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@Lmpkio

Alright. In the process of going back to college.


Heidi no longer needed to take classes. You couldn't really spend a year teaching a mutant who could teach herself the entire curriculum to an A+ standard in one day. That said, she would be bored without the daily structure, so was currently sitting in a History class. History as actually a rather interesting subject for Heidi, because every lesson, every textbook, every different source taught something brand new that you wouldn't find in all your previous sources. She could actually learn new things by attending the class, that she couldn't learn from finding academic textbooks and getting through them all in one night, which had been her method for passing most of her other classes on the second day, choosing to instead devote the time she'd spend 'learning' instead reading or skipping class entirely to work on her...secret project.

This History class also had the distinction of actually being for her age group, which was preferable to the embarrassment of sitting with children 18 or older, though this class also had it's downsides. Heidi was seen as a smartass and a teacher's pet, and all manner of things which the other kids labelled her in an attempt to spin their jealousy into something that she was doing and that was her fault. This, coupled with Heidi's hearing impairment, and also her difficulty in having conversations without getting overwhelmed, meant that she didn't have any friends in this class. Of course, she had difficulty making friends in general, but she found that older students would often put energy into becoming Heidi's friend, and being rewarded with Heidi's eventual ability to relax around them and say the first thing she thinks.

Heidi was interrupted by a thought entering her head, telling her that she will be called out of the class by Jean Grey, and to start preparing and packing away her books now, which she promptly did without question, running through the likelihood of every conceivable reason she would be called away by a teacher. She knew she wasn't in trouble. It was very likely to be because of how difficult she was to teach, or maybe they had found out about her little 'secret project'. After all, it wasn't exactly on the curriculum to build a combat exoskeleton in your dorm room but Heidi had dreams of joining the X-Men, and she wasn't exactly going to be called upon if she couldn't go toe-to-toe with the Brotherhood in a fight.

Wasn't she?

Before Heidi knew it, she blinked, and she was standing in the courtyard. Jean had collected her from class, walked with her, and the two had engaged in light conversation before Jean dropped her off and went to collect more students. Heidi, looking back on the memories of what she'd been doing whilst she was on auto-pilot and it's amazing how much easier she found talking when she wasn't thinking about it. Maybe this is how she should talk to people from now on, though she would prefer more control over what she was saying than that. Heidi noticed that there were three other girls there. All older than her. Non of whom she'd ever spoken to properly, though she knew the names, ages and mutant abilities of each. She paid attention to the student roster. She liked knowing who she was in school with, and what they could do.


Eilidh yelled out in pain as her side was pierced, but all this really did was make her angrier. She turned round with surprising agility for a horse yet still far more awkward and cumbersome than the gladiator. She grimaced and nodded at George's redundant advice but didn't have the energy or time to retort.

Bast chose to assist at this moment, which she actually appreciated, especially as he did so without interfering too much. All he did was buy her a few seconds, and cut down the gladiator's manoeuvring distance. "Thank you for the assistance!" She called back, as she charged again, but this time, just before she reached him, she stopped dead, hoping that in his mind he had already made his move, and would begin to make it, allowing her to see where he was going to attempt to position himself. Then, with a sudden and surprising burst of speed, she seemed to shoot forward without moving her hooves, and sliced up with a swing more powerful than all but the strongest humans were capable of. She was hoping to catch his weapon, which if he was taken off guard, he would likely use to defend himself, and if she caught his weapon and lifted it, she would then slice down at his unguarded body.

@PaulHaynek@13org


Maeda Hitomi



"Sure," Hitomi replied, smiling at nodding at Tomoe. "Let's head back to the room. If they are planning anything, there's not much I can do right now. I'll always be able to step in later, when there's more concrete evidence to use. But for now, let's go back and chill."

As the two were making their way back to the room, with Hitomi draping one arm over Tomoe's shoulder like a big sister, Action landed in front of them in a striking, bad-ass pose. Tomoe would notice Hitomi blushing a little and muttering "He's so cool..." to herself. Oh dear. She's got it bad.

"Well," replied Hitomi, impressively keeping her cool in regards to outward appearence, "There's a little sort of competition to determine the fate of an idea called 'The Komei Collective'. It's basically like a practice agency, with students from all the different classes playing the roles that they'd be likely to play in a real agency when they graduate. It's a fantastic idea in theory, but...I'm worried that the class 1B clique are going to try and use it as a power grab and I don't want this idea to become a political tactic. Enough about that. What have you been up to?"

