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We have a lot more males, so more females would be better I guess, if anyone really cares about that. I..don't..xD


The scene unfolding before him widened the boy's eyes with awe as Casper tried to digest what he was seeing. This room looked like something out of a sci-fi, something far beyond modern technology. "This shit looks expensive..." Just as Casper was coming to terms with the large room he had found himself in, a devastating event occurred. He found his entire frame freeze down to the core, his very bones frozen solid at the sight he had been cursed to see. What the hell was happening? Was this a joke? Was this an illusion? Did a mutant do this? It had to be something like that, didn't it? There were mutants who could weave illusions as had already been stated but why create something like this? Once the enormous robotic hand forced itself through the roof, it went straight for Pierce and crushed him beneath its weight before throwing the remains into the wall. This was absolutely insane.

Immediately in response to this, Everose screamed out in fear and ran over to the now deceased professor. Not moments later, she was disintegrated under a beam of destructive. "Shit..." There was little else he could say. Casper still had a hard time believing what he was seeing. None of this could be true, it all had to be some kind of mutant power playing a trick on the students. Though, if it wasn't, they were all fucked unless they did something about it. Those huge robotic eyes changing focus to the students did wonders in snapping Casper out of his thoughts and whether this was a trick or not, they needed to do something. Getting out of the way of the next attack was perhaps step one in surviving this. "Captain Native...maybe now's the time to show your heroism..." Despite the absolutely horrific event taking place before him, Casper displayed an impressive amount of calm. He was at the ready though, his teeth clenched and body tensed. It was obvious that this had affected him as much as anyone else, but he knew that if he panicked, it would all be over for him. He needed to stay calm in the face of danger, otherwise he was as good as dead and nothing could save him from his own stupid mistakes.

"I'm guessing this is where everyone throw their powers around...afraid I have to sit this one out unless I get my hands on a weapon..." And just like that, Casper was essentially out of the fight. With a gun in hand, he could be very helpful but without one, especially against a destructive robot, he wasn't much use. "Fucking hell...shouldn't have wanted to fight a robot...I guess this is what they mean when they say careful what you wish for..."
LP hasn't been around for a while.
@Divine Darkness Sorry to hear that. I hope everything goes well for you.
I changed Casper's speech colour to light blue, it might make things easier.


"Oh...we're sharing now...?" Casper's eyes trailed to Nathan as the boy began to speak. "Well done, buddy..." Being the one person in their group with social anxiety, it was a huge deal that Nathan was the first one to introduce himself. That took a lot of guts as even confidant people often refused to be the first ones speaking in a group of new individuals. Second was the indian, a person who's personality would quite obviously not click with Casper. He seemed to be incredibly laid back, joked as he spoke in a way the younger boy considered plain and sported an aura Casper would rather hoist on someone else. "Captain America, huh...? I've read up on him, he's also...ageless, I think..." It was either that, or vastly slowed ageing. They found him in the ocean long after world war two but ice itself could not have conserved him the way it did. Normal human beings would have died from it, obviously. The man had a dangerously political name, though. It made sense given the time when he was created but in today's society he could as well be called Captain Propaganda.

Though, given his exploits he deserves the mantle of hero. "Is that why we're here...? To become heroes...?" The boy looked down for a moment, gazing at the palm of his hand as his thoughts wandered. Hero, the word in itself sent shivers down his spine. Sure, he was nimble and he could use firearms quite well thanks to his mother, but if being a hero was going to be the result of this, he was unsure if he had what it took. Physical issues wasn't the only problem. True, being frozen at the age of fourteen with a small and fragile frame comes with a lot of disadvantages in close quarters combat, but that wasn't the main issue. Did Casper even want to risk his life for non-mutants? "Leo..." Simply allowing the thought to pass immediately brought an image of his brother up in his mind.

Casper had a small yet lingering resentment for non-mutants because of their treatment of mutants. Part of him believed that the legendary X-Men were wasting their time, that humanity deserved to fall under the weight of their own stupidity. Mutant gangs and criminal organisations were formed all the time to fight against mankind and in a way, Casper didn't mind. Sometimes the fear of superiority needed to be bashed into peoples' skulls. Then again, that fear turns to ignorance and thus all mutants get hated for what a few do. It was a difficult issue, something politicians were discreetly trying to approach.

Alex appeared to have what it took to be a hero, didn't he? Well, at least physically. He had the body fit for a poster and sported a personality many could find charming. His powers appeared to enhance his probably already impressive physical capabilities, and if he was indeed like Captain America in terms of powers, he'd be effective. "...as a meat shield..." Of course, Casper preferred to be in the distance, preferably with a long range rifle providing support. When in close range, he preferred a handgun, something that tended to punch a bit harder than he did.

"I'm Casper." For the first time since he arrived, the boy decided to speak. One could perhaps expect a less confidant aura surrounding someone of his appearance but Casper spoke with a quiet yet confidant tone. "I tend to shoot shit in the face..." The sentence formed itself in his mind and forced a soft chuckle. Was he going to say that out loud? Of course not, Casper could never bring himself to kill anyone. Given how messed up this group probably was, joking about that would probably rub them the wrong way. Reaching his hand up, the boy scratched the back of his head and looked down, regaining his composure. "I can copy things..." He shrugged, watching the others for a moment. They didn't need to know the ins and outs of his powers and he wasn't too keen on sitting there explaining it, either. He hated being the centre of attention. "I guess I like...flowers..." That wasn't actually a lie. Casper loved flowers, they were beautiful and so serene. He'd also say that he liked guns, a lot, but he wasn't too keen on being thought of as a freak just yet.
@ShardGah, my complete mistake. When you said "in cursive", I thought you meant it would be italicized. All I see is it in blue with quotation marks. I'll go fix that.


It's not in italics? It is on my screen...There must be an error somewhere..
Knighthawk, did Alex hear Casper's thoughts? If it's him you're referring to in your reply, I'd advise you to edit that part because as I told you, the dialogue was internal. He didn't actually say anything.
All of his internal dialogue is always in cursive. So all of the second post is internal
I'll get a reply up as soon as I get home from work.
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