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As this has been discussed before, this is a large school. It is very likely you will run into someone with similar powers to yours. Harlowe and Mackenna as an example.
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Well now that I got the customary "post once" requirement out of the way....
HELLO
Welcome to my safe space. Well, about as safe as one space can be, I guess. If you are here looking for something, I am very sorry to disappoint you, but I made fresh cookies! Come sit a spell.
I guess I'll do some more in-depth stuff about myself. My name is Nick and I am 35 years old living in Illinois. I am a therapist and clinical responder (which is a fancy way of saying I go out on police calls to provide mental health assistance). Been doing therapy for a few years now and I absolutely love it!
I am a gay, cisgender man. I came out in January 2020 (smack dab in the middle of a pandemic. Timing was always my downfall). There is still much I am learning, but I am proud and happy to be who I really am and not have to hide it anymore!
I am an avid gamer, especially roleplaying games (cue surprised and shock noises). I also enjoy writing and reading, especially mysteries. I am not new to roleplay, I promise. I have been doing it for years now in different formats. I am experienced, even if it doesn't seem like it.
I use humor as a coping mechanism for sure, but I also like laughing and enjoying myself. Life can be pretty sad and upsetting for the most part and I don't want to add to it.
Whew! That got deep!
I will be poking my nose around in spaces and hoping to jump headfirst into this. Some interests I have in terms of roleplay settings include superheroes, DnD, science fiction/fantasy, mysteries, thrillers, horror stuffs, apocolypse, and espionage. And I am a fan of most things pop culture. If you have any suggestions or possible roleplays you think I would love, please let me know.
Otherwise, stick around! This is gonna get wild!
HELLO
Welcome to my safe space. Well, about as safe as one space can be, I guess. If you are here looking for something, I am very sorry to disappoint you, but I made fresh cookies! Come sit a spell.
I guess I'll do some more in-depth stuff about myself. My name is Nick and I am 35 years old living in Illinois. I am a therapist and clinical responder (which is a fancy way of saying I go out on police calls to provide mental health assistance). Been doing therapy for a few years now and I absolutely love it!
I am a gay, cisgender man. I came out in January 2020 (smack dab in the middle of a pandemic. Timing was always my downfall). There is still much I am learning, but I am proud and happy to be who I really am and not have to hide it anymore!
I am an avid gamer, especially roleplaying games (cue surprised and shock noises). I also enjoy writing and reading, especially mysteries. I am not new to roleplay, I promise. I have been doing it for years now in different formats. I am experienced, even if it doesn't seem like it.
I use humor as a coping mechanism for sure, but I also like laughing and enjoying myself. Life can be pretty sad and upsetting for the most part and I don't want to add to it.
Whew! That got deep!
I will be poking my nose around in spaces and hoping to jump headfirst into this. Some interests I have in terms of roleplay settings include superheroes, DnD, science fiction/fantasy, mysteries, thrillers, horror stuffs, apocolypse, and espionage. And I am a fan of most things pop culture. If you have any suggestions or possible roleplays you think I would love, please let me know.
Otherwise, stick around! This is gonna get wild!
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Calli took a moment in the tent to put on clothes. It wouldn't do well to stifle rumors if she ran out after Banjo in nothing but her underwear. Later, she would think back to that split decision, even though it took her roughly a few minutes, and feel guilt. What if she had left sooner? What if she hadn't let Banjo walk out alone? Would things have been different?
Once outside, it was clear something was off. Almost like the air was charged with intensity. Perhaps that was the lingering effects of the storm, but Calli could feel the charge. It seemed the others had also, because she was not alone at the campsite. What she saw though altered herself.
She quickly noted the feelings were the loss of her powers. How long had she been dreaming of not having her powers anymore? To be normal? Ever since she found out about her powers she longed for them to disappear and now that her wish was granted she felt....empty. Like a significant part of herself was taken and she felt hollow. In a matter of moments that seemed to take forever, the threat was revealed.
Betrayal. She knew the feeling well. What were her father's actions if not a form of betrayal? She knew very little about the other students, but even so, weren't they here to do better? Instead, they fueled the hatred of Hyperhumans.
The hooded figure took time to address of few of their own. Haleigh, Rory. Calli felt herself grow angry at the hooded figure's comments. Calli looked around to see where Banjo was and quickly locked on to him. However, she was too late to do anything to stop Banjo from opening his mouth. "What are you doing you idiot?" she thought to herself. She felt herself get riled up as Hyperion chattered away, doing their best to get Banjo to join them. Calli would later also think back to this moment, knowing full well that Banjo would do no such thing, but also admitting she couldn't be 100% sure. And that moment of falter would undo her.
As quick as it was to see him it took Hyperion mere seconds to launch him in the air. "NO!" she screamed, starting to run forward before she felt arms around her, grappling her in her spot. She turned to look at who had the audacity to step in and saw some woman she did not recognize at first. "There's nothing you can do! You need to hold back." Calli recognized the woman as Jessica, the student mentor for another team. Even still, Calli's first thought was to deck the woman, instead, opting to get out of the hold. "Let go of me! I need to..." Calli turned and fought the woman off, but she was too late. The figure had targeted Cass, who had a gun, and impaled him. Calli stumbled forward, falling to the ground on her knees. She looked up to see Banjo falling. In that moment, she felt fear. Intense fear. She felt herself tune out everyone talking. She was sure Jessica was trying to speak to her, but Calli couldn't hear it. She felt her heart race and, ironically, grow colder. The edges of her vision began to darken. Her breathing grew heavy and pained. She knew the symptoms well, though in the past she got these attacks when her grades at school were being threatened or when she had to make public appearances for her father.
