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Mr Allen J said
I like how everyone is reacting to the Headmaster's speech just the way I intended them to.


Fuck your plans.
"The life of the dead is placed on the memories of the living." -Cicero

Henry Olin



Henry's eyes watched the headmaster. His every movement was noticed and every small detail was analyzed. He was bullshitting it. He knew it. So did the headmaster, and he was willing to bet that most of the students thought so as well. Henry shook his head as the Headmaster exited the stage. That wasn't enough. Not for him, not for the students, not for Vera. His respect for the headmaster fell even farther. He could've spoken about Vera, he could've told everyone what happened, he could've been a bit more meaningful to those who knew her and acted as if he cared. It was... disheartening to hear what he said. And a few seconds after the headmaster left the stage a few students began to gather their things and leave.

No. He wouldn't let that happen.

He pushed his way through the stream of students, and up onto the stage. Each foot he placed had a purpose, and he seemed to be moving faster than normal despite walking the same pace. As if he was floating. He had tunnel vision and forgot everything that was around him, save for his goal. The microphone. As he approached he swiped it off of it's stand and spoke into it. "Students, may I have your attention." Henry began. Many of the students who had been leaving stopped and turned to look at him. With so many faces Henry's resolve began to falter. "I, uh, I have something to say." he said, a small amount of fear in his voice. Their attention didn't dwindle, but a look of apprehensive distrust crossed some of their faces. Henry took a deep breath, which could be heard through the microphone, and steeled himself for what he was going to say. "My name is Professor Henry J. Olin," he began. He took another deep breath. "I've lived on the Academy for well over a decade now. I've lived here longer than some students have been alive, and I've witnessed my fair share of accidents." Henry slowed to a stop for a moment, to let the students gather their thoughts for a few moments. "I came to the academy when I was thirteen years old. One of the students who had come to the academy for the first time with me on that fateful trip was Vera. She wasn't a full student like me, but ever summer for twelve more years she'd come to the academy and every one of those twelve years we would meet. In 2002, twelve years ago for those of you who aren't math majors, there was an incident at the shipwreck," he scanned the crowd, meeting eyes with several students as he did so. Ben, Deborah, Jago, the kid with unnaturally colored hair, and more. "One of the ships collapsed on itself, resulting on eleven deaths, and well over a dozen injuries." he said.

"What you don't know, is that if it weren't for Vera, I, and many other long time students, would probably not be here right now." He said. "Vera was one of my best friends. She saved my life and many others, and became a nurse at the school after that night. She wasn't even a teenager yet and she had done more for other people than most people ever do in their lives." he said. "Everything she did was to help other people. I don't remember one day that went by that she didn't place another person above herself at least ten times." He said. "There would be times I'd go visit her in the hospital and ask her how long she had been working, and she'd have forgotten to eat and sleep. She'd have been working for three days straight one time! She had a purpose, she had a drive for helping others I don't think I've ever seen in any other human before. I hate to admit this to myself but I don't think I'll meet a person with her drive to aid others ever again." he said, his voice catching in his throat for a moment. He had a ragged breath for a moment, before he recomposed himself. "I'd ask her why she worked so hard and she'd tell me 'If I sleep I might miss the opportunity to help someone'. She was one of those people who user her power to help every person she met. She was a hero." He said. His eyes met Nicholas' for a moment, before moving back to the crowd. "I found her in the cafeteria on Tuesday night the way she was and I broke," He said, letting the whole room fall silent for a moment. His eyes met Jago's again, and he spoke. "Sorry for the outburst toward you by the way, Javuant." he said, causing a few students to lightly chuckle. Henry, not wanting to loose momentum, continued. "I don't think I'll ever fix that part of me again. There's no way TO fix it," he said, shaking his head. "There are some things that I can't let go." he stated.

