Bea :> Walk In There Like You Own The Place

To an outside perspective, Beatrice Bianca's recovery might have seemed jarringly rapid. Oh sure she got off lightly from a physical perspective and at the end she even stood her own ground against her friend turned temporarily foe, but surely there was some kind of torment that lingered in her mind?

To Beatrice herself, she had tools to handle this already. In her home time, she had witnessed far worse (and it seems, forgotten some things even worse than that) and had gotten good at processing and compartmentalizing trauma that would shake one who'd experienced less of it. And three weeks was enough time to work through the worst of that processing, to recognize that yes pieces of her memory were missing and yes it included the utter warping of her desires into horrific pain but that did not mean that she had to reject those memories or her goals, because she had a chance to pursue them through means both gentle and willing. She felt that she deserved some of what she wanted, just payment for her steadfast fortitude within the storm of emotional chaos.

So anyway the Bea that steps into the Coliseum looks confident and unbothered and ready for the matches to come. She had her sword with her, sheathed properly and strapped across her back and a pouch clearly full of something jingly attached to the belt. She'd also managed to acquire some new clothes during the interim, or at the very least overhauled her existing tattered relic of a military coat into a new resplendence of deep embroidered black fabric and contrasting pure white accents. After making her entrance, she sought out the one person in the room she considered a close ally... But then that person jumped up into the rafters and Bea couldn't really follow so instead she wandered around a bit before settling in nearby Lucy and Mikael.

"Greetings. How fare you two?"

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Edgar filled with regret

The following days since the incident were not kind to Edgar, while he had the fortune to not have received any injuries he had done things he wasn't proud off he is pretty sure he left some people in intensive care and the only thing he could do to correct his mistake was to cure the effects of the discombobulating mist he made during his rampage.

Once again he has been used for someone else's evil deeds, once again used as a weapon and hurt innocent people and worst of all he couldn't have stopped himself from falling for the psychic influence, if he was that easy to manipulate who is to say it won't happen again and cause even more pain.

Sometimes Edgar questions himself if somebody as timid, gullible and unpredictable as him could really be a hero but assuming he is selected this tournament might be a way to know the answer in a way, if he controls himself he won't be a danger to his peers and only to his opponents.

Sam had been taking the time to recover physically from the last incident, although he still was having some things to take care of. Namely, his hearing is still very delicate. Which is why he had his ears protected in the meantime. Not being able to listen to music like he always does has been the worst part.

Leaving everything aside, he felt he should have done more during that whole mess, and getting hurt like that wasn't something he wanted to let happen again.

Still, he should go seek a doctor to see if he should do something about the overactive imagination. That was a trip...

But leaving that aside, he checked on the others, giving them a wave. Not like he was that talkative, anyway, and he could use the silence.

Wake me up at your own risk.

Kitson Dragonfly - Monkey Friend

There was a long moment of silence before Kit responded. Longer than he would’ve taken in any situation where he wasn’t distracted by something else. He was a bit ignorant as to the way of the world here, sure, but he did remember a face when that face had enough notoriety behind it. And Wolfang Richler really was not trying to hide. It felt wrong. A man as openly vile as that at a junction meant for the good guys. Or was he what passed as a good guy to the people that made decisions? As far as Kit cared to think, Wolfang shouldn’t have made it two steps through the door before one of the heroes took him down. But it didn’t matter. That’s just how things were.

“Oh, hey Sue. I’m…”

He’d rehearsed his lines well. If anyone asked whether or not he was ok, just say yes. If anyone asked again, say it was tough but you were pulling through. He had to remind himself that she already knew that was bullshit. He had their social call in the hospital to thank for that.

“…I’m doing better than I was. You?”

That much was true. At the hospital he had been a mess. Now? Now at least no one else could tell with a passing glance.

I am become dubstep, destroyer of taste

Fala - Fed Up

What happened three weeks ago was the final straw. There was no way in hell that Fala Pine was going to sit idly by and let anything else like what occurred that day happen again, especially with the current states of several of her classmates.

In the time leading up to today, she had done a bit of digging around in the school's databases for any villains that could have possibly done this. After a few hours of searching, she found the most likely suspect: Fancy Man, a villain whose powers matched the description of what she and the others experienced that day. Apparently, this wasn't even the worst thing he'd done, as he had previously acted as an accomplice to attempted universal omnicide alongside a being known as the Anti-Creator. Last he'd been seen, he was being dragged away to a high-security prison after having his powers nullified.