"Keep it together Calliope. Keep it together." Her thoughts were not connecting to her body. Eventually, a cocktail of fear, panic, and exhaustion took over and Calli felt herself slip, landing on the cold ground.
Interaction(s):Team Blackjack
Calliope had woken up in the school's medical facility. She was out for a good couple of hours. The staff there recommended she remain there to check. Each medical personnel gave her a warm smile that didn't meet their eyes. Calli knew it wasn't some nightmare she had. Cass was dead. Banjo was killed or hurt. Tad was missing. And who knows what the other students were feeling. Calli closed her eyes, attempting to block out everything around her. She didn't want to smile back. She didn't want to heal up. She thought of nothing more than meeting that hooded figure and the students who betrayed the school and freezing their blood from within until their bones cracked. The machine she was connected to started beeping due to her elevated heart rate and one of the staff came over. Calli opened her eyes and calmed down. Now wasn't the time.
"Hello Ms. de Leon. My name is Dr. Fiona Arthur. How are you feeling today?"
"Fine."
Dr. Arthur wrote something down in her notebook. Probably that Calli was anything but fine. "That's good, but you know it is all right if you aren't feeling fine. Especially given the things you've seen. We all grieve in different ways."
"Tell me then doctor. Is planning homicide a way to grieve?"
To her credit, Dr. Arthur did not display any shock to her question. "Do you plan on following through with your plan?"
Calliope knew therapists and other medical professionals were mandated reporters. She knew if she laid out everything she had been thinking about, it would be reported. Which was funny since she only planned on harming terrorists. Surely the authorities would turn a blind eye to that?
"Of course not."
"It's rational to be angry. You experienced something traumatic. The school recommends therapy following something like this. Did you know the boy well? Cassander?"
Calliope closed her eyes, picturing the first time she spoke to Cass. Then following it up with his face as he was impaled. Everything in between was a blur. Fuzzy. Like a TV screen when it's not on the right channel and it is nothing but static.
"Not well enough. And now I never will."
Dr. Arthur wrote something else down. "Though you did not know him well, he was a part of your team. I imagine you aren't alone in your feelings."
"With all due respect, fuck feelings."
"Feelings have a habit of coming, even when we don't want them. Tell me, how long have you had panic attacks?"
Calli figured this was coming. Of course the school knew about her attacks. Hell, it was how she got to come to the school in the first place. "For as long as I can remember."
Dr. Arthur wrote something down. "Ever since you were a child? Or later on?
"Child. I can handle them."
"Ms. de Leon, how come you aren't taking your medication?"
Calli tensed up. "How do you know about that?"
Dr. Arthur put her notebook down, now looking directly into Calli's eyes. "I know about a lot more than you might think. That's why I am here. I know about your family. I know about your upbringing. About what happened that got you here. I know the choice of taking medication was stolen from you. If you want, I can write you a prescript..."
Calli stood up, taking Dr. Arthur back. "I'm fine! I don't need pills! I can handle it! You don't know me, you know what's on whatever fucking report the school gave you has on me." Calli stormed towards the door. "Anger is normal. We can talk..."
"I am done talking."
Calli opened the door and slammed it shut. Dr. Arthur messaged her secretary, "Pencil Ms. de Leon for next week, same time."
Calliope had attempted to see Banjo at the hospital, but every time she walked up, she was met with the same nurse who looked like she had been on rotation for three weeks straight. "Honey, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. Family only."
Biting her tongue, Calli stopped trying. She made her way back to the school, where the funeral for Cass was quickly underway. There, along with her fellow students, they grieved for the loss of life. The others on her team were there. She could hear them talking. Haleigh especially. She could echo Haleigh's feelings. She too wanted nothing more than to find those that hurt them, hurt Banjo, killed Cass, and see them suffer.
Trace and Rory had spoken up, consoling Haleigh. Trace had a point. Why? That question wracked her own brain. "Hyperion is going to pay." Calli let her words hang there. She wanted to let this be about Cass' memory and not her own plans for vengeance. She got a notice that she was scheduled for therapy the following week. She felt her heart race again. She wrapped one hand around her wrist and took some deep breaths.
1....
2.......
3...........
She quickly calmed down. See, Dr. Arthur. She was fine.
She had to be.....
Once outside, it was clear something was off. Almost like the air was charged with intensity. Perhaps that was the lingering effects of the storm, but Calli could feel the charge. It seemed the others had also, because she was not alone at the campsite. What she saw though altered herself.
She quickly noted the feelings were the loss of her powers. How long had she been dreaming of not having her powers anymore? To be normal? Ever since she found out about her powers she longed for them to disappear and now that her wish was granted she felt....empty. Like a significant part of herself was taken and she felt hollow. In a matter of moments that seemed to take forever, the threat was revealed.
Betrayal. She knew the feeling well. What were her father's actions if not a form of betrayal? She knew very little about the other students, but even so, weren't they here to do better? Instead, they fueled the hatred of Hyperhumans.
The hooded figure took time to address of few of their own. Haleigh, Rory. Calli felt herself grow angry at the hooded figure's comments. Calli looked around to see where Banjo was and quickly locked on to him. However, she was too late to do anything to stop Banjo from opening his mouth. "What are you doing you idiot?" she thought to herself. She felt herself get riled up as Hyperion chattered away, doing their best to get Banjo to join them. Calli would later also think back to this moment, knowing full well that Banjo would do no such thing, but also admitting she couldn't be 100% sure. And that moment of falter would undo her.
