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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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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 #2.57: With Friends Like These

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_{Interaction(s):Inigo, Haleigh, Rory, Katja}

Previously: Show Your True Colors

Calliope intended to let them swap teams. She may have hated it and thought ill of them for abandoning them because they sought the destruction of Hyperion, but she would allow them their choice, even if it was idiotic. Quite frankly, she was only sad to see Trace go. She didn't give a damn about Mackenna (she would be another team's problem now) and Inigo hadn't left much of a lasting impression on her, though she had hoped they intended to stay to continue forming bonds.

They bickered and some of the staff stepped in to ensure they realized that they were all "colleagues" or whatever such nonsense they were shelling out now. The fact the Team Swap was even a thing showed how ridiculous those words were. Why put people on a team at the start only to say 'hey, if you don't like your team you can go elsewhere and fuck those you bonded with, however briefly'. They still had Houses to choose too and who knows who would be with who. She had made her choice and was ready to commit to that.

Calliope was ready to let them until Inigo opened their mouth with a thinly veiled threat.

She shouldn't be surprised, but she had thought they made progress. It seems Calliope had judged them too quickly. Against this 'suicide mission' as they claimed but were willing to attack and fight their former teammates. Calli shook her head and chuckled a bit. At least they made this transition easier.

Calliope stepped forward to join Rory, Katja, Haleigh, and the others. She looked at Katja especially. The girl's words were true and she wanted nothing more than to leave it at that and everyone to go their separate ways. "Beautiful words that are only met with venom," she said as she stared at Inigo. "Go join whatever team you want for whatever reason you choose. I don't care anymore. However, you will not threaten a team member and friend of mine again. I don't care what powers you have or where you were before you joined this school. You don't scare me. Now go join your new team and pray they accept you as willingly as we did before you showed your true character." Calliope turned her back on them now, facing her team. "They are not worth the headache. I am going to go choose my house now, but I am committed to team Blackjack. If you need me, you know where to find me."

Calli stepped off and towards the colorful banners that waved, each with some staff under them. She eyed the three Houses that extended her an offer. She looked at the envelope in her hand and took out the one she had chosen during this kerfuffle.

Greetings and Salutations Calliope, We are pleased to announce that after review, we have found you to possess great protectiveness, a trait that we truly hold dear and revere in House Ursus. We hope that you'll make ours your House of choice upon receiving your offers. Sincerely, Elias Onassis

She made her way over to House Ursus, standing in front of them. "Hello, I would like to accept your invitation to join House Ursus. Thank you for inviting me."

Her mind flashed to Banjo. She wondered what his thoughts would be on her choice, her words, and her desire to see the end of Hyperion.

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

Prudence Knight

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Prudence Knight

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Character Summary

Name: Prudence Amelia Knight
Alias Pru, She Who Shadows Fear
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Age: 27
Birthday: October 31, 1666
Birth Place: Salem, Massacheusetts
Source: Deal with the Dark Lord
Domain: Curses/Hexes

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Appearance

Height: 5'9''
Weight: 132 lbs
Build: Slender
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blonde (Formerly Black)
Skin Tone: Dark Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Claw marks along lower back, scars on both wrists
Personal Style: Prudence prefers to dress in either all black or all white, depending on her mood. Given her disregard for common laws and decorum, Prudence will often wear a gown and petticoat as well as stockings. Prudence will also don a black cape if in the mood.

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Psychology

Clever * Deceitful * Perceptive * Haughty * Vivacious * Vindictive

Prudence was not always as she is now. Who was once a happy girl was morphed into a darker from when her world was shattered. Prudence now enjoys ensuring others, especially those who wrong her, face their consequences. Prudence is calculating and intelligent and is able to point out what others so often try to hide. This allows her to manipulate others into doing her bidding. Prudence enjoys sowing discord and spreading fear into those around her.

Despite the dark nature of her work, Prudence does have a soft side, especially for children. Knowing they are innocent until they grow older, Prudence seeks to ensure children are able to grow up without hardship forced upon them. If someone slights Prudence or those she cares about, Prudence would seek justice quickly and swiftly. Prudence does not hide her nature for fear of repercussion. She knows she is feared. She prefers it that way.