That last part was what stuck out to Fala. If his powers were gone, how could he have escaped on his own? Unless...he WASN'T alone.

This was something that required further investigation, but it would have to wait for a little while. Fala also had to prep for the tournament, so she spent the rest of the time until now training. Punching things really hard wasn't going to solve every scenario, but it didn't hurt to be ready for the times that it would.

If I die, tell Hex Haywire I loved him.

Sue

"Hey, I'm the one asking the questions here! Don't know if's twenty questions or a couple questions, but a question is a question is a question..."

She was starting to ramble. She always rambled, but there was rarely a purpose. Now there was. She was being evasive, hoping she could get away without a proper answer. But that wouldn't be fair, would it?

"...fuck, I don't know. Guess I'm about the same as last time. Don't think I've seen sword lady the last few weeks. It's not cuz I don't want to. I mean, I don't want to, but I do want to? I wanna see her so bad, but I don't know if she should see me. Saint doesn't wanna see me either. I want to say I'm sorry, but he won't let me in! So if he doesn't wanna see me, why should anyone else wanna see me?"

She sunk her head into her knees, slowly lifting it out. She looked at Kit. It was hard to tell what was going on in her fuzzy little head, but she wasn't sure what else to do.

"...need another kiss?"

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Arena

As the crowd gathered, so did the teachers. They walked towards the field, stepping onto a large stage. Laurie and the Nurse shared awkward glances, though they'd continued to see each other. As awkward as it had been, there was something there. Katarina lingered on the grass, breathing the fresh air. She preferred being indoors, but she appreciated the wonder of nature. Perhaps it was because of her own. She looked out towards the stands, keeping her eyes peeled. If that wretched trickster was about to pull something, it'd be the perfect place to do it. Maybe it'd be better to tell them, but it wasn't her call to make.

Interceptor followed behind. The Saint was nowhere to be seen. The official statement was he'd fallen ill, but both the teachers and students knew better. But it gave Interceptor the perfect excuse. He moved to the front of the stage, addressing the crowd with the charisma of a toaster oven.

"Greetings. Most of you know me as Interceptor. Many were expecting the Saint. Since this tournament began, his grand speeches and folksy charms have been a Saint Cup tradition. Unfortunately, he is unable to grace us with his presence today. Instead of attempting to replace the irreplaceable, I will simply give you the facts. No more, no less."

A blue holographic screen appeared above the arena. There were a series of brackets, each arranged in vertical rows.

"This is where we stand. In lieu of a proper conclusion to the school race, the staff was forced to consider other factors to determine this year's brackets. Based on their general performance, aptitude and personal growth, we've determined the following students to be this year's competitors."

The brackets filled in, displaying the results for all to see.

The crowd oooed and awed. Most of them clapped, but others were up in arms. Some students felt snubbed, others made accusations of favouritism, others still shouted bloody murder. But the results had been made. The students were familiar with most of those names, but Jezebel didn't ring a bell. It was a demon name, but there were several demons on campus. They couldn't help but be confused, almost as much as they were pissed.

"If anyone objects to the results, you're welcome to make a formal complaint. Everyone else should get themselves ready. You may not have gotten in, but we'll have games and competitions running throughout the day. They may not be the main attraction, but they're still a chance to get noticed. The same goes for the losers. "

He gestured towards the inward gate, leading to a silver hall. There were locker rooms, changing rooms, waiting rooms, even a training room. Each was on the level of the professional stadium, albeit partnered with a royal flourish. There were red carpets, makeup kits, mirrors with gold frames. If they didn't know better, they'd swear they were celebrities.

"All participants have one hour to get ready. If you have a costume, now's your chance to put it on. All combatants should head down to the locker rooms on the double." He left the stage. The students began conversing. Some began to get ready, others continued to wait. They still had a few minutes before they needed to get into gear. Best they could do was make the most of it.

