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Superhero High School

Well, this RP seems to be getting some traction now.

Superhero High School

Will there be magic, in this roleplay?

@Rockin Strings

Superhero High School

I might be interested in this. A shame you haven't gotten more interest since you posted the RP, though, I have been trying to get back into RPing. I'll give this a go and try to pull my friend into this, as well.

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@Ogobrogo

Your characters are good to go.

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@Draku69

You can go ahead and send me a PM with your character concept or send it to me, on Discord.

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Venture Academy - Venture Wok

Interactions - @Cio@Bea

Sipping a soda afforded the boy by Connie amidst their conversation, Neoh had managed to place his order, following his dear brother's decision. Soups were a common choice, indeed, one Miles had surely made based on experience, his tongue familiar with the menu page.

A beige, warmly colored parchment coated in a pocket of plastic, Neoh would be one of the first to admit how comfortable it felt in his hand. The boy's fingertips gently traced a path down the soft plastic, not so much in a search for meals, but rather, as a therapeutic motion against his pale flesh.

Though a pleasant scene, the softly inlined menu resting in his hand while a cold, soothing glass of soda brushed the hero's lips, Neoh would soon come to experience change.

She knew the boys well, this most elusive girl by the name of Astra. As was the typical development of social interaction, her main allegiance was towards Miles. However, Neoh was quickly swept into their duo, which could perhaps have been expected. Her powers, and the way in which she weaved them was an impressive sight, to say the least. Neoh could respect that, a soldier in her own rights. One who leaned toward tactics rather than brute force.

These very same powers were, however, quite incredible at causing fright. Neoh nearly choked on his drink in response to the girl's sudden entrance. It was a peculiar mix of reactions, as a spectral spear manifested over the boy's head. Purely a reflexive motion, however, only a split second following this conjuring, Neoh noted their ambusher's identity.

His broken concentration allowed the spear to drop, hitting him on the head before rolling onto the table. As it vanished into a mist of azure sand, Neoh rubbed his head with a sigh. "Astra.., " came a soft, if disgruntled voice in greeting.

Unable to stifle herself, Connie burst out laughing at the young hero, before clearing her throat. "Sorry, totally unprofessional," she smirked. Luckily, there weren't many customers present at the restaurant.

Attempting to ignore the pain aching through his head, Neoh took a breath and made his order. "I'll have the chicken cashew."

"Excellent choice," Connie continued, attempting to strangle the laughter clawing at her throat. "And the soup of the day is Peking duck, Milly." She finished, before turning to Astra with a wide smile.

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@Cio

Coolio, approved.

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Venture Academy - School Grounds

Interactions - @Bea

Perking at the announcement leaking through Venture's loud speakers, Neoh halted his stride. Thoughts came washing their way across the boy's mind as he considered the situation. An event, a capture the flag game? Was it time, already? Neoh could recall the previous events put on display across the academy, but nothing to this extent. This was going to be broadcasted for the world to see, something which had not been done, in the past. Venture tended towards a very reclusive state, where it maintained a distance from the surrounding world. The school had, after all, been built on an island, away from the peering eyes of public masses.

Placing his hand on the large door separating Neoh and his brother from the outside gardens, he pushed it open before stepping into the warm, comforting sun laying itself upon his exposed skin. There were not many students within the academy who dressed like Neoh. None, in fact. Those ripped jeans were a fashion statement, surely. A tank top coating his slender torso tightly hugged the boy's frame, barely visible beneath the vest worn above. With arms laid bare, lithe appendages one would be right to assume weak, and dianty, Neoh enjoyed the summer heat as it massaged his pale surface.

Several bracelets donned the young hero's forearms, black and blue in color to remind onlookers of his preferred theme. Of course, he was rarely seen without those fingerless leather gloves donning his hands. They had, however, not been designed with real leather in mind, something he would be quick to point out. However, their decorated state with blue inlines and accents was enough to draw the fabric quite beautiful in nature. Neoh did not shy away from the more mystical aspects of his powers, to the point where he enjoyed a bombastic expression.

Motioning towards a restaurant, one of the Asian variants, Neoh was well aware of his brother's preferred dining spot. They had indulged in the options of Venture Wok's mouth watering menu notable times in the past, and it had yet to bore their taste.

Upon entering a dimly lit interior, they were immidatly struck by the trademark scent of oriental food, the sound of sizzling pans and the soothing touch of Asian instruments. A soft carpet colored red to symbolize a most prevelant contrast within the silken orient met the boys' in a welcoming stride.

Of course, to complete the experience, there was a blissfully familiar sensation, one of warmth and tranquility elevated by not a dark, but rather cozy atmosphere finding a delicate balance between dusk and dawn. One could point at the restaurant's name and claim that creativity wasn't in focus, but the criticism would quickly find itself stifled upon entering the establishment.

"Hey, guys!" Came an all too familiar voice, accompanied by an excited wave. "Gonna' eat winner food before winning the competition?" Connie, the waitress, laughed. She knew the brothers well, and had been working at her mother's restaurant for many years, now. The only individuals soldiering through life without the blessing of powers, on Venture's shores, were the company denizens.

Paid by proxy of missions, Venture Academy was a business like any other. Heroes were hired, after all. The more dangerous the mission, the more expensive. Venture required income in some way, not to mention the money paid to the school when its heroes were likened in the creation of merchandise. Though students seldom considered the economical process of ever moving gears, their assignments were the foremost income of their most luxurious lifestyle. In other words, they surely deserved the comfort they had been afforded.

"Hey, Connie," Neoh offered, letting Lemon scurry into the girl's embrace as she reached for the critter. It enjoyed the smell upon the waitress' clothes, for sure, the restaurant's scent lingering upon her fabrics. "We were going to grab a mission after lunch."

