Almalthia

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

What she's wearing at the party.

Dress

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Karen Gillan would be Siobhan

Mythological Guardians

Club Nyte Main Room

Noir VIP Room

Adam; Oliver; Jamison & Bastion

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Locations: Apartment; Club Nyte Main Room; Noir Room

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Interaction: Remi Alpha (@Elzcea); Elliot (@Trowa); Amy Whitley (@Elzcea); Ashly Morris (@Elzcea); Valarie Bowen (@Elzcea) & Becky Harrison (@Trowa)

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Mentions: Ophelia James & Beatrix Kennison

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Adam smiled at Elliot “You are correct. I do not just want a drink with a long time friend. I find myself in need of your talents. Please if you would follow me to the Noir Room.” Adam will lead the way through the crowd to the Noir Room and motion Elliot into the bar. “Excuse me I have one more thing to attend to.” Adam excused himself and went out to meet this new waitress. On the way he met Fia. “What do you think of her?”

“She’ll fit in.” Fia seamlessly mixed drinks and poured wine almost seeming to have eight arms.

“Alright then if she passes the interview she gets a crash course in the Noir Room. Tonight. Ophelia and Beatrix need some help. There are more than I planned on showing up.” Adam motioned to Becky and lead her to his office. “So Miss Harrison why Club Nyte?” Adam watched her respond.

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Oliver wandered around the Main Room looking for a quick witted companion to spend some of his hoard on and get a refreshing look at existence. More often than not he did not get the conversation he longed for. Looking over he saw a pleasing form in what one would label “business casual”. The pencil skirt clung in all the right places and her black hair was stark against her white neat button down. Oliver’s eyes zeroed in on the 5 inch heels that she was sporting and grinned. Gotta love a sexy pair of heels. Oliver strolled over to the lady in question and leaned against the bar catching the bartender’s eye. “Scotch, neat.” He got his drink and turned to her and smiled. “Remi plays a mean base. Her solos are the stuff of legends. If you’d like to meet her and the band then you’re in luck they are relaxing in the Noir Room with some hot shot VIPs. Not that they matter, but I’d be happy to slip you in. She’s pretty amazing and meeting her could be the highlight of your evening. Plus I need some good conversation and you look like you’re up to conversing on a level that I’d appreciate. What do you say? You meet Remi. We talk. I cover your tab and you go home safe...and if you want alone.” Oliver smiled harmlessly, or as harmlessly as he could, he was after all a dragon.

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Jamison pushed the curls out of his eyes and sighed as he got up to the entrance to Club Nyte. “Jamison O’Neal.”

The bouncer scanned over his list and highlighted the paper. Supposedly Jamison’s name. “Thank you Mr. O’Neal enjoy your evening.”

“Thanks mate.” Jamison nodded and went inside. He soon saw Oliver chatting up a woman with dark hair and sitting next to her was an adorable little redhead with NERVOUS written all over her. Her hands slightly shaking from all the people around her. His heart melted a little in sympathy he wasn’t big on crowds either. He much prefered the solitude that the ocean provided. He decided to do the little skittish filly a favor. Boost her confidence a little if she took it the right way. Jamison walked over to the petite redhead and tapped her on the shoulder so that she’d look at him. As she looked up into his eye his breath caught and he saw her eyes were the color of the ocean. He was stupefied for a moment and tried to recover his wits and all he could come up with was… “Lass you’ve beautiful eyes. The color of the waves off the Isle of Man in bright sunshine.” His accent thick and seemingly a blend of Irish, English and Scottish accents all in one. His voice was like water over rocks in a steam and the comment was so low that only she could hear it. He smiled genuinely and pointed to her drink. “You set me on fire lass I might need to put myself out. Ya see a sunbeam put the torch to me. A Sunbeam disguised as a fairy queen. But ya canna fool me I know a sunbeam when I see one.”

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Bastion blew his hair out of his face and glanced over at the blonde groupie that he caught the name of earlier. Valarie. She was pretty hot and she looked like she needed a drink to cool her down. He grinned at her and strutted over. “Hey Val want a drink? I know a kick ass bartender in a room that isn’t so crowded and loud. Wanna come? I’m buying.” He flashed a lady killer grin at her.

