Higher Institute of Villainous Education (Accepting)(Started)

[Spartan919]

Jason checked the blackbox. Sure enough, it stated clearly "Lights Out!" in big flashing letters. How quaint; it even tells us when to go to bed...Geez, is this HIVE Mind like, our mothers or something? Shaking his head, Jason tapped a few buttons on the blackbox, which promptly showed him his schedule. Let's see now...what's my first 'class' of the day?...Basic Tech for Newcomers, huh? With...Professor Pike. Well, it can't be too bad if it's a class about technology. At least it's not something stupid, like psychology or some other mind twisting thing...

[Asriel Dreemurr]

Tzeentch smiled a wide Irish smile at the young man who had entered the room. He was in fact quite calm, but then again he almost always was. He took one look at the younger student and saw through his ruse, having practiced the very same thing himself many times. He didn't make any mention of this as he went to his own bed and sat down, looking across at Brian.

 

"To answer your question and implied question, firstly my name is Tzeentch. No last name, just Tzeentch. Now before I answer your question, it's nice to meet you Brian. Secondly, yes I am in fact an 'Old' student."

 

Tzeentch said all of this at a slightly high rate in a perfectly calm tone. He didn't bother to say anything else to him for now. He simply laid back on his bed and reached under it. Or rather into a small compartment in the side, the beds themselves went all the way to the floor. From that compartment he pulled out a small black book. Upon the spine the title The Art of War was written. Tzeentch calmly laid back against the head board of his bed and cracked the book open. Within moments he was completely absorbed in his reading, paying almost no attention to Brian, except to say one thing.

 

"There's a compartment like mine in the side of your bed as well, left side and just six inches up from the floor, a foot and a half from the head."

[THEChanger]

Brian's smile got a little more intellegent, despite himself. The Art of War was one of his favorite books, and he was glad to see another person who appreciated the wisdom theirin. "Hmmm . . . perhaps this guy won't be so bad after all." Brian mused to himself. Opening the compartment Tzeentch had indicated, he found a few textbooks - persumably for his classes - and a copy of The Art of War. "Wonderful. Most excellent. This place, for all it's quirks, has good taste in books." Just as he was about to open the book for the fourteenth time, the lights dimmed, and went out entirely. Looking at his Black Box, he noticed the large, flashing warning "Lights Out!" "Oh. Well, they could have warned us. I was hoping to have a bath before bed. Oh well." Turning to Tzeentch, he once again flashed a blithe smile, doing his best to appear rather on the unintellegent side. "Good night, Tzeentch. I do hope you can show me around the place tommorrow. See you in the morning." With that, Brain jumped into bed and pulled the covers over his head, as was his habit. Though to someone who didn't know better he might look like he was sleeping, Brian's mind was infact racing at breakneck speeds, reviewing the days events. "One: HIVEMind appears to be able to resist my voice. Not good. That's a first. HIVEMind must be watched very carefully, until we can establish exactly why he can resist me. Two, the three most dangerous people in this place which are known to us are Dr. Nero, the Countess, and Tzeentch, in that order. Three, there is some new muscle here, which it would be a good idea to obtain as soon as possible." Underneath the covers, Brian's smile grew wider than it ever had before. Here was a place well suited for him. A school for villany on a scale even he had not imagined. A perfect opportunity for some real fun. "Best I get some sleep. Tommorrow will be a busy day." With that, and a quiet chuckle, Brian slipped into a dreamless sleep.

[Compass]

OoC: If anyone cares, I made some minor changes to my app, mostly the talent. By the by, 1st period for all of us is Basic Tech with Professor Pike. However, you can't see them, because something is seriously wrong with the thread!

 

IC: After the night passed, Cyrus woke up at about 3:00 in the morning. "Ah...Good Morning!" He very nearly bellowed. Jumping out of bed, he donned his jumpsuit and got ready for his first day, walking out into the commans area and sitting down on a couch, sighing and thinking about what "basic tech" was. He wasn't the best with computors, but brainwork was his thing. He could solve puzzles and codes easily, most of the time.

[Compass]

Do I dare say it?

