A School of Villains [IC/Not Accepting/PG-16]

King K. Azo · August 28, 2017

In this world, there are many ways to become extraordinary. Maybe you were born with a power, or maybe you fell in radioactive waste. Perhaps an animal bit you, or you just know MAGIC. Some people use these powers to protect the innocent, to save the world... to be... heroes.

However, a city that rests deep underground, far away from society. Lowhaven is a gathering spot for those the rest of the world would call villainous, and answers to no nation. In a way, Lowhaven is almost like a nation of its own; they have their own government, economy, and more. There exist throughout the world various hidden entrances to the city, but these are very carefully guarded. Only those with a Lowhaven ID are allowed in, and earning one isn’t an easy task.

In this city, they have schools, ones to teach those that have been cast away from society. They teach them the fine art...

of how to be VILLAINS!!

Deep under the Earth's surface, the city of Lowhaven was noisier than usual. The school season has started, and most of the young people have scattered in the four cardinal directions to head to school. After all, who knows what villains might do to students if they were displeased. One person in particular, however, looked lost. The tall boy looked at his map, sighing as he looked at the map he was given.

"This funking thing is useless," Inu growled, clenching his cigarette in his teeth as he ran a hand through his spiky white hair. His hand lit on fire, incinerating the paper instantly. He took a long drag on his cigarette as he looked around. "That motherfuckin' neighbor better have not given me bad directions just so I die and he can get with my mom," He muttered as the smoke billowed from his mouth. He took a left turn... and saw the school.

The massive building loomed over him as he looked it over. The building itself seemed to be old and decrepit, like a gust of wind could knock it over at any second. The land surrounding it was full of dead grass and trees, with litter scattered everywhere.

"Looks lovely," Inu muttered to himself as he walked across the lawn to the front doors. However, a girl suddenly stood in front of him. She was at least a head shorter than him, with long blond hair, and a body that most people would consider attractive. Her ears were pointy, giving her the appearance of an elf.

"You know smoking is bad for you, right?" She said as she stared him down. Inu shook his head.

"Nobody asked you. Why the funk would you walk up to someone and just try to tell them how to live their life? You bit---,"

"Ali," The girl suddenly interrupted. Inu blinked a second.

"What?"

"Ali Nitsua. That's my name. Not jabroni,"

"Look, I really don't give a funk," Inu snapped as he watched students starting to fill the courtyard. "Just let me pass," He said at he walked pass her, using his size to keep going before she could stop him again. "Weird jabroni," He muttered as he headed to the doors, opening it up, while at the same time, slurping up his cigarette and swallowing it whole.

Instead of the interior of a school, like he expected, he say only a swirling tunnel of black and white that could lead to only God knows where. "What the fu---?" He started to say before some of the older students start to push against him, shoving him through. Every hair on his body stood on end as he entered the tunnel, but not even a second later, he was out of it, sitting in a chair, facing a stage. Was he in an... auditorium? Looking around, he noticed everything looked brand new, a stark difference to the building he had just entered. The seats began to fill up quickly, taking about five minutes to do so.

As soon as the last seat was filled, a man in a white robe slow and majestically floated down, some fanfare playing from... somewhere. After about thirty seconds, the man landed in front of a podium and began to speak.

"Welcome students, to Center Lowhaven! I am your headmaster, Headmaster!" He waited for a few seconds before adding. "That's all from me, now give it up for your vice-principal, N. Ox!" Some students began to clap, although it was scattered and weak. There was a few moments of silence before a man that seemed to be over eight feet tall walked up to the podium. Every step he took seemed to shake the ground, and the man himself gave off an aura of authority, almost overwhelming so. A few students began to murmur amongst themselves, as N. Ox was a renowned leader of the biggest criminal organization on Earth. Why would such a man lower himself to teach?

"Greeting students!" his voice boomed across the auditorium. "I am N. Ox. Now, I know some of you are wondering why a school exists, and why you must attend. Being a villain can't be hard, after all! Well, allow me to ask you a few questions. Are you a real villain?" The students looked at each other, muttering again, confusion in the air. With no answer, N. Ox continued. "Have you ever caught a good guy, like a, like a, like a real super hero?" Whatever answer he received, he kept going. "Have you ever tried a disguise?" After listening, he slammed his hand on the podium. "And that is why we have to teach you how to be villains!" Suddenly, a saxophone materialized in his hand, and he began to play a few catchy sounding notes. However, as soon as they finished, a louder voice boomed from behind the stage.

"Robbie! I told you to NOT mess with my speech!" N. Ox looked behind him, and shook his head.

"Looks like the jig is up," He stated, spinning in place. 'N. Ox' suddenly shrank in size, becoming a normal sized man dressed in purple, with a giant chin. "All you kids have a good school year!" He said as he ran off the stage. The real N. Ox came on stage, growling before turning to the students.

"Now know this! While we are a school of villains, we are not a school of anarchy! You will follow the very few rules we lay out in each class, or I will deal with you personally. That is all. Dismissed!" He waved his hand out, and suddenly papers appeared in their laps. It had the classes that they had chosen before the school year started, and where the class rooms were located.

With that, the students began to fill out, headed to their first class. Inu picked up his paper, shaking his head as he walked off.

"This was a bad idea," He muttered as he went towards his first class.

[spoiler=OOC]Welcome one and all to your first year of school! I'm hoping we have a fun time here! Now, I don't mind what you do before school, or what your reactions are to the shenanigans that have just went down. Just try to end your post in your classroom. Your teacher will not be there at the moment, so just find a seat!

Astolfo · August 28, 2017

Rain Mirren

An effiminate pink-haired youth glanced towards the sky, before looking around to either side. Recognizing certain landmarks, the figure began to move with a clear note of confidence in their steps. Why, you may ask, when so many others were bumbling around like lost sheep? Well, you see, it’s because this particular teenager knew the world of Lowhaven like the back of their hand. Within just a few minutes, taking certain shortcuts that probably no one else knew about, the person arrived at the front of the school. Staring up at the decrepit, aged, trashy wreck, their eyes contorted slightly in disgust. For a few moments, they debated whether they had really arrived at the right place. Crosschecking with the map revealed there was no other place the school could be. Sighing, they made their ways towards the front doors.

Instantly, the youth was caught off-guard as they were tumbled and jostled through a chaotic swirling tunnel of black and white that didn’t match the exterior of the building at all.

Clever...

Just as quickly as they had entered, they were promptly ejected into a seat facing a stage. An auditorium…? Looking left and right showed the building once again matched nothing like its outside, rich and new, rather than worn-down and old. The marvels of modern villainy sure were amazing. The seats left and right of the figure quickly filled up as others soon arrived through to the same theater pitstop.

Within a few minutes, the seats were completely filled, and at the exact same instant, a man clad in a white, all-covering robe drifted down from the… ceiling? The girly youth tilted their head, not sure what to expect. At the brief introduction, their face twisted slightly in disappointment. That was quickly wiped away though as the massive, quite literally larger-than-most-existing-life N. Ox entered the vicinity. Just the mere presence of the master villain himself radiated a dominating, overwhelming pressure. This man was a ruler, and he knew it too.

As the sitting androgynous child listened excitedly to the words of one of the most infamous criminals in the history of villainy, they were once again taken aback just a few moments later. As it turned out, the N. Ox in front of them was not the real one, but some mischievous prankster? Despite that, the real one didn’t rip them from limb to limb. Was the imposter another faculty member? Would N. Ox even tolerate that even so? Dozens of questions began to bubble up in the sitting figure’s mind.

The true N. Ox did little more than give a menacing warning as to not break the rules, which were firmly imprinted on just about every single person present. Getting on his bad side was a surefire way to disappear off the face of the planet. With a dismissal just as quick as his warning, the figure peered curiously at the sheet that instantaneously appeared in their lap. On it were the names of classes, according to each period, as well as their location.

First period… Psychology.