He lifted his arm and pointed in the direction that the Headmaster had gone off to. "Headmaster Dellamorte had some good ideas. Travel in groups, act smart, don't go anywhere without telling anyone." he said. "That's smart." He pointed in the direction Dellamorte had walked off to again. "But there are things he said that I. Can. Not. Let. Go." he said, his voice had an edge to it by now. He had momentum. "I'm not going to pretend that nothing happened, and that the school's the same, because it's not!" he yelled. "There's no Vera in this school anymore, this ain't the school I grew up in any longer," and said, taking a breath again. "So I'm not just going to play pretend. I'm a an adult. Pretending is for children." he said. "Adults fix the problem and I'm willing to bet some of you had a hard time sleeping the last few nights. I don't blame you. I woke up three times last night." he said, trying to make the point that even he, one of the most powerful people on campus, with his size and practice with his power, was scared. "Blackmore's in the crowd here. I know it, and he's probably going to come after me when I finish. Fine, he can do that all he wants, but right now I'm going to use Dellamorte's own words against him." he said. He hit his chest with his free hand, which had previously been pointing. "I am a Professor here at the academy. I am a member of the staff." he said. "So what I am about to say is within my authority. I'm going to be doing my own investigation to find who did this to my friend. I don't know about you, but I don't trust anyone the Headmaster hires to investigate it because I don't want this being pushed under the rug. I wont settle for my friend being forgotten." he said. "So I'm asking you, the students, to tell me if you happen across anything that could interest me. I'm not telling you to investigate anything. If you do, I don't condone it, but please do it safely and in groups." he said. He hoped that they would realize that he wasn't telling them not to either. He was finding a loophole in Dellamorte's words. "If not for Vera, do it for yourselves. Do it so you can put someone to rest, and allow yourself and everyone else on the island to rest more peacefully."

He placed the microphone back into it's stand, and looked into the crowd for a few moments longer, before leaning down his neck to speak again. "We will find this person. Whomever they are. That, I promise." With those last few words spoken, Henry walked off stage and out the doors. He had a feeling he would hear from someone for that, but he didn't care. If they didn't care for Vera, he wouldn't care for them. Simple as that.

He was Henry Olin. He didn't let anyone be left behind.
SerpentGear said
I actually thought when you said 'drink' you meant alcohol, too. It's like unless you specify it as 'pop' or 'soda' you're doomed to give people that impression.


There are two kinds of people.

One hears drink and thinks alcohol, the other thinks water.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
I know I'm looking forward to it. I understand everyone's busy right now with the time of year we're at. Happy thanksgiving, and if you're not American, happy holidays!
Claire would do it, assuming there's minimal risk. Ben... wont be happy if something goes wrong.
Depending on what direction the collab takes I might jump in.

In fact I probably will just to fuck with Allen.
Henry Olin, & Dana Alcott



Henry's attention was brought away from the nothing he had caught himself staring off into. His sensitive ears picked up that his name was being called. He blinked and looked over to the person who had said his. He turned his large reptilian head over his shoulder, his neck long enough so that he could manuever his skull without having to turn his body at all. Flexability and an elognated spine were one of the gifts that came with his transformation. There was no one at eye level, so his eyes dropped downward. His yellow coming to meet with Dana's blue. He blinked again, his eliptical pupils thinning and expanding into various variation of a slit, before widening out into an almost circular orb.

She had said something. He looked her up and down again, processing what she had said before turning to look back at the auditorium's empty stage. "No, we haven't." He stated simply. He hadn't forgotten what she had said. He was sure she hadn't forgotten what he had done. And he wouldn't forget the help she game him in doing it. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding before looking back down at her. He worried for her mental state. Less about with the Vera incident, although that shone through innately, and more so about how she fared in the darkness, where no one could see her. "...How was the blackout for you?" he said, trying to start up some conversation for her. They were close. They always had been, and while it was a bit of a touchy subject for Dana to discuss she had decided long ago she trusted him enough to confide with him what happened to her. He hoped that her comfort with his being, despite being the opposite of cuddly, was still there.