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Mythological Guardians

Club Nyte Main Room

Noir VIP Room

Ophelia James; Beatrix Kennison & Adam Nyte

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Locations: Apartment; Club Nyte Main Room; Noir Room

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Interaction: Each Other

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Mentions: Eric Weston (@Trowa); Brandon Weston (@Trowa); Amy Whitley(@Elzcea); Remi Alpha (@Elzcea); Elliot (@Trowa) & Bastion Kennison

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Ophelia’s alarm clock went off and it opened her playlist to Spice Girls “Say You’ll Be There”. Rolling over she sighed and thought it was apropo since she she had just broken it off with Darren since he wasn’t getting it. Why can’t I just find someone that gets the fact that I am looking for a stable serious relationship? Ugh enough moping. Today will be different. I can feel it. She popped out of bed and got clothes together and turned it up as “What a Feeling” came on. Opening her door she yelled at Bea. “Let’s go woman!!! You make us late again and Nyte will fire us!!! I need this job!!!”

Ophelia heard the resounding thunk of a shoe hitting the wall and left her door open as she ducked into the bathroom and showered.

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Beatrix heard the strains of Journey as she pushed up from a nice fine dream. Matthew McConaughey and his shirt off...well any way she wanted it was pretty much...yeah. Late? Did Lia just yell about late. Shit!! Not again!!! “I’m up you slave driver!!! Thank goddess that we have seperate bathrooms or I’d be screwed!!” Beatrix bellowed back. Grabbing her work uniform of a white button up tux shirt and black slacks she headed for her bathroom to the strains of the Doors “Hello I Love You”. Thank Goddess that I don’t have to wear that get up that Lia has to wear!! Its bad enough that Lia is stacked enough that she looks like an hourglass but hell she has the body for it. She plays it up well with the glasses she looks like a good girl playing a bad girl.

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Ophelia was just putting her black stiletto heels in her bag as Bea was tapping her oxford wingtips. She had on the red suspenders looking sharp and Ophelia grinned. “You know that is just pushing the dress code.”

Beatrix smirked. “Matches my lipstick. Besides it looks fab on me and I give it a little personal touch. Gotta make sure they don’t confuse me with any of the other bartenders.”

Ophelia raised an eyebrow moving out the door grinning and chuckling. She caught sight of some guys across the way moving in. Twins. Not bad either. “Come on let’s get to work. You sass machine.”

Beatrix locked the door and did a quick glance at the guys Lia was looking at. “Humm two-fer rebound?” She wiggled her eyebrows and motioned to the twins as she walked to the car.

Ophelia blushed and hurried after Bea so as not to get caught staring. “You have the mind of a loose woman Bea.”

“And the face of a saint. Confuses the boys. Besides Lia you have the ‘Sexy Librarian’ thing going on. Plus it doesn’t hurt that we both took dance together. If Nyte found that out we might be working the floor like Fia and Milo.”

They pull up to employee parking lot and get out. They swipe in and rush over to an open computer and find that their stations have been changed. They looked at each other in surprise and shrugged. “The Noir Room? Have you ever been stationed anywhere but the Main Room?” Ophelia looked at Bea.

Bea shrugged and tapped Fia who was a little asian female with green eyes. “Fia hey girl. Question are we dressed decently for the Noir Room?”

Fia looked at them both and shook her head at Ophelia. “You’re fine Bea just need a hat...think Marlene Dietrich. Ophelia needs to grab the Monroe and the opera gloves from the closet. No one is in there yet so you have some time. Nyte got everyone an outfit for each room you guys have just never worked that room. Good luck ladies.” She winked and walked off.

The girls ran for the closet and found a cute top hat and braided Bea’s hair out of the way. Ophelia stared at the famous white dress and heels. She pulled her hair out of the braid that she normally kept it in and swept it back from her face and put it up in a chignon and leaving pieces out curled them in loose spirals that hung in random places. Brushing her back which was now bare. Well there goes my bra. At least the dress has one built in. But I feel like Hilary Swank in that backless dress since that’s where this dress starts. Plus its a halter...great.

The girls walked out of the bathroom and practically walked over Adam.

