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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Cameras continued to flash as reporter after reporter lobbed questions at him. Some were honest, looking for factual information on his platform and what he intends to do surrounding pressing issues in the state. Some were looking for statements they could take out of context and warp his message. Some were hoping to make him look like an idiot. He had wandered these waters before.

He pointed at another reporter. A woman with auburn hair and glasses. She looked presentable and serious. He hoped her question would be one he wouldn't have to walk a minefield to get through.

"Judy Bloomfield, New Mexico Today. What are your plans for handling Hyperion's Children?"

That was a name he heard more and more. At the start, they weren't worth much. He had tossed their name in as a way of stirring up voters, but now they were a full-blown threat. And they fueled hatred of hyperhumans. They were an easy target. Calliope flashed through his mind briefly before he answered. "They are a threat to our way of life. If they were peaceful I would say let them speak. But I believe they are nothing short of a terrorist group recruiting many hyperhumans to thair cause."

"And yet, you sent your daughter to a school within their reach?"

"I sent my daughter to a school where she would thrive and be looked after."

"The school that was formerly a military academy. Is that a message you want to send?"

"The school is one of the best in the world for working with hyperhumans. I only wish we had more options for them so they could be educated amongst their own and learn how to manage their....unique qualities so they can rejoin society."

"With all due respect Senator, those who lobbied for segregation most likely said the same thing."

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_{Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

The Homecoming Trials #1.02: This is the best we get?

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_{Interaction(s): Cassander, Trace, Hayleigh, Katja, Lucille, Banjo, Trevor}

Previously: I expect perfection.

It wasn't long before the bad boy's simple comment exploded into conversation amongst a few of the other students. Calliope glanced around and noted they all wore similar armbands like hers. This, by all accounts, was going to be the team she would be working with.

This was the best they got?

It wasn't like Calliope planned on forming lifelong bonds with the people. But she expected more than some douchebag commenting like he was on an all-male podcast that talked about women like objects, some British chick immediately calling someone a wanker, and some other girl in a wheelchair possibly having a panic attack.

Calliope rubbed her temples. She could feel the ebb of a headache coming on and this would not serve her well during these Homecoming Trials. Another boy spoke up, seemingly trying to cool everyone down or bring up some camaraderie. Calliope tried to stifle a chuckle, but couldn't hold it in. "Yeah everyone, let's all hold hands and sing Kumbaya together!" The sarcasm underlying her words could cut someone, but she was getting fed up and she hadn't even gotten through the first day. This was not at all what she was expecting when she came here. But she would make do.

She had to make do.

One of the other guys there spoke to Banjo before walking off with the other students. Calliope took the time to follow suit. It would serve her well to get familiar with the campus. She left the other Blackjack armbands to sort themselves out. Who knows? Maybe they would gather themselves and prove to be a strong, reliable team.

Calliope would not hold her breath.

As she walked and looked around, she noted the different buildings, the planned architecture. The subtle message the school was trying to speak "We are just like other schools. Please, overlook our history!" Calliope was all too familiar with that back home. New Mexico wasn't one of the worst states, by far, though her father made sure they had their own issues.

She kept thinking back to her talk with Mr. Lehrer. There was something about him. It was a mixed bag. She felt like he was holding secrets back but also that she could trust him. Though she knew not to trust anyone here. Not yet. Trust was weakness masquerading as a strength. She would not be burned. Not again.

Calliope had walked for a bit she hadn't realized she came to a fountain with that guy from earlier standing in front of it. He looked like he was deep in thought. Against her better judgement, she walked over and looked at the fountain. "I guess it's nice to look at, but I wouldn't be caught dead having my likeness used as a roundabout way of saying 'look at me, I have money to burn in a world where people are dying on the streets'." Calliope closed her eyes after she said it. God, she could really be a bitch sometimes. "Sorry, we don't know each other and I may very well be insulting a person you like." She debated walking away before she swerved the other foot into her mouth. She needed to get back to a calmer headspace if she hoped to excel in whatever these trials were to bring.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Peregrine Mayfield

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Location: The Mall
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Fit Of The Day

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Peregrine had already created a mental Rolodex of potential nicknames when Mira suggested not. "Fair enough. I'll speak to him and make sure he is aware of my ghost friend and we can devise a system to avoid confusion." Peregrine bit her lip a bit, unsure if this interaction was painting her in a good light. She had hoped to get to know the others quicker and see who gelled and who didn't. Mira seemed put-together, at least. If anything, Peregrine was the one royally fucking this up.

