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Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

To be fair, he kind of rips you off on that one o.o

Woot! The bell tolls for thee, Wiggly Wiggs, the bell tolls for thee!

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

~Graham Turner~

"Well you're a dumb dumb meanie pants! That plan was genius! What other way did we have to stop the fighting? If we just let it continue, there was a chance other people were going to get hurt!"

Graham’s eyes darted around, looking for some sort of camera. This couldn’t be real. This had to be some sort of joke. This, ‘monster’ and teacher had just called him a…Dumb dumb meanie pants. What? Why? And was she...pouting?

...was this teacher a toddler?

A toddler couldn’t be a teacher...could it?

But she had a point. A fight, a true fight that is, would have been disasterous. Graham was still trying to wrap his mind around the concept of supers. He had heard of them, who hadn’t, but he didn’t really think it held a shred of truth. That could be contributed to his parents. Never straying far from the homestead, it’s not surprising they had never seen a super. So why would they believe? But then again, Graham was *technically* one. So there’s that.

"Calling your teacher an asshat monster. Wow, you freshmen this year really are just plain rude."

Graham, still somewhat gripped by fear, almost lost it right there. She made the call. He called her out. That’s strike...what, nineteen? Come on, Ump, call the out. Please.

"I'm going to have fun with all of you in my class if you all dislike me so much~"

He found himself begging the universe itself to make sure he avoided that class. He was offering everything he had. Hell, he was offering everything the people around him had. Just. Be. Merciful.

She giggled.

What?

That was a giggle.

THAT WAS A GIGGLE!

She was laughing about this?!!

Then it hit Graham. He noticed the upperclassmen, just standing about with smug looks on their faces, one even having a pleasant chat with the thing in, what, French? Maybe Spanish. She was screwing with them.

She confirmed his suspicions by ordering Alexis and Eenie Meanie Miney Ho to shake hands. She probably didn’t care less about this. Hell, she’d probably have done something of the sort even if a fight hadn’t happened. Mixed feelings came to Graham. Of course he was practically ecstatic that this thing wasn’t here to harvest their bones and bring about the end of times. Then again, she had been pretty reckless. Hell, under her orders, Kitty got injured. And so did Nontalking Glass Girl. But...she didn’t seem to be TOO much of a threat. Now, at least.

And now came the embarrassment. He had freaked out when trying to evacuate the tram, announced himself as Senor Spaz to the upperclassmen. I mean, they probably couldn’t blame him, but from his experience, upperclassmen could be jerks. Still, Graham was getting a feeling that ‘Meredith’ did this sort of thing often. He could only imagine a few of the smugheads crapping themselves upon seeing the MiniMenace.

Graham shifted his gaze to the floor and coughed.

“Uhh...if everything’s uh...taken care of...”

His face still felt hot and his throat shaky. Teenage anxiety, man, it’s a bigg’un.

“Are we free to go?”

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

Oh @Ogobrogo "Think positive, y'know, like anything other than the nightmare that was the tram. Something like, baby pigs. Or badgers." This made me laugh :D

@Classified

xD We aim to please. Or were just delusional. Three in the morning, not the BEST time to be writing up posts. :D

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

I live! I am free! Cast off the shackles of employment!

Now that I've caught up on OOC, time to dive into the other half. I'm scared. Someone hold my keyboard?

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

Oh ... so he wasn't feeling pain like Xerox thought, he was just hungry?

Also, who is zone?

@Little_ninja

He's the 'leader' of the Timber Wolves in FF8. Well, leader in name alone it seems. Rinoa pretty much calls the shots whilst he is hunched over in a corner with a 'stomach cramp' at the most annoying times.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

~Graham Turner~

"Hrmph. Shutting up was never my strong suit...Hey, back me up if I need it, alright?"

Back me up? And what’s with that grin? And the nudge?

Graham’s stomach shot sharp pains in all direction, revolting against what it knew was coming. It was as if his body was trying warn him to bolt, to get far, far away from these shenanigans. She didn’t actually plan to-

"Uhm...Hello? I don't think I got your name."

All of the color drained out of his face. No, not drained, just...disappeared. Completely. Gone off to a better place, a land of sunshine and rainbows. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she wouldn’t do-

"That person over there was the one fighting."

Nooo. Alexis, don’t. Don’t do it. Just eject. Was there still time to eject? No, probably not. He had been doomed from the start. He fully realized what she wanted. And it seemed like she was not about to give him an option in the matter. My Little Nightmare wanted details. Alexis gave her details. Those details were...uh...close enough to the truth? Right?