As quick as it was to see him it took Hyperion mere seconds to launch him in the air. "NO!" she screamed, starting to run forward before she felt arms around her, grappling her in her spot. She turned to look at who had the audacity to step in and saw some woman she did not recognize at first. "There's nothing you can do! You need to hold back." Calli recognized the woman as Jessica, the student mentor for another team. Even still, Calli's first thought was to deck the woman, instead, opting to get out of the hold. "Let go of me! I need to..." Calli turned and fought the woman off, but she was too late. The figure had targeted Cass, who had a gun, and impaled him. Calli stumbled forward, falling to the ground on her knees. She looked up to see Banjo falling. In that moment, she felt fear. Intense fear. She felt herself tune out everyone talking. She was sure Jessica was trying to speak to her, but Calli couldn't hear it. She felt her heart race and, ironically, grow colder. The edges of her vision began to darken. Her breathing grew heavy and pained. She knew the symptoms well, though in the past she got these attacks when her grades at school were being threatened or when she had to make public appearances for her father.
"Keep it together Calliope. Keep it together." Her thoughts were not connecting to her body. Eventually, a cocktail of fear, panic, and exhaustion took over and Calli felt herself slip, landing on the cold ground.
C A L L I O P E
C A L L I O P E
C A L L I O P E
Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
First Class #2.09: Protection
Interaction(s):Team Blackjack
Previously: N/A
Calliope had woken up in the school's medical facility. She was out for a good couple of hours. The staff there recommended she remain there to check. Each medical personnel gave her a warm smile that didn't meet their eyes. Calli knew it wasn't some nightmare she had. Cass was dead. Banjo was killed or hurt. Tad was missing. And who knows what the other students were feeling. Calli closed her eyes, attempting to block out everything around her. She didn't want to smile back. She didn't want to heal up. She thought of nothing more than meeting that hooded figure and the students who betrayed the school and freezing their blood from within until their bones cracked. The machine she was connected to started beeping due to her elevated heart rate and one of the staff came over. Calli opened her eyes and calmed down. Now wasn't the time.
"Hello Ms. de Leon. My name is Dr. Fiona Arthur. How are you feeling today?"
"Fine."
Dr. Arthur wrote something down in her notebook. Probably that Calli was anything but fine. "That's good, but you know it is all right if you aren't feeling fine. Especially given the things you've seen. We all grieve in different ways."
"Tell me then doctor. Is planning homicide a way to grieve?"
To her credit, Dr. Arthur did not display any shock to her question. "Do you plan on following through with your plan?"
Calliope knew therapists and other medical professionals were mandated reporters. She knew if she laid out everything she had been thinking about, it would be reported. Which was funny since she only planned on harming terrorists. Surely the authorities would turn a blind eye to that?
"Of course not."
"It's rational to be angry. You experienced something traumatic. The school recommends therapy following something like this. Did you know the boy well? Cassander?"
Calliope closed her eyes, picturing the first time she spoke to Cass. Then following it up with his face as he was impaled. Everything in between was a blur. Fuzzy. Like a TV screen when it's not on the right channel and it is nothing but static.
"Not well enough. And now I never will."
Dr. Arthur wrote something else down. "Though you did not know him well, he was a part of your team. I imagine you aren't alone in your feelings."
"With all due respect, fuck feelings."
"Feelings have a habit of coming, even when we don't want them. Tell me, how long have you had panic attacks?"
Calli figured this was coming. Of course the school knew about her attacks. Hell, it was how she got to come to the school in the first place. "For as long as I can remember."
Dr. Arthur wrote something down. "Ever since you were a child? Or later on?
"Child. I can handle them."
"Ms. de Leon, how come you aren't taking your medication?"
Calli tensed up. "How do you know about that?"
Dr. Arthur put her notebook down, now looking directly into Calli's eyes. "I know about a lot more than you might think. That's why I am here. I know about your family. I know about your upbringing. About what happened that got you here. I know the choice of taking medication was stolen from you. If you want, I can write you a prescript..."
Calli stood up, taking Dr. Arthur back. "I'm fine! I don't need pills! I can handle it! You don't know me, you know what's on whatever fucking report the school gave you has on me." Calli stormed towards the door. "Anger is normal. We can talk..."
"I am done talking."
Calli opened the door and slammed it shut. Dr. Arthur messaged her secretary, "Pencil Ms. de Leon for next week, same time."
Calliope had attempted to see Banjo at the hospital, but every time she walked up, she was met with the same nurse who looked like she had been on rotation for three weeks straight. "Honey, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. Family only."
Biting her tongue, Calli stopped trying. She made her way back to the school, where the funeral for Cass was quickly underway. There, along with her fellow students, they grieved for the loss of life. The others on her team were there. She could hear them talking. Haleigh especially. She could echo Haleigh's feelings. She too wanted nothing more than to find those that hurt them, hurt Banjo, killed Cass, and see them suffer.
Trace and Rory had spoken up, consoling Haleigh. Trace had a point. Why? That question wracked her own brain. "Hyperion is going to pay." Calli let her words hang there. She wanted to let this be about Cass' memory and not her own plans for vengeance. She got a notice that she was scheduled for therapy the following week. She felt her heart race again. She wrapped one hand around her wrist and took some deep breaths.
1....
2.......
3...........
She quickly calmed down. See, Dr. Arthur. She was fine.
She had to be.....
Perry was confused. So they weren't going to punch the guy with the extremely punchable face? Perry was annoyed, but she guessed she understood. "So next time we get to know the clearly evil guy before we punch him. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan." At least Neil seemed to be on her side, given his reactions to her.
