mickilennial

Marvel - Re: Imagined

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

_{Location: Team 78 Campsite - Southern Plateau, Dundas Island}

Chapter #1.87 Team Building

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_{Interaction(s): Harlowe @PatientBean, Jonna @Pirouette}

Previously: Let The Music Move You

Kisha nodded at the boy’s remarks, before he turned to someone else to talk about a dinosaur plush. Fortunately, a conversation about their tent assignments (or lack thereof) seemed to prop up and that was something she could contribute to.

"I don't believe we were assigned anyone. I'm open to sharing with whoever. Name's Harlowe. I'm a pretty sound sleeper. Probably due to my abilities."

Harlowe Dupointe

“Guess it's all part of ‘team building’.” Kisha volunteered, as she turned to face the girl who talked about sleeping soundly.

The Windsor-born girl didn’t know when the last time she had slept soundly. Even before her powers manifested she had always been a restless, manic disaster of a human being, so it wasn’t just how her HZE’s influenced her metabolism. Or at least, that’s what she figured.

“Sleep and me don’t agree most of the time.” She remarked, as she thought about who she’d like to bunk with, though she didn’t exactly have anything to go by. Nobody had been explicitly an asshole or bitch or whatever, so a lot of it was gauging by vibes. She wasn’t usually good at picking up on vibes unless they were obvious. “But I’ll bunk with whoever. Just know I can be kinda weird and loud sometimes.”

It wasn’t exactly the best selling pitch.

“Hey guys! I’m actually obnoxious sometimes on account of being me! Anybody want to deal with me being weird? Dealing with a manic episode? I promise not to keep you up, I swear! Trust me.”

Still, it was better to be straightforward than surprise someone with her personality. She just hoped it wouldn’t be a “picked last for soccer teams” kind of thing. It’d feel pretty awful and she wouldn’t know who she’d be stuck with at the end of the night if that were the case. Worst case scenario she supposed she could keep her distance. Plenty of ways to deflate her energy. There were a lot of places to hike, or in her case, run. Well, unless the storm was going to be as bad as it looked. Running on wet ground was a little trickier. More dangerous.

She did nearly forget to introduce herself. She was so used to knowing everybody that it slipped her mind. She quickly made sure to add on to her comments so people knew her name, or at least anybody that was listening.

“Oh. Right. I’m Lakisha, but everybody calls me Kish or Kisha. You guys can call me whichever.”

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I don’t see any of you sluts using the Yearbook header on the sheets tab yet

@Salsa Verde

Haven't got mine yet.

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It is a sly barb. CJ notices it, but she doesn’t take any mind over it. She takes another drink, “At least you still have your sense of humor. Guess that’s what keeps you alive.” As much as CJ wants to keep throwing residual snark back at Jack to see how she would continue to struggle, another voice hits the air–Ivory’s. CJ guesses that she’s either getting a drink herself or she wants to make sure CJ doesn’t chase Jack right out of the bar. And boy did CJ want to. She asks how they were holding up. A weird question. Ivory isn’t blind and neither Anni or Jack are subtle. It wasn’t 1:1 like how it was in high school, but it seemed CJ could still get people to react, sometimes even by just existing in a space. She did that in the scene in Portland, too. If anybody expected her to have changed, well, it wouldn’t take long to show them that she had gotten much much worse. “Waiting for my food while Jack’s holding off on an anxiety attack.” CJ remarks, glibly, as she turns to look at Ivory if only for a minute with drink in hand. After slamming the rest of it, she turns back to look toward the bar staff as she slides her glass for a refill. “Unless you mean, like, in general.” ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Gowi's Testing Place!

G M P O S T
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_{Location: The Grand City of Atutania}

Prologue: To Be A Knight!

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The day continued forward.

More initiates had come to arrive, as others continued to show what they could do as wardens observed them with crossed arms and inquisitive looks. There were a handful of them, but only four of them with colored badges of red, blue, gold, and green for all to see. Or rather, if they were paying attention to such accessories.

Most initiates were trying hard to show their skill to even get a chance at glory to even get a sense of it.