Thankfully Mira saved her and spoke about some of the missions the others had been on. All of it sounded fascinating. "Whatever you feel like sharing is fine with me! Honestly, I would love to hear it all, but I imagine each person has their own view on the missions and how they went. So whatever you feel comfortable sharing with me is fine!"

As the two of them walked over to the food court, they came across two more members. Peregrine tried to put names to faces. She knew one started with a C, but couldn't.....Cassidy? No it was like a movie. Caroline! That was it. And the blond girl was Annie. Okay, she could handle this! "Hey! I know we met already, but to formally introduce myself, my name is Peregrine. You can call me Perry if that is easier. Me and Mira were heading to the food court if you wanted to tag along? Otherwise, maybe we can meet up later?"

Peregrine was totally killing this friendship thing.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

The crowd before him roared like thunder before a lightning strike. He had to admit to himself he felt like a lightning rod, there to take the full brunt of the oncoming storm. Senator Garcia de León looked through the curtains at the room full of reporters, concerned citizens, angry parents, scared populations with questions and pitchforks armed in equal measure. Garcia took a deep breath and then another one. Lupe Tillman, Garcia's advisor, knew that signal. "Sir, it will be all right. You know what questions to answer and which ones to redirect. You have your talking points. It's going to be all right."

Garcia chuckled half-heartedly. "Am I that easy to read?"

"When you have been working together for a few years, you pick up on each other's tics."

"I shouldn't be so easy to read. This is going to be a bloodbath."

"Sir, with all due respect, the nature of this is-"

Garcia held his hand up. "Tell me honestly Ms. Tillman, how would it look to you to see a representative of your home, one who has been very vocal about the hyperhuman issue, have a child who obliterated the town square in what can only be described as, and I am quoting the paper here, 'Christmas Gone Serial Killer'. Ice swept up everywhere, the fountain exploded, and snow on the ground in the middle of Summer. Then, have your child sent to Canada to some school for hyperhumans in a clear vain attempt to appease people's fears while also coming across as an asshole for essentially kicking your child out of your home. The very home that was on the cover of magazines with their family front and center, looking picturesque and who now dons the cover of the National Enquirer. Honestly, Ms. Tillman, would you vote for that person again?"

Lupe stood quiet, debating the answer, which she knew was the wrong thing to do. Garcia took that as an answer. "I am already kicking myself for what I was forced to do to my daughter. I already lost my son, I do not want my daughter to hate me too."

"With all due respect sir, I don't think she hates you."

"You didn't see the look in her eyes after I told her what I had to do. A father should comfort his child when she is scared. And here I am sending her away."

"Sir," Lupe started, "It is, by all accounts, a great school. She is smart and dedicated. She'll thrive there."

Garcia had wrestled with those very same points in his mind. "If this continues, I will be going to war against my own child. These people were scared of hyperhumans before the events in the town square, now they are even more concerned. What do I tell them?"

Lupe looked at her clipboard, filled with responses to various questions. She had no real answer for this. "Tell them the truth sir. You are scared and confused also. You clearly love your family and anyone in your shoes would see this as a tough decision. They'll back you up."

Garcia nodded. "I know. And that is what upsets me most of all."

Garcia moved the curtain aside and stepped out to the podium as questions were hurled at him. Flashing lights from cameras blinded him. He heard racial slurs mixed in with fear-dosed statements. He held his hands up to silence them but it only seemed to drive them wilder. He waited for a beat before slamming his hands on the podium in front of him, silencing the masses.

