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1 yr ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
As it had been foretold. I am here and interested.
As an aside. The Nine spheres hider is empty.
As an aside. The Nine spheres hider is empty.
Slade let out a softly amused huff as he looked at the seemingly innocent Bookshelf before him. It was the second time he had done so, though the first time had been when he was reading over the teacher’s informational packet he had been given when he had finished signing all of the paper work.
Amongst that paper work had been a dossier on the ‘hidden’ rooms of the school. Locations, how to access them, and a short primer on what the rooms were. Had he not been given the list; Slade would have given him maybe a week before he found a majority of them. Or at least found the one’s like where he was headed.
The notecard that had been stuck in the last few pages of his information packet had been simple
"Staff mixer, 10 pm, Lounge Theta. BYOB."
And really Slade had nothing better to do tonight. Might as well introduce himself to those he was now working alongside.
But back to its hidden nature, the reason he had let out an amused huff, and the reason he was so sure he would have found it.
He was currently in the library, a few rows deep, with no clear sightlines to or from this position. Which meant when he reached out to the book titled Easy Speaking 101 and used it to tap out a short sequence while it was still shelved, no one was able to witness the shelf swing back into the wall, revealing a hidden passage way.
‘Still the same sense of humor.’ He would muse as he walked in, the shelf closing behind him. This wasn’t the only entrance to Lounge Theta, but he was aware that this was the entrance that had to be used first to get keyed into the other entrances.
As Lounge Theta was, for all intents and purposes, the staff bar. Oh, it wasn’t called that, and Slade knew that the Headmistress would never admit to it. But that’s what it was. Though considering its location, just off the hearts of campus, with multiple entrances and exits there was a few other uses that it was build for.
But in times of peace, it was for relaxation and mingling, and in this line of work that mostly meant drinking. And the logistics of where to place such amenities that could also work as a secondary command center were limited. Had to be central enough to be of use, but not too central as to be obvious. But he had been taught well, to say nothing of knowing the habits of the designer of this particular place already.
A short hallway, and a flight of stairs later. Slade was walking though the door way, and past a wall of sound, into Lounge Theta. He was, perhaps not the last to arrive, but he also clearly wasn’t the first. Plenty of others staff members were already occupying the large room. The mixer in full swing, with music and conversations aplenty. Enough so that no one really noticed his arrival. Not that he cared just yet.
He made his way through the room with ease, heading towards the bar counter that currently had no tender, and a wide array of different drink choice laid out on top of it. The spoils that everyone else had so far brought. Slade himself added a 32 case of beer and a bottle of top shelf whisky to the mix before turning around to more accurately survey the room.
Nabbing one of the cans he brought he would set to drifting through the party for the moment. Something easier to do then expected, as out of his Tac gear he wasn’t all that attention grabbing. At least not when compared to those with much more active expression of Meta genes.
Amongst that paper work had been a dossier on the ‘hidden’ rooms of the school. Locations, how to access them, and a short primer on what the rooms were. Had he not been given the list; Slade would have given him maybe a week before he found a majority of them. Or at least found the one’s like where he was headed.
The notecard that had been stuck in the last few pages of his information packet had been simple
"Staff mixer, 10 pm, Lounge Theta. BYOB."
And really Slade had nothing better to do tonight. Might as well introduce himself to those he was now working alongside.
But back to its hidden nature, the reason he had let out an amused huff, and the reason he was so sure he would have found it.
He was currently in the library, a few rows deep, with no clear sightlines to or from this position. Which meant when he reached out to the book titled Easy Speaking 101 and used it to tap out a short sequence while it was still shelved, no one was able to witness the shelf swing back into the wall, revealing a hidden passage way.
‘Still the same sense of humor.’ He would muse as he walked in, the shelf closing behind him. This wasn’t the only entrance to Lounge Theta, but he was aware that this was the entrance that had to be used first to get keyed into the other entrances.
