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The Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (closed)

@Archmage MC Ah. What is it?

The Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (closed)

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Crispin Lincoln

^{Interacting With: Katherin Drake @KatherinWinter.}

-Son of Killer Frost and Mr. Freeze-

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Seeing the woman he had pin-pointed as the one with ice powers similar to his own walking towards him, Crispin's chin lifted up higher ever so slightly. His eyes stayed trained on her as she approached and nearly said something before he remembered... he never said anything. Not to anyone. Even at his job it was always nods or shakes of the head - subtle universal gestures that could get his message across that either he understood or that he didn't - that he was angry about it or happy to do it.

Swallowing the lump of words that wanted to form in his throat, Crispin blinked twice when she spoke up instead.

"It's nice to know that I am not the only one here used to colder temperatures."

A ghost of a smile flickered across Crispin's lips. Colder temperature? The Penguin practically made his own North Pole within the city of Gotham. He nodded his head - yes he was used to colder temperature. But it was the heat that he liked most; that he craved. He was always cold. Always so very cold.

Eyes darting from the girl to the stolen backpack he used to keep anyone from sitting next to him, Crispin hesitated before grabbing it up and placed it on his lap, directing his eyes back towards the girl and patted the seat next to him. She had found him, which meant her ice powers were very much like his own. Perhaps... perhaps he wouldn't be able to harm her - at least, not as easily as he could harm any of the other students he saw walking around.

Heat sources - that's what they were. He felt their heat off of their bodies. It took every ounce of willpower for him to not take it as his own in an effort to warm up. But if he had learned anything by freezing over the bus of people before arriving here, is that it didn't seem to help. Nothing seemed to help. He was destined to be cold forever.

The Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (closed)

@Archmage MC C++ is absolutely terrible. I prefer JavaScript over anything else

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Depends on the programming. I have a bachelor's in Game Art and Design.

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I'm going to attempt to get up a Crispin reply when I get off of work and hopefully get in my Benjamin introduction (collaboration)

The Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (closed)

Yeah I quit having fun when they "fixed" Roadhogs "GET OVER HERE" insta-kill that just made him worse

The Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (closed)

I haven't played Overwatch in a while (my Xbox live account expired and I'm kind of broke) but Reaper was my main. But I also really like (and am good at) McCree, Zenyatta, Widowmaker, and oh what's his name... ugh the tank in armor. I keep wanting to say Ryhorn but thats a Pokemon XD

The Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (closed)

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Crispin Lincoln

^{Interacting With: Katherin Drake @KatherinWinter.}

-Son of Killer Frost and Mr. Freeze-

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Hefting the weight of his backpack to his opposite shoulder, Crispin took in a deep breath and began the short walk to the one place he knew could help to change his life. The academy was supposed to be where people with abilities and talents of all kinds could live together and learn more about themselves - a school - a safe haven from the abuse he had endured for the duration of his life. It was his escape.

The bus ride there had been... different to say the least. It was his first time interacting with people outside of the prison that was the Penguin's home. When he had decided to run away, Crispin literally grabbed what clothing he could see laying on his bed, stuffed it into an old, plastic bag, and took off. He didn't even think about the "normal" people he would be encountering in the outside world. He didn't even stop to think that in his heightened emotional state, what his powers could do.

The bus driver asked him for his money, and Crispin just stood there. He was so unprepared. Money he knew - he used it every day working at the Iceberg Lounge. But he never actually needed it for himself. The man behind him waiting began to yell and a baby began to cry somewhere. He literally froze, his powers manifesting so quick that he hadn't even realized a protective layer of ice had encased his entire flesh, forcing his clothes to stretch and even rip in a few places. It was when he became aware that things really started to get bad. The entire bus began to drop in temperature, and by the time everyone on the bus had an idea that something was wrong, it was too late.

Crispin stared on as the entire bus and it's occupants became a sculpture of ice. The only thing he could do then was to chisel away some of the occupants personal belongings (such as a backpack and a few purses) and leave before he hurt anyone else. He wasn't sure if he had killed them, or not - he just hoped that the sooner he left, perhaps the quicker the ice would melt, saving them. And now he had money. So after running a good few blocks (leaving a trail of ice behind him), Crispin took down an alley where he could calm down, get his powers back under control, and tried the next bus.

