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Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

InfernoBlaze said
I can hear Cordelia's voice in my head, commenting on Red and Jake being roommates:"The Suits are living together...it wouldn't surprise me if they fucked each other...after all, rich people are gay..." :P

Congratulations, Inferno, you just created a prejudice for Lynn to have. I am seriously going through with that.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Cordelia Lynn Holmes

Lynn frowned. "Types?" Lynn muttered to herself, expressing a rare moment of visible confusion. Huh. Types. Lynn, see, wasn't very familiar with metahumans as a whole-she'd stayed in her little demesne back home and never poked her head out much. Current events, scientific advancements, so on-she wasn't really up to date with. Lynn could keep you informed of what part of town the cops were focusing on the most, or what crimes any given lowlife had committed in the last week, but things like the discovery of new capabilities of metahumans were far beyond her realm of expertise. She hadn't known exactly what to expect from the other kids here-as evidenced by her utter shock at seeing a lizardman, let alone a doctor lizardman. Judging by the fact that Alex was lighting up more often than Tommy Chong, Lynn put her deductive reasoning skills to work and figured Alex's power had something to do with light-or, maybe, she had an accident with a Christmas tree as a kid or something. No, that was...interesting? Admittedly, it was bit of a challenge to Lynn's ego: she had no doubt that her success in life (depending on how you defined success: Lynn felt her surviving close to two decades of hard living as success) was partially dependent on her little guardian angel...but was it just one "type"? Were the others who had similar, even identical gifts? She had thought hers unique, a beautiful little anomaly. Huh. She missed the next few words of what Alex said ruminating on her sudden possible lack of uniqueness, and figured she could still kick more ass than anyone else with her power anyways. This made her feel significantly better.

"You and me both, honey. They throw math or English or whatever at me, I'll be catching the next boat out of this place."

Mmm. Then she and Edwarda Scissorhands had to go and get into the next Cold War. Cordelia resumed her predatorial stance, watching Vespera coolly and carefully. Lynn sure as hell wasn't about to throw down here-what, with witnesses out the ass and teachers around. And Cordelia wasn't sure how these kids handled disputes, but Lynn operated off a rather brutal code when it come to resolving her issues. If somebody gave you shit, and you sat there and took it (as Alex was doing, staring down at her plate. C'mon girl, look up and stare that bitch down for all she's worth!), it sent a clear message: I can be fucked with without repercussions. Unsurprisingly, Lynn's ferocious, often unwarranted insults and threats were more of a defense mechanism than anything: while her wholesale assholery alienated potential friends, it certainly kept potential threats on their toes. Lynn didn't want trouble-not because she couldn't handle it, but because she figured the girl who'd been in and out of juvy for a couple years wasn't going to be looked upon favorably by the administration here. Admitting that, however, would be a similar weakness. Truth be told, Lynn wasn't going to fight because she wasn't going to half-ass her fight: if she threw down with Vespera, it was ending with Morticia or Lynn being hauled off to the hospital. She didn't believe in knocking your opponent down and helping them back up-when you got someone at a disadvantage, you pummeled the hell out of them. You made their face an unrecognizable swirl of purple and black and broke at least two of their fingers for good measure. Then, anyone who saw what you did knew that you were Not To Be Fucked With.