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Fatal Flaw: Prudence is prideful, often enamored with herself and her abilities.
Inner Demon: Prudence would enjoy nothing more than walking and scorching the Earth beneath her while her enemies suffer.

Habits:

• Hums softly when picking reagents (usually a song her mother sang to her)
• Walks alone at night rather than the morning

Hobbies:

• Gardening
• Cooking
• Alchemy
• Witchcraft

Fears:

• Enclosed Spaces
• Deep Water
• Falling From Height

Likes:

• Moonlight
• Dancing
• Sweets
• Purple
• Black Cats
• Nature

Dislikes:

• Men
• Rules
• Hot Weather
• The Church
• Crying
• Dust

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Cards On The Table

Skills:

• Deception
• Curse Magic/Hexing
• Alchemy
• First Aid
• Cooking
• Knowledge (Religion)
• Reading
• Gardening
• Dancing

Medical Issues/Injuries:

• N/A

Possessions:

• Pouch of Reagents
• Silver Ring With Red Gemstone
• Knife

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History

The Maiden - a Horror Past:

TW Racism

Prudence was born to hard-working parents, both of whom were taken from their home in Africa. Her mother worked as a domestic maid and cook while her father worked in the fields. When Prudence was 6 years old, her mother was accused of stealing from her employer, prompting the man of the house to hit her. Prudence's father did not take kindly to that and attacked the man. The next day, her family's home was torched, engulfing everything they owned. Prudence managed to escape, but her parents weren't so lucky.

The Mother - a Mad Truth: Prudence wants nothing more than to see the suffering of her enemies. To do so, she has called forth a dark power and pledged her loyalty to him. He makes demands and she listened, singing his songs and bringing others to his flock. In return, she is given the power to cause mayhem and misfortune to those who would attempt to stop her.

The Crone - a Grim Future: Prudence seeks nothing more than the destruction of those who wronged her. However, Prudence does not just wish her current enemies undone, but all those who oppose her and women like her. Labeled as witches with no evidence other than their own fear. Any man who can so willingly discredit a woman for their own nefarious purposes is not worth the dirt beneath her soles.

The Lore: Prudence's life was taken from her as a young girl when those in her community burned her home down with her parents in it. She escaped but was on her own. An older woman took pity on her and kept her safe and hidden until she was old enough to be put to work. Each day Prudence left to go work for a White family who treated her like gravel on the ground and each day Prudence pledged revenge.

Rumors had spread through her community about witchcraft. A day did not go by in church when the leader would shout about witches and the devil taking their hard-earned community, coming after their children, and sacrificing animals. Prudence listened intently. After all, this was something the people feared. If her enemies feared it, it had to be worthwhile.

So on her 18th birthday, Hollow's Eve, Prudence pledged herself to the Devil. She called forth his power, offering her own blood to do so. She felt chills and fire as he appeared before her, offering a contract. With it, she would be given the power to destroy her enemies.

Power comes with price. Prudence did not mind paying. Having lived on her own, she was secluded from the others in town. During the night, she would lead many of the young girls there to secret dances where they covered their flesh in blood and spoke in tongues.

Prudence founded a small coven of these girls, but rumors continued to spread and many were charged as witches and were killed, whether or not they were witches did not seem to matter. Soon, eyes were on her and a mob formed. Prudence had left before they had arrived, but not before leaving them with a gift, setting her home on fire and managing to catch three of the mob in the flames.