Seeing other students beginning to walk out, the slim pink-haired youth followed suit. Wouldn’t do to be late on the first day of class. And what better use of their time than to practice and learn the map of the school for later? Taking their first steps out of the auditorium, they began to mentally note the position of all the relevant rooms in their head. Walking down the hall to where the Psychology class was stated to be, the figure promptly collided with a [insert Devin’s current appearance]. As the pink-haired figure tripped and collided with others as well, a miniature people-jam ensued, with the youth landing on top of the one they originally collided with.

Groaning, the kid got up groggily, rubbing their head and wincing as they felt a bruise. As awareness began to filter back in, the effiminate figure realized the student below them had their face buried in the former’s crotch.

“Now, what did you do that for? If you wanted to feel me up that badly, all you had to do was just ask~♪ Although, you’d have to pay first, of course~♪”

To the latter’s surprise, what they would soon realize was that the girly-looking brat on top of them was actually not a girl, but a full-fledged guy.

The former jumped off, dusting himself off, throwing a card back at the figure behind him.

Were the person to take a look at the card left behind, they would see a few simple details.

Rain Mirren

“The Merchant”

(XXX) XXX-XXXX

“Everything in this world has got a price tag, and I’m the one collecting~♪”

As Rain turned to head on his way to the Psychology classroom, he peered back at the fallen person. Scratching the back of his head with an amiable wink and playful poke of the tongue, Rain shouted out.

“My name’s Rain. But those in business know me as the Merchant. I’ll let you slide free for earlier, but you’ll have to pay in advance next time if you want to get to know me better like that~♪”

Giggling, Rain spun on his heel, striding off to his first period classroom with a bounce in his step. Oh, the business ventures were bound to be fun, and Rain wouldn’t miss the world for it.

~Faytl~ · August 28, 2017

The streets of Lowhaven were packed, but that wasn't stopping the blur that was blasting through the crowds, knocking shoulders aside as the scarlet-haired girl sprinted past, eyes resolutely forward. It wasn't as if she were herself running very fast, more like she was being propelled. The subtle difference was lost on most of the people she knocked into, and wasn't even really a concern to Kess herself.

She skidded to a halt, a cloud of dust rising up behind her, catching several students in its wake and sending them into coughing fits. Some of them looked to have an idea to yell at Kess about it, but reconsidered upon seeing her standing there, stock-still, arms crossed, and an angry frown fixed upon her face, her golden eyes glinting dangerously. Kess was usually some form of pissed off these days, but today seemed to be special.

She was glaring up at the edifice of Center Lowhaven, scowling furiously. Her body seemed hunched, as if withdrawing from everyone around her. Every now and then her eyes would flick to a passerby, narrowed as if to dare them to look back. Dislike radiated from every pore.

funk these guys, she decided emphatically, finally striding towards the front door. She didn't seem to have improved her mood at all. If the small yellow sparks that were dancing between her heels and the ground as she stepped forward were any indication, her mood was even worse. funk this whole THING.

Kess adamantly did not want to be here today. She had never looked forward to anything less. I'd rather be crumpled on the ground waiting for Jason to kill me again, she told herself bitterly. Her hands trembled as a part deep inside her admitted that was not true; She had never felt less powerful then, when Jason had mocked her, dragged her before the other heroes, when they had-

The shaking hand clenched into a fist as Kess made her way through the front door. Her eyes were closed as she passed through, not even reacting at all when she passed through the tunnel, a quick line of electrical energy dancing across her face before dissipating behind her left ear. She fell into her seat, and only then did she seem shocked out of her thoughts.

She glanced around the auditorium, sizing up the people around her. Just gotta take any of them out if they mess with me, she told herself, but her body was tense again. She had wanted to become a hero... And now she was here. She had to remind herself vehemently that the heroes were no picnic either.

She raised an eyebrow as the Headmaster (who was, to say, nondescript) pass the proceedings over quickly to someone she had heard a lot about since moving into Newhaven. N. Ox was spoken about with almost a degree of reverence by Newhaven citizens. Her cousin had warned her never to get on his bad side.

Does he have a GOOD side? she wondered idly as she watched the REAL N. Ox barge out onto the stage, hurriedly dismissing all the students. She allowed herself a grin that more than resembled a sneer. This guy gets jerked around by the likes of that guy... He can't be so tough.

She strode from the auditorium, spirits lifted by the sight of someone with such a reputation as N. Ox being tricked with by Robbie Rotten. If this was the caliber of villains she had to rise above, she was in good shape. She cracked her knuckles as she strode towards the psychology classroom, one thought charging to the front of her mind: Start now.

Her hand let off several sparks that danced through the air as she slammed it against the doorframe, blocking the way of a boy with untidy white hair, the two of them having reached the door at the same time. Kess looked sidelong at him, sparks literally dancing in her eyes.

"Don't get in my way again," she warned him simply, taking a forceful step forward into the classroom. She seized a chair close to the front, turning it around to straddle it, glaring straight ahead and flexing her hands as sparks danced over them. Her entire demeanor dared anyone to challenge her.

(GigaDrillBreaker) · August 28, 2017

Patton Grisaille started that morning like he would most: he made himself a protein shake, including coffee beans for a bit of extra kick. He would need it. Before anyone else in the house was awake, he was out the door, with a courier bag of writing utensils, empty notebooks, and whatever he thought would be useful to him at school slung over a single shoulder. It feels strange taking such normal school supplies to something like villain school, but I guess it will still include some regular learning. From what I understand, their art teacher is a pretty big deal. The school he was enrolled at was a boarding school -- he would be living there during his studies. There was no need to go back to this shithole of a house after this morning. With a dad who represents the grossness of this lazy town, and a mom who enables him, there isn't anything left for me in this house. No, my future has me moving forward, as always.

Once he crossed the threshold, Patton ound himself reaching a brisk jog. While running toward his destination, he had a marble orbiting around each of his wrists. Maintaining a consistent RPM while his arms were moving on multiple axes was an important part of increasing his own power. This is how Patton operated: even while making his way to school, he was exercising both his body, and his slipstream ability. This sort of constant momentum is what allowed him to reach what he had so far, and it was what was going to carry him toward his ultimate goal: becoming the most powerful being on the planet. Harder. I need to go faster. Pushing himself more, he slipped into a sprint, the revolutions of the marbles around his wrists doubling in an instant, letting out a distinct whirring sound.

To no one's surprise, Patton managed to beat the crowd. Though morning had a loose definition in a city completely isolated from the sun, he was running ahead of schedule. Seeing the school itself, however, he wanted to vomit. The building was decrepit at best, appearing as if it had been abandoned for decades. "I get that this is supposed to be some kind of evil school, but they took that shitty aesthetic to the worst funking extreme," he growled under his breath. Walking across the lawn, he directed the marble that had been orbiting his left wrist up his arm, over his shoulder, down his back, and into his pocket. Despite being a somewhat complex maneuver, this sort of thing had become reflexive for him. What he really needed to develop was power output and stability at high speeds.

Reaching the front door, he opened it, and uncharacteristically hesitated. In front of him, rather than a suitably disgusting interior, was a swirling abyss. "Looks fun enough. funk it, may as well" with nothing but a thought, the marble spinning rapidly around his right wrist slowed down, as he placed the tip of his thumb underneath the length of his index finger, with the marble situating itself on top of his thumb, coming to an abrupt stop. Flicking the tip of his thumb upward, the marble was tossed forward, like one would flip a coin. As he watched the marble be swallowed into the mysterious doorway, he smirked slightly, stepping forward into the portal.

As expected, Patton suddenly found himself in a drastically different place than he had a moment before, now sitting in what he go only assume to be an auditorium. Directly in front of his line of sight, he noticed the marble he tossed ahead of himself, reaching out his right hand toward it. As the marble entered the range of his slipstream ability, it was pulled in toward him, making erratic circles around his arm as it accelerated, before settling into its rightful place around his wrist. Well, good thing the door didn't just funking kill me. It's nice to know that heap of trash wasn't the actual school. He only needed to wait a few minutes as more and more students began to appear in the seats around him, many likely having walked through the door without even realizing what was going on. The dumbasses must be so confused.

