Anyone else visualizing the 'band' playing Ghostbusters non stop?
I love that everyone's description of August so far has been "Oh yeah, that one chick with emotions."
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Well, I should rephrase, by concise I mean less all over the place with "AND NOW THIS STUDENT AND NOW THIS STUDENT AND NOW THI-"
I rarely make terribly short posts if I can avoid it.
I will let you know when Jackson and August actually interact with each other. So far looking fine to me. Definitely got the traumatized part down.
Hope everyone likes text walls! Should be easier for me to make posts more concise from now on.
August, having been mostly ignored by the boy and Kanoa after the initial greeting and confirmation of the number, had occupied herself by staring at the flickering lights intently, biting her lip as she mentally planned out the electronics and how she could easily fix the flickering. Orion entered next, and Kanoa's usual placid expression was replaced for a moment before it came back up again. The boy lounged next to the red head, greeting her in his usual laid back demeanor. Her eyes whipped down to Orion, giving a quirked grin.
"Not much Oreo. As she said, spooky scary skeletons and haunted houses abound. Still living in the North Pole?"
Orion's calm demeanor rarely failed to get some girl giggling, though August just found it...sedate. It wasn't particularly appealing or off putting, but she would happily admit that Orion himself wasn't hard on the eyes. And didn't seemed annoyed by her seemingly boundless amount of energy. Or how frequently she blew things up. Or electrocuted herself. Or cut the power in the building. Really he just didn't seem to ever be bothered by...anything. Well, she wasn't about to be able to fix the lights in the middle of a meeting, so instead August decided to hop off her current desk, hop onto the desk behind Orion, and lean onto his shoulders, huffing in mild boredom. Whether he pushed her aside or not, she didn't really mind. ANYTHING was better than just sitting in silence staring at the lights. She could already hear her friends being annoyed. 'You laid on him!?' like he was something to be venerated. He was good looking, not made of gold.
"No one's talking...m'bored."
Another student entered. Best described as gray, August had never met her before. Her eyes seemed oddly large. She was pretty, like a porcelain doll. She placed cupcakes on the desk, though August didn't go for them. She instead waved at the girl with one hand, letting Kanoa talk and...engulf one of the baked treats. Sugar caused August to go haywire, she was already a bundle of energy as it was. They looked amazing though, the girl was clearly a skilled baker! The boy in the corner started talking to himself. She'd find it odd, but considering her current situation...that would probably be premature.
Another visitor, looked like everyone decided all at once to show up, this one preceded by smoke. August didn't know her personally, but had seen her around. She looked about as interested in the world as a frog would be in algebra. A dead frog. With headphones on. She was cute though. In a...statue...sort of way. She gave another wave, green eyes flitting up to the flickering light again as the urge to tinker started rising. Something about a goat?
"We'd need a tarp."
She mumbled before, once again, another student walked in. This club seemed popular. Maxwell, August recognized him. Mostly because of the rumors running around him. Where Orion seemed laid back, Max just seemed...distant. Like his sense of apathy was just too much to care. Kanoa seemed...eager...to greet him. August quirked a brow and gave a small grin. Cute.
As Kanoa started the meeting, August leaned back on the desk, still sitting cross legged on the top, as she listened. The first boy mentioned telekinesis. Manipulation of electrical fields? Magnetism? Ooky spooky spirit arm grabber thing? Hard to say. Her eyes moved now to the quiet boy who had decided to talk to himself and whom Kanoa decided a piece of paper would solve the problems. Homeopathy? Oh wait, occult. August needed to get out of her logical mindset for this crowd. Especially when Jackson grew a third arm and pulled a freaking chair across the room. This caused August to sit upright almost immediately, eyes wide.
"Oh RADICAL! Oh crap, did I just use a seriously old term for that? Ugh, I gotta stop watching old movies while I work. Still, that was cool! Oh, I guess I'll go next? I'm August Battaglia, or Batty as Oreo here seems to prefer."
August pat Ellis on the head before continuing.
"Uhhh, if you all remember the power going out in the school about three days ago, that was me. And the power outage in the town about two weeks ago? Me also. I guess if we're being totally upfront and forward about all this, well, I died. For 4 seconds, I was legally dead, and I was resuscitated."
It felt...weird talking about it out loud. Still, couldn't be worse than ghost arms, so in for a penny in for a pound.
"Unlike having something useful like floating cupcakes towards me or pulling chairs out from under others, I...feel things. Things left behind by others, things that kinda fill an area. Emotions, feelings. Hard to explain, like...residual feelings and thhhhings. Look I don't fully understand it myself, but basically I can feel the emotions left behind in places or objects. I think. Sorta. Yeah. We'll go with that."
Satisfied that she made perfect sense, August gave a wave and folded her hands in her lap, grinning wide at the assembled students. Nailed it!
b-but the room's charming dreary aesthetic! ;-;Fiiiine, I'll leave it alone...for now...
"Ow. Ow! OW STOP THAT!"
August gave the old computer a punch, immediately yelping as her knuckles cracked across the metallic surface. Mr. Grant, leaning on the nearby counter, gave a sigh.
"Please don't punch school property Miss Battaglia."
"Well it won't stop shocking me! Seriously, how old is this thing, it's shorting out every time I touch it!"
"Most electronics do that because you touch them as I recall. Are you saying you can't fix it?"