As Lounge Theta was, for all intents and purposes, the staff bar. Oh, it wasn’t called that, and Slade knew that the Headmistress would never admit to it. But that’s what it was. Though considering its location, just off the hearts of campus, with multiple entrances and exits there was a few other uses that it was build for.
But in times of peace, it was for relaxation and mingling, and in this line of work that mostly meant drinking. And the logistics of where to place such amenities that could also work as a secondary command center were limited. Had to be central enough to be of use, but not too central as to be obvious. But he had been taught well, to say nothing of knowing the habits of the designer of this particular place already.
A short hallway, and a flight of stairs later. Slade was walking though the door way, and past a wall of sound, into Lounge Theta. He was, perhaps not the last to arrive, but he also clearly wasn’t the first. Plenty of others staff members were already occupying the large room. The mixer in full swing, with music and conversations aplenty. Enough so that no one really noticed his arrival. Not that he cared just yet.
He made his way through the room with ease, heading towards the bar counter that currently had no tender, and a wide array of different drink choice laid out on top of it. The spoils that everyone else had so far brought. Slade himself added a 32 case of beer and a bottle of top shelf whisky to the mix before turning around to more accurately survey the room.
Nabbing one of the cans he brought he would set to drifting through the party for the moment. Something easier to do then expected, as out of his Tac gear he wasn’t all that attention grabbing. At least not when compared to those with much more active expression of Meta genes.
Jinx gives Jinny an honestly bewildered look when she brings the makeshift cold pack over. It’s a look that only grows more so when Jinny’s follow up questions are mundane, casual things. Her nonchalance cracks a bit, and for a moment it is painfully clear that Jinx doesn’t quite know what to do in the face of genuine curiosity with no hidden agenda.
But she shakes her head and takes the icepack, the moment of vulnerability tucked away as swiftly as it appeared.
“You can call me Jinx, it’s as much my call sign as it is my name at this point.” She answers brushing aside the kindness in the gesture absently. There is a hint of bitterness in her voice but it is well worn, a hurt long ago enough that it’s unnoticed anymore.
“And of course you’ve gotten weird from everyone. No one here is normal, even if they aren’t taking any of the lower classes.” She rolls her eyes as she levers herself to standing, before hobbling on one leg as best she can over to the couch. Dropping the subject as best she can as she leaves her spot behind.
“I’m surprised you’ve never seen a Game Station. I know that the Station X came out not too long ago, but I didn’t think my GS2 was that old.” She’d snark as she resettled, “But I’m guessing it’s…” She hesitates for a moment, giving Jinny a look. “Deathstroke’s fault. So, go ahead and turn it on and grab the controller. I think I’ve got Fable 7 still in it, which isn’t a bad way to get introduced to gaming.”
But she shakes her head and takes the icepack, the moment of vulnerability tucked away as swiftly as it appeared.
“You can call me Jinx, it’s as much my call sign as it is my name at this point.” She answers brushing aside the kindness in the gesture absently. There is a hint of bitterness in her voice but it is well worn, a hurt long ago enough that it’s unnoticed anymore.
“And of course you’ve gotten weird from everyone. No one here is normal, even if they aren’t taking any of the lower classes.” She rolls her eyes as she levers herself to standing, before hobbling on one leg as best she can over to the couch. Dropping the subject as best she can as she leaves her spot behind.
“I’m surprised you’ve never seen a Game Station. I know that the Station X came out not too long ago, but I didn’t think my GS2 was that old.” She’d snark as she resettled, “But I’m guessing it’s…” She hesitates for a moment, giving Jinny a look. “Deathstroke’s fault. So, go ahead and turn it on and grab the controller. I think I’ve got Fable 7 still in it, which isn’t a bad way to get introduced to gaming.”
“Just frozen stir-fry mix.” Jinx would mutter a reply as she carefully probed her knee. After a moment she let out a small sigh of relief. She hadn’t been fully sure herself that it hadn’t been broken, but before now she hadn’t had the time to actually check to make sure.