Before long, the seats were filled, and some guy in a stupid looking coat was on the stage, presumably to address the student. Of course, Patton pretty much already knew the drill. He didn't need some lazy-ass tenure villain explaining to him how to find his class, or whatever they were on about. At one point, he was almost certain he heard a saxophone playing, but he really couldn't be sure. Quite honestly, he was mostly transfixed by his hybrid of developing his power and passing time, with a marble orbiting each fingertip on his right hand. It was a handy way to distract himself and isolate his thoughts, fidgeting with this little spinner marbles.

After the Bison guy finished talking and sent them off, Patton stood, making his was toward his first class. He chose Psychology for this period, mostly on account of the other option seeming dreadfully boring. In any case, he knew his first period was going to be a waste of his time. Making his way down the hallway, he continued his personal game of seeing how complex of slipstream patterns he could keep up. It wasn't too long of a walk before he reach his class, and he paid very little attention to the peons surrounding him. That is, until one of them decided to be a bit louder than the rest. Before he could step into the classroom, he saw his path blocked by the arm of a stranger. Looking toward her, he could see she had bright red hair (in a style astonishingly similar to his own) and lightning-yellow eyes. A glance at her hand showed that it was constantly sparking. "Well isn't that a cute party trick. Do you do children's shows?"

"Don't get in my way again" she seemed to completely ignore Patton's remark, sparking a small amount of anger in the back of his head. Immediately after she practically spat the words in his face, she forced herself in front of him. This changed the spark of anger into a thunderstorm. This little jabroni thought she was the toughest one in the room. She didn't even look to be as old as Patton was. She strode across the room, bravado practically arcing off of her onto the floor to the ground. No, my mistake, that's just more electricity.

"Hey, Spark Plug."

Pointing his arm toward the top of the desk she chose, Patton propelled the marble he had orbiting his wrist up the back of his elbow, before pivoting around his shoulder and accelerating down the length of his arm. The speeds it reach were nothing incredible, but well enough to make a point. Placing his left hand above his right allowed him to give the projectile a powerful backspin, so that when it collided with her desk it would dig into it, carving a neat line as it ricocheted off and embedded itself in the wall. Another marble slid up out of his pocket, running along his body to replace his projectile's spot around his wrist as he took the seat right beside her.

"Be careful who you threaten."

LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow · August 28, 2017

"First day first day gonna be a good day." Mary quietly sung to herself as she made her way towards the school. She had a nervous energy about her and she kept pausing every few dozen feet to take a deep breath to calm down.

She had mapped out her route several times in her mind before leaving so she was certain of the way there. She was also certain she'd arrive there on time.

But...a thought halted her. Should she arrive late? She was sure to be punished if she were...Imagine that, punished on the first day! A villain school had to have some impressive punishments right? Tied to a post and whipped? Thrown to a pack of specially trained animals to bite at her body just in the right places to not cause permanent harm but still send joyous pain through her senses? A sharp blade slowly making its way across he-no, no Mary, not now. She couldn't get too worked up. This was a place to learn. She had to learn the best ways to cause someone pain and get away with it. Experiencing it was just a bonus that she could stumble across. It would be more exciting if it were accidental right?

A car horn caused her to jump a little. Twirling around she realized that, in her musings, she had wandered into the middle of the road. The man at the wheel was waving his fist angrily and telling her to get off the "damn road you retard."

Mary smiled widely at the man and he paused in confusion. She could goad him so easily into doing something about it. And then she could practice. It would be good to have an idea of her base level to check for growth right? Just a few words and....

School, Mary, school. "I'll find you another day, friend, and we can play!" She shouted out at the man before hurrying along her path.

The school was, especially to someone born into money, unremarkable looking. Though the sight caused Mary great excitement. "Oh gosh how unique!" she said as she entered it..."Even more unique..." was her response to the odd tunnel she found within.

It had to be magic, right? Magic would be the best explanation for why she was suddenly in a seat. Inside a place that was quite unlike what she saw from the outside. The thought perked her up even more, a feat in of itself, as it meant that there were truly talented people here. She could certainly learn a lot in a place like this.

Mary watched as the robed figure began to lower onto the stage. It was....quite theatrical. Mary felt herself getting excited as she watched. This had to be leading up to something good, perhaps a passionate speech about villainy, or a show of power? Or...wait wait wait.

While Mary imagined the possibilities it seemed that the man had already finished what he meant to say.

Deflating a bit, Mary slumped in her seat and pouted. She was getting bored. And, as one does when bored, Mary began to fiddle around. She reached down and scratched her lower leg. Usually a safe action made a bit more dangerous by the fact that Mary had a habit of keeping her nails sharp. A single scratch turned into half a dozen as Mary began to leave trails of blood across her skin.

Her heart began to race more and her breathing got just a bit heavier as she dug a little deeper...

Oh. Who's this now? Someone much more impressive than the previous. One whom even Mary had heard of, despite not being too deep into the famous villain scene. She felt better already knowing such an imposing figure....and it was a fake.

Mary let out a groan of frustration as her expectations were dashed twice in a row. She couldn't even bother getting excited as another N.Ox stepped forward, fully expecting this to be another trick.

His words told a different story. There was no flash or flare in what he said. But a promise. A violent promise. The best kind of promise. Perhaps she would have to let herself be cause breaking a few rules after all...

The first class...Psychology. It was one that Mary took simply because she was curious how it felt to make someone fear her instead of just cause them pain. Would it make it better? Worse? She had no idea. And wasn't that the purpose of school? To learn not just knowledge of the world but also oneself?

"Oh my." She said as she came across a rather hectic scene. There seemed to have been some sort of accident involving a few of the students and there was a square off happening near the doorway. Well, that was to be expected in this sort of place, but it wouldn't do to have class interrupted from it. The argument continued into the classroom as one of the classmates showed off their....talent.

"So one is electric and the other...launching? Could be fun if used right..." Wait no wrong she didn't walk into the classroom for that. Mary took a breath and took a seat at the desk behind the one the boy had attacked. "Excuse me." She said demurely. "Please don't fight." As she said this she gave them both a pleading look. Yes. It wouldn't do her any good if they got in trouble. She wouldn't be able to enjoy their pain and it would just be dreadful knowing they were getting to feel that joy without her.

Durandamon · August 28, 2017

Eva Thanamors

Eva puffed her chest proudly at her masterpiece, holding it up in the air: she had spent most of the previous night tracing over the map to school provided to her upon registration, “Send over any relevant information about that school, and don't miss out on any detail.” Her master's words echoed in Eva's head. She slipped the drawing in a spiral-bound notebook labelled 'Top Secret! If lost, return to Eva Thanamors!' she carried in her hands, while the rest of her supplies were in a messenger bag strapped to her shoulder. Eva popped out of the alleyway she had been staying in the previous nights. Checking her wristwatch, she had enough time to stroll peacefully and take in the nature before the opening ceremony.

Or so Eva thought. Thirty minutes later, she was somehow even further way from school than she was when she begun. Checking her hand-drawn map again, and comparing it with the real deal, even she could pinpoint the problem with ease: she had forgotten to draw a turn at the main street that lead to the school, and ended up overshooting her stride by a mile, “I wonder if it's too late to take Art class...”

Another look at her watch suggested she had about fifteen more minutes to make it. With a surprisingly long stride for a 5'2 girl, Eva leaped more-so than ran her way back to school, kicking up dust and debris behind her. Not bothering to stop for traffic, she crossed busy streets as if she owned the place, surprisingly not getting ran over by any of the angry Lowhaven drivers.

“Nailed it!” Eva congratulated herself as she took in the sight of Center Lowhaven High after taking a right turn, still running. A number of students still dragging their feet to school surprised Eva, and she had to do her best to dodge them. Not having as much luck with them as she had with the cars, Eva bumped into a red-haired girl, almost falling to the ground herself, and possibly knocking the other down. Not that she turned around to check, instead just offering a thumbs-up as some sort of apology, “That girl's gonna smell like Eva for the rest of the day~” Eva was too excited to stop. All around her, death had taken over. Withered plants, naked trees and a school that looked almost as old as Master's abodes.