"I actually dressed the last shrink I had up like my mother and fucked him in the ass, but I appreciate the offer. And we will get along just fine, provided you don't give my friend-" there was a half second pause as Cordelia tried to remember Alex's name, but it was hardly noticeable-"Alex here any trouble. And unfortunately, I won't be meeting you in the, ah, arena." Cordelia smiled, resting her head on her hand and tapping at the teardrop under her eye with her middle finger. "I have nothing I need to prove. To myself or anyone. Including you." Lynn had been through enough similar situations to know when someone was egging her on, and as a general rule, while she'd come out on top (most times-there had been nights were Lynn was pressing ice packs to black eyes and shaking with pain), there was no sense in getting in a conflict you might lose. Was she confident she could ruin Morticia's week? Yeah, damned confident. But she wasn't about to risk it. Not on the second day. The gains in prestige of showing up Gothsucker wasn't significant enough to outweigh the chance that Gothsucker might, you know, actually win. She was weird enough to make Lynn think maybe all she did was hang in the arena, you know? No sense at all in taking that deal. Lynn pushed her plate and slid it over the table to where Vespera was standing. "Do me a favor and put that away for me," Lynn said as she stood up,readjusting her backpack (she'd never taken it off while she sat down). "Never had your own room? Huh. Makes two of us." She turned to leave, keeping her eyes on Alex. "Don't know if you're done, but the atmosphere in here got a little too 'daddy beat the shit out of me too often as a kid and I have violence problems now' for my liking. You're welcome to come with me." It felt weird saying that, because, you know, Lynn actually meant it. Not only the jab at Vespera's presumably abuse-ridden childhood, but also Alex seemed kinda chill. Didn't seem like a burnout, either, which was a nice change of pace from Lynn's normal entourage, and didn't seem like an aristocratic asshat-all of those had left at the beginning of Vespera and Lynn's little showdown. So yeah, Alex was squarely on the list of "Not Bad", everyone else on "Tentatively An Asshole", Vespera squarely on "An Asshole", Suits was "Probably An Asshole, But Can Make Money Off Him", and the walking Komodo Dragon was "Probably an Asshole, but I'm Not Pissing Off A Giant Lizardman".

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Cordelia Lynn Holmes

Oh. Canada. That explained a lot, like his being a giant lizard and whatnot.

And twenty-two? Cordelia wasn't exactly in a position to criticize the school's academia, but seemed like that was a little young to be having a Ph.D. Lynn vaguely wondered how much he had to cheat to get a degree in neurobioscience, then decided she really didn't care that much. He moseyed off after that, leaving Lynn (as per usual) by herself, before returning with liquor and more food. Sadly, it was all for the little demon kid. Gah. Wine? Fish? If this motherfucker brings me a loaf of bread, he might just be Jesus.[/u] Cordelia continued to eat, mulling over the situation at the Academy. There was a sizable amount of kids here-co-ed, for better or for worse (Cordelia wasn't really looking for dating opportunities at the moment, regardless) and what was certainly an eclectic staff. Lots of food, if nothing else. She didn't know what the workload was like, and being...ah...rusty, on her education could prove detrimental. She was hoping it was a lot of PE, powers being used-things she could excel at with fairly minimal effort. If they started throwing physics and world history at her, Cordelia was going to show them a mundane, yet nonetheless exceptional gift of hers: cheating.

Most of the crowd seemed to be more-or-less well-off, average kids. There were the wealthy looking Hispanics, Suits, a few others dressed up pretty nice. Lynn wondered what kind of tuition fees there were, and if they'd been waived in her particular case-if so, it'd be reaaaallll easy for her to get kicked off this rock if she acted up. Lynn wasn't one to follow authority, but she was willing to play along to her advantage. A place to crash, food, and maybe the possibility of a degree of some sort? Yeah, she could avoid doing anything blatantly upsetting for a while if she was getting all that in return. Lynn, however, figured this deal was too sweet to last-she'd already gotten more stares than the walking lizard had, and once she took off the hoodie and bared her tattoos, she figured even more would be coming. Fine by her. [i]You all can dance on my grave if you want, but I'm getting buried at sea. You bitches'll drown.

Then Nightlight started chattering, which was alright by Lynn. Chick had one hell of a scar on her face, which Lynn could identify with. Plus, unlike the other people here, she didn't give off that fake vibe. Alex might've had a little too much enthusiasm and pep for Lynn's personal tastes, but eh. She wasn't putting on-at least as far as Cordelia Lynn Holmes could tell. "Uh, yeah," she said, struggling to keep up with the machinegun-speed of Alex's excited talking. "I'm, uh, excited. First year." she paused, chewing on a piece of bread. The chick lit up when she spoke. Literally, she was glowing a lot. Cordelia's shadow shifted away from it, but it didn't seem to faze the girl herself. "Yeah, should be, uh...interesting." Lynn was aware of her somewhat lackluster conversational skills, but she wasn't used to speaking to someone and, you know, actually wanting to prolong the conversation. Damnit. Damn it all.