"I fixed it ten minutes ago, I'm enhancing it now."
August found her screwdriver yanked from her hand sharply.
"That's quite enough! No tinkering, thank you for your help!"
"Oh come on, I bet I could make this thing scream! Maybe even literally."
The red head slid out from under the desk, brushing herself off vigorously as she adjusted her glasses. Her braid had been tied up in a large spiraling loop while she had been on the ground, to avoid dust getting into the huge mass of fiery locks. She gave a pout, which considering her features, was QUITE pronounced and pathetic looking.
"You're working with obsolete equipment!"
"It's what the school provides, thank you for fixing it, that'll be enough for me."
August gave a huff, but didn't fight too hard. For starters, her fingers were feeling tingly from the repeated shocks the obstinate little machine had given her. Secondly, Mr. Grant controlled her grades and lacked a sense of humor. Thirdly, she had a place to be. The letter sitting in her backpack had piqued her interest far too much to not follow up on. Untying her hair so the braid fell against her backside with a suprisingly heavy thump, she grabbed her bag and headed out of the room, waving to her teacher as she navigated the river that was Oakenheim High. She was at a distinct advantage and disadvantage with her size...she could squeeze through fairly easily, but people also tended to not notice her until they had run into her. Despite her bright red hair, the vibrant cream colored sweater, and cherry red sneakers, she barely came up to chest height for most of the students. Her head was already full of different concepts and ideas for her next experiment as she made a beeline towards room 12C. August knew the room well, the lights were janked, and most people believe it had been her that did it. It hadn't, but still, her reputation preceded her. She arrived in time to hear a boy talking, but didn't catch anything he said. Straightening her glasses, flipping her braid over her shoulder, and giving a smile, she walked in, then halted as she saw only two people. Immediately her train of thought derailed in it's usual manner as she scanned the pair, her smile replaced with a quirked grin that she always wore when thinking too fast, one eyebrow cocked low.
"What, this is it? Oh wait, I'm early? Well, early-ish, if you two beat me. Unless one of you sent the letter. Okay, I'm early. Man I fixed the computer faster than I thought...totally could have done more...I'm August, by the way. I'm in the right room, right?"
She leaned backwards out the door, grabbing the side as she looked at the number from a near horizontal orientation. Yup, right room. She whipped back in, heading over to a desk between the boy and the girl. Classrooms always had odd emotions. Pride, depression, nervousness, a whooooole lot of lust, joy, anger. This class had some lingering tastes that kept popping up. Very faded though, diluted, and she had gotten used to the kaleidoscope of emotions that came from hormonal teenagers. Hell, she was feeling them still, so they weren't exactly new. She sat cross legged on top of the desk, grinning at the pair as she waited for one of them to respond to her greeting.
Something wrong with the circuitry you say...*cracks knuckles*
Nex ninjaed my post. *quickly adds a sentence* There we go.
"Thought we covered that already? Kill a big ole spider."
Cassie gave a half-assed salute as she walked past the four stone faced guards, her cannon swaying from the harness on her back. She gave a wink to Chloe as she ruffled Nex's head.
"I'd say your body is quite...magical? Was that too much? Probably too much. I can never tell. Job of extremes and all that."
The bombardier slammed the cannon down onto the stone with a loud thud, giving a proper salute to Hazael before adjusting her monocle and patting the Howler and the heavy case strapped to her hips.
"Ma'am. Lieutenant Cutie, liking the armor, very intimidating. Puncture rounds, usually used for dropping braced walls during sieges, should kick through the critter's hide and wreak some havoc. These ones are modified slightly, so there SHOULDN'T be collateral on anyone up close when it hits, but it also means the booms are a bit smaller. But don't worry, I'm the best there is, so just trust that my shots won't hit any of you. I also have scatter shots in case there's infantry or the like trying to give backup, though I really don't recommend being near the target if I use it. I'm ready to go when you are."
Extra ammo, designed to minimize impact on her allies. Grenades to light everything on fire if someone gets too close to her. She pulled her pistol out to double check the ammo. Hopefully she wouldn't need to use it. Her heart gave a skip. No drills, no practice shots. She got to blow up a big freaking monster with her cannon. Some days, it was wonderful to be alive, despite the situation. She'd get to hear her baby sing again. Leaning the cannon down into a makeshift bench, she sat down on it, lighting up her pipe and giving puffs with her signature jackal grin.
"Our group seems much smaller than yesterday. Where are we intercepting the beastie?"
"Grunt? Heehee!"
Cassie grinned at both men. Adorable. She figured her plan would be met with this reaction. Greed and pride were just a few traits men who think they have power were prone to. She remained grinning, eyes flitting to Hazael. The assassin was just that, an assassin. Trying to show how little he cared, for coin. Too easy to manipulate, too easy to remove from the picture, since anyone with nothing to prove would have just stayed quiet. The Captain...well, depending on how things went, he wouldn't have any authority or power over her soon enough. Still, his pride was showing. A lot. She understood his position though. But now that she'd seen his reaction, she knew how to better handle him. She watched the Knight Lieutenant instead, jackal grin wide. Her intent was what would matter. Despite all this, Cassie hadn't made up her mind on whether or not she would remain with the military or join this coup. Judging by the gathering...it'd be way easier to just side with the Minister, report them all, and watch them burn.
But it wouldn't necessarily be right...she hated having problems she couldn't just shoot aside.
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