But she couldn't.
So she stood there, in front of the exit, glancing between Katarina and the course and the doorway and back again. Because that's all she could do.
Edited by kkhohoho on Sep 25th 2022 at 5:14:33 AM
Gynamisum Class — New and Cape-ier
"I say," Khulan started, before having to think about it. "The P&R squad... will use psychedelic rock I think. Or we can borrow the Unity theme. Whichever one sounds best to hum while we tear up this track!"
Khulan was already practically drooling at the track. It even had Koopas! The music just made her squee. Coach Kat didn't need to ban flight and all. Their squad had this! But eh.
But when the big LET'S A-GO came, Khulan did not grab her bandmates and sprint off. Not just because she was kinda expecting Kat to fire a gun in the air, but because Sue did not look like Sue. Hm... "Uh, sorry one sec," she said to the band.
"Want to try jump kicking turtles into boxes?" Khulan asked Sue offering a hand. "It's not skipping rocks, but tell me you have not thought of kicking evil turtles into coins."
Edited by CenturyEye on Sep 25th 2022 at 4:49:35 AM
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

Sue
Sue hopped into the gym, ready to start a brand new day. Sure, her arm was giving her grief. It was getting better, a lot better, but could still give a nasty twinge. But she had a whole new family to help her through! They weren't perfect. Demon dad was a bit of a prick and Morgoth was an uber prick, but demon mom was pretty cool. And even if she wasn't around, she had big bro to back her up! She had family, friends, even a class she was good at! Sure, she'd never done gym before, but she'd done all sorts of gymmy things! Jumping, swimming, all that good stuff! What more could she ask for?
"Heya sword lady!" She walked over to Bea, clapping her on the back with her good arm. She hadn't forgotten about David or the number thing, but it wasn't a big deal. She was here and he was there. Wasn't worth getting worked up over, was it?
"Ready for some cool gymy stuff? Don't know about you, but I'm ready to stretch my legs! And my ankles and neck and wrists but not my arm cuz my arm's a bit iffy, but everything else is A-okay!"
She glanced at the cat. Maybe she was overthinking it, but something seemed off. Smelled off too. Something about it was familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was a cat thing?