@liferusher@Conscripts






Mako Akane


Mako began to listen to Jean's story with interest. This was her first glimpses into who this man actually was, that she'd ever heard before. When he mentioned that he got married, she started to feel a new, strong surge of regret that she ran away all those years ago, but that feeling dulled when Jean didn't go into detail about what happened next. He didn't have to. As she read his eyes and his mannerisms, his silence told her all she needed to know. She did want to know what his connection to Miss Beaumont was, but she wasn't going to pry. He hadn't gone into detail for a reason. Now that she knew a bit more, she wanted to swing it back around to flirting. She was much more comfortable being coy than she was being honest and open. Not that she had any qualms about spilling her guts, but the more Jean did not, the more curious she became, and it was rather torturous.

"You know, I'd like to have kids one day. But I'm thirty-eight," Mako sighed with a sly smile. "The clock's ticking."

Mako's buzzer chose this perfectly ironic moment to then start going off, causaing Mako to stiffen, blush and visibly die inside. "Ah...that's my time up. I need to head back to the Academy now..."

@Heartfillia
I'm going through a slow phase as I start college soon, but I don't think any of the people who haven't posted are waiting for me.


Molly was still ogling the hall like a fangirl when a red-haired woman emerged and she quickly snapped out of it and tried to look chill. This wasn't a fellow teen. This was a woman. Early to mid 20's at an estimate. Holly suddenly became worried about the possibility that even though she was much older now, she was going to be the baby of the group all over again. Just great...at least people treat 17 year olds a lot more seriously than 12 year olds. Maybe? Hopefully. Despite this, she smiled and nodded at this woman, before the elevator opened and a girl who's age seemed a little closer to Molly's emerged, explained that she needed to go dump her bags and left again.

"Makes sense, makes sense," Molly replied to Kate, even though Kate was long gone and Molly was essentially talking to herself. She turned back to the redhead, approached her and offered her hand. "What's up? My name's Molly Hayes. I have super strength. Look forward to working with you."

The other girl came back shortly afterward, and introduced herself, offering her own hand for Molly to shake. Molly put down her three heavy-looking suitcases before shaking her hand, and Kate would notice that her glowing violet eyes turned to an ordinary-looking green and stopped glowing when she did this. "Sorry. Super strength. Can't be too careful. I'm Molly. Hi! There's no furniture in the rooms, you say? You mean, like a hostel?" The tall girl looked a little dejected and downcast at this. "Man, I just came from a hostel!"

That's when another boy approached them, voicing similar concerns about the lack of furniture that had been reported, an introduced himself as Reece. As Molly shook his hand, she muttered "I'm not gonna remember all these names..." before introcusing herself out loud as "Molly. Molly Hayes." She didn't notice Miles enter the building behind her. Or maybe she did but subconsciously wanted a break from all the handshaking and barrage of new names to remember.

@McHaggis@Hushed Whispers@SlimJim@Afro Samurai
The difference between a good casual post and a good advanced post is that 99% of the time in casual, even if a post is otherwise faultless and contains a very well realised character, it won't develop anything in any way. It'll be a static snapshot of what this character is thinking, feeling, and doing at this exact moment. The character at the end of the post will be identical to the character at the start of the post. And there's nothing wrong with this in casual.


You don't need to worry about her not standing up in combat scenes. That's what the exoskeleton under her suit is for.


Molly woke up, laying on her hostel bed. It was strange not following her usual school routine, but today was the day it was beginning. Her attempts to become a full-fledged solo Superhero had attracted the attention of the Avengers, and mere days ago, they had contacted her. She was...not quite going to be a full-fledged Avenger, but become part of a younger, more inexperienced team. Like, a sort of 'Young Avengers'. It was going to be nice to be part of a team again, and this one, a team of actual, dedicated crime-fighting costumed Superheroes. The real deal! Not that she didn't like being in the Runaways but those her her friends, and that was her gang. This, however, was her dream job. Not quite the same thing.

After getting up, getting showered, and getting dressed, Molly called a cab, and had them take her to about twenty minutes walk from the Complex. She wasn't sure how discreet she should be but it didn't hurt to play it safe. After running the rest of the way carrying three large suitcases containing everything she owned slung casually over her shoulder like they collectively weighed nothing, she reached the front doors, and used her keycard to get in. The doors were huge! As was the foyer! Molly stood in total awe, gazing at every corner at the room she had entered. She hadn't been anywhere this big or expensive looking in four years. Man....Superheroes were awesome.
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