The blackout, oh right. Dana found her blue eyes wandering downwards before looking back up to Henry. She blinked and coughed, pressing a palm against her lips. "Me?" She asked, rather awkwardly. "I..." She trailed off. Well, this isn't a good way to catch now is it? Everytime the blackout was even mentioned Dana felt weak. Not physically, but mentally. Like there was all the things she could have done to save Vera, but just couldn't. It made her feel... Ack, she honestly didn't know. But, while she wasn't there for Vera, she was there for Aislin. That was a difference in her eyes. "... I was guarding a friend," She spoke proudly, because it was honestly the most she could feel proud of. "Aislin. She... got into something after she left the hospital..."

The edges of Henry's lips turned upwards at Dana's remarks, and he nodded his head. "I thought I smelt her." he stated. His sense of smell was around that of a blood hound's, and like a real dog, he never forgot a scent. He still recalled exactly what an Irish student smelt like, that he met at a party well over six year ago. He remembered the scent of those who he came to the island with. He walked into this room and was able to distinguish exactly who everyone was, and where they had been based upon how dispersed their scents had been. His tongue flicked out, tasting the air. It was how he sensed Vera to begin with. He had tasted the blood in the air. His sense of smell was by far his most powerful sense and he could, in a way, see through his tongue and nose. He leaned down and smelled Dana's shirt, retracting his head at the alien scent mixed with the smell of rain and Dana's clothing softener the she used when she washed her clothes in combination with her shampoo. It was too weak to make our distinguish, but it was there. He stood back up to his full hieght again and looked over the the stage.

"I wish I would've been able to do the same. I guess there's only so many people I can take care of in a day." he commented, a mixture of a smile and a frown on his face warping his expression into something foreign. "I'm glad you two are okay though. I'll probably be speaking to Adam after the speech, you dont mind if I ask what happened, do you?" He wanted her to tell him herself, but if she didn't want to, he would ask Adam. If she didn't want it known, even to him, it was probably in his best interest to not ask Adam about the scenario unless he brought it up. He wanted to respect Dana's wishes though, whatever she replied with.

What happened? Dana thought that was a better question for Aislin, but she might as well repeat what she was told. "Okay." And there was the fact that Henry would most likely ask someone like Adam and get his question answered. "There was... a woman, I don't know who, but Aislin claimed she made that child fall and transform into that godforbiddened beast...." Dana's head darted off to the side, her curly head of hair shook in rhythem. "... She went back to the cave where it all started, and met a strange man. I... don't know what happened from there, but he attempted to kill Aislin, before getting killed himself." Dana felt the strength to return gazes with Hery now. "That was when I showed up, and got her back to the school, and vowed to protect her."

Henry was quiet for a moment. "I've seen a lot of shit." He commented. "I've seen kids snap and got on small scale rampages, I've seen some kids make a mess of themselves and everybody around thim in this school." He said. "I've seen people die, more people than most will ever see, luckily." he said. "I've even seen what the inside of my leg looks like while a ship was collapsing around me. I though I saw one of my best friends be crushed right in front of my eyes." he said. "But it wasn't until Tuesday night did I find a cold blooded murder." He said. "And it wasn't until now that I found out I wasn't the only one to see one."

He shook for a second, his eyes closing, one of his huge breathes escaping his nostrils with heat and power behind his diaphram's movements. "I dont know whether to be upset that more than one passed Tuesday night, or happy I'm not alone." he said. Most of Henry's life he had suffered in silence, it was better that way. There was no need to put his anxiety and anger and frustration on others. It wasn't often that he didn't suffer alone, and whenever he didn't it was always because of something so terrible it couldn't be taken by one person alone. He had face this conundrum before. "This isn't the academy I've lived most my life and grown up in," Henry continued. "...Dana,"

"I'm scared."

Honestly, Dana couldn't say that anyone was prepared for the death of Vera - like Henry, Dana has seen... strange things. Like herself. When she looked into the mirror when she was ten and saw what she is in the dark... She shuddered. She hadn't gotten over it to this day. But the death of Vera? Dana never experienced the death of a friend before and she never knew it would hit her this hard. She had lived in bliss, and was hoping that she would never have to see the evils of the world. But that only caused it to feel all the more crushing when that ideal fell to pieces. Dana sighed.