"You have questions and I can only hope I have the answers. We are in a crisis that does not seem to have an end in sight. Most of you are scared, worried, anxious, stressed. I sympathize. I understand. I also have concerns. Concerns that don't seem to be cared for by those in office. Hyperhumans are a threat. I said that before when I was first campaigning and many have asked if I still hold that to be true given recent events. I assure you, ladies and gentlemen, that I firmly believe hyperhumans are a threat. And I plan on tackling this threat head on."

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_{Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

he Homecoming Trials #1.01: I expect perfection

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"Now, do you know why I called you in to see you, Calliope?"

Calliope sat across from Jonas Lehrer after stepping foot inside his office. A young man had stepped out before her and Calliope gave him the once-over. He reeked of what she supposed he might have considered "Bad Boy Appeal". Calliope had seen it time and time again. As soon as he was out of eyesight she forgot he existed.

It was a survival instinct. Calliope knew she was a fish out of water here. That was odd considering the school was for hyperhumans like herself. But she knew she would be judged by others and that thrilled her. She wasn't here to make friends and form long-lasting connections to her peers. She was here for one purpose: to learn all she needed to and help change the world's view on hyperhumans. That already made her public enemy #1. Add on top of that her destruction of her hometown's city center, her father's view on hyperhumans as a whole, hell even her gender, her race, her sexual orientation, made her a target in many circles.

"I expect this isn't simply to get to know a promising new student so let's cut through the bull. Respectfully, Mr. Lehrer"

Jonas chuckled lightheartedly. "A breath of fresh air, Miss de León. I liked to get to know the new additions to my school and, as I told the last young man you briefly met on your way in, that question often tells me much about the student. I already have your file, Miss de León, so you and I both know why you are here. The youngest child of a U.S. Senator who grounded his platform on the rhetoric that hyperhumans were and are a continued threat. What is it with America and using perceived threats as stepping stones for power?"

Calliope let the question hang there because she knew no answer would be satisfactory for either of them.

He continued. "It was rhetorical. It's not like this country isn't without its issues. Be that as it may, this school is an environment where I hope to see the students thrive. Arm them with the tools necessary to achieve their goals."

"Arm them for war, you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

"I looked into this school before my father even considered sending me here. I know its history. It used to be a military academy correct? Just how much of that old history has been changed or has it just been altered, polished up, and painted with new colors?"

Jonas smiled. "A good question. And one I hope you find the answer to in your time here. We are done. Can you send the next one in on your way out?"

Calliope took a second to meet his eyes. She couldn't read them, not right away. She decided that could wait as she stood up and stepped out, allowing the next student to walk in. She couldn't help but feel like she just went through her first test here, even before classes started.

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"It's basically ensuring the teacher you are assigned with has all of the tools they need. Copying, stapling, grading. If they ask for coffee, you get them coffee. This isn't like the movies where the teacher's aide helps change the lives of the students. You do the work quickly and efficiently. Understood?"

Calliope hadn't figured the job would be a cakewalk. Though she was still not thrilled at the prospect she would have to put in work to a school that, by all accounts, should be able to afford to hire the staff necessary to meet these needs. But Calliope bit her tongue. She nodded to the administrative woman in front of her.

"You should find out who you are helping soon as classes will begin quickly. Got to get through the Homecoming Trials first though. Big deal around here."

Calliope had learned all she could from the school, but she had to admit there was much she did not know. The Homecoming Trials was one such area with limited information. She understood the basics, of course. Word got around.

It was just one more hoop to jump through.

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The opening ceremony was everything she expected. She stood for the national anthem of a country she didn't call home and listened as Mr. Lehrer droned on about the Homecoming Trials for the new students as Calliope scanned the crowd in front of her. Faces ranged from a mix of excitement to boredom. Soon they were let out to meet with their teams before the event. As she got up, she heard a voice call out asking about sacrificing. Calliope couldn't help but smile at the question. She looked to see where the voice came from and caught that it was the same guy she saw leaving the Chancellor's office before she went in. Mr. Bad Boy himself. Well, at least it tracked.

