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The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

That could happen ICly... you guys thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Nah, man. Hugs, not drugs.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Spiff? I do not understand what you mean.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

After growing old and relying on technology again, maybe he'd genetically alter himself into a half Kryptonian (or clone himself and Clark Superboy style before taking his clone down, cuz he's Batman). Or perhaps he'd turn to the sons of Batman and treat it as a religious order. Hmm.. we should write a short story collection about this.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

So I assume Grayson is in his thirties or fourties, Bruce's fifties or sixties, Tim's probably in his thirties, Damian in his twenties?

If Bruce is still running around, an excuse could be a Lazarus Pit.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Raphael ^Crosshairs Linden

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Star City; The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development

Tuesday, October 28 2015

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At breakneck speed, Raphael charged through the courtyard of the Academic Quadrangle, stomping on the freshly mowed grass and feeling the moisture creep into his socks. He was sure they'd have a green stain whenever he stopped.

In his left hand was a breakfast burrito, one of many that he'd saved in case he'd need to make a sudden escape. He kept them in a minifridge by his bed. Storing any food in the shared kitchen of the dormitories was a mistake. Evidently not even having the greatest detectives and champions of justice known to the world within a hundred yards at any given time was enough to deter a hungry teenager. In his right hand was his cell phone.

The iPhone 12S he was holding was actually running an application called "TeachSeek". Despite sounding like a study aid, it was based on an application called "CopSpot" from the previous decade. How it worked was there was a map of a city, or in this case The Corrigan, and people would ping their location every time they saw a cop. Rather than a cop, it was a signal to help students evade the staff and any snitches who couldn't mind their own business. All of the good troublemakers had been using it for years and students gifted with software, particularly prestigious math students, had been coaxed into helping it learn the patterns of the staff.

For all they tried, the staff couldn't change their routine enough to invalidate it completely and most would not cross the line of hacking the program. Most of those who would cross the line were either apathetic to it or incapable. It was by no means perfect, though. Shapeshifters were mistakable and sometimes people simply didn't make reports.

Today it seemed that the halls of the Lab and Technology Wing were clear as crystal. So he was free to charge down the hallway at his leisure, a little too quickly for any teachers inside the classes to spot him once he passed by and shot up the staircase.

His instructor, Miss Harper Rowe was fairly popular among the teenage boys of the campus. Unlike most of the Batfamily, she actually seemed gothic out of costume. Her comparatively young age made her an object of interest, moreso than Donna Troy or Renee Montoya. But the reason she was more talked about than, say, Stephanie Brown for example, was her choices in makeup. Somedays she looked as ugly as a dog, but others her pale complexion offered a flattering contrast against her hair and leather.

He was three minutes late and entered the room. All eyes were trained on him like rifles ready to fire.

"Fancy meeting you here, Mr. Linden. Care to join us?"

"Yeah, sure. Why not?" He halfheartedly answered before turning his eyes to the floor and strolling to his seat.

"What kept you? Forget to wake up again?" the girl to his right teased.

"Nah, was just on the phone with your mom too long." The girl's face morphed to instant disgust and Ms. Rowe snorted from her desk before trying to hide the laugh.

"Beatrice, be a good trice now and listen up when I'm teaching. Unlike the arts, what I'm teaching is probably going to save someones life."

Raph laughed victoriously. It was no real secret who the teacher's favorite student was.

Beatrice slid Raph a note that read "When you're done banging the teacher put in a good word for the rest of us." Raph gawked at the print before forcing a smile.

Nightrunner's New Inoculous CS Hibernation Thread

| NAME: |

Theodore 'Ted' Xian

| ALIAS: |

Keratin Kid

| AGE: |

15

| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |

The first clue he isn't human is when you look into his eyes and spot the bloody red color. If he goes too long without shaving, he grows long whiskers instead of a mustache. His leg muscles are adapted to be springy and powerful, capable of sending him bouncing along his way at speeds around sixty miles per hour on average. He has slighly larger than average feet, just big enough that he has to custom order his shoes. These large feet are very good for diffusing forces from his high jumps and falls hard enough to break a non meta-humans leg.

Outside of these more obvious traits, he has superhuman perception on all five senses. His sight is literally sharper than a hawk's and he has functioning night vision. He can smell as a bloodhound does. He can hear a pin drop from the next room over. His balance is also phenomenal.

Because of his lack of any inherently offensive powers, he has taken up kickboxing. Because of his superhuman leg strength, normal techniques are difficult because attempting a block may result in your arms being shattered.

| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |

Every single day, in order to stay alive, he needs to ingest at least half of a carrot. The combination of vitamins and minerals meet his requirements of sustenance far better than any other vegetable, though he is known to snack on lettuce and celery. Without a carrot, he will show signs of weakness the very next day. He has very high nutritional requirements and an ineffective digestive system. Because he refuses to eat his excrement as rabbits do to collect unprocessed nutrients, he must make up for it by volume of nutrition.

Also, the size of his feet make walking normally difficult. Therefore it is more convenient for him to hop from place to place. While it looks silly, it is faster anyways. At his very best, he can jump fifteen feet vertically and around twenty-five feet horizontally.

| SAMPLE POST: |

X

| NOTES: |

• Carries pepper spray
• Has a three inch long golden carrot pin he attaches to his shirts.
• Some would argue that he has a superhuman knack for cooking, baking, and mixing drinks. The secrets of the Xian clan include a variety of family recipes.
• Has extra strong hormonal inclinations to breed.
• Has a measure of rabbit DNA
• He likes carrot juice

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Yep. They also have Sa'tan, making it highly likely that at least a few suffer from horrendous hallucinations before being kicked out or confused as to who they are in the first place (S'tann should make someone believe they're a student to mess with them). But at least its not Malefek on security.