Then Morticia showed up, and Cordelia had to struggle to keep the grin off her face. Ah, this was a lot more her speed. "Morticia, honey," Cordelia said calmly, wiping up some ketchup with her fires and biting into it with nonchalance-she stared right at Vespera, refusing to look away. Her posture was stiffer, one of total confidence and...hardness. She was quite clearly projecting that if Vespera was looking to be thrown out the nearest window, Cordelia Lynn would be happy to oblige. "Much like our glow-in-the-dark amiga over here, I have trouble containing myself. And, unfortunately, she's honestly the only one within, say, thirty miles, who isn't pissing me off right now." Cordelia swallowed her food and flashed a brilliant smile with her slightly crooked teeth. "So why don't you take a nice, deeeep breath in, then blow out all the passive aggressive bitchiness you didn't let out in that last sentence of yours." Cordelia continued eating, literally no signs of anger emanating from her-just cold...readiness. The truth was, she was mostly just bored-it was 99% boredom and maybe 1% feeling bad for Alex. Well, .5%. The other .5% was that Cordelia hated when people were annoying while she ate, and-Murphy's Law being in full swing, every asshole in the cafeteria was being annoying. From now on, she was eating outside, alone. "So unless you want to be relocated to the Academy for the Blind, and unless you want to wear those shitty knock-off shades for the rest of your life, I suggest you turn your pale ass around, walk it right out of here, and go back to blowing Goth kids or watching Twilight or whatever you do in your free time." Cordelia gave her a chummy wink of the eye and finished up with the food on her plate.

Invigorated, she ignored Morticia and faced Alex. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it. Being a freshman and stuff. You know what we're doing after this? Because I'm down to just stay in here and eat for the next few hours if there's nothing going on."

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Cordelia Lynn Holmes

Michaela Jackson was giving her the evil eye. Singular. Cordelia gave her a quick, visibly fake smile. I'll put that other eye of yours out. Really, it's a favor, you won't have to keep crying everytime you pass by a mirror. Cordelia turned back to her food, rolling her hoodies' too-big sleeves up a bit. Pushed halfway up her biceps, it revealed the tips of her tattoos, peeking out from beneath the red cloth. It was hard to tell what they were with so little exposed, but presumably they extended a lot further up. Cordelia resumed eating until some asshat named Jake spoke to her, which prompted a "Can't you see I'm eating?" look from Cordelia. Huh? Kid? Lynn glanced over in Jake's direction-oh, the Fucker With A Tail, and her brow furrowed. Huh. He...was kinda young, wasn't he. Cordelia chewed for a moment, taking a minute to actually say the words, and muttered, "Yeah, sorry. My bad." After this, she looked back down and continued eating for a little bit.

Cordelia Lynn Holmes was not a girl who made a habit of apologizing.

She continued her meal, glancing occasionally at all the people around her. Glowing Girl was interesting, and on the off chance they were roommates, maybe she could double as Lynn's nightlight. She ignored the Valoses for the remainder of her meal-if Eyepatch's looks were any indicator, they had made up their minds about her, and she didn't enjoy interacting with those she'd apologized to. Just felt weird. Like rubbing a raw wound with salt. The salt of humility. The wound of pride. Such pensive thoughts were interrupted by another mouthful of food.

Then...wait, hold up, was Suits actually talking to her? Jesus, he was out of touch. Walking by and whispering. Dude, they're cigarettes, not crack. Admittedly, Lynn probably could've gotten him some crack, given enough time and resources, but still. Did he mean weed? Lynn didn't really get the need for it. She wasn't about to hide it-just open her dorm window and light up. Unless they had a guy with a ridiculously good sense of smell on the staff, that plan was pretty much foolproof. But Lynn, not feeling like throwing down with two rich pricks at the same time, merely grunted noncommittally and continued with her meal. Oooh, no, wait. Suits. Suits was a resource to be exploited, not an annoying person (most of Earth's population fell into this category for Lynn) to be ignored. With that kind of money? Yeah, she could hook him up with cigarettes alright. Sure, they might have the filters out and the nicotine content of a rock, but she could get him his fix. Cordelia didn't know what the cost of living was like at this place (she...hadn't really read the letter they sent), but figured a little extra cash never hurt. Plus, this was a boarding school. It was a matter of time until somebody needed to get into somebody's dorm to see if their dumbass boyfriend was cheating on them, or until they needed to launch a prank or something-and Cordelia would be happy to capitalize off the opportunity. That was Cordelia's general view of those who were her peers-they were people to be profited off of and then disposed of.

