[center][h3][b][color=E948FC]Danni Kingston[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c05a6-440b-74fb-8c82-0f88875f7ad5.webp
[/img][hr][b][color=E948FC]Location:[/color][/b] Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
[b][color=E948FC]Magic Items:[/color][/b] Kingston-Grey Bracelet 
[b][color=E948FC]First Day Fit:[/color][/b] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019c05a9-f1fc-77e1-a451-3c2daf18eeed.webp]Black Jacket, shirt, skirt, and knee high black combat boots[/url]
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The first semester of his third year at Margaret Carter certainly exposed Danni to the thrills and terrors of super hero work better than the entirety of the first two years and Danni was so, so excited to see what this semester had in store for them. How would it one up a supervillian, death of a timeline, winning the Contest of Champions, and returning Genosha to the mutant people? There was only one way to find out!


As with every time they go back to school, Danni was a scattered mess the night before. Running around with manic energy, one wrong tone away from full on hysterics, searching high and low for something he’d just packed away and forgotten, and in everyone’s hair as much as possible. His invaded everyone’s personal space far more than normal, touching and hugging and bothering even after he’d been told over and over again to calm down, and once he’d laid down for bed, even Amélie bit and head butted him until he actually laid down, stopped rolling, and settled on his chest, rumbling contently to lull him to sleep. 


After he’d gotten his coffee the next morning, he’d been an excited bundle of energy again, pulling people into spontaneous dances and singing at the top of his lungs as he got ready for their first day. Black leather and layers for the cold, sparkle all up and down the arms and back of the jacket, multiple necklaces and a few rings to highlight everything, and knee high combat boots with wool socks. Danni was determined not to have a repeat of last semester - where he’d set Spicy on fire, nearly ruined Dee’s birthday, and nearly exploded in flames when he’d been startled - so he packed an extra can of EZ Fire Spray in his day bag just to be safe. An excited Danni was a dangerous Danni so better to be prepared (and if it was actually Pops who pointedly looked at Danni as he put in the extra can, who would know?)


It wasn’t until they were just about ready to portal out and Appa presented homemade, intricately piped cookies of themselves that Danni finally suffered his biannual ugly cry. It wasn’t that he hated going to school. His siblings were there, his friends were there, he was learning to be a hero but. It wasn’t Pops’s fond exasperation at whatever pranks the siblings tried that day. It wasn’t impromptu lip-sync battles with Papa when he had a show in a few days. It wasn’t cooking side by side and swapping terrible puns with Appa. It wasn’t story time with Pa after a trip, going on about all the strange things he’d seen. It wasn’t family game nights and the smell of fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls. It wasn’t French Quarter, all friendly faces and laughter, of sad times with lots of help, with a community that cared and loved everyone in it as best it could. 


It wasn’t home. 


So Danni sobbed an entire semester’s worth of tears. He clung to his parents and only cried harder when Papa joined in, swapping laughter and sobs in equal measure as Amélie voiced her concern loudly and aggressively forcing her way in to grumble and rumble and screech as the water on his face. It was gross and snotty and relieving as all the pent up energy broke loose in the tidal wave and Danni had to take another half hour to get the redness around his eyes under control, touch up his make up, and feel a little more settled in his skin before they portaled over. And even with all that, Danni was still a little clingy and teary eyed as his parents popped back across the country and had to wave air into his eyes to dry them. 


Still, he snapped a photo of the three siblings after he'd calmed down and sent it out to the Excelsior and the Round Table group chats. 


[hider=Excelsior] 
Danni: (Attachment - DAD in their dorm, beaming at the camera while pressed cheek to cheek)
Danni: Hitting the carnival!!!!!
Danni: Hot choci with the siblings
Danni: And then we're on the way for priiiiiizes
Danni: Amélie also misses her friends!!!!
Danni: (Attachment - Amélie in her onesie and in her carrying strap across Danni's chest)[/hider] 


[hider= The Round Table]
Danni: Hewwo!
Danni: It's your favorite!
Danni: (Attachment - Amélie in her onesie and in her carrying strap across Danni's chest)
Danni: And me!
Danni: (Attachment - DAD in their dorm, beaming at the camera while pressed cheek to cheek)
Danni: We're roaming around!
Danni: Don't be shy!!!!
Danni: Come say hi!!!
Danni: Gunna get hot choco first!
Danni: :D[/hider]


Unfortunately, Danni's hot chocolate stacking faced a unique challenge he failed considering: Amélie. Taking after her daddy, Amélie loved snacking and marshmallows and cookies and sprinkles all counted as a snack. Anytime Danni's stack got high enough for Amélie to reach without leaving the comfort of her swaddle, Amélie bit into his creation and leveled it flat again. Danni tried raising it up, holding it further away, moving it as he built but either he spilled the toppings or Amélie got them. Finally he pouted and resorted to snacking on them himself, Amélie's pleased grumbles soothing the sting of losing. 


[color=E948FC]“Well, I’d say we need a rematch, but I'm not leavin’ my baby behind so its a moot point. Unless Dee can do sonet'in’, you're t'e ‘ot choco champion t'is year.”[/color] Danni sighed dramatically, taking a sip of his drink and letting Amélie sniff at it. Amélie whined and lapped at it, letting out a happily little chirp. Danni fished out his phone as it buzzed and gasped with a bit of the drink sloshing over. 


[color=E948FC]“Wha… I t'ink I'm hallucinatin’. Omg, someone do t'e eye t'ingy on me. Gotta make sure I don't ‘ave a ‘ead injury! Actually on second t'ough, everyone be proud I ‘ad a second t'ought, maybe don't considerin’ what ‘appened last time. But we gotta go ‘elp Spicy! ‘e's gotta be dyin’ or somet'in’. Do you t'ink ‘d ‘as cancer?! Do you t'ink ‘e's got pnuemoania?! Or maybe, maybe ‘e's ‘avin’ a reaaaaaally bad ‘air day. Omg, omg, omg we ‘afta-”[/color] 


[Hider=Siblings + Percy]
Danni: Where u at?
Danni: We don't know where u are!
Danni: R u okay?
Danni: R u hurt?
Danni: Is ur hair really bad?
Danni: I can bring a hat![/hider]


Danni fired back a slew of texts back singled handedly and looked up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice complimenting his sister's hair cut. [color=E948FC]“Omg it looks so good right?! Everyone [i]loved[/i] it when we revealed it t’ough, like, it def needed another touch up cause I did it at 6am and no one should be functioning at 6am but it looks so goooooood and I am very proud of myself for it.”[/color] Danni cut in, puffing up at the compliment to his work. [color=E948FC]“Oh, wait! I know you! You were at t'e party! ‘eeeeeeey, what up? ‘ow you doin’? I love t'e vibe ‘ere, sups casual, sups sleek like classy vaca, ya know? ‘ave you met Amélie yet? You can pet ‘er but she does get a little snippy when she eats so probs wait til we're done wit’ t'e chocolate. We're ‘bout ta go on a rescue mission, wanna come? Idk where Spicy is t'ough but ‘e used [i]emjos[/i] and normally ‘e texts like an old man so t'at means its a [i]real[/i] problem, like a wardrobe malfraction or a terrible ‘air day! It's t'e most important t'in’ we could do all year! Oh, ‘ello btws. I'm Danni, t'is is Dee, don't t'ink we actually met!”[/color]