Edited by kkhohoho on Apr 15th 2023 at 12:18:35 PM

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

Martin

Martin entered into the locker room with a deep breath, letting out the nerves that were building up in his chest in favor of trying to relax and prepare himself for the fight ahead. Honestly the idea of competing against fellow heroes instead of a house building competition for the homeless, or maybe a challenge of getting cats out of trees. But he wouldn't back down just because it wasn't his cup of tea. "So, here we go," he slid on his costume, the names of various charities across the full body suit with his name emblazed across his chest. "I look forward to challenging you guys, may the best hero win."

Be better, because what is the harm in trying?

Lucy Livingston

"Liam..." Lucy murmured to herself, looking around before finding the boy in question. She stared at him, her expression not challenging or even fearful—she instead had a face that read morose, and she gave him a terse smile to both show her acceptance of the arrangement and her dislike of it in general.

Then she stood up, left her seat, and headed straight into the locker room. She barely acknowledged Martin, her expression now vacant as she mindlessly retrieved her suit and equipment from her locker. Until she fumbled her belt and dropped it on the floor, staring down at it blankly as she began to tremble.

She forced herself to bend down and pick it up, before moving to walk past Martin as she headed towards the changing rooms. She paused as she reached his side, and pursed her lips as she shifted her weight to her other foot before glancing up at him sidelong.

"...Good luck, Martin," she chose her words carefully, before staring ahead again. "I... need you. Later. Okay? Just- I mean not if anything happens to you. If- if you can. Right..."

She murmured "right" again beneath her breath as she shuffled off, her walk becoming a stride as she quickly went in to get changed. She didn't take long, soon exiting in her black suit that was for now lacking the hood and cape. It was essentially just an armoured jumpsuit for ths purposes of the fight. The cloak would get in the way.

"I'm scared what they're gonna think of me. So I wanna do better," she admitted aloud, not directing her words towards anyone in the locker room in particular. "So I'm just... gonna do good. Show what I can do, and... be better than before."

bork

Mikael

"Hey, soldier girl." Mikael gave Bea a smile. Their personalities clashed, but Bea was friends with his newest sister, so he tried to be nice. "I'm doing fine. The others are still rattled, though. Might wanna talk to Sue and Kit." He nodded towards where the monkey girl had gone.

When the bracket popped up on the screen, Mikael clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Dammit, of course that bitch got in and I don't even get to fight her. Figures. Hope Martin kicks the shit out of her."

He grumbled a bit, then turned to give Sam a wicked smirk. Sam was still keeping his ear covered - hearing damage, apparently - but Mikael hoped the message was clear. No holding back.

Mikael made no move to head to the locker rooms just yet. For him, getting into 'costume' just meant a minute to shuck off his clothes before transforming.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Liam looked up and saw he got in, feeling some amount of relief in that. He just also felt a crushing amount of worry and to a degree, guilt about what exactly he was worrying about. The fact was, Kit produced what could best be described as a nuclear explosion. And a lot of people got injured. Liam knew that this was absolutely the last time and place for being placid. He had to do something - even if it tore at him to think what he needed to do.

What if...?

Lucy glancing at him with that smile both started to reassure him - and just as much reminded him. He looked her way and nodded. He knew he was going to be facing her in the tournament.

What if someone else got plied into doing something like that.

From what he heard, Lucy had launched an ink spear into the crowd - and while she was going after the bad guy, what if her aim was off? What if someone else got in the way at the last moment?

These people were his friends.

These people were really, really dangerous.

So he'd need to get some practice in through the tournament. Learn their powers, learn their capacities, just in case something more happened down the line. Prepare some form of neutralization he or others could deploy in case the worst happened. In case their minds, emotions and / or free will were compromised.

Am I even smart enough to manage any of that...?

He could still smell the rancid, burnt air if he stopped, closed his eyes, and thought. Fuck.

Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.

Sam took a moment to see the match ups, taking a moment to see how the others were reacting to it all. Anything else seemed distant for now. Is at these times when he needed to focus on what he had in front. Even if he didn't hear the speech, he knew what he had to do. Exchanging looks with Mikael, he could tell he wasn't holding back. He considered asking for him to mind the head, but just gave him a stony look.

Going to change to his own costume, he sighed. If he was here, he needed to make sure he gave everything he had at least to not make the others look bad.

Wake me up at your own risk.

Edgar nominated.