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Wow. Glad that Oliver told me to switch them over this will convince even the staunchest opposition...well if they like females. “Ladies you look lovely. I hope I’m not over assuming your abilities of dealing with about 15 to 20 guests in the Noir Room.”

Beatrix smirked and shook her head as Ophelia replied, “No sir. We can handle anything.”

Adam nodded and smiled. “Good. This way please.” He lead them to the Noir Room and got them set up behind the bar. He backed off to observe the girls and nodded looking around for Oliver and/or others.

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Ophelia adjusted her neckline for the third time in a ten minute timeframe. “Stop it. You look great and you won’t pull this off if you don’t quit fussing. Reach in there and find that Marilyn that is in there and let her out for tonight.”

Ophelia stuck her tongue out knowing that Bea was right. Sighing she looked over as Milo came in with more liquor. Remi and Bastion were playing and you could hear the band as the door opened. They seemed like they were having a great time. She hoped that Amy who they had pressured to come out tonight was alright. She made a worried face at the door and Bea caught her.

Beatrix sighed and looked at the door. “Amy has to learn sometime how to be independent at some point Mother Lia. Quit henning her and she’d be fine.” Lia shot her a dirty look and she laughed softly holding her hands up like Lia had a gun and said ‘Freeze!!’. “Okay quit henning her so much and she’ll be fine. She might just make a new friend or heaven forbid get a boyfriend.”

Suddenly the door swung in and there was Remi was stalking gracefully to the bar grinning. Beatrix and Ophelia both grinned and waited for Remi to come over to them.

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Adam checked his watch and went to the back of the Main Room trying to blend in and not succeeding but ignoring those around him. He didn’t acknowledge the offers from women and men that he was passing on. None stirred his interest. He waited for Elliot leaning in the center of the wall directly in the back of the Main Room. As he noticed Elliot he pushed off from the wall and met the Warlock with two fingers of a 50 year single malt scotch in a tumbler and a glass of ‘red wine’. He handed over the scotch saying “Hello Elliot. Good of you to come. Scotch? Glenlivet? Fifty year. single malt.”

Mythological Guardians

Club Nyte

Adam’s Office

Noir VIP Room

Oliver Tarion & Adam Nyte

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Location: Club Nyte; Adam’s Office

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Interaction: Adam Nyte

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Oliver walked into the office barely able to hear the pounding base of the nightclub. “Impressive Adam.” He scanned the surroundings and noted Adam’s taste ran to the old fashioned. He approved. Then again he and Adam had been friends for at least a millenia. The man had to have good taste. Oliver smoothly walked around the desk and sat down in the quasi-Victorian chair behind it facing Adam who had walked in and hovered at the doorway. Oliver propped his elbows on the top of the desk and laced his long thin fingers together. Resting his head on his chin he tilted his head bird like, in a predatory way, and smiled at Adam. “Did you contact the Warlock? You know we’ll need a bigger place than this to set the meeting at. I’ve invited all the Mythos that are currently leading their species or the last thereof.”

Adam raised an eyebrow and smirked at Oliver hiding his irritation that Oliver had taken over his space. But that was Oliver was one of the few remaining dragons and one did not let a dragon know something they did bothered you. They might eat you, burn you to a crisp or just do it every chance they got just to get a rise out of you. The old adage of ‘Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and good with ketchup.’ was mostly true. The other ‘Where does a real live dragon sit? Anywhere he freaking wants to.’ was very apropo in this case especially. “Of course I contacted the Warlock. It took some string pulling but it was achieved. And I agree this office is far too small for the plethora of Mythos that will be attending. I have requested that he make an adjunct to the Noir VIP Room that will only be detectable by Mythos or via magic. And before you say anything yes a Fated One will be able to see it as well. We’ll be having the first meeting in the Noir Room and after that in the adjunct.” Adam looked at his watch. “He’s due to arrive at 11:45pm, which is in a few hours. I’ve had the room closed off and on ‘Reserved’ status so that we can meet and he can do his casting. I have the Mythos on staff covering the room.”

Oliver thought for a moment. “Don’t you have some humans on staff? Pretty ones? The blonde and redhead?”