Perhaps this school would be entertaining after all.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Sabine Bassard

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Location: Dunk Tanks (School Carnival)
Skills: N/A
First Day Fit

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Sabine honestly didn't expect that reaction.

She essentially called out April for being a weirdo and hiding her true feelings while also insulting Sabine and yet, the girl was falling over herself, apologizing profusely and denying that anything was wrong. It threw Sabine for a loop. Typically, this is the point where the other girl would fight back, call Sabine a bitch, or the usual mean girl fanfare. This was unexpected.

It intrigued Sabine.

Sabine did not know April well enough to know if the girl was telling the truth or not, but Sabine prided herself on her ability to read social cues and make her own estimated deductions. And she knew April was not "all right". Far from it. There was pressure underneath, but if April wasn't ready to talk about that with an almost total stranger, Sabine could not blame her.

After the girl rambled on for a bit, which was amusing and cute, Sabine decided to put her out of her misery. "It's okay. I was mad, but I am not anymore. Just...be more mindful later on. It's a touchy subject very few people are allowed to comment on, let alone joke about."

April checked her phone as Danny called out to them, attempting to put more stock into what this conversation was than needed (she would see Danny paid for that later), but April seemed panicked. Dorian, the birthday boy himself, was ready for them and if April's reaction was anything to go by, in trouble. It wouldn't surprise Sabine if Dorian possessed another person in an attempt to fix silly mistakes.

Sabine was prepared to follow when she heard a crackling sound, followed by a shark CRACK as the Dunk Tank exploded, sending water and shards out. Sabine instinctively held her arms up before it was deemed safe. "Holy...." was all she said as she looked at April, who was even more panicked. Coulson, though, appeared unharmed.

Taking matters into her own hands, literally, Sabine ran up to April. "He's fine, you're fine, everything is fine. Take some deep breaths and let's go see Dorian." Sabine grabbed April's hands, squeezing before leading the girl away from the dunk tanks and following Danny and Mai to Agatha's Tent.

What shows/movies are you watching?

Watching The Parent Test on Hulu and it is helping me process some trauma from childhood. Anyone with a good or maybe not so good relationship with their parents or caregivers might enjoy this.

Edit: Nevermind it's trash lol

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Peregrine Mayfield

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Fit Of The Day

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Perry took two, no wait, three calming breaths before opening her trap again. "Sorry! Little nervous getting to know people. Trying to make friends has always been an issue, as I am sure you can imagine, so I tend to jump headfirst and overexplain myself. Ok, trying this again," Perry centered herself and smiled, "Hello, yes I am Peregrine. Please call me Perry. I am looking forward to getting to know you better and working with the team!"

At the mention of the other Ed, Perry glanced at the detective. He seemed unbothered by the conversation. "Well I can see how that may be confusing. I guess I'll just have to call the detective Edward. Oh! Or I can call the other Ed by a nickname. I'll have to get to know him first, of course."

Perry glanced around. She still wanted to get something, but if Mira already ate, was it rude to stuff her face as she watched? "We could do something else, if you want. I can eat later. Or maybe we can head over there and run into the others that came here? No. You know what? Let's head to the food court. I need that corn dog in my life." Perry turned and headed in the direction of the food court, hoping Mira followed. "So, what brought you to the team? Any cool mission stories to share?"

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Sabine Bassard

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Location: The Field (School Carnival)
Skills: Social Deduction, Perception
First Day Fit

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Sabine took a moment to bask in her peer's adoration at her excellent ball throw. She flexed as Danny and Mai poured more into her already overflowing ego. "Thank you, thank you. I didn't even try that hard, to be honest." Coulson sputtered a bit, the already-soaked headmaster seemed, at the very least, cool with being dunked on. It was all in good fun.

Riding this high, she wanted to move on to the fortune tent, but Danny insisted on waiting for Dorian. Fine, she could wait, and give the others a chance to sink Coulson. April provided her feedback but there was....discord. Her face showed praise but Sabine felt...off. Sabine didn't know the girl well enough to pick up any quirks, but something was up with her. Like there was something below the surface bubbling and until the lid was removed, it lingered. April went to go toss some trash away. "Thanks you two. Why don't one of you get ready to dunk the dude. I will be right back." With that said, she quickly followed April.

