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Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

The organization is real. I love it. xD
Also, first page antagonizing. Even more love.

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OH GOD YES!

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@Little_ninja Thanks for the welcoming ^.^
I reject ye peer pressure! BEGONE TEMPTRESS! Huh, I said no. I feel proud of myself. This calls for a celebration.
*starts FF8*

Seriously though, welcome back yourself~
Considering the circumstances, I think it looked fine. The post that is.

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<Snipped quote by SwordfishKnight>
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'ThREe doWn... MoRe to COmE. HUnnngerrr, kILLL. TrAAI... tors.'
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@Lennon79

Now all I can think about is the fight with fake Deling on the train.

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This isn't good for me people. The urge to play the game again is strong. I can't go down that road again, man!

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

~Graham Turner~

“Sorry to interrupt!”

Graham turned his head to the second voice, one which sounded much less angry with the world and all that was good. He saw a small girl (small he thought, but he quickly realized that she was about the same height, if not just a smidge shorter than he) bouncing up to where he and Ms. Sarcasm were. Alright, so another one was awake. But why were they all asleep in the first place? And…

Was she wearing handcuffs?

“But I Bayleef that I have no idea where I am, and also someone’s handcuffed my hands together. What’s up?”

She was in fact handcuffed. And she didn’t know why either. Graham wasn’t sure if he was relieved or even more anxious.

Wait…

She made a PokePun. She actually made a PokePun. For a moment it went over his head. Then immediately his forced grin turned into a honest-to-god smile. Well, if they were being shuffled off into parts unknown, at least his company would be pleasant. And then something he never would have expected happened.

The girl in headphones laughed. She was honestly laughing. He would have thought she was just being cruel and about to mock them, but then she opened her mouth and all doubts were erased.

"Well this is Onix-expected. Dunno about those handcuffs, but you guys can sit if ya want. Just don't go Weezing on me, and you'll be Absol-utely fine.
"

She sounded so...so happy! And that grin...well it was actually rather infectious. Graham couldn’t help but join in the laughing. As he did he took a seat. Anyone that could enjoy a PokePun like that, and fling so many on the fly to boot, was good people in his books. Well, most people were good people in his books, but they just climbed the rankings a bit.

"Names Alexis. And from what I've heard, we're on some sort of train headed to the Herculean academy. You know, that place that trains superheroes."

So it was true. Relief hit him like a Mac truck. He hadn’t just been losing his marbles the last few years. And he wasn’t being kidnapped, just taking a hive of Superheroes. Still, a wave of disappointment hit him for just a moment. Superheroes, huh? So who would he be? Dr. Vet? The Incredible Mr. Spay? Ace Ventura Pet Medic? He couldn’t complain too much, I mean he HAD actually gotten some form of superpowers. He just couldn’t help but feel a bit shafted by what he drew.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Kitty Lee. Fifteen, really terrible teleporter, badass gamer!"

The handcuffed girl, or Kitty Lee he supposed, seemed incredibly bubbly. Rather chipper for someone with restricted arm/hand usage. Or maybe not, Graham had never been handcuffed. Maybe people liked it. He mentally shrugged and decided that he’d rather not find out.

"By the way, uh, could one of you help me out? I need to text my dad, tell him that I'm on my way to Herculean Academy and perfectly fine, but, um... having a few problems with the whole 'texting-while-handcuffed' thing! He's the first contact listed!"

That reminded Graham! His phone! He shot a hand into his pocket and pulled out a think looking brick. He tapped the screen. He could tell his parents what was going on. Surely they’d want to know. No service. Thanks, AT&T. Glad to see you’re looking out for the little guys.

“Alexis and Kitty, eh? Pleasure to meetcha both. Graham Turner here. Not like the cracker. And I…” Graham paused for a moment and furrowed his brows, trying to figure out how to explain what he could do. He never planned on telling others, so it’s not like he had something ready beforehand. “Well, I can make your goldfish live longer. So that’s a thing.” He looked at Kitty for a moment. “I’d volunteer, but I just checked mine. No bars. Still could give it a shot, if you want. Err...actually no, I just had a bit of a coughing fit. I don’t think I’m coming down with anything, but hey, better safe than sorry, right?” his wordflow was picking up speed. He wasn’t quite at Mach 5, but it was slightly quicker than normal.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

I don't think I've ever laughed as hard immediately after waking up. The puns are real. Life is good.