Adam nodded. “Yes. Beatrix and Ophelia, respectively. Beatrix is a bartender and Ophelia is a waitress. I employed them because they could have been models but had more sense than that and because...well sex sells...or the appearance of it does. As far as I can tell they both have a very high standard and I’ve never seen them with men. I believe they are finishing college soon and may just move on to better things. Trust me if I could keep them on I would. My business has quadrupled since they arrived.”

Oliver grinned. “You forgot to mention that they smell divine.”

Adam cleared his throat. “Yes well that is neither here nor there.”

Oliver pinned Adam with a very serious look. “Have them work the room. I like them, old fashioned names and all. Besides,” Oliver stood and came around the desk to sit on it stretching his long legs out and smiled wickedly. “You said it yourself. Sex sells.”

Adam groaned inwardly and closed his eyes and tilted his head back and sighed. I am so not insured for this kind of damage… Looking back at Oliver he nodded and threw over his shoulder. “Follow me to the Noir Room and I’ll inform the staff.”

Oliver stood up and crossed to the threshold and his six foot seven inch frame practically dwarfed Adam’s six foot even height. “I know the way. Nice thing about being silent partner, you know where things are.”

Adam glared at Oliver as he stepped out into the hallway that lead to the club’s main room. “Don’t make me regret it, Ollie.” Adam stalked off and heard a chuckle and something about being riled enough for pet names. Adam stopped by a station computer and plugged in the room swap for Beatrix and Ophelia, then went to inform the staff on site. When the girls clocked in for their shift they’d be informed as to where they were working tonight.

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

Uná O’Brian & Crispin Lincoln

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Location: Academy Front Courtyard

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Interaction: Phoebe (@MarshiestMallow), Ben Parker (briefly...so far@YoshiSkittlez) Crispin Lincoln (@YoshiSkittlez)

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Uná hugged Phoebe quickly hoping that was okay. She was a hugger. Really it was physical contact for her. It made her feel better and had a significant impact on lessening her nightmares. Which could be deadly. Uná pushed those thoughts from her mind and moved through the crowd toward where the boy who bumped into her wandered off.

Uná was able to watch him pull out his phone and text then try to put it back in his pocket. She watched in curiosity as he shook his hand lightly like he was trying to flick off the phone, which didn’t budge. He then shook his hand more violently. Huh? I wonder what is up. Uná watched as he pried it off his hand only to lose the front in a beautiful arch that slammed into the blonde guy Uná had seen when she got out of the car. Uná winced as she heard the phone land on the guy’s face. And glanced at the reaction from the blonde guy hoping to stop a fight if one escalated. Mr. Hottie looked like he was apologizing to the blonde that she had dubbed Mr Smooth Operator. As Mr. Hottie was speaking something yanked him away.

Uná was stunned at how quickly he disappeared and suddenly a few people looked toward where she was sure Mr. Hottie was at. He was dodging a yellow lab as she got there and yoink gone again. She sighed and reached over and righted the bench. She smiled at the others who were just all staring in wonder. Probably wondering what happened. She looked at the boy who looked a little lonely. She smiled at him as she put her stuff down and put her hand out “Hi I’m Uná O’Brian.”

The young man had plenty of time to react before the bench tipped over, and even found a small amount of amusement watching as the accident-prone boy whizzed all around the campus. What he wasn't prepared for, however, was a young, red-headed woman approaching him and helping to lift the bench right-side up once again.

His icy eyes located her hand, extended out for him to shake, but the pale boy shook his head subtly no. He didn't want to harm her. He had no reason to. He never said anything, not to anyone. Even at his job it was always nods or shakes of the head - subtle and yet universal gestures that could get his message across to almost anyone provided they were paying him enough attention. But it was all surface communication. Even with his own mother, or the Penguin, there was never any need for regular (let alone deep) conversation.

Eyes darting then from the girl to the stolen backpack that had fallen to the ground when the bench tipped over, Crispin hesitated before grabbing it up and slung it over his shoulder, directing his eyes back towards the girl and gestured towards the bench, wondering if she would like to sit.

He could feel her warmth... How he longed to be warm!