“You’re weirdly nice you know that?” She would ask as she glanced back at Jinny, only now registering what it was that the younger girl was offering in the first place. “Grabbing the painkillers I figured was just you having more questions. But more then that…” She shrugs.
“Anyway, you got more questions for me?”
“You’re weirdly nice you know that?” She would ask as she glanced back at Jinny, only now registering what it was that the younger girl was offering in the first place. “Grabbing the painkillers I figured was just you having more questions. But more then that…” She shrugs.
“Anyway, you got more questions for me?”
Jinx would pop open the bottle and dry swallow two pills from within it before she would speak up again. “I’ve got gel packs in a drawer that work as both heating pack and ice pack. Microwave for heat, freezer for ice.” She’d say before letting out another breath, the tension slipping from her at the same time.
After a second Jinx would hike up her skirt and Jinny would see the faintest sparkle of pink as Jinx ran a finger down her left thigh. A moment later, and the barest of shifting in her seat and Jinx’s leggings would tear apart. It was the softest application of her power that Jinny had seen.
Though that revelation was quickly overshadowed by the sight of Jinx’s knee. It had swollen, badly, it was now slightly wider than her thigh and was an angry cherry red, which stood out starkly with her gray skin. Walking with it must have been agony, but her black leggings, and the length of her skirt, made it easy to miss. So long as she had been walking slowly.
Jinx, upon seeing the state of her leg, just let out a soft hiss, but stayed sitting.
After a second Jinx would hike up her skirt and Jinny would see the faintest sparkle of pink as Jinx ran a finger down her left thigh. A moment later, and the barest of shifting in her seat and Jinx’s leggings would tear apart. It was the softest application of her power that Jinny had seen.
Though that revelation was quickly overshadowed by the sight of Jinx’s knee. It had swollen, badly, it was now slightly wider than her thigh and was an angry cherry red, which stood out starkly with her gray skin. Walking with it must have been agony, but her black leggings, and the length of her skirt, made it easy to miss. So long as she had been walking slowly.
Jinx, upon seeing the state of her leg, just let out a soft hiss, but stayed sitting.
Jinx would cut a sharp look at Jinny as the shorter girl put forth a fair attempt at intimidation. It didn’t seem to work at first, more stunning those that were looking rather than actually getting them to stop, but a moment later they all suddenly went very pale.
A quick glance back showed that Jinx was smiling a wide, slightly feral, grin. One that was all teeth, her hair seemed to have poofed up as well, but the most notable thing was the deep pink glow that filled her eyes. It only lasted a moment, before her hair de-poofed and the glow faded. But by then, everyone in the hall was doing a good job at trying their best to ignore Jinx and Jinny.
“We can talk back at the room, yeah?” Jinx would say quietly. Though it wasn’t really a question.
Jinx would pick up her pace after that. And Jinny would notice her hand tightening into a fist over the course of the, now short, trip back. By the time they had made it back, Jinx’s knuckles had turned white from how tightly she had been squeezing her fist.
The moment the door locked shut behind the two of them Jinx collapsed into one of the chairs around the small dining table. And was once again massaging her knee forcefully.
“Next time you want to pick a fight in the hallway, wait until I’m not there.” Jinx would bite out through clenched teeth, tossing a glare at Jinny as she did.
Taking a deep breath, Jinx would shake herself and settling down a bit. “To answer the question you did ask, no one in my class was worth noting. I had the best time by a wide margin.” She’d answer at last.
“Any more questions, you’re grabbing me the red bottle in the cabinet next to the fridge if you want answers.”
A quick glance back showed that Jinx was smiling a wide, slightly feral, grin. One that was all teeth, her hair seemed to have poofed up as well, but the most notable thing was the deep pink glow that filled her eyes. It only lasted a moment, before her hair de-poofed and the glow faded. But by then, everyone in the hall was doing a good job at trying their best to ignore Jinx and Jinny.