"I'm..." Dana groaned, since she was looking for the words to say. "Terrified... this isn't the academy I grew up in anymore, is it Henry...?"

Henry made no response, he seemed to not move for a few moments before he slowly sank down, resting on his haunches next to Dana. He was a little higher than she was, even at this level. He scooted next to her and wrapped one arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him and into his shoulder in a hug. "No, no- it's not." He said, relaxing his arm but not pulling away entirely. He had thought he lost a friend at her very age right now - Chris. He was fortunate enough to get him back. He knew that Vera would never come back for either of them. Not after what he saw. "But I promise you I'll be here to get you through it. Every step of the way." He said, locking eyes with Dana and attempting a comforting smile that was lopsided and melancholly.

But he was here. And he never went back on his promises.

These words... Dana didn't know if they were empty words to make her feel better, or had some meaning behind them. She has lived a life-time of pity because of her disability, and right now it was... blurry... to say the least. It was for the best she took it at face-value for once and move along with it. "Thank you, Olin." Dana said, looking up to Henry. "I really needed that." She meant it too. Henry here was the person she was the closest to, and easily one of the kindest people on this island... But there were all the unkind and malicious people here as well. Dana has a few suspects.

"Henry, can I talk to you about something...?" Dana leaned in closely, talking quietly, she knew his senses were so keen he'd be able to hear her. "I don't want to point fingers but..." She started tapping her fingertips together awkwardly. "But do you know who would have killed Vera? I-I... don't really want to talk about it, but I believe it's Vespera...." Dana quickly scanned the room, hoping to find everyone's evening spider. "That woman... that woman is malicious, and she scares me...."

Henry was silent for a moment. "A good suspect choice." He commented, thinking. "Whomever it was looked like they used a knife. There was a lot of... wounds, when I found her." he said. "Too sharp to have been made by claws. Whoever it was also wore boots. I couldn't find their scent throught he smell of blood." He said. "It could've been her. She is smart, cunning, exactly what you would think from a spider." he continued, his voice low. "If she is the cause, she cant be ruled out based on lack of intelligence." He said. "My only question is why would she do it? Vespera is shallow and self driven. I doubt she'd kill another for fear of me hunting her down." He said. Vespera most insect based meta humans always had an inherent fear or distaste for him. His mere presense put them off. Reptiles were the top of their respective food chains, and preyed upon nearly anything they could fit in their mouths, and then some. "She seems like the type of person to do it... but she doesnt have the motive. Vespera's too self concious behind closed doors." he said, more to himself than to Dana. "If it had been Vespera, if she had gone far enough to do it, she would've stayed to feed." he finished. "The puzzle pieces we have done match up."

He momentarilly realized that if he had killed a person he would've stayed to feed. He didn't doubt any animal meta human would hunt down or kill another without the intent to reap the benefits of their labor. He shivered at his thoughts. He had just admitted to himself that if he had killed Vera, he wouldn't eaten his fill of her corpse when he had finished. That scared him even more.

Maybe Henry has a point... or maybe he could be wrong. There was something wrong with that woman and everyone on this island knew it. But why would she do it? Motive was where this all fell apart. Perhaps Dana was simply attempting to shift blame to Vespera because she was the easiest. "I understand Henry." She nodded. "I just..." Dana coughed. "Nevermind." She cut herself off, figuring there was no point in even continuing this. Motive or not, Dana was going to keep her eye out on Vespera.

"I'll keep an eye on whatever the investigators find. You'll be the first to know if another clue comes to light." he said. "...Thank you for showing interest though. I... I'm sure Vera would've liked to know that someone cared."
I dont know what to tell you there, I've been working on my post on and off. Waiting on the collab to be posted before I make anything final.
Ben and Claire Voss



Claire woke up in their bed alone.

She yawned, and stretched, the night shirt she had on moving up and revealing her midriff and belly button as she did so. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and rubbed them, momentarily looking around. She was taking college classes, and had requested that the alarm be muted in favor of the ones they had bought themselves since they didn't need to be woken up early every morning. She hit the alarm on her side of the bed, as to silence it before it went off. She had no classes today, but Ben had accidentally crushed his yesterday, and he normally had classes on Thursday mornings. Well, save for this morning because of the speech the Headmaster had planned. They had heard the announcement the day before.