A heat syphon - that's what he was. He felt heat off of other people's bodies. It took every ounce of willpower for him to not take hers as his own in an effort to warm up, surely it would kill her. But if he had learned anything by freezing over the bus of people before arriving here, is that it didn't seem to help. Nothing seemed to help. He was destined to be cold forever.

Uná was a little perturbed. He didn’t want to shake hands? She pulled her hand back and looked at it looking for some dirt or something offensive. She looked up questioningly as he grabbed his bag and was able to see the boy she’d been following was wrapped up with a girl. Uná grimaced and sighed. Of all the rotten luck of course. Well at least I found a comfy seat.

Uná looked to see the pretty blonde with really nice eyes indicate the bench like he was wondering if she’d like to sit. Uná smiled and sat her stuff on the opposite end and slid over not trying to crowd him just incase he was germaphobic. It was pleasantly cool for some reason around here and she liked it. Maybe it was a natural breezeway or something. She smiled brightly at him and said “So what’s your name?”

His name? His first reaction was to point to the nametag stitched onto his work clothes, but recollection of events prior had him pausing. He drew his lower lip into his mouth, thinking, eyes bouncing every which way before he eventually released his lower lip and held up a finger, indicating for her to wait. He then turned out his hand, palm flat not three inches from his lips and blew out a stream of fast air that instantly converted into light, floaty ice.

Using both of his hands, he rearranged the small chunks of floating ice to spell out his name -

Crispin.

Uná was stunned the ice was beautiful and his name evoked that sense of coolness in the air that she felt when she sat down by him. “Crispin. That’s a very apropo name considering your gift. That is really pretty. I wish I had the control you do. Almost killing your parents with lack of control is pretty frightening. I can create very realistic and interactive illusions, but apparently only while I’m asleep. So literally my dreams come true. Unfortunately my nightmares do too.” She shook out of her pensive serious mood and looked back at Crispin. “So are you shy or are secretly a monk that has taken a vow of silence? Come on Crispin talk to me. I promise I’m not as bad as I look.” Uná winked at Crispin and smiled warmly.

Lowering his hands from the ice art he had created, the name dissolved into a small flurry of tiny snowflakes before being picked up by the wind and blown away after deciding to sit down on the very edge of the bench, putting his backpack between himself and Uná, just for the sake of keeping her from touching him accidentally.

Crispin nodded his head, intently listening to everything she had to say. She was interesting. He could listen to her talk about herself for hours. That’s just what he did - he liked to listen to people talk. But when she made mention of his own choice to not speak, he shook his head no. Warm smile or not, he just simply couldn’t find the words and found that he didn’t really even want to. Instead, he lifted his hand level to his eyes, a good eight inches away from his face, and with his opposite hand, rotated his fingers around his fixated hand which looked to be holding onto some kind of imaginary pencil.

The air around his hands began to swirl, becoming more and more visible as the temperature once more took a plunge around them. After a few moments, an ice sculpture began to form in his steady hand, a stem growing from between his fingers that eventually blossomed into a crystalline rose-shape. Finished, he held it out for her to take, but before she did, he set it down on the bench between them gently before withdrawing his hands back into his lap.

Uná picked up the crystal rose and smiled at Crispin. “I’m sorry if I offended you Crispin. I talk too much but you don’t seem to mind. Thank you for the rose it’s beautiful.” She smiled and turned to dig in her bag. “I have something that might cheer you up. Let me get it out.” Uná leaned and reached this caused her foot to lift off the ground slightly and slide over to touch Crispin’s shoe. Uná hissed a bit and jerked her foot back like something stung her, as she got out a pencil and fresh notepad so that Crispin could write if he wanted to. She also grabbed a Twix King size she put that by her she was going to give him half of it. She grinned at Crispin and held out the pad and pencil. “Here. Now you can write a reply if you want. Wait let me write my name and number on it so you can text me later if you want to talk...or listen to me talk.” She laughed at herself as she wrote her name and number on the pad and held it out to Crispin for him to take.