So the game plan was to....what? Look around the place they know very little about in the hopes of finding some way to escape? "As good a plan as any. Are we going to make nice with the bad guys here who don't like us and want us dead? The winners of their respective fights? Gonna go out on a limb and say they will probably throw fists first and have tea and scones second. So maybe it is best if we prepare for confrontation, regardless."
She didn't know what fuckface was talking about with Flynn, but it was another reason to punch his smug face. No one talked about Hottie McHotstuff and got away with it. This time around though, Perry inched closer to Neil, "He really did have a punchable face, right?"
Sabine Bassard
Sabine knew eyes were on them when they made their way back to their dorm. It was hard to get any privacy here and rumors spread like wildfire. It would only be a matter of time until the others heard about her and Leah walking hand-in-hand after making out in public. She decided, after seeing Leah respond to a text, to shoot one off herself.
Once she was done and Leah came back, she grabbed her hand and continued. She forgot Leah stuck around while Sabine went home. But given how Leah's home life was, she was not surprised. "It's all good. Play around with my stuff if you want. Feel what it's like to be me for a bit."
Once safely in their residence, Sabine let go of Leah's hand and faced her. "Get ready, because I am about to show you what true pleasure is like."
C A L L I O P E
C A L L I O P E
C A L L I O P E
Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials #1.103a: Human Connection
Interaction(s): Trace @psych0pomp
Previously: Group Therapy
Calli listened as, one by one, they all opened up. It was nice to see considering mere moments ago they were all at each other's throats. Or some of them were. Luce's story broke her heart. And it made her feel shitty for complaining about her own father. At least he was alive, even though he looked at her like he wished she would disappear.
She could feel the warmth terminating from Banjo, even with the campfire. She felt guilty. She intended it not to go further than a night in the tent together to forget she was at this stupid school. But Banjo had to be so fucking sweet. Showing her genuine care. Showing her humanity and not expecting her to be anything but who she was. Why had she jumped down Inigo and Rory's throats? Why was she so protective?
Because he expected little from her, whatever she gave him, he appreciated.
All that glitters is not gold though. Despite their quick bonding session, someone had to ruin it. Mackenna had entered the chat bragging about herself. Calliope hated and appreciated how much she liked Mackenna. Hell, Calliope knew girls like her back home. She could hardly blame her for sharing her success. But even then, Calliope got the sense the girl had deeper things going on. And even then, the bombastic side-eye coming her way could not be ignored.
Inigo came along and Banjo got up to speak to him. Hopefully, the two could hash it out and come to an understanding. Before Calliope could continue, Trace stood up and stormed off.
Admittedly, Trace was not her favorite person, but even still, they had opened up despite her initial gut reaction. "Be right back." Calli stood up and followed Trace. But they went into their tent before Calli could call out to her. They probably wanted to be alone, but despite it, Calli spoke up. "Trace? I know you probably want to be left alone, but I just wanted you to know I appreciate you opening up. Even slightly. I imagine that was not what you wanted to do, but I think it was brave. And your powers are really awesome. I hope to get to know you better, even slightly. Have a good night."
Calliope turned and walked back to the campfire. Seeing if the others wanted to continue the conversations, as heavy as they were.
H A R L O W E
H A R L O W E
H A R L O W E
Location: Team 78 Campsite - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials #1.103b: This Is Something Real
Interaction(s): Coop @psych0pomp, Yuri @Wei Wuxian
Previously: Lyrics
Before Harlowe knew it, more had come over to her. She turned the music down to hear what the others were saying. So far, no one seemed annoyed by her playlist. "Uh, not sure to be honest. Never tried. I imagine I can get it pretty loud though. I think I even hit that frequency that only dogs can hear once. Harlowe decided to keep the event that brought here here a secret. It's not like everyone else was trauma-dumping.
As Yuri spoke, the wind picked up, blowing around the guy. "So you control the wind or something? Pretty awesome power!"
Another guy came running up, this one clearly enjoying the pizza they were provided. Harlowe couldn't help but appreciate it. And he was cute. Come to think of it, so far, everyone she had seen was hot. "Hey Coop, Yuri. Name's Harlowe. I believe I am still looking for a tent buddy. Are either of you in need of one? I promise to be the best roomie for the night! Can't promise to be super great in the morning though. I hate mornings."
Harlowe decided to bite the bullet. Perhaps one of these two had more of an idea as to what was going on. "Hey, do either of you two know about this school and what's going on with these trials tomorrow? I was dropped off at the front gate literally during that opening ceremony bit and I barely had time to read up on anything before we all hiked up here."
Nevermind, I was never here
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Perry had forgotten that Ed had asked for some hair to do his powers. That was odd, but then again, they were a bunch of humans with weird abilities on a floating rock so weird had left the station a long time ago. "Oh, for sure dude. One strand okay? And does it matter that it's not my natural color? Girl's got to mix it up time and again. Hell, I don't think I know what my real hair color looks like anymore!" She pulled out one strand and handed it to Ed.
Soon enough though, the voice matched the person as some blowhard jackass who just oozed awful. Perry still had her hands up. "I still want to punch him. Can I punch him? He has a very punchable face." She really wanted to, but recognized she would probably be met with something bad. She listened as Fabian explained why they were here. Seems the others were right. They won their spot here, though they all had no idea that was the 'reward' for winning.
"Well, they don't want us here and we don't want to be here so it seems our wants align. Direct us to the nearest ship or whatever and we'll be on our way fuckface. I mean, Fabian." She was probably setting herself up for something, but she really detested this guy. She scooted closer to Flynn, just in case. Setting Fabian on fire seemed like an all-right thing to do.