After sprinting up to the door, Eva was surprised to see that, instead of a hallway, a swirling black-and-white vortex beckoned her. After a quick doodle in her top-secret notebook, with the word 'Door?' scribbled under it, the zombie waltzed in, appearing somewhere entirely new in an instant. Some sort of auditorium, where she had been already sat down for her, near the front. Eva was noticeably ecstatic, her legs dangling back and forth inches from the ground, as the room finished filling up. She hadn't been to school in quite some time and, while this was a bit different than her last one, she'd make the most of it, while pleasing Master at the same time.

These thoughts left her head when a massive robed individual descended from the ceiling. He didn't give Eva enough time to doodle him properly, as he only introduced himself as Headmaster and left, leaving the spotlight to another individual, far more cruel-looking and threatening, who introduced himself as N. Ox. Eva licked her lips inadvertedly, imagining just how sadistic an individual he was. The saxophone was unexpected. Wait...that wasn't him? The figure transformed into a far smaller man with a pompadour, “If this Nox guy is the Vice Principal, and he got tricked by this Robbie guy...that must mean he is number 1!” Feeling smart, Eva jotted down her theory next to Robbie's doodle.

After the real N. Ox's warnings, the introductions ended and everybody started leaving for their first class, “Pee...sychology. I won't get lost this time...probably.” The class sounded hard, but Master had written Eva's schedule for her, so she trusted this was a good choice.

By sheer luck, Eva managed to reach the classroom in a jiffy, just in time to witness a rather agressive exchange between two students: one had produced a bunch of sparks and the other had slammed a small object into a wall, leaving an imprint on the former's desk. Assuming it was the way things worked around here, boasting about your powers to impress peers, Eva proceeded to tug on her own left arm, planning to rip it off and smash it over somebody's head.

Thankfully for everybody else involved, another student stopped the scuffle before she could act, Eva's arm already halfway loose. Sighing, she walked into the room anyways, an ear-to-ear grin plastered on her pale face, “Heya! First year Pee-sychology is here right? I'm Eva!” She directed herself to everyone, her eyes darting back and forth to every present student. After all, the more friends the merrier, right?

👀 REP 👀 · August 28, 2017

"So this is the place, huh?" Randall proudly in front of a rather old looking building as the crowd seemed to circle around him into various directions, going wherever. Parts of the crowd was headed towards the supposed school that stood before him. He shook his head, letting out a short sigh. "I was expecting a school, not a funking haunted house!" Still, he couldn't help but crack a wide grin. He had been waiting for this day for what he felt like was his whole life, although that wasn't completely true. In fact, it had only been two months since he had learned about this place. It was a miracle that he was able to find this place so easily, considering how chaotic Lowhaven was. "Whatever, lets funking get on with this sheet!" He marched forward into his destiny proudly.

Inside the school was something else entirely; a rather deep looking hall greeted him. It was confusing to say the least, but the oddness of the tunnel would not deter him. Not wanting to waste any time, he immediately walked into the hall, the spirals around him seemed to move as he made his way past them. Suddenly, he found himself in what seemed like an auditorium. The auditorium contrasted heavily with the beaten exterior of the school, as if it was a completely different building. "Now this is more like it." He remarked, taking a look around him, before taking one of the seats. As he leaned back on his chair, more and more people started showing up, filling the auditorium.

Once the last seat was taken, a man in a white cloak slowly descended onto the front stage, before introducing himself. Randall let out a loud, annoyed sighed as he sank in his seat. The cloaked man was replaced with a rather intimidating looking man, towering above the crowd. The man, who introduced himself as N. Ox, seemed to radiate power as he began his speech. Randall payed close attention to what the man had to say, although his speech seemed a lot less intimidating than the man himself. However, it turned out that the "N. Ox" that had spoken was someone else; a master of disguise. Disappointed, Randall took the paper that appeared on his lap, before making his way to his first class. "funking clowns..." He bitterly remarked.

When he got to his classroom, he was greeted by a rather particular scene. On one side, you had a group of students introducing themselves. One of them was crackling with electricity, her desk embedded with a rather deep line through it. On the other side there was a girl with pink hair on top of another girl. "I can't believe I have to take classes with these amateurs!" Randall thought to himself, walking towards the group.

“Heya! First year Pee-sychology is here right? I'm Eva!” He walked in as a pale looking girl introduced herself. He couldn't help but grit his teeth, clearly annoyed with her.

"Psychology." He blurted out with irritation in his voice, walking past the girl. "It's pronounced Psychology. Not Pee-sychology." As he walked to the seat behind the white haired boy, the chair at the desk seemed to violently slide backwards, as if someone had pushed it back forcefully, slamming into the desk behind it. Randall gave an annoyed sigh, before staring at the chair. As he did, it seemed to move forward again suddenly, although not as fast or as far as last time. He tossed his bag below the desk before sitting down on the newly relocated chair, having enough distance from the desk to place his feet on. "I hope the rest of you aren't this dense." He remarked dryly, looking up at the ceiling. First day of class and he was already disappointed with it all; was anyone taking this seriously?

Super Chaos Sonic · August 28, 2017

-BGM-

"Now know this! While we are a school of villains, we are not a school of anarchy! You will follow the very few rules we lay out in each class, or I will deal with you personally. That is all. Dismissed!"

This was quite the interesting opening to the school year, least in his mind it was. Needless to say, this was the first time that Victor McCoy had ever seen a literal attempt of a musical number to be used in the beginning of a school year. It wasn't exactly heard of in many schools...then again...

This isn't an everyday run of the mill school... Victor thought, before standing up from his seat. With a quick look at his paper with what looked like a schedule and took out his glasses, tossing them on his face. It was indeed his class schedule: 1st Period - History with... ....This has to be a typo...

Looking more and more at the paper, Victor couldn't get over the name he read: Hitler. Hitler...as in Adolf? But he had been dead for a LONG time. How in the world?

Wait...a school of villains...I need to not forget that they go for the best of the best here. he thought as he removed his glasses. Sighing, he heading in the direction of his History class. However, he just wanted the classes to go by as quickly as possible. His second period class was the one he was the most excited for. Mechanics...taught by Dr. Cagey. Now that was someone he had to meet as soon as possible. A pure evil genius, to an extent. The machines he saw throughout the school here was designed by this man and it was an honor to even have him teach here.

"Am I sensing first day jitters?"

Victor immediately heard the voice from his one headphone in his ear, sighing before shaking his head. "You would be wrong, Serenity." he spoke back to the voice of his phone's A.I. "Quite the contrary. I'm excited to finally meet my idol. Plus...at the same time, I want to figure out how intricate his machines are and if they're able to be manipulated by me."

"Understood. Reminder for you as well, Victor: You are connected to the WiFi. I have taken the liberty to automatically have your phone and laptop remember the access password to the school's WiFi."

"Excellent." Victor said, finally finding the History class and entering it, only to find that there was no one really in the classroom. "Empty? ...I suppose the majority of students chose Psychology. Well, they may repeat history, as they aren't here to learn." With that, Victor took his seat and removed his headphone from his ear, waiting for class to begin.

Blake · August 29, 2017

Before the sun even rose, Devin yawned in front of the door of the school. It wasn't that Devin was uninterested, but that they had woken up early trying to decide on a suitable form for their first day of school. Possibly some excitement, as well, considering that Lowhaven was still quiet. The young shapeshifter should have been more on their guard than they were, but all was well that ended well.

With a big stretch, Devin's hair turned a light sky blue, tying itself into a pair of short pigtails on the back of their head, reaching to the nape of their neck. Their eyes widened slightly, allowing azure irises to stand out against their porcelain skin. With a dramatic clap, a small bust formed on the shapeshifter, possibly a B cup, as she let out a small contented sigh.

"Alright, girl it is..." She mumbled to herself, letting small adjustments happen all over her body, from height to shoe size. As the sun threatened to rise, her form was complete. Standing at 5'1", the young girl was the picture of a well behaved schoolgirl, complete with a demure smile to cover up uneasiness over the first day of school. However, her clothing was still a t-shirt and some baggy sweatpants...