“We can talk back at the room, yeah?” Jinx would say quietly. Though it wasn’t really a question.
Jinx would pick up her pace after that. And Jinny would notice her hand tightening into a fist over the course of the, now short, trip back. By the time they had made it back, Jinx’s knuckles had turned white from how tightly she had been squeezing her fist.
The moment the door locked shut behind the two of them Jinx collapsed into one of the chairs around the small dining table. And was once again massaging her knee forcefully.
“Next time you want to pick a fight in the hallway, wait until I’m not there.” Jinx would bite out through clenched teeth, tossing a glare at Jinny as she did.
Taking a deep breath, Jinx would shake herself and settling down a bit. “To answer the question you did ask, no one in my class was worth noting. I had the best time by a wide margin.” She’d answer at last.
“Any more questions, you’re grabbing me the red bottle in the cabinet next to the fridge if you want answers.”
Jinx was meticulous when it came to packing her stuff away. Not quite slow, but it was clear that Jinx was in no rush to leave. Though the same could not be said for those others who were sat near her. As beyond Jinny no one seemed willing to risk being near Jinx.
“So?” Jinx would repeat with a raised brow as she started the trek back to their dorm. Her gait was smooth, and controlled. It was almost a strut in truth, but something about it niggled at Jinny. It was slow, not so much that it would be terribly odd. But it felt manufactured, fake, as if Jinx was compensating somehow.
“This more questions about my time? Or were you wanting to cash in your question so soon?” She’d ask with a sly grin. Though most of her attention was outward watching and assessing the other students in the hallways.
“So?” Jinx would repeat with a raised brow as she started the trek back to their dorm. Her gait was smooth, and controlled. It was almost a strut in truth, but something about it niggled at Jinny. It was slow, not so much that it would be terribly odd. But it felt manufactured, fake, as if Jinx was compensating somehow.
“This more questions about my time? Or were you wanting to cash in your question so soon?” She’d ask with a sly grin. Though most of her attention was outward watching and assessing the other students in the hallways.
As the start of the class stretched on Jinny was perhaps the only one to notice as Jinx withdrew. She stayed seated, but here eyes were wide open and bright as she scanned the room. It was clear she could feel that itch on the back of her neck that someone was watching. This wasn’t perhaps unexpected; Jinx wasn’t the only one doing this after all. But the manic sort of energy around the pinkette faded, and she was tensed ready to bolt in an instant.
The only person that Jinx didn’t scrutinize was Jinny, but even then, she wasn’t ignored either. Acknowledged, but set aside mentally.
The soft breaking of the building tension was a boon, no one reacted harshly to Miss Queen’s unveiling.
Jinx herself simply took a deep breath, and flexed her hand for a moment. Soft pink sparks dancing around her fingers. Before she took out a notebook and pencil and started taking attentive notes. But while it was clear that Jinx was not one to slack when it came to learning, it was also clear that she was not one to put herself out there either, or least not one to put herself out there without a potential reward for it.
The only person that Jinx didn’t scrutinize was Jinny, but even then, she wasn’t ignored either. Acknowledged, but set aside mentally.
The soft breaking of the building tension was a boon, no one reacted harshly to Miss Queen’s unveiling.
Jinx herself simply took a deep breath, and flexed her hand for a moment. Soft pink sparks dancing around her fingers. Before she took out a notebook and pencil and started taking attentive notes. But while it was clear that Jinx was not one to slack when it came to learning, it was also clear that she was not one to put herself out there either, or least not one to put herself out there without a potential reward for it.
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2 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
At the very least you have my attention, I'm a Mage enthusiast and have an Orphan I'd be willing to throw into this depending on how it shapes up.
In the mean time I have a Fan splat to read up on, as that too sounds interesting rather interesting.
In the mean time I have a Fan splat to read up on, as that too sounds interesting rather interesting.
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