Word spread that Prudence was a witch and to be on the lookout for her. Prudence bided her time, amassing more power as she continued to stalk and gather resources and members for her flock. The Devil may have given her the power, but she improved upon it.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Thou do not know what dark forces are at work. One would run if one knew."
Song: Witch Hunt - Chandler Leighton
Anything Else: Favorite magic marvel character is Scarlet Witch. Linky
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Prudence Knight Grimoire

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The Grimoire

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Character Full Name

Dark Witch of the Devil

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Dark Desolation

• Type: Curse
• Description: Prudence curses an individual with darkness. The person cursed is trapped in shadows and cannot see anything in front of them.
• Notes: The person is not blind, they are able to see things directly in front of their eyes, but everything else is shadowed

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Truth's Discord

• Type: Curse
• Description: Prudence curses an individual to tell the truth, even if it is something the person would never tell. The cursed individual feels compelled to tell the truth to the point it becomes painful.
• Notes: The truth is subjective to the person on which the spell is cast. For example, if the person truly believes the Earth is flat, they will tell that truth, even if it is proven false.

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Vixen's Pain

• Type: Hex
• Description: Prudence casts a hex on a person that causes welts and pustules to appear on their skin. They are painful to the touch and movement will cause discomfort and pain.
• Notes: The pustules may appear anywhere there is skin, though it mainly appears on the chest, back, legs, and arms.

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Amnesiac's Mind

• Type: Curse
• Description: Prudence curses an individual to forget things. Depending on how strong the spell is, the individual could forget something small like what they were about to do, to where they live, to even forgetting how to breathe
• Notes:

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Infestation

• Type: Curse
• Description: Prudence curses an individual to become infested with insects. The insects attack the person, biting and leaving wounds.
• Notes: The insects are real and can be seen by the human eye. They can also be dealt with like regular insects.

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Storm's Chosen

• Type: Hex
• Description: Prudence hexes a person and channels the storm, inflicting a lightning strike to the individual. The person can walk it off if strong enough or can be rendered unconscious.
• Notes: The target does not have to be a person. Objects can also be hexed.

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Bewitched

• Type: Curse
• Description: Prudence curses the target to become infatuated with the next person they see. The individual makes it their mission to seek their target's love and nothing persuades them otherwise. This can lead the individual to do things they normally wouldn't.
• Notes: This is whoever the target sees next. The person can be Prudence or someone else.

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Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Sabine Bassard

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Location: The Gym - Training Room B with Nemo and Usagi
Skills: Memory Manipulation

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Sabine was ready.

She had prepared herself for this moment. The moment where she would showcase all she could to prove her worth and her abilities. The stage was literally hers to command. She had relayed the things she would need and the school had gladly provided her with a husk for her use. To her specifications, the husk would have memories implanted into it. After all, she wouldn't be able to do much.

She debated adding her newfound sword and force field abilities into the mix. She really wanted to broadcast her memory powers as they were her bread and butter.

She stepped up to the stage. In front of her was a human. Though, it wasn't an actual person. If one didn't know it was a husk, one could not tell the difference. The husk looked male, which Sabine thought fit perfectly. Sabine was in a black dress with a white jacket and black ankle boots. She hoped she looked as powerful as she felt.

Her mind raced back to the night with Leah. To April. To Danni. To Mai. To the people close to her. She was about to give the performance of her life.

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"It was Dr. Suess who said 'Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory'. We don't truly value the memories we make and are often taking them for granted. How sad is it when a loved one has dementia and we can see the memories they have slowly fade? Or how happy are we when we make memories with friends and look back on them fondly as if we are reliving them? Today, I plan to show you how important memories are and how they shape us as people."

Sabine faced the husk. "This husk before me was given memories. I was not made aware of what the memories were, but I believe you know what they are." Sabine lifted her arm, letting her fingers caress the husk's cheek. She closed her eyes as she delved into the husk's mind, seeing the memories before her. She managed to latch on to a few before she pulled out.

"The husk was given the memory of a Christmas morning, opening presents with a mother, a father, and three younger siblings, all nestled by the fireplace. I saw one graduation where the graduate attempted to do a flip after receiving their diploma which did not go well. Another is traveling on an airplane that is hit with violent turbulence. The person does not panic despite those around them looking like a bomb hit. Last, a memory of walking in a forest in autumn, holding the hand of someone, rubbing their thumb over their partner's fingers and a lump in their pocket as they plan on proposing once they reach their destination."

Sabine let it sink in that she just recalled the husk's memories. After a beat, she continued.