Looking at the results he sees that he made it in and he had to fight Fala, he hasn't really interacted with her other than that one time where she helped him get up in the obstacle course which he was really thankful for so the notion of fighting her specifically isn't particularly thrilling for him.

Still that won't stop him for giving his best. Going to the changing room to put on his hero suit, he just briefly glanced at Martin not sure what to say back and went back to his business.

Khulan - Wait, I'm In??

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"Holy f*ck!" Khulan... had been idly scouting out spots to build a web. But that was when she thought slapping teachers and her whole... bad things in the race meant certain spectator-hood. Now she was un-idly, jumping several stories into the air shouting in triumph, issues temporarily forgotten.

She only registered she had an opponent in mid-return to Earth and who it was a moment later, on landing. And thus stumbling. In front of the crowd. She played this off, best she could, zooming to the locker room. And makes efforts to tone herself down.

Saint was still MIA and what was that about? He always... he's supposed to be around to say the right things and fix things or show them how. Him just not showing up was... And Khulan could see Kit's state, which may not have included a right arm and alot of parts. And hear about it. And smell it. Could she just... um.... Hm. No ideas. Well, she'd at least ask Kit if he was okay with things and go at his pace. And there was a chance, she wouldn't insult him by doing so.

Khulan already had her costume on. She wouldn't be seen in a crowd and event like this otherwise. Though she earlier had probably been less than inspiring. Sure, could use Saint for an example.

"I'm scared what they're gonna think of me. So I wanna do better," she admitted aloud, not directing her words towards anyone in the locker room in particular. "So I'm just... gonna do good. Show what I can do, and... be better than before."

"...huh," Khulan ended her musings aloud. "I think that helps." Well, she can't do much more than that, but Khulan hadn't thought of it till Inkwell said it so ...clearly.

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

Bea :> Prepare For The Match

Bea was happy that the brackets had landed her with a fight against Sue immediately, it was basically the only fight that she really specifically was looking forward to (hell, she even made a promise to Sue to have such a duel informally if the bracket did not allow) and here it was on the bracket. She headed off to the locker room, already searching out her assigned foe.

"Susan? I want to say a few things before our match!"

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Martin

"So then," he looked over his matchup once again and let out a small chuckle. "I have to admit that I might be a bit on the backfoot here, magic and stuff like that is a bit more difficult for someone like me to handle, so anyone want to put our heads together and make some strategic decisions for our fights?" Martin thought for a moment before realizing the issue that they would be fighting each other. "Uh, maybe just one or two people? After all we should all be trying our best, but maybe talking strategy with the whole group might make things more difficult."

Be better, because what is the harm in trying?

Lucy Livingston

"I-I'm not sure what strategy I'm gonna go for..." Lucy hummed thoughtfully, adopting a pensive expression as she considered her options. "I almost... don't wanna say, so I don't lock myself in. Um... I-I guess I wanna say you should keep up as close as possible and... o-overwhelm, Martin? If you don't have much against magic... th-then you should try and make it so it doesn't even happen. That's... my suggestion. It's not much, b-but..."

Her eyes drifted over to Liam, and she pursed her lips.

"...L-Liam. Do you have a plan...?"

He looks... a little distracted. Hm...

bork

Kitson Dragonfly - Shock and Awe

In his impassioned, angry glare, Kit had almost lost the plot in his conversation with Sue. Her last words, though, seemed to break through the trance at least somewhat. He turned to silently look at her for second or two, brows uplifted in surprise before responding.

“Hell, I’ll take it.”

And that was about the extent of what he expected to be doing today. Popping in, seeing who got in, leaving. He didn’t even know how he was going to get down. That plan was squashed, though, when against all odds…they said his name.

Stunned, he stared forward at the brackets, mouth open and with no small amount of fear on his face.

Not me, he thought, I was sure…

He was sure, and he was wrong, it seemed. He needed to gather his things and face the blade. He had to look his opponent in the eye and hope not to see fear of the man who blew up the world. But first he had to get down.

“Hey, Sue, room enough on that cloud for 2?”

Edited by Yayakuza on May 3rd 2023 at 5:40:25 AM

I am become dubstep, destroyer of taste

Sue

"You bet your ass, black-haired dude."