It always played in the back of her mind. Her powers were unique. Having the ability to manipulate memories and people's brains was cool, but not everyone thought so. She always worried people would think she was manipulating people to serve her interest. Had she done so before? Of course. Getting out of getting grounded. Getting out of a ticket. Skipping curfew. Extra candy. Harmless stuff. But she had never, NEVEr manipulated people she cared about unless she was given permission or it was a life-and-death scenario. The fact April would seemingly joke about it (and that's what was killing her. WAS it a joke?) irked Sabine in a way she could not describe. She saw herself liking April, but if she was going to go this route, Sabine didn't know if she could trust her.

April shot off a text and Sabine didn't want to bother her midway. After April texted, Sabine went over. "Hey! April you seem cool, but what the hell was that back there? That's not something I appreciate being joked about. I allow Danny and Mai to do so because I am cool with them but I don't know you that well. You don't have to tell me what's eating at you if you want, but I can tell there's something going on. And before you ask, no, I won't snoop in your mind to see your thoughts and find out. I'd rather you tell me, if you wanted."

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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It would be one of two people. The most likely candidate is my older brother. Ever since I showed my powers and was "forced" to come to this university, he has been weirdly protective of me. He knows what our father is like so it is not so surprising. My brother has never shown a hatred towards hyperhumans despite the fact I know many of his friends have said some horrible things about them. The other person is my mother. She texts me a lot, asking how I am. She lets me know how dad is, despite me never asking.

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I am not so dumb that I would immediately trust a stranger. I am a young woman living in the United States, of course, I am going to have my guard up, powers or not. However, a person needs help and I will do my best to ensure they get the help they need. Depending on the situation, I may be able to apply some hands-on help or be able to contact the right people (police, EMTs, etc). Hopefully, this isn't one of those times where a young girl is kidnapped and human trafficked. I ensure I have protection outside of my powers, just in case.

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First, get my bearings. Depending on where I am on campus, there are certain places I should go. I imagine a school like this has plenty of security measures in place, not to mention the staff and students have literal superpowers, so I am not too worried. Though the alarm most likely means a threat of equal or greater power, meaning it is best if left to the staff to handle. I am not without means of self-defense. I would also ensure other students are safe and see they get to safety.

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Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

@Retired Sorry, I thought I posted on here. I am, unfortunately, not going to be pursuing this, though I wish you all the best <3

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Peregrine Mayfield

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Location: The Mall
Skills: N/A
Fit Of The Day

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As Peregrine roamed the lanes of the mall, on her way to show Detective Ed the pure joy of the corn dog, she was interrupted midthought by a voice she recognized and a figure she had seen before. Peregrine glanced over the girl in front of her (in a totally not creepy way!). Mira. She had met the girl earlier, but they hadn't spoken much. She got the sense that Mira was quiet. Still, her energy was just...chef's kiss. Peregrine could tell they would get along well.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry! In my own little world here, literally! Ha ha, umm....yes, my name is Peregrine. You can call me Perry if you want. Or whatever. Call me anything you want. Not in a weird way though! I didn't mean it like that. Perry! Please, call me Perry." Detective Ed stifled a chuckle as Peregine made an idiot of herself. She took a calming deep breath before venturing onward into the unknown. "You're Mira right? It is nice to see you again. Sorry, we didn't get to talk much. Coming to the mansion was like a whirlwind of activity, I barely got to meet anyone."

Peregrine glanced around, wondering what to do next. She still wanted that corn dog. "Oh! You're probably wondering why I was talking to myself just then. I am not crazy I swear! I was talking to my ghost friend. I imagine that's not out of the realm of possibility for you considering the company you keep. He's right here. Name is Edward or Ed. I was just on my way to the food court to show him how American delicacies have advanced since he was alive. Would you like to join us? Me? I guess just me since you can't see him! Ha!"

Jesus Christ Peregine. Get a hold of yourself!