With a flick of her wrist, the plain t-shirt became a navy blazer, which she promptly adjusted to make sure it fit just right. A shake of her hips led to the sweapants turning into a tan skirt, going down to just above her kneecaps. She did a twirl, flashing a smile and pose at no one in particular, simply to amuse herself. As her form was completed, dawn had snuck up on her, and she threw the doors to the school open with haste. The swirling white and black corridor didn't even earn a flinch from her as she stepped in with a hum.

A moment later, she was plopped into a seat near the front of the auditorium, looking around. Being first to arrive did have perks, after all. Like people watching! She liked watching people to think of new forms and changes to make to herself. She had the ability to become anything she wanted, so why not indulge it? She leaned back and stretched, smiling slightly as people steadily began to show up. Tall, short, monstrous, human... All sorts of things. It did earn a slight frown from her when she realized that, for a villain school, these people were incredibly... normal. Even the monstrous people were fairly run of the mill. With a pout, she resigned herself to waiting for the ceremony to begin.

A couple hours passed, and the spacious room was filled. No one especially interesting had shown up yet, barring what she felt was a blatant trap, a grey-haired guy who looked like he shot up daily, an angry red-haired girl, a girl trying her best to not give into her bloodlust and literal lust... and others. They weren't the most interesting, but they made their prescence known, intentional or not.

"You'd really think these people would know how to hide their prescence better," she mused, her lips ironically forming a literal 3 on her face. However, she was pulled out of her thoughts before long by the ceremony beginning.

The headmaster didn't really impress her. His theatrics were just bland to Devin, nothing that you couldn't see anywhere else. Before she could write the show off, she saw N. Ox heading up to the podium, earning a small but genuine laugh from her as his silly speech began. She smirked the slightest bit as the saxophone noises filled the air, but she lost it when she heard the real N. Ox talking. When she turned her eyes back to the impostor, she saw him spin around, turning into a lanky man in a skin-tight purple bodysuit. He ran off stage after a short statement, but Devin's irises had already been replaced with literal golden stars.

"Wow... I hope he teaches one of my classes! He could teach me how to transform even better!"

The real Ox left her a bit less excited, here irises turning back to a bright azure. She took the paper and left ahead of the crowd, wanting to avoid anyone who saw her eyes transform. It was too soon to let people in on the truth of her abilities... At least, letting them know before PE. She had barely entered the hall when a small chain of falling over happened. When she looked up, her face was in the lap of the blatant trap, who was giving her a lewd look in return. She resisted the urge to contort her face, instead picking herself up.

"Sorry about that, I'll-"

“Now whaddya do ‘at for? Not lookin’ where ya’ goin? If you wanted to cop a feel tha’ bad, ally’a’ ‘adda do was jus’ ask. Course, gotta pay up though~♪”

The urge to change her expression grew stronger, but she bit her tongue hard enough to maintain composure. She worse a smile on her face, closing her eyes as the boy before her continued to talk. She picked up his class paper, handing it back to him, noting that he was in the same first period as her. In return, she received some sort of... business card?

“The name’s Rain! Rain Mirren. I’ll lett’ya sli’ free for that ‘un, but you’ll gotta’ pay’p nex’ time if you wanna get’tuh know me b’er~♪”

As the boy turned to run off, a more wicked grin overtook Devin's face. He hadn't realized that she had attached herself to him by a claw she had grown, and as he ran off, she begin to shrink, becoming a hundredth of her size as she held fast to him. Her face contorted once she was convinced he couldn't see, letting her emotions out in the purest way possible, if only for a split second. Her ride arrived at the classroom soon after, with no real fanfare other than a spat at the door between the druggy and some red-haired chick. Devin didn't so much care about those two, so she waited until Rain took a seat... before bursting back to full size in an instant, letting out a shriek fit to rival a banshee.

"Name's Devin. Devin Kismet. I'll let you slide free for that one, but you've got to not treat me like that next time, if you know what's good for you."

She snickered at whatever response she got, before taking a seat in the perfect middle of the room, wanting to blend in before the teacher came back.

VCR_CAT · August 29, 2017

Arleigh

BGM:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qStPr5Xxd8

For her first day, Arleigh decided to go all-out with her impressions and dressed to the nines. Of course, what she deemed to be "the nines" just ended up being her usual duster cloak and a large gas mask covering half her face, simply because she felt it looked cool, but this simply her own standards. Her walk had been very uneventful, and as she approached the school's building and walked through the threshold and its portal, her only reaction was a subtle widening of the eyes and a quiet "Oh."

She had found herself in the auditorium; a wide space filled to the brim with students. The school's Vice Principle, N.Ox, had stepped up to give a speech, and as he had taken out a small saxaphone and began to play on it, Arleigh's eyes had widened more as she watched with a rapt interest. Of course, the speech was cut short as the N.Ox on stage turned out to be another member of the faculty in disguise, playing a prank on the vice principle, and was immediately ushered off stage.

"But I wanted to hear the song..." Arleigh muttered to herself with heavy disappointment. With that, though, the morning assembly was complete and the students were ushered off to class. Arleigh briefly glanced over her schedule, enough to recognize "history" as her first class, and promptly headed off in that direction.

The class, unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, was very empty, save for two students. One of the students, a boy who spent his time talking to his phone, entered the class and looked around before arbitrarily choosing his seat. "Empty? ...I suppose the majority of students chose Psychology. Well, they may repeat history, as they aren't here to learn."

"Right you are," Arleigh's voice erupted from behind Victory, prompting the boy to jump in surprise. "I don't know why somebody would want to take a Pea-Sychology class anyways. Seems like a waste of time. My name's Arleigh, by the way."

宇佐見蓮子@C94 · August 29, 2017

Outer Lowhaven, district Z-32, XX/0X/201X 7:48 AM

The morning sun dawned over the thirty-second district of Lowhaven, an area unknown to inhabitants living in the cozy comfort of the city center, but well known in the underworld to be a sprawling center of scum and villainy. And, unemployed, uneducated peasants living off food scraps. Not too far from the district's center lay an inconspicuous, three-story building, covered in unpainted bare concrete, worn-down, cracked windows, a thin coat of dust protecting the unpainted walls from the elements. Yet, this building still stands out compared to the rest of the un-maintained, concrete cubes surrounding the area - Its doors were the only one open. Down at the first floor, the opened doors accompany a large, wooden sign that read 'Z District Orphanage' written in silver sharpie. Hardly a sign that grabs the attention, to say the least.

For a building to have its doors open in the slums of Lowhaven means one of two things, it's either abandoned, or whoever's inside it has a reputation fearsome enough it alone can drive off potential invaders. When it comes to this orphanage, it's definitely the latter. This morning, too, Ririna Usami will try her best.

"Boooosss, is the food ready yeeet?!"

"Food, food!!"

"We're starving!"

"Rina-nee-sama~!"

Children's screams and shouting echo throughout the building's first floor, a group of ten or so young kids huddled closely in a small 3x4 kitchen space, circling around a much taller kid who's busy cooking rice in a large metal wok. The tall kid's face looked irritated, but not angry. She was being pulled and pushed around by some of the more aggressive boys of the pack, but she kept focused on her cooking. "Damn brats, keep it down will ya?! Can't ya see I'm cookin' here?! Food will get there once it's done, so keep quiet and sit the funk down already!" Snapped the taller kid. Hearing her shout, the rest of the orphans backed off slowly, retreating to the orphanage's dining room.

"Aha, Rina-nee's angry~!"

"It's nee-sama, dumbass! I heard that!"

But not before one last quip, of course.

15 minutes passed, and Rina finally finished the orphan's breakfast. 14 servings of fried rice and eggs, spread across a massive dinner table. As she poured each serving to the kids' plates, their smile and happy laughter beamed towards Rina. This is her life. Every morning, she would wake up early so as to cook breakfast for every one of the orphans. It's a tough job for sure, but seeing her younger brothers and sisters happy was more than enough motivation for her. The group of merry children continued to chow down on their breakfast until one of them remarked; "Boss, don't you have to do something today? Something about school or something..."