Sue leaned in, holding Kit in her sweet embrace. She gave a long passionate kiss, born from mutual confusion and loss. They rolled over the grates, sinking into the Nimbus like a marshmallow. The cloud bore them down, floating to the locker rooms on a gentle breeze.

It didn't take long to get there. She sat back up, stretching her arms in amazement.

"...wowza. Wasn't expecting that. I mean, I expected a lot of things but there are things you don't expect even when you expect them and I wasn't expecting that expect it but that doesn't mean I shouldn't have expected what I expected and..."

She closed her mouth shut. It wasn't the first time she rambled, but somehow it didn't feel appropriate.

"...wanna do that again?"

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

Liam

"Yeah...I think," he shook himself out of the funk he'd found himself in and tried to concentrate on the matches ahead. He didn't know if this was multiple rounds or not, and the fact was while he'd been developing Regalia he didn't exactly have the best handle on Lucy's abilities other than the fact she could be really scary when she got mad, and that it involved ink and controlling it.

"I'll just try and react as things come at me. My power's strongest on the defensive, and I admit I'm glad I'm not fighting Martin. Guy seems to zip around the room. Not sure I can defend so well from that."

Shaking his head, Liam formed a few Regalia sparks on his hand, and nodded, "I've got some other things figured out, and there's some forms I'm gonna try and have my Regalia take."

Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.

Arena

Before everyone knew it, an hour had already passed. There was enough room for everyone to prepare, but anything else would have to wait. The crowd waited with abated breath, screams and chants filling the stands in anticipation. Banners and symbols were lifted into the air, blimps and aeroplanes flew overhead, sponsors and slogans plastered on countless screens and billboards. Old men and seasoned heroes couldn't help but complain, rambling about the perils of corporate heroism. There was truth in their words, but no one was in the mood for a lecture.

As the heroes walked onto the stage, they got a better grasp of their situation. The coliseum was split into eight equal squares, hard-light barriers blocking them off like a grid. They were a translucent orange, clear enough to see through but solid enough to know they were there. Each competitor was led into their arena, small spherical drones directing them to their location. They zoomed overhead, observing each match with devotion. Interceptor loomed over the stands, standing at the top and staring down from on high.

"If everyone's ready, we can begin. The rules are simple. Whoever's standing will be declared the victor. If a contestant forfeits or is unable to continue, their opponent will be named the winner regardless of external circumstances. If the match ends in a draw, the winner be determined based on the opinion of the judges. Lethal or excessive force is not allowed and will result in disqualification. I trust that goes without saying."

He waited for the crowd to settle. They were already engrossed, chomping at the bit, but they soon calmed down. They were eager for things to start, but nothing could match Interceptor's sheer presence. As soon as the students were ready, they'd begin in earnest.

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Abandoned Laboratory

As the match began, another spectator watched from the distance. They were far away from the arena, hidden deep in the city outskirts. But they were just as invested. His face was pressed against his little tablet, huddled between rows of dirty beakers and test tubes. He hadn't been here in ages, but it was still home. He cackled with glee, the darkness swirling around him in ecstasy.

"Show me what you got, toots..."

Edited by kkhohoho on May 7th 2023 at 5:16:44 AM

Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around

Martin

It would likely be a sight for the various students who had seen Martin rush into danger with the lowest odds would probably be surprised that Martin actually seemed a bit nervous about the large crowds, taking a moment to draw in a breath before fixing a smile on his face and waving toward the crowd before turning to face Jezebel and inclining his head in a sign of respect. "I look forward to our fight, may the best one win."

Be better, because what is the harm in trying?

Lucy Livingston

Once the time had come Lucy went ahead without another word. She was on schedule, neither too late or too early, exactly on time. She felt... pretty good, at least in terms of her presentation. Her skintight, black suit with the red roses framing a black peace symbol on her chest; representing her solidarity with the victims of those who were injured in the cafeteria attack. She'd kept the design the same even up to now, feeling that the rose motif was a generally good one to have anyway. The collar of her suit remained high around her neck, keeping it shielded. The suit's overall appearance was form-fitting, but armoured in necessary places. It did nothing to ruin its silhouette, though. The black of the suit had a mild hue to it also, preventing it from washing out against other colours behind her.