"Next, I will show how memories are fragile but vital." She lifted her hand again, this time, going into the memories and erasing them. Once gone, she created a memory of a little girl, dressed in a pink tutu, watching a ballet dancer on screen and trying to mimic her movements. Sabine was not a ballet dancer herself so she could not force the husk to be in the next Swan Lake, but this would serve.

Once it was implanted, she released. The husk soon took its cue and began to attempt to dance ballet across the stage. Despite the fact the husk looked like a young adult man, it behaved as if it were that little girl, gleefully jumping about and spinning, while giggling. Sabine let it go on for a bit. "As you can see, memories can be manipulated. We act based on memories we have. They develop core memories that shape personality."

Sabine reached up as the husk passed by her, touching its cheek again, this time, she erased everything. Soon, the husk stopped. It stood there, breathing, and nothing else. "Without memories, we are basically in survival mode. There is nothing there. We just exist. And even that can be manipulated."

Sabine reached up and touched the husk again. She quickly wiped away the memory of breathing. Soon, the husk reached for its throat, attempting to take a breath it did not remember it could take. Sabine watched as the husk fell to its knees. Sabine, despite this, stared down at it like it was mud on her shoes. She had intended to stop it before the husk died, but as she attempted to cut it off, the husk fell to the ground, lifeless and unmoving.

She could play it off, certainly. But so what? It was some dumb husk. The school could get a new one easily. Instead, she turned to face the judges. She smiled, though it had a wicked tinge to it. Power, she felt. Life in her hands taken.

She unsheathed her sword and slammed it into the ground as the force field lit up around her. "Memory is as vital as air."

She let the force field go and took a bow, signaling the end of her performance.

She heard Nemo let out a small chuckle. She took that as a good sign.

Usagi spoke up. “Mm, thank you very much. That was… breathtaking.”

Nemo rolled his eyes. Despite this, Sabine got the sense they found it amusing nonetheless. She turned and left the stage, feeling she nailed it.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Peregrine Mayfield

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

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"Any and all really. I don't know you all well enough to have specifics so I am curious how things were before I joined in. I don't have much to share other than what happened at the mall and that's not really a super interesting one unless you want me to introduce the ghosts I have with me. I guess I could delve into my childhood but that seems more like a conversation with my therapist."

Perry was doing her best to lighten the mood but did not know if it was working. After all, they were stuck on this stupid rock until they could find a way off or the others managed to get here. If what Mary said was true, the team had space adventures in the past, so it was possible.

"One hears stories, you know, about you lot. Obviously, most of it is biased, but it was sort of inspiring to hear about other mutants doing stuff. made it seem like I could be more, you know?

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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H A R L O W E
H A R L O W E

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

First Class #2.45: Let The Beat Move You

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_{Interaction(s): N/A}

Previously: Drop The Act

The Phoenix

Harlowe had put her journal away, the scribblings on it a testament to her conspiracy theory brain. She had been left, more or less, on her own. She was hoping someone would have come up to her, but it seemed her team members had their own plans. This reminded her of the upcoming team swap. She didn't know many on her team as it stood. Their bonding was interrupted by the attack. She knew Coop and Yuri, but not many others. So she didn't really feel the need to leave the team she had been placed in. A mistake? Perhaps.

Once at the ceremony, Harlowe listened as Dr. Lehrer went on about how they shouldn't seek justice and to either remain here and be good, model students or leave. She didn't really have many options on where she would go if she left. It was this or the streets in her opinion and at least this place, with all its faults, provided her a roof over her head and food.

Standing there with the other members of Firebird, she actually considered going to the other team. Not Blackjack. She didn't know the details but that team seemed like drama central. But Eclipse maybe?

Her thoughts were interrupted as Coop stepped forward and raised the armband for Blackjack, saying he knew someone over there. Harlowe would miss him, but it wasn't like she wouldn't see him. After all, they may be in the same House.

And that decision was weighing on her too. Which did she choose?