The glint from Glowing Girl distracted this line of thought. And the sight of the little kid with the tail. Wonder how he got clothes, custom fitted like that. Yeah, like his family's got trouble buying custom fits. Cordelia buried these troubling challenges to her worldview with yet more food, a coping mechanism that could be problematic if she wasn't in desperate need of it.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Hey, for the record, Cordelia's general hate for everyone isn't a reflection of me, she's just a wee bit cranky. Nobody be offended if her inner monologue (or outer monologue) is a little short of "cordial"

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Cordelia wasn't sure if Doctor Scales had no sense of humor or was just fucking with her with a totally deadpan expression-it was hard to gauge, given that his smiles and his "i'm going to eat your heart out" faces were fairly similar to the untrained eye. Cordelia merely chewed her current mouthful of food with deliberation, swallowed pensively, and muttered, "He shits out silver. There's a metaphor in there somewhere." She took a sip of her drink (Pepsi. Not Coke. Coke was for little bitches) and struggled to refrain from spewing it out when Henry mentioned a power instructor. Power instructor? How in the hell were they going to teach her anything? As far as Lynn was concerned, she was at the top of her game when it came to using her particular endowment, primarily because her power did its own thing. She didn't do anything retarded like trying to control it, and it took pretty good care of her. Lynn figured a power instructor would just mess that delicate, happy little balance up. Lynn resumed quietly eating her food, considering her sole venture at socializing a failure, until Scales turned his focus back onto her. What's her name, and where's she from. Lynn considered giving him a totally bullshit answer for the hell of it, but figured he hadn't actually done anything to merit being fucked with. Yet. Lynn sorted the people of the world into two categories: "Annoying" and "Just a matter of time". "Uh," Lynn said smartly, caught off-guard by someone, you know, talking to her-in lieu of talking down to her. "Name's Lynn. I'm from Chicago. You?" Lynn frowned. "I mean, where you're from, you already said your name and all." Lynn spoke with a sort of forced calm-she seemed awkward, but not in the typical sense. Rather, she seemed like she was on edge-eyes darting to her sides, fingers drumming the table. Her spare hand (which revealed faded bruises on her knuckles) was propping up her chin, masking her face a bit. Her blue eyes settled on Henry, studying him for a moment. This, of course, before she was distracted by Alex's (Oh, great, now we have a bitch that glows in the dark) arrival. And you know? For a second, Lynn's reflexive cynicism faltered. This chick seemed chill. I mean, that was a stretch, given that anyone willing to go to a jungle academy of superpowered, hormonally imbalanced teenagers was definitely not chill, but she was comparatively cool. Smiling. Took balls to smile, really. You go into a room of badasses, the one who's quiet, with a little grin on his face-he's the one you watch out for.

Lynn gave Alex the once-over. She wasn't the one you watch out for. Lynn sized that up pretty quickly-the way she carried herself? She didn't think of herself as a predator, didn't see herself as a threat. You could tell with Morticia, the fucker with the yellow eyes-they thought they were hot shit-this girl didn't. Which, strangely, earned her another point in Lynn's book. The dick measuring contest of tough guy types got old after a while (that being said, Lynn would still be doing it), this chick wasn't bothering with the bullshit. Huh. Doctor Scales was half decent and so was the walking Christmas tree. "Lynn," she said simply, nodding her head in recognition. She'd spoken to two strangers today. Cordelia figured if she stayed here too much longer, she'd probably start being nice to people too.

And Suits was still glancing over at her. Suits was going to get a foot broken off in his ass, nicotine dependency or no.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Cordelia Lynn Holmes

Yeah, the stares. She was used to the stares, given that she typically attracted a lot of them whenever Lynn left "those" parts of town. A quick look at the others seated at the table-one dude in a suit, the chick in the Michael Jackson get-up, creepy Goth lookin' lady that reminded Lynn of Morticia Addams, yet another rich kid...she could identify somebody's class with a couple of seconds' watching. Wasn't too hard once you got the hang of it, really-besides, years of...Robin Hooding...had honed her natural prejudices.