Sabine Bassard
and
Leah Jordan
Location: Spaceship -> Into The Sunset
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
Sabine took a moment to soak in the attention. Granted, it wasn't nearly as much as she hoped for (she came back with a freaking sword people! Like, get it together..) but it was great nonetheless. April made a big show of support highlighting how it made her think of She-Ra and making plans to cosplay. Sabine had seen the show (a show with substantial queer representation? Of COURSE she watched it), so she was on board. "Course we can do that. What a great idea." April even got her thinking of names.
Before she could mull it over, a blur of dark, curly hair got in her face. Leah. Fucking Leah. Sabine hadn't expected the girl to approach her, but here she was. Admittedly, Sabine was happy for that attention also. Leah rightfully asked why she had a sword all of a sudden. Sabine didn't feel comfortable disclosing its origins in public, so she opted for a white lie. "Right? So cool. A gift from my father. Probably to make amends for how this morning ended. You can touch it, I suppose."
"Your- Huh. Didn't think making amends was something he did." Leah did, in fact, reach her hand down and tap the sword once. It was definitely a firm tap, considering Leah was superhumanly strong, not that she was trying to shove Sabine back or damage the sword. "Do you even-" Leah turned her attention to the swarm of burning insects that April's... Friend? Seemed to be causing. Honestly, April probably had that better covered than her, so she turned back to Sabine. She wasn't even going to dignify that with her attention. "I always thought your old man was just some irredeemable asshole, honestly."
Sabine hadn't noticed the burning insects and, noticeably, panicked. It was hard to maintain your cool girl facade and be next to fucking burning bugs. "Look, be super cool about this but can we talk away from the literal fire insects please?" Sabine didn't let Leah decide as she peaced the fuck out, mumbling how stupid it was to be able to do that. What the fuck kind of school was this?
Once they were safely away, Sabine took a few moments to calm down. The bugs were not there. She was fine. "Ok, better. Sorry about that. Back to my father. I mean, I would hardly count this as redeeming himself. Whenever he fucks something up he uses gifts to fix it. Honestly, it's annoying you can't even imagine."
"Yeah- That sounds like a situation." There weren't many people around them that were actively paying attention to them, and Sabine wasn't that bad to talk to, honestly, so Leah continued. "... At least you're not destined by fate to kill him. Agatha told me I'd have to kill mine someday."
Sabine took a moment to make sure she heard that correctly. Leah was destined to kill her father? Sabine could be annoyed by her father, sure, but she would never take his life. Hell, she would never take her stepmother's life either. If she were gone, Sabine wouldn't be able to make her life a living hell. So Leah had this rolling around in her mind. Rough.
"So like....do you want to kill your dad? Is this fortune like....a blessing or curse situation?" Leah had never really talked about her family whenever the two of them did converse. "You've never really brought him up so..not sure what to make of that."
Leah paused mid-conversation and considered her words carefully. More out of self-consciousness than anything else. "Honestly, I'd rather just never see him again. I- I thought I already did kill him once when he- He shot and killed my mother right in front of me about... A week or two before I wound up here. Apparently, he's actually alive according to the wizard woman in the tent." She said, looking at the ground and not at Sabine.
Sabine didn't know what to expect, but she certainly didn't expect that. Leah's father killed her mother right in front of her. And Leah attempted to kill him. Rightly so, in Sabine's opinion. And then Sabine's mind went back to all of the terrible things she said about Leah. And the things she thought.
God she was a real bitch.
"Fuck Leah. I'm so sorry. What an absolute piece of shit." Well, if they were trauma dumping..."Fuck it. I lied. My father didn't send me the sword. Apparently, my deceased mother did. But back to you...do you want to kill your father? If so I'll help hide the body."
Leah blinked and wasn't entirely surprised by the lie. A parent who was supposedly dead was something she could understand, but that still sounded weird. "I- Fuck. Maybe? Here's the thing about him. He's dangerous. You could pit Vision, Firestar, and fucking Thor again him and he'd be bored. That man's dangerous, and you wouldn't know what way he decides to be dangerous in because- Well, he's got this weird mental power that lets him replace 20-something years of study in something with an hour or two. Give him an hour and he could rebuild Ultron from scrap metal, give him another and he'd think faster than a supercomputer. He can do that with fighting too- If he showed up looking for me for something reason he- No one here would be safe from that." Normally, Leah talked in a very serious and profound way- She backed up what she said. But right now, she sounded downright worried. , She wouldn't say it outright, but the thought of Imperator showing up to AA scared her.
Sabine could sense the fear. It was palpable. And that concerned her. Leah did not show fear. So if her father was really like this....Sabine could see why she was so afraid. "Well, I'm not scared of him. Gonna be hard to do all that if I turn his brain to much so badly he needs to eat through tubes in his arms." Sabine hoped her bravado would be of comfort, but it was still hard. Sabine recognized her family was fucked up, but not THIS fucked up. "If he does come here for you, he's got to get through me first. And I'll be damned if I let some geriatric motherfucker take me down."
"Heh. Maybe... After I supposedly buried him under an entire mountain's worth of rock, I rode on a boulder all the way to here. I basically ran away from a pile of rubble by the time the rocks stopped moving. Agatha told me that if I didn't face him eventually, that would happen again- Me destroying everything and moving onto another place, and that it would happen again if I didn't face him then either. It's some sort of cyclical shit and the only way to undo it is to finish him off, I guess."