Some other people stepped forward, some stayed back. Harlowe decided she would stick with Firebird. She hoped most of the others stayed, but she wouldn't blame them if they left or switched teams. The attack left many of them scattered. It seemed Blackjack was hit most of all after losing one of their own and another critically injured. She felt for them, truly. Maybe someone on their team would be interested in working with her.

Only time would tell.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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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 #2.42: Show Your True Colors

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_{Interaction(s):N/A}

Previously: New Foes, Old Friends

Calliope's mind was a whirlwind of clutter.

After leaving Coop (which she instantly regretted. Here was a face she hadn't seen in forever, a reminder of her past and a possible future for herself and she opted to leave him in the dirt) she made her way to see Banjo. She was sure he would be allowed visitors now. However, she was met with the same nurse who didn't allow her the first time. Instead of no visitors, Banjo was just...gone. Moved elsewhere. Calliope felt her stomach drop. Did the school move him because he was getting worse? Did they intend to do something to him? Did Hyperion manage to sneak in and kidnap him or worse? No one had clear answers.

And now she needed to make her way to the stupid ceremony.

But she did so despite what she really wanted to do which was tear the school apart. Instead, she stood among her team members (what would be left of them) as the Team Swap was underway. She listened to Dr. Lehrer's words. Not their responsibility? What a joke. They were all rendered powerless and forced to witness one of their own murdered before their very eyes. And they were supposed to either continue on as if nothing happened and go to school or leave and go back home to a world that doesn't accept them? Damned if you do.....

Calliope was reminded of how America dealt with tragedies like school shootings and it was weird how this school was almost following that protocol. Yeah, we're sorry your child's school got shot up, thoughts and prayers and all that, but life must go on and don't even think of taking our guns we need them to protect our children!

It was all a fucking joke.

"What do you plan on doing about it? You can't do anything! Look, even some of your team members don't have faith in you."

Calli looked up as Trace, with almost venemous words, walked over, essentially saying 'screw you' to Blackjack. Could Calli blame her? Not really, but that didn't stop Calli from thinking Traitor. The going got hard so you decided to leave? And it seemed others in her team noticed also. Katja looked like she was on the verge of tears. Calliope wanted to go over and comfort her, but now was the time or place. Plus, what would she say? What COULD she say?

She wouldn't go so far as to say she was friends with most of her team, but she was willing to try. That had to count for something. Calli looked at the armbands, each with a logo of the choices. She looked at Blackjack's, then Firebirds, then Eclipse.

Calli opened the envelope and peered inside to see her choices. She saw the colors first, then read the words. She was...surprised to say the least. How did she choose? How did anyone choose? Surely people chose for a variety of reasons: Their friends were in one, certain houses had more merit, it looked better, they liked the color, etc. She thought of Banjo and wondered what choices did he have. And then she thought....

Why is she making a choice over a boy?

A boy she liked, sure. A boy she wanted to get to know better. One who was sweet and kind and caring despite everything. But this was her future. Plus it wasn't like she wouldn't see Banjo. They would be on the same team. Right?

Before she could make a decision, she noticed Coop lift his arm up. She could have sworn it was the logo for Blackjack. Her heart fluttered a bit.

Shit

She shook it off. Another problem for another day. She needed to make a choice now. She held her Blackjack armband in her left hand and stayed put. She knew neither of the other teams and, really, she would rather leave the school than join a team full of people she did not know and have to go through it all again. Blackjack might be full of psychopaths, but they were here psychopaths and her among them.

She glanced at the others who stood with her, seeing those who chose to stay put. She nodded. Hopefully they understood her intent. She would see this team through.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Peregrine Mayfield

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

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Right, splitting up. Because that ALWAYS worked out in movies. Why was it that a group of intelligent people or those with superhuman abilities always wanted to split up when it was obvious to everyone and their mothers that they were stronger together? Well, it was too late now. She was grouped up with Mary, Ed, and Flynn. Though at least she got to ogle Flynn a bit more (a girl can look and not touch after all).