She looked over to Ben's spot on their queen sized bed. Normally she just about slept on top of him because he radiated unnatural, but comfortable warmth. He had somehow managed to slip out from under her without waking her. For man his size, he shouldn't be able to do that. Her ears perked up, the shower was on. She stretched again, cracking her neck, and slid off the bed. She wore nothing but a Jurassic Park nightshirt that Ben had bought at some point and panties. But she didn't care much. Half the time Ben walk around their home in his trousers or went commando in jeans. She walked over to the bathroom, and opened the door to poke her head in. Most of the time Ben was singing some song wordlessly. But right now Ben was just... standing there in the water, facing away from her. His hands at his sides, not moving. He barley looked like he was breathing. His slightly tanned skin looked almost pale. She frowned, and left the room, grabbing her latrines and the clothes she was wearing today. Ben walked out a few minutes later wearing jeans. The lip of underwear could be seen just above the hem of the jeans, which sagged ever so slightly, like they were meant to. No commando today, it seemed. His upper body was bare. She looked him up and down and smiled. Not caring for his muscular body and more so laughed at the spongebob bandaids that covered his forearms. She shook her head, and moved into the bathroom to do her business.

When she returned, Ben was sitting on the bed wearing his usual getup of his work shoes, white tank top, and the brown leather jacket he had worn since as long as she could remember. He looked up at her, his big brown eyes looking over her attire. She struck a pose. "Like what you see?" she questioned, giving him a coy smirk. She wore simple blue jeans, with boots. Above the belt she wore a simple grey shirt and a slightly darker grey hoodie, which was very thin. Obviously more for looks than actually protection from the nonexistent cold. Ben gave her a melancholy smile, but there was a silence in the room. No words were exchanged, not vocal nor mental. Claire frowned, and sat down on the bed next to Ben. He hadn't been right yesterday, he had been especially bad Wednesday evening when they returned home. Ben had always been in tune with life. Everything he did related to life in some way, hell, his power was control over what was by far the most populous and diverse organism on the planet. All of them had inherit connections to things. He did, Pink did, hell, Ziz probably did too wherever she or he was. His was his inherit empathy for everything around him. So while he accepted death and what it was to the world, it affected him. Especially when someone who had been unrightfully taken from this world.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Claire said, looking up to Ben for a moment, her large lucky emeralds meeting pools of chocolate. She took off her right and lifted it for him to see. "I promised you I would always be there for you." she said, before placing her ring back on. She placed a hand on the side of his face. "And there ain't nothing that's gonna change that." She said, giving him a soft smile. For the first time in the past two days Ben gave her a smile in return. A real, genuine smile.

"I will always do the same."

Claire gave him a hug, and without releasing she spoke. "I know you will." She released him, but help onto his hand, interlacing their fingers. He gave hers a firm squeeze. "We should probably leave soon." She said, looking over to the clock. It was close to that time. "You see this Ben?" She said, lifting up their hands. "If you start getting upset during the speech, squeeze my hand." She said, earning a gentle smile from her husband, who simply nodded. "Break my hand and I'll break your wrist." She said sternly. Ben laughed his silent laugh at this, he knew she (probably) was kidding. He looked over to his nightstand and grabbed his reading glasses, placing them gently into one of the pockets inside his jacket. Before turning around again and grabbing the book he had laid next to the glasses. It read "Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy: Volume III". Ben often carried around one of the guides, it kept him busy when he was not in the mood for conversing or wanted to distract himself. He saw the latter being the most likely today. Claire in turn grabbed an umbrella. It looked like it was going to be a dreary day and better safe than sorry.