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After crossing the bloody ocean on a bunch of orbs and basically erasing a man from existence all in the name of FRIENDSHIP? I'm both horribly terrified and utterly excited to see what is coming next o.o

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Trying saying it ten times fast. Go on. I'll wait. :D
And thanky. It's what I was shooting for. Well kind of. Never actually got around to playing any Mass Effect for any length of time. Dabbled in ME3 for a little bit, but my save got corrupted and that ended that. And here I am owning all of them on Steam, y'know, because I have no impulse control and the steam sales are just so...so...so bae.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

Carry on our wayward son. It's only 9pm at the ole homestead, and I reckon I'll probably not last too much longer meself.

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Ramses Q. Reinholdt

“I fold.”

A slight frown formed on the large man’s face as he tossed his cards to the dealer. Waiting. It was always the worst part of a mission. Especially a mission that one was not involved in. In this case, Ramses was one of the unlucky few. Or lucky, judging by the sighs of relief that escaped a few of the team when they realized they weren’t heading out on tonight’s mission. With the main team having left, all that remained was the non-combat team, one of the representatives from the employer, the field adjutant, and of course, the B-team.

“Fold.” called the SeeD to his left.

Ramses wasn’t resentful for being place on base duty. Disappointed, but not resentful. He fully understood the ramifications should the mission not go as planned. So it only made sense for Lerwick to prioritize those with whom he had experience fighting alongside. Better squad chemistry lead to better results. Quicker operation time, less casualties. It just made sense.

“Ahh...dammit.” called the SeeD opposite him, as the fourth squealed in delight and claimed her pot.

So why did something seem off? Something in the pit of his stomach rotted, gnawing at him. Of course, the frequent, jarring radio traffic didn’t help matters. He had never been much of a pessimist, but something was going to go wrong.

He could just feel it.

As if the universe chose to confirm his fears, the field adjutant, Ms. Yoko Ono, had entered the room. Ramses could feel her unease before evening looking at her. And when he finally did, it didn’t surprise him to see her looking so grim.

'You can probably hear the radio from here... things aren't going well.'

Ramses closed his eyes and leaned back against his chair. He placed his hands behind his head and grimaced. He hated being right.

‘I’d like to send a few more to support the assault team. Two volunteers please, ideally people with the restraint to not kill the HVT.’

The look she shot the the SeeD beside him...shoot, if looks could kill, they’d have been a man down.

Ramses climbed to his feet and snapped to attention.

“Permission to speak, ma’am.”

For a moment, Ramses could have swore that Ms. Oko looked surprised. Wasn’t she expecting formality? Or had she already become accustomed to Squad A’s more aloof nature that this seemed foreign to her? In any case, the look lasted but merely a moment before she nodded.

‘Speak freely.’

Ramses sighed silently. How could he say it without seeming cold, heartless, or downright cowardly? He decided not to think about it. Whatever came out would be pure, unfiltered truth.

“Ma’am, with all due respect, I don’t think that’s a good idea. That group consisted of highly trained SeeDs, more than capable of a simple snatch and grab. If the situation has turned dire, I don’t think we could arrive in time to make a difference. In addition, should the group have already fallen by the time the volunteers get there, then they’ll surely be lost as well. Then what does that leave us? A non-combat team and a gutted support team? For the sake of the mission, I suggest we entrench here. Prepare in case our location is revealed or worse yet, attacked, and plot our next move. If they fail, we still need to be able to operate. The best thing we can do is hope against hope tha-”

SMACK! A sharp stinging sensation danced across Ramses’ left cheek and his head snapped to the right. It was about the response he was expecting, although he didn’t count on Ms. Ono putting that much force behind her punch. Still, it had to be said. He didn’t like the idea any more than she did, but rushing in recklessly would put everything in jeopardy. She was trained well enough to know that as well.

Kein.

Shit.

Kein was apart of the group. He hadn't just poked a raw nerve, he had stomped on it, grinding it into the dust with his heel.

Silence hung in the air. Ramses turned his gaze to each of the SeeDs in the room. The tension was tight here. Of course it was. He had single-handedly destroyed the morale of everyone in the room. That was the worst thing he could have said. He had to fix it.

“My apologies, ma’am. I spoke out of line. Allow me to volunteer for the support team. I’ll make sure they come back safe. They'd do the same for us.”

He still didn’t think it was a good idea, but if it WAS going to happen, he damn sure wanted to make sure it was done right.

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Go go, try your hardest, team! I'll pour one out for any of you that don't make it back!

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Alright, I'm not getting rid of my booze. But it's the thought that counts.