Though, if she were being honest, she kind of liked the ones on the opposite team more. If for no other reason than she got to know Mira and Neil a bit more. "All right, guess we're splitting up. Who needs to listen to horror movie logic anyway? Everyone be careful then and, if all else fails, scream. Mira's got that locked down, but even those without a super voice, screaming is annoying and will drive people up a wall and, hopefully, away from you. Or punch them in the face. People hate that. Especially people with punchable faces like dickhead who just left."

She turned and walked with her group. "So, anyone got juicy stories to share?"

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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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 #2.26: New Foes, Old Friends

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_{Interaction(s):Coop (@psych0pomp)}

Previously: Protection

Calli took a moment to take all that was being said in. Let it never be said she didn't allow everyone a fair shake. Granted, she was more inclined to believe Luce and Haleigh over Rory and Trace (of all people, Calli never expected Trace to be on the side of not stirring up trouble). And Mackenna was Mackenna. Calli rolled her eyes, but even she had a point. That didn't matter though. Calli still wanted Hyperion's head on a pike and if the school wasn't going to do anything about it, she was. "Evil wins when good people do nothing. Isn't that a saying? I don't advocate going in blind but I sure as hell am not going to sit on my ass twiddling my thumbs and pretending to be an average student in a school of kids with mind-bending powers. I'm doing something about it. Luce was right, there are sides and we'll need to make a choice."

After Calliope spoke she heard her name, but it wasn't from any of her teammates. And it invoked a sense of nostalgia. She turned to look at who was calling her and saw a figure she didn't expect. Dash Cooper. Granted, he had grown up, but it was him. She recalled pleasant moments with him growing up, her one safe haven from her father. "Dash Cooper? What the heck?" Calliope also opened her arms for a hug and it felt good to see a familiar face. Once free, she led him away from the others. If she was going to open up about her past again, she didn't want everyone to know. "What are you doing here? Well, I can hazard a guess, but still. How have you been?"

Coop followed her, only throwing a passing glance over his shoulder as the conversation started to heat up behind him. It seemed wildly personal, and he was glad not to have anything to do with it. He focused back on Callope, his smile hadn't faded yet. It was nice to get a hug from someone familiar. Not that he'd gotten hugs from the unfamiliar. Just that--you know, not important. "Oh, I just stopped by for a look around. You know, marvel at all the Canadian architecture and landscaping. It's giving me YA-supernatural-love triangle vibes. If I see one more 'I got a dark secret' hairstyle, then I'm, 100% sure I'm the other other love interest." He rubbed the back of his head at that moment, almost forgetting that he'd been wounded. He winced. "Bad joke. I'm here for the same reason as you. Something which I'm sure our parents are on a text chain about how awful it is to have a 'broken child.'" He rolled his eyes. "I'm doing alright, considering. How about you? You were in class with the guy. That can't be easy--but I get it if you don't want to talk about it. We can always discuss which emojis our dads are using incorrectly."

Calliope winced as Coop brought up their fathers. She hadn't spoken to her father for a while now. Did he know what happened? Did he care? "I'm fairing as well as can be, I suppose. I didn't know him well, but in the limited interactions I did have with him he seemed sweet. Another of ours got severely injured. He's in the hospital and they won't let me see him."

Calliope decided not to disclose what her and Banjo were, if anything. She didn't even know yet. "But anyway, it's nice to have someone I know here! Especially you. I'm sorry we kind of lost touch after a while. You know how it goes."

"I'm sure if they won't let you see him it has less to do with you, and more to do with him. He's probably just asleep, or on like a lot of morphine. One time when I was on pain relievers I thought I was Nic Cage, and I was out to get the Declaration of Independence. The nurses were not happy that I found a marker and had written my plan all over the wall." He pushed his hands into his pockets and smiled when she remarked that it was nice to have someone here that she knew.

"I wouldn't... worry about it. These things happen. We have so many options to talk to so many people, that sometimes we don't check up on the people we know the best. Hell, I can't talk. I didn't reach out to you." He drew his lips into a thin line. "I thought about it, y'know, after I read about what happened. But at that moment, I hadn't really had my shit happen to me... so... what would I have said. 'Hey Calli, can you like... make an ice sculpture of the President kissing a hedgehog that's dressed up as a small businessman?' Which now that I say that... I really want to know if you can."