There was, however, one thing that absolutely broke Cordelia's gluttony, and that was the motherfucking talking lizard. Okay yeah the kid with the tail she could roll with but this was...this was unlike anything she'd seen. An almost childlike curiosity worked its way through Cordelia's usual outer mask and she watched the...supposed human...for a few seconds before catching herself and resuming eating. What, that guy was a teacher? Did they have a flamingo as a janitor or something? She noticed the suit eyeing her cigarettes, too. Oh, oh some serious shit was gonna go down if he tried to take any of her stuff. Given that you could literally fit all of Cordelia's earthly possessions into a backpack, she was perhaps understandably protective of her stuff.

Christ. The lizard ate a fork. It didn't impede Cordelia's appetite at all, but still made her question what, exactly, she'd gotten herself into. Then a pink-haired "deer-in-the-headlights" meandered on by. Was there anyone with a semblance of normalcy at this school? Literally, anyone?

Cordelia realized she'd emptied her first plate, which had done nothing to fill the hollow that was her stomach. She hardly needed an excuse to go get more, but now everyone was introducing themselves. Apparently, because this place wasn't fucked up enough, they were hiring Teenage Mutant Ninja Lizards that had Ph.D's named "Henry". Cordelia, however, never being particularly good with names, did a quick up-down of the table and assigned a nickname to all the people breathing her air and filling her ears with asshole-sounding noises. Henry, he was Scales. Gabe-Michaela Jackson. Jaska-Fucker with a Tail. Jake-....Aerosmith. Because the dude looks like a lady. Sydney looked like a rabbit that wandered into the wolves' den. Henceforth, to Cordelia, she was "The Local Prison Bitch". Whatshisface with the mullet and teeth....hmm...well, she couldn't think of anything snappy, but he resembled your average West Virginian-and, come to think of it, was probably a virgin, so he got the flattering moniker of "Virgin". Tall, dark, and bitchy got Morticia. Anyone above "casual" dress level was "Suit", and she didn't need to get specific because the assholes who try and show off how rich they are and wear a suit to the first day of school? Don't need to bother learning about them. There was Sir-Scarfs-A-Lot and Ironsides over by The Local Prison Bitch. The others all at her table-because the table was, undoubtedly, Cordelia's. This series of pneumonic devices helped Cordelia to recognize people without having to go through the bullshit process of learning their names. She figured she would, likewise, be profiled pretty quickly, so she didn't feel too bad about it. Besides, if these people all had a touch of the supernatural, she wasn't about to risk playing too nice. Cordelia wasn't the type to tolerate people's crap on the normal level, much less on the superhuman level.

Cordelia got up and returned with more food, an honest-to-God smile on her face. You know, this place may have been comprised seemingly entirely of the world's rejects (and Cordelia was fully aware of the irony there), set in the middle of what looked like Vietnam, and literally run by lizardmen (which made Cordelia briefly question the legitimacy of all that Illuminati bullshit, and just as quickly remember there was food to eat and global conspiracies to unravel later), but hey, the food was delicious. So much so, in fact, she felt inspired to speak up just a tad bit. Cordelia wasn't a social butterfly-however, Suits and friends were already getting pretty chummy, and while Cordelia always had her guardian angel watching her back, it never hurt to have a few people who didn't outright hate you-you know, friends. "So," Cordelia muttered in-between bites, glancing at Doctor Scales, "How much silverware do you have to eat before you shit out a complete set?"

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Cordelia Lynn Holmes

There's a first for everything. First kiss, first drink, first love, first time having sex.

Lynn was experiencing one of the less magical "firsts", that being her first encounter with seasickness. The girl had never been a boat before, and after about ten minutes of jostling around on the waves, was firmly placed at the back, a bottle of ginger ale clutched in one hand and some of the worthless drammamine tablets the boat's attendants had given her in the other. "Oh sweet merciful Christ," Lynn muttered, closing her eyes and fighting down another wave of nausea. "I swear to Christ I will do whatever it takes to get a plane ride out of this place." Staring at her white, scarred knuckles, she tried to ignore the rocking waves in her peripheral vision.

Egh. Another round of vomiting, which at this point was reduced to dry heaving. Lynn was extremely grateful no one else was around, because they'd probably try and offer to help her, and that kinda shit just annoyed her. What? Did they think she needed it? She figured every well-to-do fat cat that could afford the Academy (had they not offered her a scholarship...) probably wanted a pet project in the form of some kid from the projects, but Lynn wasn't about to play along. Still, if some kid had the power to prevent seasickness, she would've gladly let them work their wonders on her. Lynn had managed to avoid getting any vomit on herself, which was pretty good considering her...limited...wardrobe.