Her touch… Crispin immediately recoiled the moment he felt her foot coming into contact with his. Shoes or no, he knew enough to know that a touch of any kind could prove deadly for anyone, or anything with even the slightest amount of heat. He had to remove himself as quickly as he possibly could. Standing and staggering back a few feet from her, Crispin’s already pale face drained of any color left, concern and sorrow knitting into his features as he looked her over, trying to surmise if he had hurt her in anyway. He wanted to say it, to tell her that he was sorry but the words formed in his Adam’s apple, only to get swallowed back down as they refused to rise any further.

“Crispin? What’s wrong?” Uná bit her lip and set down the notepad and pencil on where he was sitting. Then she added the Twix on top after she took half. “Look...sit down and tell me what is wrong. Let me help. It’s what friends do. We are friends right?” Uná looked concerned and was trying to smile through her worry. What is bothering him?

He didn’t move to sit down. Instead, he quietly pointed at his foot, and then hers.

Uná was a but confused then remembered the sharp sting that she’d just had on her foot...in her shoe. “Okay I think I understand. You have a very expressive face. Super cute too.” She winked at Crispin. “I’m okay just a little sting nothing major. I promise I’ll live and be happier for it on top of that. So you had been sitting and everything was fine. Nothing happened why don’t you sit back down and we can get to know each other better, hummm?” Uná indicated the pad and pencil as well as the bench itself. “Did you know that technically there are thirteen constellations in the zodiac?” She waited for him to look interested and pointed to the bench again. She leaned in and stage whispered. “I’m not telling you more till you sit down.” Then leaned back and grinned her eyes twinkling like that stars that she was talking about. “Besides Twix…had to share. That’s what friends do.”

Hesitancy written all across his features, Crispin eventually eased himself to sit back on the edge of the bench, pulling his backpack towards him a bit more so that it rested against his leg and lower torso a bit. Just in case.

Carefully, he took the notepad and pen from her, his eyebrows furrowing at the strain of numbers she had written down under her name. What did that mean, exactly? He wasn’t entirely sure. Looking back up at her as she talked about constellations, his light blue eyes blinked before he quickly jotted down Ophiuchus on the pad and showed it to her without handing it over to her. He had read many books on the stars back at home. At the very least, the Penguin had allowed him into the library when he wasn’t needed. Books became his favorite kind of friends very quickly.

Uná looked at the pad of paper with the ‘13th constellation’ on it. She grinned and nodded happily. “Yes!! How did you know? I love Astrology and Astronomy!! I wanted to be an astronaut so badly when I was younger!! But having the power I do is not conducive to even brief life in confinement. Sadly my dreams were lost. Now I don’t have dreams...literally. Meds. I wish I didn’t have to take them...and that is why I’m here. To pretty much keep my thoughts in my own head. Why are you here Crispin?” Uná kept eye contact with him the entire time and wanted to pull him out of his shell. See him smile genuinely maybe…maybe be lucky enough to hear him laugh.

He’s pretty now but I’d bet he’d give Mr. Hottie a run for his money if he’d just smile. He reminds me of those old gothic romance novels. He’d make a perfect Mr Darcy if Darcy were mute.

Crispin put the notepad in his lap and then joined his two hands together, like a book, portraying the act of reading before he dropped his hands back down. Hopefully she would understand that he knew her answer because of his love for books. Or… something like that. Her other question, however, had thim thinking. Why was he here? Well the obvious, to at least him, was to escape his mother and the Mr. Cobblepot, but his brief interaction with her foot against his earlier had him remembering that it was just too easy for him to hurt people. His face fell, somewhat dejected, and pointed to her foot. He wanted to learn how to control it - or at least to just feel warm for once in his life. Whichever was easier; he couldn’t possibly have both in this world.

Uná watched him mime reading and grinned. She liked reading too among other things. She was a very physical person since a lot of comfort could be given in physical interaction and helped hold off her nightmares. She thought about that as Crispin pointed to her foot looking dejected. He must be in the same boat she was in. Control. It was heartbreaking to think that he’d never been hugged or even touched due to his power. Her grin slipped away and she nodded. “Ah I see. Control. I’d like that too like I said keeping my dreams in my head and not outside it would be nice. Well as we learn to control our powers we can see how far the other has come. So what do you say Crispin; would you like to be my anchor? I’m a hugger and I know I can’t hug you right now but maybe once you get the control you need I can give you a hug?” She was on dangerous ground here. She was so self conscious that she practically whispered the last part since she didn’t know how he was going to take it. Maybe I should have kept that to myself...oh damn… She didn’t look away but she smiled weakly realizing that she probably went too far but it was already out there and she had problems sometimes with not speaking whatever was on her mind. Her mother thought it was cute but sometimes it got her into trouble.