Bravado was certainly Leah's language. Her spirits were lifted back up by that. "He'd turn this place upside down to get to me if he knew I was here... But he probably wouldn't expect some mindfucking bitch with a sword." She joked.
"That's right. Mindfucking bitch and a literal powerhouse tank. Can't be super smart if you are being punched in the face 500 times. No way he's finding you here. And even then, we'll take him down and ensure he can't mess with anyone ever." Sabine noted this was one of the first conversations with Leah that didn't end in them yelling at each other. It made her see Leah in a new light.
A genuine smile crept up on Leah’s face. Not an overly excited one, but a content one. "Yeah. We’ll fuck him up. Just do me a favor. Don’t tell anyone I’m telling you this, okay? My dad’s an actual villain. The mercenary kind. People around here might be able to trace where he is, and that’s a whole other mess of that happens. I don’t want this to be a whole thing, you know?”
Sabine also smiled. "Girl, please. Everyone knows your thing is being a royal pain in my ass." We couldn't let it get too sappy now. "I won't tell. Promise. Now, what do we hug or...what? Sabine felt a warmth in her chest. It sucked and was wonderful at the same time. She didn't have bonding with Leah on her bingo card, but she wasn't upset.
Leah actually laughed at that. ”Know what? Sure. Just don’t shred your arms.” Leah swing an arm over Sabine’s shoulder. ”You can be pretty non-bitchy when you-
Sabine broke off the hug. She hadn't intended to see Leah's memories, but she had inadvertently. And what she saw was....horrible. It made her physically sick. What kind of monster does that? But Sabine knew monsters existed and that they weren't the boogie men that lived under your bed. They were the very people in under the same roof.
"I- I am so sorry Leah. I didn't intend to do that, I promise! I didn't mess with it either. God, I am so fucking sorry." Sabine felt herself getting on the verge of tears, both because of the horrendous thing she witnessed, but also because of how terribly she treated Leah in the past (and partially because of those fucking bees).
Leah flinched back as if she had been punched. She felt Sabine trawl through her memories, and considering Leah didn’t have many good memories, it wasn’t hard to imagine what sort of thing she saw. Her knee-jerk reaction spark a snapping noise in the ground. A fissure, no wider than Leah’s forearm splintered outwards away from them both, without Leah even realizing she had done it. ”What the hell? I thought you-“ She stopped midsentence, trying to reel herself back in. Sabine didn’t do that on purpose.
She caught her breath and tried again. ”You didn’t mean to do that. It’s fine. We were just- We were having a moment. Don’t worry about it. I didn’t mean to shout at you.”
Sabine could feel she was moments away from getting obliterated before Leah controlled herself. Sabine could hardly blame her. "I'm usually good at controlling that. I don't know what happened. It won't happen again. I can see why you don't want your dad here. From what I saw though, the next time I see him, it's hands on sight. That fucker doesn't deserve another moment of happiness."
"You- Fuck." It didn't feel good knowing Sabine had just witnessed Leah in one of the most vulnerable points of her life. It was mortifying in some ways and just anxiety-inducing in others. Leah, for a moment, considered just running off and forgetting about this conversation. But Sabine was actually being nice to her. They never had a conversation that went this way. "You're right... He doesn't. Thanks. Now get back over here." She said, spreading her arms out so they could hug for real this time.
Sabine knew Leah was contemplating all sorts of things, and to her credit, she remained. Sabine had seen Leah in multiple new lights. Sabine also remembered Agatha's fortune. Granted, it most likely had to do with her mother (and that was something Sabine wasn't ready to face quite yet) but Sabine also figured she had to change some things presently. Why not have one of those things be her relationship with Leah.
"Baise-le," Sabine said in her native tongue before moving to Leah and, rather than a hug, took Leah in and kissed her gently on the lips. If Sabine were being honest, she had wanted to do that before (Leah was hot after all) but the moment of vulnerability made it seem worth it.
Leah... Wasn't prepared for that. Her mind started racing all over again, but it was in a better way than just a minute ago. Sure, Sabine was a bitch, but she was carrying a sword right now... And Leah secretly had a thing for blondes. She rapidly blinked several times while holding Sabine's gaze.
..."Fuck." She said, after numerous seconds of being speechless, and just went in for another kiss, swinging an arm around Sabine's lower back and holding her there. Her mind simply wasn't in charge anymore.
It tasted so good and, once Leah had accepted it, Sabine went fully in. The two stood there, embraced and in the moment, not caring who saw. Sabine's mind was going 120 MPH and she didn't care. All that mattered right here and now was this kiss.
Once satiated, Sabine tilted her head back to look at Leah. "This is going to make things interesting in the dorm room." Sabine stepped back, adjusting her clothes. "Well, that was....good. Great even. Do you want to head back to the others or...?" Sabine let the question hang there. As far as she was concerned, the day could not get better.
"Not particularly... Flaming bees and too many people. How about we just- I dunno, head back to the dorms for a bit?" She felt like she was on fire after that, but... Damn. Sabine was a good kisser. "Let everyone else worry about the flaming bugs." She hadn't let go of Sabine just yet.
Sabine thought about it and, yeah, she did not want to go back to the flaming bees. Thinking about it sent her to panic mode, so she opted to be horny instead. "You know what, you're right. Let's go." She unfurled herself from Leah, taking the girl by the hand as they made their way to the dorms, not giving a fuck who saw them. After all, Sabine enjoyed being watched.