Cheers? Cheers and screams. The triumphant kind, not the "holy shit that knife's big" kind. Lynn turned her head to the front of the boat, not letting go of the side rail, and saw that land was in sight. Many thanks to a God Lynn wasn't exactly on the best terms with were uttered, and she managed to avoid sickness for the rest of the trip. Lynn gave it a few minutes, allowed the mass exodus of eager teenagers to vacate the ship before she followed along, moving somewhat better with the ship docked and (more or less) still. She wasn't one to care too much about her appearance, but Lynn was admittedly a little unsatisfied with how she had to look-hair laughably askew with the sharp breeze at the back of the boat, clothes all baggy and wrinkled...Lynn tied her hair back into a ponytail and followed along after the other happy campers, with the deep scowl on her face clearly showing what she thought of the damned ride over.

Eh? Jungle? Not what she'd been expecting. Lynn wasn't real familiar with jungles-urban sprawls, those were more of her element, but as long as they had toilets to piss in and food, she wasn't about to complain. She'd handled the roughest parts of Chicago, she could handle the jungle. As they walked, Lynn went back through her backpack, making sure her meager belongings were left unmolested. It appeared that, more or less, her supplies had all made it-she'd tucked some of the more questionable items on her person, and would ideally be able to keep them on her. Drawing a cigarette from a pack, Lynn clutched it in her teeth, lit it with her lighter (some beat-up old Zippo that looked ancient) and tucked it away.

Then they had some boring-ass seminar thing. It had been a long damned time since Lynn had sat through one of these, unless you count a couple of those sessions you could do to get time shaved off in juvy. A quiet, sinking fear began to run through her gut: she...she hadn't fully grasped that this was a SCHOOL. She'd known there would be classes, but she hadn't actually thought about how she'd manage to do that. Christ, she had to be years behind all these other kids. And Jesus, this other kids looked worse off than her. Some gaudy pirate chick was a hood away from the Ku Klux Klan look. Weird guy in a suit, staring everybody down. Maybe one of the feds? No, no, he looked way too young. Lynn did a subtle double-take at Jaska, who she could've sworn had a tail, but was otherwise unimpressed with her new classmates. This is going to be a long, long year.

...no cigarettes.

No cigarettes.

Lynn, who had continued smoking while indoors, let loose a string of not-so-subtle profanities. She dropped the cigarette on the floor and put it out with her shoe, grinding it into the ground. That was some serious bullshit right there. Serious. Bullshit.

Then food, which was really the only thing that had enticed Lynn to signing up for this freakshow. It didn't disappoint-the normally unshakeable girl had a moment of being totally dumbstruck. Christ, the smell. It smelled so damned good! Beyond that, there was more food than anyone could possibly eat-she...she didn't know where to begin. It all looked delicious! Lynn wasted no time in grabbing a tray and piling her plate up as high as it could possibly go, noting that there was no charge for food. All you can eat? Music to Lynn's fuckin' ears.

She sat down at a table, a spot or two away from the nearest person. Yeah, she didn't give two shits about making friends. There was food to be had. She gave the occupants of the table a subtle up-down. Hold up, that eyepatched bitch-she was Latina. One of the Kings? Maybe MS-13? Lynn studied those three intensely for a moment but decided against it. She didn't give off that vibe. Neither did the other two (holy hell, that kid DID have a tail), who appeared to be her family, just going off looks. There was the guy in the suit who was asking if he could sit down-just sit your ass down, this isn't a thing. What are you gonna do if they tell you no, anyways? There was some chick in a dress that cost more than everything Lynn had on her. Coincidentally, she annoyed Lynn already.

Eh. Sizing people up wasn't going to do shit. What was going to help Lynn, both in the short and long terms, was the plate full of ambrosia before her. Digging into she-didn't-even-care-but-oh-Christ-it-was-so-good, Lynn ignored her classmates and quickly began working her way through her meal.

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Ah, food. The acquisition of which is Lynn's defining trait.

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Mr Allen J said
Oh yeah, He Who Walks Behind is the CO-GM, he is second to me and he has free reign over the RP.He can kill everyone and I'd deem it canon.

You bitches better recognize

No but seriously looking forward to RP'ing with all of you, going to peruse through the character sheets now.