The walk to the Auditorium was quite, but it was a sort of comfortable silence. The whole way Ben's hand had been in Claire's. He hadn't been particularly comfortable coming out for the reason they were, but he had to show up. It wasn't his choice. As they entered they chose seats in the center of the auditorium, like, dead center. They seemed to be some of the first ones here, save for that reptilian fellow who seemed to have been here for while, and that Jago boy who was leaning against the wall. Claire bit her lip to refrain speaking. He didn't look like he wanted to be bothered. Another boy walked in right after they did and seemed to be turning around to talk to Jago. After her quick scan, she turned her attention to her phone as to review for the Botony pre-exam that her professor was having them do. Ben had already taken out his glasses and begun reading from his book to distract himself.

Her attention was brought away from her studies when she felt a large and calloused hand wrap gently around hers. She looked up and to the side. Ben had pulled their hands to rest on his knee, which was propped up with his ankle resting on his other leg's knee. He hadn't looked up, he was still reading, but there was a soft and small smile on his face as his eyes slowly but surely scanned through the pages in the book. He Claire returned the smile, even though Ben wasn't looking, and returned to her own reading.

They could always find some solace in one another.
Henry Olin



Henry didn't do his morning routine like normal the day before. When he returned to his empty dorm cold, wet, and alone that terrible Tuesday night he did the one thing he knew he couldn't fail at.

And and so he rested, and slept through the whole of Wednesday, recuperating from Tuesday's events. From the battle, to the cliff jumping, to the murder... It was too much for him to take in one day. And so he rested. And he rested well. Twice he had awoken, his claws ripping at the air as if he had reached the attacker before they had done their deed to Vera.

When he awoke he had received the text from Adam to him and the other teachers about what the plan was. He canceled class for the day and did his best on Wednesday evening. He woke up early, and did his average routine. When he returned home, he dawned what looked to be a semi-casual dress shirt, and khaki pants. Both specially fitted to accommodate his size. He had arrived very early, 6 AM on the dot. He had been there for an hour give or take now. They had prepared the auditorium Wednesday evening.

On stage there was no casket. He didn't expect there to be. He sat in the front row facing the stage, in his huge reptilian hand was his phone. The background set to a picture of himself, Vera, Dana, Theresa, and several others at one of the piers holding their biggest fish. He remembered that day. It had been a good day. Full of happiness and the academy he had grown up in.

Dana had caught the biggest fish. A grouper as big as she was that she had hooked while reeling in a smaller fish. It had eaten her original catch and was hooked on accident. As she had gotten it close it quite nearly pulled her chair into the water. A few others held her back as she brought it in, and when she finally landed it, if flopped back into the water. Now, Henry being himself was pissed off at this, and dove in after it. Regardless to say, in the picture there was a fish nearly as big as Dana herself laying in her lap. Vera had caught a Wahoo, and he had a Dolphin fish. Theresa had hooked a nice Kingfish bigger than his own catch, but not as big as Dana's. There were others there too with assorted marine animals ranging from sea bass to redfish to whiting.

It had been a good day. Probably one of the more fond memories he had with her and the others and he was glad he was there to remember it. Not long after the cooking club came over and had a barbecue. He had lost a game of beer pong and was forced to attempt to breakdance while wearing a horse mask and a superman cosplay. It was terrible.

But he wouldn't give it up for the world. Henry sighed and stood up, placing his phone in his pocket before walking to the back of the auditorium. He stood behind the farthest row of seats. This was where most of the teachers stood to overlook the students. He wondered if the Headmaster would be addressing friends and family, or himself as he was the person to happen upon her body. His tongue flicked out. He would need to apologize to Jago later for snapping at him. But for now he would have to endure the speech. He knew the Headmaster couldn't tell the full story, or would have to lie about it. There was a tactical advantage to keeping everyone calm and collected that the school would need in a time like this.

But despite the silence the school would attempt to use to cover up the incident, Vera wouldn't be forgotten. He would never forget.

And he doubted anyone else who knew would either.
Whoami said
Posted.I'm putting my chips on the table and blaming Valjean, simply for the sake of blaming Valjean.


Valjean's too much of an ass.

I know who it was, so I could be telling the truth, or bullshitting to throw you off. Your interpretation. :P
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