C A L L I O P E
C A L L I O P E
C A L L I O P E
Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials #1.92a: Group Therapy
Interaction(s): The Campfire Crew
Previously: Doing It Right This Time
Calliope listened as, slowly, one by one, each of the others introduced themselves and their powers. But it wasn't only that. Essentially, Banjo set off a domino effect of others unleashing their traumas of the past and what brought them here. She hadn't intended for it to get that far, but maybe it was for the best? They were supposed to be a team (though the team switch was still looming over their heads).
Calliope felt an arm around her and immediately tensed up. Her mind warped back to early high school and....well let's just say that seemingly perfect young girls had reputations that people acted on, whether it was true or not. She looked over to see it was Banjo who did so. She relaxed, allowing him to continue. It was also sweet of him to give Katja his food.
What surprised her the most was Trace opening up. Calliope hadn't expected that. She expected Trace to unleash into all of them, saying how stupid this all was, and going off to brood somewhere else. Instead, they shared their ability. As creepy as it was (and it was fucking creepy) it was also impressive. Everyone's abilities were.
Calli supposed she should also share. It was only fair. "So I admittedly grew up in a very privileged home. My father is a senator in the United States. He worked hard to get there, especially since the country looks down on people of color, even if they were here legally. To that end, once he achieved it, everyone else was expected to fall in line. We had to look a certain way, act a certain way. We couldn't hang out with certain kids if it made us look bad. We were limited in how we interacted with the world. Every time we left the house we were expected to be perfect. Get perfect grades. One slip=up and we paid the price. It was almost like we had to be one unit rather than be individuals."
"Recently, like a few months ago, the pressure got too much. I was out with my parents, making the rounds and showing how great we were, when I just...lost it. I knew what my powers were. Had known for a long time. I think my mother knew, but not my father. But when I lost it, there was ice everywhere. It destroyed the town center's water fountain. The cross-section streets were destroyed. Hell, it looked like fucking Christmas in July. I made it snow! And everyone just...looked at me like I was a freak. A monster. I could handle the strangers looking at me like that. But it was my father's expression that destroyed me. It's funny, he thinks I'm here to learn to hide it better. Jokes on him, I guess."
Calli brought her knees up to her and wrapped her arms around them. She felt lighter, but she would not say she felt better.
Better took time.
H A R L O W E
H A R L O W E
H A R L O W E
Location: Team 78 Campsite - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials #1.92b: Lyrics
Interaction(s): Lakisha @TGM
Previously: Let The Music Move You
Harlowe followed the voice that responded to her. Lakisha, she introduced herself. Harlowe chuckled at her comment. Loud and weird? Sounded like a perfect roommate to her. "Hey Kisha, name's Harlowe. I'd be happy to bunk with you. Loud and weird don't bother me. I can tune it out if it gets too much, but I grew up with six brothers and sisters. I'm used to it."
And more so to the others, she continued. "I suppose in the vein of team building, we should disclose what our abilities are. I can show more than tell." Harlowe took out her phone and started playing a song. Obviously, the volume was low. Harlowe focused, allowing the song to get louder and louder until it was like her phone was connected to a loudspeaker.
Beggin'
Everyone would be able to hear her music. Hopefully, the others enjoyed it. Harlowe began to speak, but as she did so the volume on her music lowered to allow her to be heard. "I can do more than that, of course. But I control sound. I also have really attuned hearing."
Harlowe allowed the music to continue, but she kept it at a level that didn't prevent others from speaking. She was just happy to share her music and her abilities without fear. Perhaps this would be a good environment for her.
The car ride was silent as Geraldine Pritchard pressed lightly on the gas pedal, moving through the Canadian wilderness. Harlowe didn't know where they were going. She expected to be sent to juvenile detention or, more likely, prison after what she did. She moved the left sleeve of her shirt, eyeing the bruises there. They healed somewhat, but she could still see the finger marks on her skin. She rolled it down and glanced at Geraldine to see if she noticed.
She did. Of course she did.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Harlowe sunk into herself. She hated feeling small. She never wanted to feel small. "I can handle myself," was all Harlowe said. Geraldine scoffed, though it was more a chuckle than a mockery. "Clearly dear, if the destruction is to be believed."
Harlowe's mind flashed back to the McMiller household. The father, Humphrey, was a drunk who hurt whoever he could get his hands on. Harlowe thought she would have a protector in the mother, Heather, but more often than not, whenever something went wrong, Heather immediately blamed Harlowe and that was when Humphrey went after her. Moving around the foster care system, she was used to abuse. How people like the McMiller's got chosen was beyond her. She made a note that, in the future, she would do her best to bring families like that to justice.
Not the kind of justice she delivered though.
She knew she was a Hyperhuman for a long time. She didn't tell anyone or show anyone. She knew what would have happened. She would be captured and taken somewhere. Experimented on. Locked up. Who knew? Or worse...
But she had had enough. She knew if she didn't stop him he would escalate. She saw the looks he gave her. So when he tried, she screamed.
And it was loud. She did so unwillingly, but it had to be a defense mechanism. Her ability to manipulate sound must have stepped in to help, increasing her voice to a shattering effect. Humphrey was bleeding from his ears, she was sure she shattered his eardrums. The house was blown, half of it gone and the other in disarray.
Geraldine picked her up after that.
So now Harlowe was sure she was going to be locked up. But why were they in Canada? Geraldine must be a mind reader, because she answered the unspoken questions. "Had I known earlier, I could have stepped in. Gotten you out before this....event happened. I don't mean the abuse, though I do wish I was made aware of that also. I know of your abilities Harlowe. I understand they can be scary. That's why we are going somewhere else. Not another home. Not a laboratory. A school. A boarding school if you want to be technical. A school for people like you to learn how to manage your abilities without fear. Be amongst your peers. You also get a good education. You are already enrolled, though we are a bit late. The opening ceremony must have started. Here we are."