"Do you have anything to add? Is it indeed as your friend said?"

Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.

Alright. Graham pulled together his mind. Surely any nervousness on his part would just come across as fear from what had just happened. That’s good. That’s perfect. It comforted him quite a bit. But he couldn’t just lie to the teacher. He didn’t even really know Alexis, outside of her liking Pokemon. Was he really about to stick his neck on the line for her?

Yeah. Yeah he was. Idiot.

While he didn’t make lying a hobby, he was alright at it. Sometimes.

They were doomed.

“Y-yeah. We were just minding our business when she jumped us…”

Verbally.

“And we couldn’t really strike back.”

Kitty kept her cool at least.

“So Alexis, well, defended us.”

A good lie always had an element of truth. Even, y’know, blurry subjective truth.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it was really a fight. Just a misunderstanding. Besides, I’d say whoever stopped the train did MUCH more damage. I mean, what kind of irresponsible asshat does that? Bit of a monster if you ask me.”

Graham punctuated that line with an uneasy laugh. Misdirection: the key to ‘getting away with shit.’ He was looking at Meredith, trying his best to hold his stomach at bay. If she could just not look at him, that’d be great. Just being in her sights made his skin crawl. But he couldn’t look away, otherwise he might as well light a big neon sign saying ‘LIAR’ in bright, multicolored neon letters.

No. Thinking like that was bad. Think positive, y'know, like anything other than the nightmare that was the tram. Something like, baby pigs. Or badgers.

Find your happy place, Graham. Find your happy place.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

Poosted. And now I will try to get some sleep again xP

Also, Graham/Ogo, I apologize in advance for whatever other Shenanigans Alexis will inevitably pull you into from now on xD

@Rune_Alchemist

xD I see the truth! Alexis is the true monster, not Meredith!
Well, since I do so enjoy seeing my poor characters suffer, working up a post. >:D

-edit-
Boom! There we go. Now I've gotta go. GMbros and broess, should you need to move things along, feel free to use Graham as your puppet. I'll be back on in like...twelve hours. See ya at quittin' time, yo.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

Alright. Now I'm gone. Fo' rizzle. Seriously.

The addiction is strong T.T

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

~Graham Turner~

"Yo, Graham. "What happened? I kinda got...knocked out there. I think. Gah, I feel like I have a massive hangover. That's the second time I've hit my head in an hour...And who's the chick with the saw for an arm?"

Alexis. She seemed pretty fine, it not a bit out of the loop. Graham broke his gaze of Meredith and offered her a weak smile and shook his head. How did he explain any of this? He wasn’t sure what had happened himself. Not fully, at least. It all happened so fast. But he couldn’t just leave her in the dark. Might as well spill what he thought he knew. He opened his mouth and-

"Alright, so, if I could have all of your attention please!"

Well then. Little Miss Monster was probably going to save him some trouble.

"Anyone want to tell me who was fighting? You'll get bonus points in my class for being a good little human!~"

Graham gulped silently. If she WAS a teacher, he supposed that would be what she wanted to know. Well, she wouldn’t find out from him. Don’t narc. Narcing gets you shanked. Or at least, that’s what television would have him believe. And when had television ever steered somebody wrong?

"How about you? You seem like you saw what happened clearly. Ah, wait. You're bleeding. I said anyone who was seriously injured needs to be escorted out, little miss. That glass should probably be taken care of. You there! If you would be so kind as to escort miss here towards the arrival platform, it would be most appreciated. It's at the end of the rails, just follow the tracks in---That, direction!"

Another gulp. Graham felt bad for the bleeder. Having it look at him made him feel uneasy. Having to talk to it? A silent shudder rippled through the boy. Still, he saw a chance. While she was busy directing the injured to safety, he might be able to fill Alexis in a bit.

“Train stopped. Not sure why. Most of us fell. Kitty got injured, not sure how. So did some others. That woman’s a monster, ripped a hole in the ceiling. Be glad you didn’t see it. Upperclassmen tried to stop her and…”

Graham spoke quietly, but quickly. He paused for a moment, looking down toward Sam. He hadn’t noticed what had happened on that front. He gave a quick nod in that direction then went back to his recap.

“...and now we shut up. I think you know why.”

Good. That should cover most points. And he felt like he spoke quietly enough that the monster didn’t overhear. God, he hoped so.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

Alright, probably going to grab some sleep real quick. If anything happens, I'll try to have a post up before I leave for work in the morning. Later gators.