The other reason I didn't write more is because I didn't want to tie anyone up and stall with a collab, unless it were a one-off Titanpad thing. I just know that we're heading into an arc scenario.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

@Lord Wraith I forgot to tag you last I asked.

How many classes have graduated to Titanhood?

What's the enrollment process like? Invitation only? By recommendation?

Do they come out losing their secret identities since they all go to the same school? Like, can the average Joe just walk in, get to know students and walk out knowing their actual IDs before piecing together that they have a secret ID of some sort? Or are the only people who call it the JL Academy people who'd keep it a secret?

Is there any particular place/class I should send Crosshairs to for first period or shoult I wait for the next GM post? Cuz, I'd have written more, but didn't know what I should've put down. So.. yeah.

NPCs: Can we make up other students if we have scenes to write out but don't want it from interaction?

Nightrunner's New Inoculous CS Hibernation Thread

| Name |

Richard Kennedy

| Nickname |

Rick; Ricky

| Alias |

Polestar

| Age |

18

| Abilities |

Flight

By manipulating the Earth's magnetic fields, he is capable of atmospheric flight (like invisible web-slinging), raising his own body by exaggerating the magnetic draw he has to the sky (or surrounding materials, the Earth's core included). He can achieve relatively high speeds in doing so.

Magnetoreception

Just as a pigeon and other migrating creatures can navigate the Earth, he is savvy to his own location throughout the world, thanks to his brain automatically determining his location relative to the planets poles. A side effect is that he also can 'see' metals around him without ever looking at them with his eyes.

Metals

As one would expect, he is capable of moving metals and other magnetic substances (frozen oxygen, lodestone, etc.). Thanks to magnetic fields he generates, even non-ferrous metals can be effected. He can even reshape affected objects, usually to a great bend. They can be lifted, pushed, pulled, and even left levitating if he remains somewhat concentrated on the task.

| Limitations and Weaknesses |

There is relatively little danger of his body being ripped apart by magnetism as he soars through the air, being tugged by competing forces that stabilize him. He has developed a sense of balance comparable to a bicyclist, but much more complicated. If he were to be targeted by external magnetic forces suddenly directed at him, it's likely he could have an accident. It is actually easier for him to fly in areas away from metropolitan areas, because of the lesser interference.

The actual limitations of his ability to manipulate volumes of metal are ridiculously high. On the contrary, ripping them apart by spreading uneven measures of magnetic force is a more looming issue. If he were to attempt to lift an airplane, no problem. Deflecting a comet, relatively doable though it would require a critically large amount of time to gather sufficient power. On the other hand, lifting a train would be difficult. Its length would force him to awkwardly reach out and likely fail to support it correctly, resulting in it falling apart. The same can be said for architecture.

His magnetoreception works in tandem with his knowledge of the planet, effectively acting as a GPS. Like a GPS, if an environment has changed, if something changes venues, or if something has moved, he won't automatically know (obviously). If he finds himself on another planet, it would work identically. He would know the shape of the planet and where he figures into that, but that is where the assistance of his powers end and manual observations must begin to fill in his gaps.

| Sample Post |

Richard Kennedy can't stop sweating. He sees a thousand familiar faces, but knows that he's never met any of these people. Not the bratty one, the fatty one, the hairy one, nor the hungry one. None of them were ever his friend and he had no place with any of them. Outside of his friends, the ones he got to know, the ones like him, the ones gone missing, he had no connection with anyone it seemed. He couldn't tell if the problem was that no one he'd met appreciated him for who he is or if the problem was that he didn't know who he was supposed to be in the first place.

So he got on the internet. He googled stupid questions. "Who am I?" "What's my personality?" "What should I do with my life?" But all he could find were stupid answers. "Get a job." "Make friends." "Fall in love." "How am I supposed to know?"

"Ugh," he exhaled, rolling around in bed and burrowing his face into his pillow and halfway hoping that he'd suffocate.

It was hours 'til school would start again. Hours 'til he'd have a real reason to get out of bed. 3:00 AM, just early enough to be inconvenient and just too late to really let him get a decent amount of sleep in. A harsh breeze knocked a tree branch into his window, spurring him into an awkward pose with his wrist twisted under his ribs.

| Notes |

• The surname Kennedy is a reference to Ryan Kennedy who portrayed Cosmic Boy in the television series, Smallville. My portrayal of Richard's appearance as Polestar is based on that.
• The name Richard is a reference to Cosmic Boy's name in an adventure where the Legionnaires exist in the modern day as normal students discovering their abilities. Rokk Krinn goes by Rick Crane.
• The students of Corrigan find it confusing that he's not a clone nor from the future and often mess up his identity. He goes by Rick, Ricky, Richard, and Polestar.
• The Legion of Superheroes is probably my favorite team of superheroes period, I was introduced by way of the animated series. Wish DC would do away with Justice League 3000 and return my beloved Legionnaires to me.
• His powers and appearance are consciously meant to resemble Cosmic Boy. He (along with everyone else) once believed he was the founder of the Legion before being set straight by Superman.
• I like Cherry Pepsi