Crispin hesitated for a moment. His only friend back at home, Darlene, she had taken it upon herself to get close to him; to be there for him and talk at him just as Uná was. And after months of bonding, all it took was a single moment of contact for him to take her life away. He couldn’t do that. Not again. Not to Uná.

His shoulders slumped as he watched her. He could practically feel her emotional levels changing as she expressed her want for physical contact. He felt the same way. But he just couldn’t bring it within himself to hurt her like that. But… but if this school was everything he had read about, the teachers could help him, couldn’t they? And he wouldn’t have to worry about hurting anyone ever again. So slowly, he nodded his head up and down, if only to give himself something to look forward to in the future. He would like a hug. Very much.

Uná grinned and nodded happily as a sharp announcement overhead cut through the crowded and noisy students, the female voice seeming to come from everywhere. ”Will students please gather in the main courtyard. Headmaster Wayne has some important messages to deliver.”

Uná’s eyes widened as she looked at Crispin. “If you don’t mind can I walk with you? My other new friend Phoebe has this creep hanging around and I don’t care for him. I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself…” She blushes. “Never thought I’d say that about myself. Keep the pencil and pad of paper, that will let us talk if we need to.” Uná waited till people cleared out of about a five foot radius and tapered off toward the designated area. She looked over at Crispin and gathered her things. Putting on her backpack she grabbed the handle of the rolling suitcase and grabbed a bag that looked just as heavy and the last bag that she transferred to the top of the rolling case. She didn’t really have a free hand to offer Crispin so she tilted her head to the backs of the students walking off. “I’m pretty sure we’re good to go now and shouldn’t run into anyone now. Come on Crispin we can do this!!” She sounded all excited and bubbly her smile as bright and warm as the sun.

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

Rembrandt Val-Jean LeBeau AKA Cupid & Arlic Aarvack

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Location: Academy Front Courtyard

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Interaction: Arlic Aarvack (@dabombjk), Ben Parker (@YoshiSkittlez)

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The jostle was unexpected but Rembrandt rolled with it shifting back to position. Jacques scolded the guy who ran into him but made no other moves. A ticked ferret around his neck is not something Rembrandt enjoyed so he calmed Jacques down. “Calme mon pote. Aucun mal fait, juste quelqu'un qui ne regardait pas où ils allaient.” Rembrandt murmured in french. He smirked at Arlic and scratched Jacques behind his ears and was rewarded with a nuzzle. “Ah mon ami. Da powers I waz gift’d wit’ dey be like ma faders.” Rembrandt flicked out a playing card from a hidden catch in his sleeve and brought it up eye level. King of Diamonds Rembrandt charged the card in seconds and flicked it up into the air and the card exploded with a loud pop and Rembrandt grinned as the others around started and couple of girls even screamed. At least he hoped they were girls, nothing like being outed at school before the first official day.

Demolitions was something he was a natural at and was very tempting to join the military. Blowing up things was easy though not much of a challenge. Which is why he liked using a boa staff or a bow and arrow. Looking around smirking at the people staring he winked and blew kisses at the girls.

As Arlic phased from solid to go through and back to solid again, he smiled and withheld a very loud laugh. He had a feeling that this guy was either going to become someone important or someone everyone fears. Or not. Arlic mentally dismissed his thoughts away, no use trying to predict the future within seconds. “That was...neat.” Arlic ran a hand through his hair. “Although not very discreet. But hey, I’m not judging.” Arlic was silent for a second. He had a hard time understanding the explosive frenchie, so some guesswork would be needed. “Seems like this is gonna be a fun school. If you do end up blowing anything else up, if you let me know ahead of time I am willing to lend a hand…..so to speak.” Arlic chuckled. “No one will have a ghost of a chance to catch you.”

