[center] [hider=May the Schwarzes be with you] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e2/e3/bf/e2e3bfa761b5cc2f546a06a5c3d9c4d7.jpg[/img] [/hider] [h2]Monday[/h2][/center] The time: 7:30! The stage: The heights of Beacon Academy! The cast: >You two sure are amped up today, aren't you? Did something good enough to leave this poor old man in the dust happen? [color=ffcf40]"Heehee, we pulled a fast one on him!"[/color] [color=6ecff6]"He can't see through you if you pull the wool over his eyes."[/color] [color=ffcf40]"So what now?"[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Hmm... take in the sights, I guess?"[/color] [color=ffcf40]"Scout the perimeter!"[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Yeah!"[/color] April and Dawn Schwarz, rowdy little sisters at large with [i]nobody[/i] to rein them in! No elder brother, still returning from a short-notice cruise vacation. No mother or father, stuck finishing up a mission and filling in for the town's patrol until the evening despite their best efforts to make time, respectively. >Don't go getting into any trouble you can't handle, now. Your mom will kill me if she finds out, you know. Not even their sagacious, flippant Uncle-type chaperone, Tanner Oshino, was there to restrict their opportunities. Already having been called in as a last-minute replacement for his teammate and her loving husband, the psychedelic-shirted, unlit cigarette-chewing, perpetually scruffy blond-haired man found himself given the classic runaround that only a pair of fledgling super-powered teenaged nieces could pull off with aplomb. However, despite their cheeky actions of breaking line-of-sight (to their knowledge) and rushing off on their own, away from something that at least resembled a responsible adult, they held no hate or even dislike in their justice-loving hearts for their once-presumptive-tour guide. For Uncle Tanner's benefit, they typed out their response. >We'll >>Be >Fine! Would they? Probably. Were they truly on their own? Of course not! Here they were surrounded by the kinds of people they were aiming to be themselves, trainees rising to one day join the ranks of their mother, their uncle, and the type of people that their big bro hung around day in and day out. [color=6ecff6]"And honestly, if he can do just fine here, we shouldn't have an issue, right?"[/color] [color=ffcf40]"Of course not! There's nothing that nii-chan can handle that we can't!"[/color] With their confidence mutually bolstered, the twin terrors of the Schwarz household began their high-energy tour of the beacon campus, drinking in all the scenery, landmarks, and facilities that they would one day call their own. ... [color=aba000]"Well, I'm sure that's the plan, anyway."[/color] airily mused the paradoxically shifty-yet-dependable looking guy from within the branches of the sturdy oak, paying a visit to one of his favorite spots for a cheeky mid-afternoon nap back during his days as a student. He couldn't sleep there today, though, unfortunate though it was. He had a pair of adventurous Signalites to keep an eye on. ... ... ... His observations, and the implications behind them, turned out to be astute. In a matter of minutes, slightly aimful wandering had turned entirely into aimless wandering, and the two girls seemed to be more interested in taking in the fresh air of the high-altitude campus than doing any real hardcore investigative scouting. Boundless though their energy could be, but with nothing to guide it, it always fizzles. [color=ffcf40]"You think we could do some good cardio up this high?"[/color] asked April, currently walking along on her hands as opposed to her feet. A prodigal martial artist, such feats of balance and coordination had long been reduced to simple child's play for the tall, willowy girl of fifteen years. The yellow and black tracksuit and shorts, to their credit, did an excellent job alongside the school uniform underneath in surviving the unique challenges her orientation faced. Her younger sister, clad in a tasteful teal yukata, brought a dainty hand to her chin in thought. Her hair was, as with the rest of their family, straight, black, and host to a particularly stubborn cowlick. Caught in the sudden breeze, it almost appeared to dance in contemplation. [color=6ecff6]"I guess so, yeah, but wouldn't just living here do the trick too? Existing this high up would really speed it up, I'd say."[/color] [color=ffcf40]"Good point, good point!"[/color] April agreed with a casual nod in spite of her non-casual method of locomotion, ponytail swishing mere inches off the ground. [color=6ecff6]"Maybe these people coming up'll know! They look old enough to be students here, right?"[/color] [color=ffcf40]"Right, we should ask them!"[/color] They drew upon a group that had gathered on or around one of the benches on campus, featuring a red-haired woman with a cybernetic arm, a dark haired girl close to their ages with a stony, statuesque expression, and a third girl roughly Dawn's height that was accompanied by a taller, wary-looking man. This was a bunch that, obviously, could only be here for the same reason as them. [color=ffcf40]"Excuse us!"[/color] April called, springing off of her hands and back onto the balls of her feet with the ease that could only be attain through more repetition than anyone would think necessary. So easily, infact, that she launched straight into her introduction, raising a hand in greeting to the crowd that was quickly mimicked by her less manic little sister. [color=ffcf40]"I'm April!"[/color] [color=6ecff6]"I'm Dawn! And we were wondering something!"[/color] [color=ffcf40]"Do any of you guys live here?"[/color] [color=6ecff6]"If so, we were wondering how hard it is to breathe this high."[/color] [color=ffcf40]"But not how easy it is to get high."[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Drugs are bad."[/color] [color=ffcf40]"Stay above the influence!"[/color] These girls were many things, most of them positive, but none of them subtle or easily kept on message if allowed to bounce off of eachother. Not unless you were Mama or Papa. Few would blame their scruffy Uncle, then, for leaving them to their devices and electing to merely keep an eye out.