Rina paused her meal, taking a sharp glance to the cracked glass clock at the wall. "

"...!!"

Expressing a silent surprise, she immediately finished up the rest of her meal in a heartbeat, barely pausing to chew. Forget about a second serving, there's not even enough time to finish the scraps! Once the meal is done she put her plate on the table and quickly stood up, opening her left palm before all of a sudden grabbing a drab, brown backpack that was not there previously, as if it materialized instantaneously. "Thanks for the meal!", she shouted, before quickly putting on her favorite black and white jacket. Today was supposed to be the opening ceremony of her first-ever school, a so-called 'Villain School'. One that was supposed to have started near enough 4 minutes ago.

"Yukki, yer in charge while I'm gone! Make sure ya don't let Kane-kun and Mune-kun do stupid sheet! Nao-chan's gonna be cooking for ya guys, but don't botha' her too much. She ain't as strong as me, so I swear to sheet if ya make 'er cry y'all are gonna get it." She ranted on for a few more minutes before finally getting ready to leave through the front door. "Oh, an' one last thing. Don't open this door for no one, ya hear?" Having said all she needs to say, she then opened the main door of the orphanage building, before closing it shut.

The clock last read 8:08 before Rina left the orphanage building. Not that it matters, because the clock would still be 8:08 by the time she made the entire 10km journey from the orphanage to the school.

"Hope this doesn't tire me out too much." Rina stretched her arms before going back to a relaxed standing position once more, before suddenly disappearing out of plain sight.

Lowhaven, Villain School, XX/0X/201X 8:08 AM

"-we are a school of villains, we are not a school of anarchy! You will follow the very few rules we lay out in each class, or I will deal with you personally. That is all. Dismissed!"

Was the first words she heard upon reappearing in the School's Auditorium, standing on top of one of the chairs spread out for the welcoming party, an invisible, spiral-shaped mark that was previously upon it disappearing as she blinked back into existence. "Aw, darn. Guess I'm still late. Wait, crap, why am I standing?! God, I look like a super-duper dumbass!" The black-haired, jacket-wearing girl thought to herself as she slunk back to her seat before any more eyes would be cast in her direction. Though disappointed that she was late to the opening ceremony, that would mean she can go straight to her first class.

...Maybe. She's not familiar with how school works yet. Rina rummaged into her skirt's pocket and took out a slip of dirty, crumpled paper, covered all over with crayon markings. It would seem this piece of paper was supposed to be Rina's classes for the day, but it doesn't seem like anything written on it could be deciphered, what with all the drawings and scribbles covering it. "...Damn brats." She muttered under her breath. Noticing everyone else in the auditorium standing up and leaving the room, Rina put away the paper and did the same. She had no idea what she was doing of course, she just didn't want to stand out from the crowd.

----

Eventually, she found a large-ish group of people congregating around one of the classrooms marked 'Psychology'. Is this the class she was supposed to be in? Probably not. But she couldn't tell for sure. Remembering her classes wasn't exactly top of the priority list when just two days ago she had to knock a man into a coma so she could steal the rice needed for her and her group's survival. Still, at least it's only psychology. So it shouldn't be too bad. Plus, there's a lot of people around, so it's the perfect place to show off her skills and power.

Wait, no. That's not the purpose of school. What was it again, studying? Well, whatever.

Rina confidently opened the door of the classroom, her free hand kept in her pocket as she surveyed the people in it. A gray-haired guy is apparently fighting against a redhead, with a blondie trying to break it off. There's also a... stitched-up corpse? And a spiky-haired kid who's already making a lot of noise by slamming his chair against the desk behind him.

"I hope the rest of you aren't this dense." He remarked. Hearing this, Rina took her hand out of her pocket and walked over to the boy's desk and slammed his table. Her other hand on her hip as she leaned forward, their eyes locking with each other's.

"Don't go around smashing property on the first day, dumbass. Ya think yer hot sheet or somethin'?"

Astolfo · August 29, 2017

Rain Mirren

Rain giggled to himself. Despite the girl’s attempts to hide her disgust, traces of slight flickering were still visible. What a great start to a day. Arriving at the class a few minutes later, he peered at the on-going ruckus curiously. Three fireheaded idiots were already going at it, from the looks of it. Sighing, he went to take a seat.

At that very instant, the girl reappeared from god-knows-where behind him. Screaming at the top of her lungs, Rain almost passed out, clutching his heart, resisting his own urge to scream. Just as he was about to glare a screaming irritation, the girl shot back with an introduction of her own. Rain raised an eyebrow, breaking out into a playful grin.

“Ooh la la~♪ Sass, is it? I must say, I like people with a bit of kick to them. But look here, Missus Kismet, if you’re going to talk big, you better be prepared to follow up. Others in this world aren’t as generous as I~♪”

Rain chose to conveniently ignore how Devin had almost just scared the soul out of him moments earlier. Getting up, he took the seat right next to hers, dropping his large jacket on the back of the chair. Leaning in close to her ear, he intentionally followed up with some specific words for her ears alone.

“If you’re going to try and make me eat my words, show me what you can do. You had a pretty little power there. Size modification? Teleportation? Or something else…? Hold on, don’t spoil the surprise just yet!

I can make it worth your while. If you’re the real thing and you can make me eat my words after class over at the dorms tonight… I’ll give more of these to you, missy~♪”

Waving a hand over her desk, a small, ink-black disk just barely larger than his palm appeared in the air. It gave off an unnatural feeling, as if it was simply wrong in this world. Even looking at it would be disorienting, for it was not simply black, but the absence of all light itself, and was thus immeasurably dark. However, the sound of metallic clinking within moments of the formation of the disk would almost certainly interrupt Devin’s attention.

A stream of pure, solid 24K gold coins and crisp, $100 bills slid out of the disk itself onto Devin’s desk. Even the quickest purity test - such as biting - would reveal the authenticity of the coins. Leaving one on the desk, Rain closed the first portal and opened a second, this time on the surface of the desk. Just as quickly as they appeared, all but one of the coins and bills each would be swallowed up by the same pitch-black form. Zapping the second portal closed, he slid the one remaining coin and bill closer towards Devin before sitting back down in his own seat directly across from her.

“Rain Mirren, the Merchant, at your service, miss. A coin and a bill for my rude behavior earlier. I do hope you’ll keep me in mind~♪

Any service or good, up and running 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. I might jest with my words, but I take my business dead serious.

If you ever wanted to own something or get something done, I can do it for you. All you’d have to do is pay a matching price. And if you’re looking for my personal service... well, that has a price too~♪”

Turning back to observe the others, Rain nonchalantly whistled as if nothing had ever happened. Mentally, he clucked his tongue at the new kids that had entered. The girl that had just entered wasn’t any better either. Fireheads like them probably wouldn’t want to deal business with a frail-looking girly-boy like him anyways, nor would they probably have money. Perhaps his earlier venture would do better. Despite his seeming lack of awareness though, he was keeping an eye on her out of his peripheral, just in case she tried to sneak elsewhere. He still wasn’t sure how her earlier trick had worked, but he was determined, and his first new potential business partner wouldn’t be getting away that easily anytime soon.

👀 REP 👀 · August 29, 2017

Randall's face quickly morphed to one of rage as the girl slammed his desk. He turned to glare at whoever dared disrupt him, and was greeted with a young looking girl staring him right back in the eyes. "Don't go around smashing property on the first day, dumbass. Ya think yer hot sheet or somethin'?" As she spoke, blood vessels seemed to appear around his head, threatening to pop in anger.

"Oh?" He got up from his chair and walked up to her, slamming his forehead against hers. "And who the funk do you think you're called a dumbass, huh?" He barked at her, raising his right fist into the air. "Let's get something straight here. I'm Randall Motherfucking Dukes! If I want to cause a motherfuckin' ruckus," as he shouted this, the desk behind the demure girl next to him was suddenly forcefully pushed by an invisible force, slamming against the wall in between windows and leaving its chair counterpart behind. "I'll cause a motherfuckin' ruckus! Do I make myself clear? Or do I need to force it through your thick skull?" He slammed his fist down onto his desk, leaving a notable dent on it.