"Missions always come first," Connie offered in a mock tone, imitating a typical faculty member. "What kind of mission is it?" She lead the boys to a booth where they were sat.

"Guarding a corpse," Neoh offered, returning Lemon to his lap. "I think we will have time to sign up, after."

"You have to uphold the family name!" Connie giggled, "and that should probably be Milly. He won't kill everyone on the enemy team."

"I'm not that bad," Neoh continued, turning to his brother. The more offensive actor in their due did have a tendency of getting carried away. "Mh, hold up," Noeh stated, reaching into his pocket to produce a phone with the Venture logo branded onto the back. Akin to an iPhone, the device appeared to be of high quality, and offered a myriad of apps unique to Venture Academy. One of them was The Board. Tapping a section dubbed 'Saved Missions,' he scrolled down to the time stamp. "Well, look at this plot convenience. The transport will take a few hours, we should be back in time for the sign-ups," he finished, "but I won't be held responsible for my actions." Neoh finished. It had been decided, then. The Nova Brothers would join the event.

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@Cio

Thank you, of course and welcome.

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Venture Academy - School Grounds

Interactions - @Bea

There were many scenes at Venture Academy which could very well have been appropriated from any public school in America. Once class reached its long anticipated end, students leaked through the door like water in a sinking ship. One would be able to note the younger students initially pouring out, followed by their older peers. It was a pursuit of freedom and summer air, the thought of professionally made food strong enough to linger with a scent ever so suductive.

With several options at their disposal, each putting mundane establishments to shame, students were, without a doubt, spoiled. Though most had been whisked from a lower class, and others from poverty, one would quickly grow to enjoy the extravagant nature of Venture Academy.

Menus with meals spanning the globe, several restaurants were erected to offer what felt most familiar to the multicultural nature of Venture. It could very well be a learning experience, a lesson in itself. Neoh, for one, had no knowledge of cuisine, before Venture welcomed him into its embrace. Beef filet wellington, boiled lobster, risotto, all meals the boy had never been in close proximity of, and some he had never heard of. A new world had opened up for him, indeed.

Despite this, Neoh felt most at home with a more common option. Burgers and fries went a long way, for the young hero. Hailing from a humble background of orphan strife, Neoh and Miles were not typically versed in the finer parts of what Venture presented. "Wouldn't mind lunch. Then we can go and check The Board." Missions, what every moment at Venture prepared the students for.

Neoh had participated in countless missions in the past two years, his track record showing active participation. In fact, the Nova Brothers were incredibly popular among children and younger teenagers. The shield and the spear, Venture's twins brought in as orphans, turned warriors.

A preferred mission would involve combat, a lot of combat. Neoh grew quite bored on more withdrawn assignments, where conflict was preferably avoided. Unlike his brother, the blue twin relished in violence. The adrenaline, the anger and the blazing inferno, it was akin to getting a fix. As if a drug. Where Miles avoided extreme violence, Neoh leaped into the cackling flame. Was it an internal struggle? Unresolved issues, perhaps? Or, was the boy simply aggressively inclined?

They had clashed heads before, because of this, Neoh and Miles. One of the brothers cherished life, while the other lived for the thrill. One attempted to keep their opponents from severe harm, while the other was eager to present this very punishment. Almost identical in appearance, the brothers were opposites in many other ways.

"Protection duty was a thing," Neoh explained as he adjusted his shoulder bag where they walked, leaving the classroom behind. "Some artifact or another," he shrugged. "I think it's some big shot religious trinket. Some cult was after it. Want to protect a car?" Neoh would not suggest the mission if it wasn't labeled a dangerous conquest. Guard duty could be the most boring type of assignment, depending on the charge. This particular mission emboldened the risks involved. A dangerous enemy sought to apprehend the relic, and they were said to include Mutants.

"Ah, right," Neoh snapped his fingers, recalling the item in question, "it was a mummy. Okay, so a corpse. Want to guard a corpse?"

If anyone was to read the mission details, they would note that Neoh's casual retorts related to a somewhat more serious scenario. The corpse, as Neoh stated, was the mummified remains of an ancient ruler. He was correct to believe that the religious aspect of this assignment which spoke of magic and mysticism branched into the realm of fantasy. However, the actual threat was no laughing matter.

King Amun from the vast deserts of Egypt was believed to have been a mutant, in life. Following his death, not much changed. His body contained a plague-like substance which caused severe necrosis in biological matter, and with his passing, became airborne. It was said to have brought decimation to his kingdom, before they managed to seal him away. Researchers believed that the ruler could control his powers, where they were shackled to his will. However, once the man met the reaper, his mutation remained.

Amun's body was going to be transported to a safehouse where the biological weapon could be stored, and it wasn't in a car, as Neoh had said. It was in an armored truck. Sealing Amun's sarcophagus beforehand had lowered the threat range of this assignment. However, if the seal was broken and the tomb opened, there was no telling how disastrous the situation could become. "Unless you wanted to play with your invisible friend," Neoh continued, thumbing over his shoulder, towards the classroom. "Pretty certain I've seen you two play Frisbee while dancing in the meadows," the boy teased, with a soft smirk.

Retaining solitude when he wasn't with Miles, Neoh was happy to know that his brother gathered friends elsewhere. One day, he would surely need them. Neoh, on the other hand, wasn't quite as easy to get along with. It was common for him to retire into his drawings when Miles found himself in a different locale, and while he loved his brother more than life itself, Neoh did not want to add a layer of difficulty to social interaction. He had attempted to be less snappy, with miniscule results. Eventually, the twin of blue decided to leave the situation as it was. He would never be able to adopt Milly's charm. There was little use in pursuing it.