Rembrandt chuckled as well. “Eff I don’ play by de rules den’ ma dad’ll keel me. No sense in takin’ away de bes’ ting dat e’er happen’d to des school. You stick wit’ ol’ Rem he show you ho’ ‘es don’. ‘Sides ‘es you kno’ w’at de say, yes? Go big or go hom’. An’ chéris dey love a little bang now en den, eh?’

A sharp announcement overhead cut through the crowded and noisy students, the female voice seeming to come from everywhere. ”Will students please gather in the main courtyard. Headmaster Wayne has some important messages to deliver.”

Rembrandt looked at Arlic and smirked shifting his duffel bag. “Well mon ami we bes’ do as de lady says.”

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit”, Arlic said dramatically. Arlic did not know yet if he believed in God but at that moment he thanked every possible God that could exist for bailing him out. He did not understand a word Rem said. “We should go. We can save blowing stuff up and ghosting out for after the big reveal.” Arlic walked with Rem towards their destination, speaking to him as they walked. “Can you believe we are gonna get to meet Bruce Wayne? Personally I have always been a bigger fan of NightWing but its still cool to meet NightWings mentor.”

Arlic put his hands behind his head as he walked. NightWing is his favorite superhero but he neglected to mention how he did disagree with NightWings methods at times. Not that his methods were bad, but he thought that the Red Hood was more effective at times. That topic waged war inside Arlics mind at times when he thought of what his moral compass was more aligned to. He wanted to be able to do what was right in times of great heroism, but if you simply removed a piece on the board wouldn’t that be a more permanent solution?

Mythological Guardians

Name: Bastion Kennison
Species: Human
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Close Up

Typical Outfit

Personality: Always on the move, Ladies man, Outgoing, Brash, Opinionated
Biography: Currently a drummer for the band Lobos, which unknown to him, is a werewolf band and his best friend Remi couldn't find a really great drummer for the band...so human drummer, go fig...anyways they play at Club Nyte a club that is secretly a mythos club. He is Beatrix's older brother and is roommates with Remi in the same complex as Bea and Ophelia.

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

Jocelyn Victoria Beatrice Harmon AKA Tonic

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Location: Academy Front Courtyard

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Interaction: Thracius Laufey (@MarshiestMallow), Svanna Laufey (@Vicier) and J’son Yondu Quill (@Vicier)

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I want to slap him. I want to be violent. And I confronted him. All because I can't deal with her hurting. I've been there and I know the pain she's in. I've gone and royally screwed up helping her but he's such an ass. I hope she falls in love with a human and tells her brother off. Better yet I hope he falls in love with a human and she tells him off.

Tonic looked up at the girl with friendly sympathetic eyes. “I am truly sorry you're suffering and I apologize that you witnessed my outburst. If you need anything, no matter what it is, let me know. I'll help, no strings attached. I'll be around Daughter of Loki.” Tonic smiled genuinely at her and waved as she walked away blithely turning her back on the boy, because no man would act like that, and his dog not a bit worried about watching her back.

Tonic touched the top of Duke's head and he fell in line with her as she walked slowly back to her car. This is so unlike me. I never start something. Something about him set me off, but what? Ugh I hate being confused!!! Tonic shook her head and bit her bottom lip as she got back to her car and leaned against it. She looked around as people were forming up and gathering closer together. She sighed. I don't even know what I'm doing here. This is probably a dead end anyway. I don't fit in and shell-shock and hormonal teenagers are probably a bad combination. I'm not a fighter, I'm a healer. Why should I put myself through this? I got through basically ten grades in five years. I have Duke I'm not alone. I've got a car and my stuff I could just disappear back to Canada. ... ... ... ... No I have to give this a shot. Besides this isn’t supposed to be easy.

Pushing off the Stingray she marched across the courtyard motioning for Duke to follow. She was so turned internally that she didn’t see the tall curly haired brunette that she ran into. Nor did she hear the sharp announcement overhead that cut through the crowded and noisy students, the female voice seeming to come from everywhere. "Will students please gather in the main courtyard. Headmaster Wayne has some important messages to deliver.” Tonic ran into him hard enough that she reached out and caught his arms hoping to stop herself from falling knowing that unless he was able to catch her she was going to land at his feet. Tonic didn’t really want to land at his feet.