Super Chaos Sonic · August 29, 2017

"Right you are. I don't know why somebody would want to take a Pea-Sychology class anyways. Seems like a waste of time. My name's Arleigh, by the way."

-BGM-

Victory did indeed jump a little in surprise when this newcomer came up behind him and just began to speak. He exhaled slowly to try and keep his heart from going crazy, and once that had happened, he straightened himself up and cleared his throat.

"Firstly..." he said, holding up his left index finger. "It's pronounced 'PSY-chology'. Not P-sychology. There's a huge difference." That was something he really didn't enjoy: people pronouncing things wrong. Sure it was mainly him hating it while it was computerized, only due to people having the glorious usage of "AutoCorrect", but having people saying the words wrong just was bad diction.

"Secondly..." Victor continued, holding up his left middle finger alongside his index finger. "It's nice to meet you, Arleigh. I'm Victor McCoy." he said, lowering his hand before smiling. "If you need to, just call me Vic. Anyways, it seems like so far it may just be me and you being taught by Hitler..."

There was a long pause after Victor said this. Him saying that out loud like he did, was sort of...weird. "...that's the first time I've said it and it sounds weird even when I say it." he sighed, before sitting down at his desk. "Nevertheless, seems like most of our peers prefer Psychology rather than learning from history."

Either that...or they saw the name "Hitler" and backed out first chance they got. he thought, shrugging slightly.

宇佐見蓮子@C94 · August 29, 2017

The boy before her seemed to burst out in rage, the veins on his forehead popping out in an all-too-comical fashion, a reaction Rina fully expected. She's seen these types before, ones who think they're big sheet but has never been in an actual fight before, a type Rina enjoys putting in their place. What she didn't expect, however, is his next move. Without any warning nor indication, the spiky-haired brat suddenly smashed his forehead against her own, a move which immediately sent Rina reeling backwards, clutching her own forehead in pain as she does so, a visible bruise appearing on it. As she composed herself and staggered back to her feet, she saw the absurd display before her.

The chairs and desks around the boy standing in front of her seemingly moved on their own, as if being pushed by an invincible force. "The hell's up with that? Telekinesis? No, different. More like he has invisible arms pushing things around him... Still doesn't seem terribly strong though." She thought to herself, slipping a hand into her pocket while maintaining a fake display of dizziness and pain.

"I'll cause a motherfuckin' ruckus! Do I make myself clear? Or do I need to force it through your thick skull?"

Shouted the brat. By this point, Rina's heard enough. She needs to show this one just who exactly is the boss, the one superior to all others. Sensing the boy's lowered defenses after slamming his fist onto the desk, Rina took her hand out of her pocket, and, in one smooth flicking motion, threw a rock directly at the one known as 'Randall Dukes'.

From their distance, a separation of three meters, a rock weighing approximately 48 grams thrown full-force by her, travelling faster than the naked eye can react to, a 'distance' covered in a 'time' of less than one second. A 'time' long enough for Rina to disappear from her previous position, immediately covering the three meters in the blink of an eye. Before the rock even grazed Randall's skin, her knee was already ramming Randall's head full-force, in a blur of motion incomprehensible to those not paying attention. As her opponent recuperated the blow, she landed with her right feet planted on the desk the spiky-haired boy punched, her left arm resting atop her thighs while her right arm defaulted back to gripping her hip.

"I dun' give a CRAP about what yer dumbass name is, dumbass! If ya wan' a fight, ya got one right 'ere!" Rina paused for a bit, leaning further forward so she can take a closer look at the overconfident brat she just knee'd, before pointing her thumb at her chest. "Bring it on, dumbass. I'll show ya who's boss." A confident smirk escapes her face as her blood finally started pumping, a rush of adrenaline early in the morning, just like how it was when she had to outrun a militia of gun-toting lunatics to get clothes and rations.

All that said, though, she's not doing a very good job being threatening nor intimidating with her panties being in full view in front of Randall.

VCR_CAT · August 30, 2017

Arleigh

BGM:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qStPr5Xxd8

"Firstly..." Victor said, holding up his left index finger. "It's pronounced 'PSY-chology'. Not P-sychology. There's a huge difference."

"Aaahhh," Arleigh said with absolutely no expression. "You must be very smart."

"Secondly..." Victor continued, holding up his left middle finger alongside his index finger. "It's nice to meet you, Arleigh. I'm Victor McCoy." he said, lowering his hand before smiling. "If you need to, just call me Vic. Anyways, it seems like so far it may just be me and you being taught by Hitler..." There was a long pause after Victor said this. Him saying that out loud like he did, was sort of...weird. "...that's the first time I've said it and it sounds weird even when I say it." he sighed, before sitting down at his desk. "Nevertheless, seems like most of our peers prefer Psychology rather than learning from history."

"Ah, pleased to meet you," Arleigh said, extending her hand to shake Victor's, who would find himself grasping the cold metal of a MAC-10 machine pistol. Not giving Victor a chance to address the fact that Arleigh's hand was a gun and that he was shaking it, Arleigh continued. "Ah, did you say Mein Führer was teaching this class? I would very much like to meet him." As Arleigh said this, there was an amber glint in her eye; enough for one to notice, but brief enough for one to miss if they weren't paying attention.

King K. Azo · August 30, 2017

Inu was in disbelief as the assembly ended. "Damn, if that's a collection of the most competent villains, then no wonder why the heroes are winning," He muttered as he headed to his first class. Psychology... something he would need in order to pursue his career of choice. It might also help him out in other ways, so it was a win-win, right? That's how he reasoned it. He was one of the first people in the class, sitting in the back towards the wall, away from the others were. So far, so good. More students filed in... but then it seemed a fight was destined to break out.

"Don't get in my way again," a spunky red headed girl said, sparks flying around her hands. The white haired boy he was speaking to looked over her once, probably staring at her body, the perv, before replying with,

"Hey, Spark Plug." He then displayed a bit of his power, and added, "Be careful who you threaten." Looks like he was wrong. the white haired one was just doing a dick measuring contest... with a girl. Heh. If Inu was back home, he would be obligated to break it up... but he wasn't, so he was going to sit in the back, just hoping he could keep his temper under control by humming to himself.

"Excuse me." She said demurely. "Please don't fight." some tiny little girl said. Good, now Inu didn't have to do anything. However, some clapping from the other side startled the hellhound, causing him to look at the other side. A tall man with long blue hair stood up from his desk, clapping his hands He wore what seemed to be a uniform resembling that of a police officer, with a band on his shoulder, a symbol on the center of it.

"Bravo, bravo," He said. "Even a member of the Disciplinary Committee such as myself could not have done a better job of asking them to stop," Noticeably. there was no sarcasm in the man's voice. Inu just blinked. Was just asking such a hard thing around this place? However, another fight caught Inu's attention before he could get a headache thinking about the idiot across from him.

"Don't go around smashing property on the first day, dumbass. Ya think yer hot sheet or somethin'?" a tanned girl was saying to a boy that just gave off the aura of being spoiled.

"Oh?" He got up from his chair and walked up to her, slamming his forehead against hers. "And who the funk do you think you're called a dumbass, huh?" He barked at her, raising his right fist into the air. "Let's get something straight here. I'm Randall Motherfucking Dukes! If I want to cause a motherfuckin' ruckus, I'll cause a motherfuckin' ruckus! Do I make myself clear? Or do I need to force it through your thick skull?"

And then suddenly there was a loud scream, one that forced Inu to cover his ears and wince in pain.

"OH MY funking SATAN WOULD THE LOT OF YOU ALL SHUT UP?!" Inu roared from his seat, his eyes glowing red as flames began to dance on his shoulders. "IF YOU ALL WANT TO FLIRT, GO DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE! SOME OF US ARE HERE TO LEARN! AND WHOEVER WAS SCREAMING, IT'S WAAAAY TOO funking EARLY FOR THIS sheet," The blue haired boy from across the room looked over to Inu.

"Now, hold there---,"

"You shut the funk up to," Inu snapped quickly. The man's eyes narrowed as the air in the class suddenly dropped a good twenty degrees, and he stood up, mist coming out of his hands.

