[IC] Second Academy for Public Dangers - OOC

[Crazy Guy]

Matthew quietly absorbed Kira's answers to everyone's questions, especially his own. One answer that piqued his curiosity was the one concerning shuttles bringing in crates of items, but he would have to poke and prod at that one later. For now, he figured that Miguel and Barbara should at least have some fun tonight before the Second Academy's administration decided to show off its more decidedly hellish and prison-like feel.

Well, it's your show, guys. Matthew transmitted to Miguel and Barbara. Since I'm not quite the go-getter of our little trio, you two can choose what we'll do today. Looking to his taller twin, Miguel simply gave a noncommittal shrug in response.

I don't really care what we do, as long as there's food and sleep at the end. Miguel replied.

Alright, let's make sure to secure a room by the end of the day. Matthew turned his head to Barbara, squeezing her hand to get her attention. Looks like its your show, Barbara. What shall we do today?

While he waited for her reply, Matthew surveyed the crowd with a nonexistent pair of eyes and ears. Upon hearing an open conversation, started by the one known as Shane, Matthew tilted his head in their direction and listened silently for the information Shane's question would yield.

Living drawings? Please tell me those are useful. Matthew snarked at the artist. Or at least look good.

[Animus]

March could only shrug sheepishly at Kira’s response. It was not exactly what he was going for. People were going to think he was a little kid… although that might not matter so much as he was surrounded by kids. First impressions were never his thing anyway.

Whatever Kira answered, March made sure to remember despite his look of disinterest. It did not hurt knowing more. He was particularly happy about the self-taught learning system. Back on earth he had always crammed the day before anyway, lessons were too much of a bore for him to actually pay attention to.

As everybody begun to shuffle back into their original groups, March gave a bemused smile when he realized how much the composition of his had changed. Kirill, Lucas and Rhys were no longer around and instead had been replaced by your friendly everyday supervillain, Cain Trimble who was hovering really close to their group. Had he not sounded nor looked like what he actually sounded or looked like, March might pictured him as a normal, maybe slightly nerdy guy because of his earlier demeanor when he asked Kira a question.

The silence was first broken by Shane.

"So what does everyone do? I can basically make living drawings."

Living drawings? That's a first.“Teleportation, as some of you might have saw,” said March. While some more conservative people might have preffered to have hidden their powers, March saw no need. His power was hardly affected by others knowing it. “This guy here, Cormac? His power is lame humor,” said March who then turned to face Madeline and Cain. “I’m actually quite curious about you two.” March took the liberty of including in Cain because he looked like a lost kid pacing around them.

[MrShoe]

Desmond looked around, people were clamming up into their groups again, he and Eva stood alone and while Desmond on his own was formidable, he was held back by the fear of Teeth gaining control in a fight. He and Eva would have to enlarge their own group, or join someone else's but he was not one to take orders. He eyed the bandanna kid again, asking a question of retaliation towards to guards. He seemed tough enough and Desmond whispered quietly to Eva "We'll have to get some other people on our side sooner or later." With a deep breath before doing so he gave a sharp whistle and spoke. "Hey, Bandanna. Come over here." Desmond nodded to where he and Eva stood and introduced themselves. "I'm Desmond Freeman and this is Eva Ashton. What's your name?" He stuck his hand out for a shake and waited for the intimidating kid's answer, hoping it wouldn't be violent.

[musicway]

Babs wasn’t interested in any few answers in particular, though the information as a whole was admittedly useful. These facts, she could have gathered herself, in time, though having the intel spilled right before her on her first day certainly wasn’t detrimental, and it required a lot less work in the long run. It was strange how forthcoming Kira Aberdale was in her responses though, sometimes even adding extra snippets to the answers she gave. It was like she was trying to develop a repour with the new crowd, or maybe she was simply ‘like that’.

The girl’s mind wandered back to the last time she had friends. It felt like such a long time ago, and with all that had happened.. time wasn’t the only thing that separated her from them. The opportunity to make new friends, though generally considered a positive experience in a new environment, only filled her with more trepidation. Having to start again.. Having to start everything again.. It was harder than she had imagined.

I’ve lost empathy, she thought, somewhat sadly.

Though the realisation wasn’t particularly a surprise, it spurred her on to discovering a second truth; that maybe she didn’t want to make friends after all. That sometimes lonely was easier. She’d had enough experience with it since then, after all.

Her gaze wandered to Matthew’s own, though it lacked strength. It lowered at first, the nerves getting the better of her, then momentarily regained its severity, remaining pinned to his. It was still distant despite the way she held herself, and had an air of guilt about in the way that her brow had unintentionally creased in the middle. He was a nice guy.. Too nice. She almost felt like she was breaking up with him.

You guys do what you want, she started, and gazed past him in the direction of some of the other students. But I’d rather find a room before anything else, instead of running around wasting time.. Thanks, for.. I don’t know. Meeting me.

Before he could form a response she cut him off with the turn of a shoulder. With surprising confidence she stepped off in the direction of the dorms, back the way they had come. It was too likely a possibility, but she hoped they wouldn’t cross paths again.

I’ll see you around, she added, and severed their connection.

[Crazy Guy]

"S-see you around." Matthew could barely get out the words before Barbara disappeared, making her way towards a dorm that the young man had a sinking feeling she did not want to share with the twins. He was so confused by the output of her mood when their hands separated. First, she felt nervous around the twins, which was understandable as Matthew had broken into her mind and took her hand in his own in the space of an hour. Then she started getting comfortable around the two, which Matthew believed was because of his brother's friendly presence compared to his own. And now, in the moments before she left, he could tell she was experiencing some sort of...emptiness, and resignation that for some reason compelled her to part ways with the Garcias, perhaps permanently.

This hurt Matthew on a level that he didn't know even existed until now. He felt betrayed and broken up inside, though on the outside one could only see the shimmering in his eyes before they were harshly blinked away. Sensing his brother's discomfort, Miguel sent a message to probe his mood.

What's up, Matt? We'll see her later.

R-right, of course we will. There was a shakiness in his tone, something Miguel rarely heard from the self-assured database of knowledge that his brother represented in their life. To hear him like this was an alien experience that instantly set alarms off in Miguel's mind.

You alright, Matt?

Of course I am, Miguel! This rebuke was harsher than usual. Come on, let's get to a gym. We could use some exercise?

You mean, you need to blow off steam? Matt-

Move, Miguel. We need to workout. Aloud, Miguel sighed in resignation. His brother would tell him his troubles when he so desired.

Alright, then. We can use it to get a hunger before the party starts.

And get you into a shower. You smell terrible. Aloud, Miguel laughed for a moment before fading into chuckles. There was the snark that he knew, even if its tone wasn't completely invested in wit at the moment. They would be just fine, the two of them.

Like you're one to talk, Matt.