“Remember, the Hero of the Glades came from nothing.” A green-haired woman bearing a golden badge said as a peasant swung a sword at the dummy before them in probably the worst way the veteran warden had ever seen. “Check your footing. Tighten your grip.”

Her eyes moved toward the practice circle as another pair of initiates left, having had their turn. She didn’t find the state of affairs of this year's batch too endearing, but to her, Silina Korda, she was just happy to help in whatever way she could while she recovered from her injuries sustained not too long ago. One could not tell, but she was just an inch out of step. It wouldn’t be long before those in charge would pair up initiates and then would come the real trials.

She frowned, as she moved away from the peasant she had coached, seeing who else could be encouraged.

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posting here as a physical reminder that @nodogs's next post has to be typed with a 360 controller

@Kuro

no

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“Yeah. A cheeseburger. Fries. The whole deal.” CJ spoke nonchalantly as the bar staff took her order, being sure to tell them everything. “Get me a whiskey, too. Maker’s Mark. I don’t like Jack Daniels.” The bar staff pauses as soon as CJ says the word, the blonde’s forearms pressed against the bar counter as she leans in on the top of her toes. She follows the staffer’s eyes and sees what caused the reaction. She smirks. She knows what she is doing–of course she noticed that Jack had finally slumped into the bar after her initial comment in the parking lot. While the comment was intentionally directed it was also true. She didn’t really like Jack Daniels. Even Evan Williams was better. Truthfully, CJ is surprised Jack hasn’t tucked her tail between her legs and run like she always had. But maybe people do change! Unfortunately for her, the blonde wasn’t one of those people who had changed. Besides, it was way too easy and way too fun to mess with her. “Hey,” she softly utters, as if getting the staffer’s attention back on her. She thumbs over her shoulder, in the direction of Hanna, “anyway. See the cute girl at that table? Tall as fuck? She’s picking up our tab.” The order is written down and CJ looks back over toward Jack. She slides down the bar. “Oh hey, Jackie. Didn’t see you there.” The bartender sets down her glass of Maker’s Mark and CJ takes a drink of it. “How has Delton been. Since you decided to stay and all. Thought I’d ask.” It seemed friendly enough. It probably would’ve been if not for the silent ‘was it worth it?’ tacked on. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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What Are You Listening To?

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Well, someone was into her feelings. CJ and Anni were pretty tight once, that was true, but that had all been during elementary school. The fact Anni was still holding onto the fact that she ditched her by the time high school rolled around amused the blonde. There was a small part of her that regretted how she treated her in high school, but given what her life had turned into since her dad’s suicide she basically saw Anni as one of many easy targets that attended Ritman. It was her motto back then; make everyone feel worse than you felt. Wasn’t much different than her current one, either. She snickers before bursting into a laugh as she shook her head. “That’s all you got for me?” she remarks, “I don’t care.” She looks back to Hanna, before anyone else can respond to her little back-and-forth with Anni. “Well, I guess if you’re paying my tab I’ll go order something to eat.” she remarks, almost pausing to say thank you but decides not to before she heads up to the bar with a menu in hand. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Gowi's Testing Place!

cdn.donmai.us/original/6a/e1/__lapis_… - lapis

INIATEHOOD TRIALS:

DAY 1 - First Trial: Duty. After a basic evaluation, candidates are placed into color wards to train underneath experienced wardens for seven days of non-stop torture training. In this trial the key is to succeed in whatever mundane or esoteric challenge your commander asks you to do by the end of the day. This is the most random of all trials and is a judgement of one's ability for following orders or recognizing achievable tasks.

DAY 2 - Second Trial: Wisdom. The wards are pitted against each other in a trial of wits.

DAY 3 - Third Trial: Honor. xx

DAY 4 - Fourth Trial: Compassion. xx

DAY 5 - Fifth Trial: Discipline. xx

DAY 6 - Sixth Trial: Resolve. Initiates face their teacher to see how far they can be pushed and how strong their resolve truly is.

DAY 7 - Seventh Trial: Courage. A life or death challenge awaits initiates, as well as a path to becoming a warden.