She stepped to her place in the arena, looking around to assess the space that she and Liam had to fight in before focusing on him. She remained still, her ink shifting into different configurations around her in an eerily silent fashion before retreating back into the black of her suit like it was part of it. She pursed her lips, concentating for a moment before tilting her head to one side towards Liam. Only then did she open her mouth to speak.

"You're afraid of me, and what I can do. I'm sorry I'm putting you under that much stress," she said, loudly enough to cut through any of the crowd's murmurings. "I'm scared too, Liam. That's why I'm gonna change things, okay? I'm not gonna be weak anymore. I'm not gonna lie about things either. I wanna be honest, and I wanna be in control. Even when I'm not."

She eyed the crowd for a moment, before fixing her gaze back on Liam.

"That means I gotta start with you, got it? Open book. I don't wanna do any of this. I think it's shallow. I think it's pathetic. I think it detracts from what we should be doing, and I'm counting all the people who I'm not helping by being here. Instead, we have to play gladiator. So, let's play gladiator so we can get back to what's really important, alright?"

She managed to give him a smile, shrugging a little as her stance relaxed a little.

"I don't mind who wins or loses, but I'm gonna give it my all, and whichever way this turns out, let's help each other out afterwards, okay? Don't get distant."

Her brow furrowed, and her head lowered as her stare became more sharp and stern.

"That's what they want. Don't let 'em have it. Fight it. We're not soldiers. We're helpers. That's how it's been for me, and that's not gonna change just because some moron thought he could brainwash us. That's never gonna work again. I promise."

Her eyes flashed briefly, before she straightened up and nodded to him respectfully.

"Okay. I'm ready when you are."

Edited by Enirboreh on May 7th 2023 at 1:29:44 PM

bork

Mikael

He stood before his opponent, already transformed. No words needed to be exchanged between himself and Sam. Even if Sam's hearing hadn't been hurt, Sam was a man of few words. That quiet nature was something Mikael found endearing. Mikael himself didn't need words, only fists.

No trash talk. No chatter.

Mikael merely spread his arms and his wings, leaving himself open, and grinned.

The first move is yours, Sam. Hit me as hard as you can.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Sam had taken his time changing, and making sure everything was in place. Just in this situation, the silence is rather comforting. The sounds of a crowd might have been overwhelming, but right now, it was just him and Mikael in front of him.

He might have to go and pull all the stops if he didn't want to look like a fool in front of everyone here. Not like this guy would take anything else.

Want me to start? He thought, the lights seemed to fade as snow and ice started surrounding them, a localized blizzard. While many wouldn't be able to stand this cold, the lack of visibility was more important to him now.

The dino tail was the real attack, an horizontal swing.

Let's begin

Wake me up at your own risk.

Arena - Khulan - Now Entering the Titantron

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Khulan cartwheeled out of the locker room about 30 seconds (she didn't count) before time was called. Her 'preparation' such that it was had been swinging on the ceiling and listening to the convos in the room. She'd done her regular exercises up to the day ,and would keep training after, not to mention had done actual street work. She did not need to cram and wouldn't.

Not to mention, she'd arrived in her hero gear. The audience was there and she was there. She came out in her colors. About the only adjustment she made was checking for the 1000th time that her cap wouldn't fly off easily. Other than that, this was in-ring action with no stakes (mostly). Nothing to worry about! Except harming Kit! But she had it together! And he knew his limits, right? (Not that Kit couldn't hurt her, but why worry about that?)

She drew angry beeps from the drone (well, quick beeps that sounded angry) from wandering off. She twisted and turned, trying to take in the crowd all at once. That made the straightforward trip to her square a tad not straightforward.

And Khulan tapped at and touched the hardlight barrier alot. It was orange and it was there. Also, she wanted to see if it acted like any building surface.

Not like Saint. Not to be unappreciative of Interceptor actually announcing things, but she had been kinda hoping Saint would at least watch them. The one extra hour for him to appear probably wasn't going to make a difference but still!

Whatever. Khulan made a show of pulling off her jacket, spinning and tossing & pasting it to a hard light wall, and posing all puffed up and with her hands on her hips, and with all her psychedelic colors free. She'd put on a heroic show anyway.

"Ready when Songblade is," she boomed in response to Interceptor even if he probably hadn't really meant the students to give one.

Edited by CenturyEye on May 8th 2023 at 7:20:59 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