The trip took a few days, the boy having to change buses four different times before he managed to get to the location he had heard so much about. He kept to himself the entire time, only exchanging words with a woman at a clothing store when he asked for help finding something in his size. It had been the last of the money from the purses (which he had dumped long ago), so everything after that had been stolen.

But it was all worth it in the end - he was finally here. He had been standing outside the gate for the better part of three hours, knees trembling and heart racing as the realization of what he had just done began to sink into his mind. No doubt his mother would come looking for him. He just hoped that in this school of heroes and villains, someone would be stronger than her, and hoped to God that they were on his side.

The closer to the school he got, the more populated it seemed to get. There were so many students of race, gender, height, size and age he didn't even know where to begin with his people watching. He could feel the heat around him being absorbed - a trait he simply could not help. He hadn't noticed it in the Iceberg Lounge simply because the Penguin usually kept it at subzero temperatures anyway, but now that he had been on the "outside" for a few days, it was something he couldn't help but to notice. He couldn't make contact - even just a bump would make anyone with heat in their bodies feel the sting of cold, so he stuck to the outskirts as much as he possibly could, maneuvering away from people as they came and went around him.

But then there was the familiar feeling of cold - a cold that was not his own. Finding a nearby bench, Crispin sat his things down next to him (as to occupy the seat) and looked around, spotting a young woman with alarmingly bright red hair. She seemed to not know what it was that she was supposed to do and her body language suggested that she might have even felt scared.

Crispin tilted his head, silently observing. Was it possible that she was like him? He didn't dare find out on his own - what if he was wrong? His mother had no problems in touching him - she beat him enough - but if this girl was like him... perhaps she was afraid of hurting people too.

The Magical Lands

It's a possibility - I'll take a look once I get home

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Adeline Wilson and Alan Southern

Location: The Front Gates; The Academy.
^{Interacting With: Each Other.}

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”So, have you already gotten your schedule and everything?” Alan asked, having taken note that she had no luggage with her save for a small white and pink handbag she kept slung over her shoulder. He hated to ask, so he just had to assume everything had already been sent ahead for her - really it was the least her parents could do since they seemed to have just dumped her at a school with no one to help her out.

He had worked with a blind woman once at the circus - but she had been a much older lady (probably cataracts), and yet still the best damn fortune teller he had ever come across. He didn’t interact with her much, but there had been a time or two when she had asked him to help her to her trailer. He didn’t mind - she really was a sweet, old lady. And Adeline… well she was even sweeter. Perhaps he got that from her youthfulness and sense of naivety - either way, he was more than happy to help, especially when others wouldn’t.

Her schedule..?

A slight panic flickered across her gentle features at his words, her eyes widening at the thought that maybe she and her parents hadn’t read the letter as well as they should have done. Was that what was supposed to have happened..? Were they meant to have chosen their classes before coming to the academy..?

“..I-I didn’t realize they had come out…” Dropping her head down slightly, Adeline moved just a little bit closer against him, hiding ever so slightly behind his arm as they walked together, her pace a tad slower than his own as she focussed more upon her thinking than on her actual steps, “..I-... I haven’t even chosen my classes yet…”

Eyebrows raising in surprise as he felt her shift, Alan turned his head to the side, slowing his own pace down so she wouldn’t feel like he was forcing her along.

”Hey, no worries. I don’t have mine either. They gave me the option to have it picked out before I got here, but I needed a little more time to decide on a few things before I did.” He didn’t mean to alarm her - he tried giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. ”We can get them done together. Soon as they open the gates.”

Turning her head back up as she felt the gentle squeeze of his hand, Adeline’s soft pink lips parted ever so slightly from one another, her thoughts seeming to disperse as her full attention was once more upon the guy that was helping her… the guy that was talking to her; helping her to barely notice the way that her dog continuously pulled against the leash, whimpering as he excitedly tried to search about his new surroundings.

“..really..? I-... I didn’t even know that was an option…” Biting down softly upon her lower lip, she nibbled on it softly, visible relief crossing over her otherwise gentle features at the knowledge that she still had time; that she wasn’t behind everyone else… or at least, she wasn’t behind Alan in that sense, “..I think we may have missed some of the information in the letter… my parents were rather weary in sending me… their choice seemed to keep coming back down to my grandfather… though I don’t know why… I’ve never even met him before…”

”Your… grandfather?” Alan quirked an eyebrow. How did that even make sense? Then again, both his mother and father didn’t want him and left him to be raised by carnies - who was he to judge? ”Professor X- uh, Charles Xavier, one of the teachers here helping to fund the place… I was at his school for mutants at the time. Maybe he was just helping me out, or something. I dunno.”