Bump.

[Compass]

Sigh...Bump.

[Spartan919]

Jason woke up promptly at 3:15. Most people would say that that was early, but not for him. He showered, dressed in his jumpsuit, and left his room. He walked slowly, taking in the place, before he reached the commons room. He saw that Cyrus was already awake, and walked over to him. "Well, good morning Cyrus. You wouldn't happen to know if there's some place where you could get coffee, would you? I usually wake up this early, but I either have a buttload of technology or a big cup of 'joe' to fully wake me up."

[Compass]

"I have no clue. We could ask Mr. Big Blue floating head behind you, I guess." Cyrus looked up at HIVE mind, on the gigantic screen mounted on the wall behind Jason. "You joke is not appericated, Master Cyrus." Said HIVE mind, looking slightly miffed. "Master Jason, coffee and tea as well as hot chocolate-" HIVE mind was interuppted by Cyrus interjecting. "I like chocolate." "Thank you, Master Cyrus. Now, the...refreshments will be available at 4 o'clock. And, Master Jason. Sweep under your bed. Very carefully." HIVE mind's face blinked out.

[Compass]

Bumpity bump bump bumpitty bump bump look at frosty go!

[Compass]

Bump

[Compass]

Bump...

[THEChanger]

OOC: ARGH! MUST END THE BUMPS!

 

IC: Brian slowly stretched his arms and yawned. He had had such a good sleep, full of dreams concerning crushing his enemies and stabbing people in the back. A lot of them happened to involve Dr. Nero and Tzeentch. He lazily turned his head towards Tzeentch's bed, and noticed that it was empty. In fact, Tzeentch was not in the room. Brian, slightly perturbed at this point, opened up his Black Box. HIVEMind's head popped up on the screen. "Good morning, Mr. Channing. How may I be of service?"

"Yes. What time is it HIVEMind?"

"Nine Fourty in the morning. You are ten minutes late for Basic Tech. Your clean suit is in the dresser. I suggest you hurry."

Brian grimaced. "Thank you, HIVEMind." After shutting the Black Box, Brian sat on the bed for a few seconds, with his mind, for once, completely devoid of thought. Then, he ran to the dresser, threw it open(damaging the left door somewhat. Won't close properly from now on.), grabbed the new suit, and quickly threw it on. Grabbing the Black Box from his bed, he hurried down the halls toward Basic Tech. Finnally, five minutes later, he reached the door. Stopping to compose himself, Brian opened the door and waltzed in like there was absolutely nothing wrong or odd about him coming to class fifteen minutes late. "My appologizes, Proffesor Pike. Something went wrong with my alarm, and my roommate neglected to awaken me. I promise I will not arrive late again." Hopefully, the charade would be enough to convince the Proffesor. Though, Brian was fifteen minutes awake, and not at full mental capacity yet. After all, he hadn't had his morning coffee. Breifly, his mind flickered to coffee, and wondered if they served coffee the Irish way here, with a shot of whiskey. Nothing like Irish Coffee to wake you up in the morning.

[Compass]

OoC: Welcome back, and my thoughts exactly. Also, it doesn't matter at this point, but you can't controll HIVE mind...

 

IC: Cyrus sighed as the last kid hurried though the door to basic tech, interrupting Professor Pike. Pike, looking sternly at Brain, shook his head, and continued. "As I was saying, there's an infinite number of possiblities when it comes to technology. Even more when it comes to encyption, or technological coding. On your desk, you have a sheet of paper with gibberish written on it. Even our best decoders failed to-" He was interuppted by Cyrus's hand shooting into the air. "Yes?" Pike turned. "I can't belive you didn't crack this. It's the alaphebet code. You know, A=Z?" Pike looked stunned. "Ah..." He took a look at the sheet in his hand, his eyes growing graver and graver. "Class, I'll collect those sheets. Cyrus, come with me right now!" He barked, and rushed out of the room. Cyrus yawned. "Urgh. You guys, the message said something like 'Commence and retreat. Bag and Kill. Commece Operation: Shield." He then slowly got out of his seat and walked out the door, leaving a chattering class.