Calliope laughed. It had been a while since she was put at ease by someone. "Yeah, you're right. I know it's in his best interest. I just want to know he's ok. He was really hurt." Calliope hadn't thought about it much, but her explosive reveal had to make local news. A senator's daughter unleashing icy hell? Hell, she was probably national news.

"As for the ice sculpture, I am sure I can whip something up. Bygones, also. We are here now in the same place, weirdly enough. It was nice to see you again Coop. A little reminder of home that's actually positive. I needed that more than you could ever know."

Coop smiled, understanding that Calliope was quite done with their conversation. He could practically see the edges of her lips turn in the same direction as her feet as she spoke. "Same. I guess it's just a reminder that no matter how big the world is. It can get pretty small sometimes. It's good to see you, and if you ever want to get together and braid each other's hair sometimes. I can try and you burn your hair off later, and can just make the world's smallest braids in mine. Or just knot up the hair real good." He laughed. "Unfortunately, I was an only child and never learned how to braid anything. Have a good day, Calli." He pulled his hands from his pockets and waved at her, heading off to... he didn't know where. He just knew how to read body language. And body language said there was a world of worry on her shoulders and she wanted some time to deal with it.

Calliope left Coop there, feeling kind of bad on ditching him. As nice as it was to see an old friend, her mind was a cavalcade of different emotions. She was not at her best. Hell, what WAS her best anymore? Letting people she knew die or get hurt? Letting herself get so worked up she panicked and passed out.

"You're pathetic. Look at you. Little Miss Senator's Daughter is off on her own and still fucking things up."

No, not here. Not now.

"Yeah, thought you could get rid of me? I'm your inner voice, bitch! That little pestering voice that tells you like it is. You're a failure. Cass is dead. Banjo is injured. Blackjack is all but traumatized and what did you do? Have a panic attack and pass out. Real strong efforts there."

Calliope stopped walking, clinging one hand to her wrist. "You can't hide the scars. They will always be there."

Calliope closed her eyes and counted to 20, taking deep breaths. Eventually, she calmed down. She looked around, hoping no one saw her nearly have another panic attack.

Calliope debated on what to do next. Perhaps she would go to the ICU after Luce. Maybe the girl would have better luck than she did.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

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

The Homecoming Trials #2.12: Drop The Act

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Previously: N/A

It should have been a fun night.

Instead, the night left invisible scars. On some more than others.

Harlowe didn't know anyone on the other team. She didn't know who the boy was who was killed. Who the boy was who was flung up and severely injured. She didn't know the man who disappeared or any of those who betrayed the school. She didn't know who Hyperion was until that night.

And yet, she felt those scars all the same. She was brought to this school to help her be amongst others like herself, to learn what she needed to so that she could have a future. And tonight threatened that.

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Harlowe was sure she was going to be pulled out immediately. Surely if a terrorist attacks the school you are staying in you aren't kept there. But no one showed up for her. Instead, it was recommended she get counseling for what she witnessed. Harlowe dismissed it almost immediately. The other team needed it more than her. Yeah, she was sorry someone died and another got hurt, but she figured a school like this, it was par for the course. Harlowe wasn't dumb. This wasn't just some school that happened to have Hyperhumans as its main cohort. Paint whatever colors you wanted over it, it was a school that was training them for something more. She was sure of it.

She wondered if the others felt the same. Those on her team were kind of all there. She spoke to Coop and Yuri, sure, but she didn't know the others well and any chance to form those relationships was destroyed.

So Harlowe sat in the quad, journal in her lap. She had begun taking notes on her suspicions for the school. They had to know more than they were letting on. Word didn't get out and it would take some serious power to prevent that. And if students did tell others, why weren't there riots or parents pulling their kids out? What stopped the other students from texting what happened to the news?

Could this get her in trouble? Sure. It wasn't like she wasn't used to that before. New school, same bullshit.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

If you want a power, go for that power. Everyone will have moments to shine.