“..Slade Wilson..? At least, that’s the name that daddy uses anyway…”

Falling silent as she listened to what he was saying to her, Adeline tilted her head lightly to the side, her brows furrowing ever slightly in concentration as she thought on the name he had given to her. Charles Xavier… the name sounded familiar; but then she wasn’t too sure. Apart from those who either lived, or visited the Teen Titan’s tower, there weren’t many other supers that she knew too much about, “..I-I’m sorry… I don’t think I know him; but he sounds like a wonderful man…”

Slade Wilson - she shared his last name, and the name itself tickled at the back of his head a bit. He felt like he should know it; a name he had read somewhere in school, maybe?

”He is. He had a school a lot like this, but was directed towards mostly mutants instead of supers and everything inbetween.” He paused. ”But he helped me through a lot in just a year - I owe that man a lot. I’m just happy that he’s still a part of my life for now.”

“..I wouldn’t know… I-I’ve never really had anyone outside of the Teen Titans…” Her thoughts wandering once more, Adeline turned her head away, her beautiful cloudy-blue eyes gliding over the scenery, staring unseeingly at everything they passed by, “..my-... my family aren’t very close… and I don’t really have a lot of friends outside of the tower…”

Alan’s heart wrenched at her admission. Admittedly, he didn’t have a whole lot going for him either - even in the circus. But Xavier’s school changed his life. He knew that if she tried, if she wanted, the academy could do the same for her.

”Well we’re going to change that. You being here is going to change that a lot. And look, you’ve already got me!” Despite her not being able to see it, he smiled.

Unable to stop the bright blush that crept over her cheeks at his words, she turned her gaze back up to where she could hear his voice coming from, honest surprise written all over her features as she thought over what he had said. She-... She had him..?

Her grip over the leash relaxing further as she became more and more distracted by the sudden thought of having a friend, Adeline blinked a couple of times. Aside from the supers back at the tower, she’d never had a friend her parents hadn’t met… one that they knew nothing about. This-... this was all so new, “..I-I have you..?”

Alan laughed. It really was cute when she said it like that.

”Why not? You haven’t given me any reason to not want to be your friend. I think you’re a wonderful person, Adeline, and I’d love to learn more about you - weird family and all.”

“..r-really..?” Her dulled eyes seeming to sparkle slightly, she smiled, her features lighting up at the mere thought of having someone she could spend time with… someone that she could get to know better… of someone who was her friend, “..I’d like that… a lot… thank you..!”

Seeming to forget that they weren’t exactly alone, Adeline slowed her pace to a stop, her body turning into his as she lifted her arm up, her hand gently brushing over the front of his chest… over his shoulder before eventually, she found his neck, her lithe figure lifting up onto the balls of her feet as she wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, her other arm lifting to join the first as she pressed herself closer into him, her eyes closing as she hugged him tightly.

The physical contact, though not unwelcome, came as a bit of a surprise to Alan, but after a few moments of figuring out what had just happened, he chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms around her small waist, hugging her back.

“You’re very welcome, but Adeline… I think you just let Ce-Jay loose…” Looking over her shoulder, the dog had indeed gotten free from Adeline’s grasp from when she had moved to hug him. Continuing his little chuckle, Alan slowly pulled himself from her and put both hands on her shoulders. “Here… just take a seat-” Alan helped her back up a few steps before coming to a bench, doing everything that he could to help keep her calm, ”-and I’ll go and get him.”

Panic once more flickering across her features, her head spinning back and forth on a swivel as she strained her ears, listening out for the familiar bark of her companion until the reassuring touch and reasoning voice of Alan once more called for her, causing her to once more give him her attention, her hands slipping from around his neck to instead take a gentle hold of the front of his shirt as he guided her back, helping her down onto the bench that he had found for them, “..o-okay… I-... I’ll stay here…”

”I’ll be right back with him. I promise.” Giving her another smile, Alan pulled himself from her completely before running off in the direction of her dog.