Harlowe glanced out the window and saw the school. It looked normal, she supposed, though if it was a school for Hyperhumans she was sure there was more that met the eye.
Geraldine got out of the car and opened the truck, taking out Harlowe's suitcases. "I packed everything you'll need. There's a strict uniform code, but there are times when you can dress how you want. I am sure after the ceremony you can get settled. And you'll need this." Geraldine took out Harlowe's phone, or rather her music player since that was the main reason Harlowe had it. She handed it to Harlowe. "I'll check in when I can, but the staff here are, more or less, your guardians now. You'll be 18 soon and we can discuss what that means when you leave here. But I trust you'll behave. This is an opportunity for you Harlowe. Don't squander it." Not one for sentimentality, Geraldine went back in the car and drove off.
Harlowe turned to face the school. This was going to be interesting.
Interaction(s):
After the opening ceremony and running to get changed and ready, Harlowe followed the others in her assigned group to their campsite. She looked at those with her. She wondered what their stories were. Harlowe, headphones in her ears, turned up the song she was listening to.
Strength
As the beat filled her, she considered her options. This was to be an opportunity, though she didn't know what to expect. The opening ceremony outlined a bit, but she was still lost. She barely had time to read up on classes or the school map before she had to get going. Perhaps the others knew more?
Once at the campsite, things got underway real quick. Pizzas were being made and their tents looked like something out of Modern Architecture magazine. This was not camping.
Harlowe noticed a few of the others were all getting together to talk and exchange information. It was kind of nice to see people getting along quickly. She sat down and took her headphones out. She didn't want to appear antisocial. She overheard someone asking about tent sharing. "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."
She did. Of course she did.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Harlowe sunk into herself. She hated feeling small. She never wanted to feel small. "I can handle myself," was all Harlowe said. Geraldine scoffed, though it was more a chuckle than a mockery. "Clearly dear, if the destruction is to be believed."
Harlowe's mind flashed back to the McMiller household. The father, Humphrey, was a drunk who hurt whoever he could get his hands on. Harlowe thought she would have a protector in the mother, Heather, but more often than not, whenever something went wrong, Heather immediately blamed Harlowe and that was when Humphrey went after her. Moving around the foster care system, she was used to abuse. How people like the McMiller's got chosen was beyond her. She made a note that, in the future, she would do her best to bring families like that to justice.
Not the kind of justice she delivered though.
She knew she was a Hyperhuman for a long time. She didn't tell anyone or show anyone. She knew what would have happened. She would be captured and taken somewhere. Experimented on. Locked up. Who knew? Or worse...
But she had had enough. She knew if she didn't stop him he would escalate. She saw the looks he gave her. So when he tried, she screamed.
And it was loud. She did so unwillingly, but it had to be a defense mechanism. Her ability to manipulate sound must have stepped in to help, increasing her voice to a shattering effect. Humphrey was bleeding from his ears, she was sure she shattered his eardrums. The house was blown, half of it gone and the other in disarray.
Geraldine picked her up after that.
So now Harlowe was sure she was going to be locked up. But why were they in Canada? Geraldine must be a mind reader, because she answered the unspoken questions. "Had I known earlier, I could have stepped in. Gotten you out before this....event happened. I don't mean the abuse, though I do wish I was made aware of that also. I know of your abilities Harlowe. I understand they can be scary. That's why we are going somewhere else. Not another home. Not a laboratory. A school. A boarding school if you want to be technical. A school for people like you to learn how to manage your abilities without fear. Be amongst your peers. You also get a good education. You are already enrolled, though we are a bit late. The opening ceremony must have started. Here we are."
Harlowe glanced out the window and saw the school. It looked normal, she supposed, though if it was a school for Hyperhumans she was sure there was more that met the eye.
Geraldine got out of the car and opened the truck, taking out Harlowe's suitcases. "I packed everything you'll need. There's a strict uniform code, but there are times when you can dress how you want. I am sure after the ceremony you can get settled. And you'll need this." Geraldine took out Harlowe's phone, or rather her music player since that was the main reason Harlowe had it. She handed it to Harlowe. "I'll check in when I can, but the staff here are, more or less, your guardians now. You'll be 18 soon and we can discuss what that means when you leave here. But I trust you'll behave. This is an opportunity for you Harlowe. Don't squander it." Not one for sentimentality, Geraldine went back in the car and drove off.
Harlowe turned to face the school. This was going to be interesting.
H A R L O W E
H A R L O W E
H A R L O W E
Location: Team 78 Campsite - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean
The Homecoming Trials #1.83: Let The Music Move You
Interaction(s):
Previously: N/A
After the opening ceremony and running to get changed and ready, Harlowe followed the others in her assigned group to their campsite. She looked at those with her. She wondered what their stories were. Harlowe, headphones in her ears, turned up the song she was listening to.
Strength
As the beat filled her, she considered her options. This was to be an opportunity, though she didn't know what to expect. The opening ceremony outlined a bit, but she was still lost. She barely had time to read up on classes or the school map before she had to get going. Perhaps the others knew more?
Once at the campsite, things got underway real quick. Pizzas were being made and their tents looked like something out of Modern Architecture magazine. This was not camping.
Harlowe noticed a few of the others were all getting together to talk and exchange information. It was kind of nice to see people getting along quickly. She sat down and took her headphones out. She didn't want to appear antisocial. She overheard someone asking about tent sharing. "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."
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