[u]Poppy Flanagan[/u]

Poppy followed Theresa over to the group exercises. She didn't particularly like capture the flag, or any other gym game for that matter. That was one thing from school she did not miss. However, if her roommate was going to participate she would as well. For now she just tagged along behind. It was surprising to see the giant lizard would rather play than fight. [i]How is this fair...[/i] Now she definitely didn't want to play. Even the youngest one there, a boy with wings and claws looked more capable than her in physical regards.

[u]Vespera Spindel[/u]

Pretend fighting was useless, so was games. Vespera decided she'd sit out Adam announced the second activity. In the mean time she would stay with him and get a basic evaluation. She had no intention of showing anyone her true nature. That would come when the true sparring began, in the arena. Once a few people go she would then step into line. Certainly Adam would prefer not to work with her, but that was one of the reason it was so fun to cooperate. If she played nice he couldn't deny her, after all it was his job. She gained more mastery, and he had to live with the fact that he helped her. Win win. People like Valjean who just wanted to be all tough were missing out on the true pleasures. The wounds that strike deepest are not always of the flesh. Especially in a place like this. Of course she knew she wasn't mentally scarring Adam or anything, hardly. Plenty of others were more soft, weak. She would listen, observe them, see what makes them tick. While there wasn't always a way for her to play on an opponents physical weakness, those of heart rarely failed. However her own natural chemistry was off kilter, a unique psyche often compared to sociopathy. She had diagnosed herself as being closer to a psychopath, and it bugged her a little that most didn't seem to know the subtle difference. What a shame. In any case Vespera openly embraced it, found strength in it. She was not going to be outdone by 'regular people' meta or not. Every edge would be hers so she never had to be afraid again. Training by training, battle by battle, privacy invasion by privacy invasion.

[u]Karlie Davis[/u]

"Alright! It was about time! [i]Lets see anybody stop me in this outfit! I'll run them over![/i] After making some revving noises, Karlie took off, well like a racecar. And she got going pretty fast too. Not too fast or she'd have a hard time stopping. Given enough space she could get up to actual racing speeds. Thankfully she had a boost in damage reduction so she was less likely to get hurt. The part that was really fun though is that once she got going her damage reduction got amped even further, that and she got a considerable inertia boost allowing her to ram things larger than herself and win. Most of the time. It ultimately depended on how much bigger it was, and how as fast got going. Now she wasn't looking to splat anybody, but somebody like Henry might be able to take it. Even better was the fact that Victoria was riding him. [i]Wonder if she's up for a game of chicken...[/i] It didn't matter. Her plan was to join the other team then rush the flag as soon as it started. [i]On second thought maybe I should get some more distance... except then I might over shoot the flag. Whatever.[/i] At least that way she'd be prepared if and when somebody tried to stop her. This game was hers! Though she'd be a good sport either way.

[u]Zack King[/u]

The only thing that interested Zack was power training. Thus he followed along with Adam and the others. He didn't like the idea of showing others what he could do, and certainly not going first. When somebody else went (and hopefully vacated), he would go up and do his best at least not to let on to exactly what he could do. He could pretend to have any number of manipulations with his power. The only problem is what he wanted to work on was something distinctly different. [i]I guess I could pretend that sending stuff flying is my only power. If asked maybe I could whisper or some shit.[/i] Anyone else could think whatever they want, if he looked unsure so be it. Because he truly was unsure, about being at this school. Everyone that had tried to 'help' him use his power, and a number of others, really just wanted to use it themselves. A few succeeded. Walking out unconvinced might mean him catching the next boat out. [i]Sure would miss the grub...[/i] He thought to himself. Then he waited for somebody to step up so he could.