"You dare tell a second year and a member of the Disciplinary Committee to shut up?" He stated, his voice as cold as the room.

"I don't care if you're the leader of the funking Valkyrie Brigade, you're annoying!" Inu snapped, his fire now engulfing his arms.

"No worries. I have a plan for this," The man said, starting to grow in size. However, before the transformation could finish, and any more fighting could break out though, Ali appeared between the two of them.

"No fighting," she said in a cute voice. To anyone looking, it seemed like she was almost glowing, and the sounds of birds were chirping, but... no one could tell where any of these were coming from.

"Oooooh... whatever you say~. I, Jin, have a plan for that to!" He said, sitting down at his desk, his voice sounding star struck.

"What the funk? Are you following me around, jabroni?" Inu asked. Ali looked over.

"Nope. We just happen to have the same class," Ali stated, smiling, and that strange light intensifying.

"The hell is with you?" Inu muttered.

"Allow me to en-lighten you," A boy in a top hat said, suddenly appearing on top of Inu's desk. Inu let out a yelp of surprise, but before he could say anything else, the boy held out a blank card. "Now, you see," He said, spinning the card around. "This is Ali Nitsua, daughter of the one and only Jay Nitsua," He stated, the card now showing a picture of Ali with some stats underneath. "She has the power of controlling plant life. I'm not exactly sure where the lights and bird chirping comes from, though, my cards don't even know that," The boy tipped his hat. "My name's Vichear Hoshi, Info Gatherer extraordinaire. Let me know if you want to know anything about anyone else. My services are cheap, I assure you," He then went to his desk, slipping to the desk in front of Inu.

"... Oh God, what kind of school have I enrolled in?" Inu muttered.

"Firstly... It's pronounced 'PSY-chology'. Not P-sychology. There's a huge difference. Secondly..." Victor continued, holding up his left middle finger alongside his index finger. "It's nice to meet you, Arleigh. I'm Victor McCoy." he said, lowering his hand before smiling. "If you need to, just call me Vic. Anyways, it seems like so far it may just be me and you being taught by Hitler..." There was a long pause as he sat there. "...that's the first time I've said it and it sounds weird even when I say it." he sighed, before sitting down at his desk. "Nevertheless, seems like most of our peers prefer Psychology rather than learning from history."

"Ah, pleased to meet you," Arleigh said, extending her hand to shake Victor's. "Ah, did you say Mein Führer was teaching this class? I would very much like to meet him."

"Wow, just ignore me, why don't you?" A voice called from the back. A girl with light brown hair stared at the two. "First years, huh? Well, it's nice to meet ya all, i guess. I'm Katie, a second year student. Don't worry, everyone will eventually have to take this class. Just probably next year. Like me," She shook her head. "Anyways, I wish you all luck. This class is harder for those without blond hair and blue eyes,"

Suddenly, a grapple hook flew in from an opened window, and an orange haired boy zipped in, landing feet first against the wall. He had on two gauntlets that seemed to hold the grappling devices in question. He quickly looked the room before letting go of the wall, landing in a seat next to Victor.

"Whoo! I'm here before the teach, that means I ain't late!" He cheered, stretching a bit. He looked at Victor and Arleigh, his head tilting a bit. "Dude, is your arm a gun?!" he suddenly was out of his seat and next to Arleigh, holding her arm in his hands. "That is so sweet!" he said shaking with excitement "Is this tech or is this just your powers?" He looked up. "Please, please tell me it's tech. I need a tech buddy,"

~Faytl~ · August 30, 2017

"Hey, Spark Plug.”

Kess’ eyes snapped onto Patton as he stepped forward, placing his hand out towards her. She only got a brief glimpse of the object that struck her desk (was that a MARBLE?), but the imprint it left in the surface was enough; He was challenging her in kind.

“Be careful who you threaten.”

Before the sentence had even finished leaving his lips, his collar was in Kess’ hand. Her desk now lay on its side, the edge where she had smacked it aside charred, her chair tilted onto its back. She had reacted instantly, and she glared up into him with glowing eyes and a derisive sneer.

“You think you can give me advice, huh, Marble Boy?” she asked tauntingly, daring him to respond. “Think it’s any of your- Shut the hell up,” she interrupted herself, turning and glaring over her shoulder at Mary, eyes narrowed. “You can be here for this stupid school all you like, but I have some teaching of my own to do.” She turned back to Patton, spitting her words into his face.

“You marble-shooting funk, how’d you like your head to join your little peashooter toy over- I said shut the hell UP,” she snapped at Eva, who had just entered, her snap of irritation harmonizing with Randall’s own. Kess’ voice showed very evident signs of anger at this point. This wasn’t going like she had planned. She had been banking on holding court for long enough to speak her piece on sheer intimidation alone. She could feel sparks cascading off her body, snapping and crackling at the air unbidden. She didn’t care. She let it happen, doing nothing to reign in the tide of power that was sloughing off her. Patton’s hair had long since started to stand on end from the residual force running through her arm.

“Now, if everyone would- For God’s SAKE,” she snapped, releasing her grip on Patton and whipping around, a fork of lightning lancing from her hand towards the source of the loud, shrieking scream that had sounded out behind her. In her frustration the attack missed Devin, arcing over her shoulder and blasting a black mark into the wall. She chose to hope that everyone would assume she had made a near miss on purpose.

“The hell is WRONG with you idiots?” she asked the class contemptuously, giving them all a disgusted look as she turned to gaze at everyone. “We’re here to become villains, I thought the long, dramatic monologue was like, the IN thing. Can ya’ all SHUT UP and let me- Oh. My. GOD.”

She rounded on Ririna and Randall, balling up her hands into fists and shrieking at him: “Goddamn it, you idiot! Let me… You know what?” She turned back to Patton, seething at this point. She was going to be tired later from all the excess power that was practically shooting out of her ears like steam at this rate, but she didn’t give a damn. She stood on her toes, glaring up into his eyes. “Shut up. Just shut the hell up, that’s all I wanted to funking say. That goes for all you idiots, too!” she snapped, and suddenly there was clapping, who the hell was-

“Oh great, another freak show,” she groused, rounding on the blue-haired fellow. “THANK YOU,” she yelled, stalking over and slamming a closed fist on Inu’s desk in agreement with the hellhound. The two made quite a sight, awash in flames and electricity. “You are all morons!”

She didn’t even bother greeting the other arrivals. She stalked back to her desk, righting it and only sparing enough time to mutter “Nerd,” under her breath as she passed Vichear, and to give one final, furious glare at Patton. That idiot. He had ruined everything. Now what was she gonna have to do?

Super Chaos Sonic · August 30, 2017

"Ah, pleased to meet you!"

Victor's hand met her metal gun in a hand sha-...wait...a gun? Upon further inspection, he did in fact notice that Arleigh's hand was a gun. He couldn't immediately comment on how this was both a little dangerous, even for a villain school, and a little cool, as the young lady continued.

"Ah, did you say Mein Führer was teaching this class? I would very much like to meet him."

"I did..." he nodded slowly, obviously putting two and two together to notice she was quite the fan. "Somehow they got us Hitler for a teacher. Still, can I just say that the whole gun hand thing seems pretty impressive."

"Wow, just ignore me, why don't you?"

Victor spun around for a moment to see a young lady with light brown hair in the classroom with them. How long has she been there and how did I even miss her? he thought, just staring at the young lady.

"First years, huh? Well, it's nice to meet ya all, i guess. I'm Katie, a second year student. Don't worry, everyone will eventually have to take this class. Just probably next year. Like me. Anyways, I wish you all luck. This class is harder for those without blond hair and blue eyes,"

With a nod, Victor took everything in that Katie said. "Fantastic. However, seems I have nothing to worry about, with my hair and eyes not meeting those rough requirements." he gave out a small chuckle, before smiling. "Still, nice to meet you Katie. And apologies for not noticing you sooner. I suppose I was preoccupied with th-"

"Whoo! I'm here before the teach, that means I ain't late! Dude, is your arm a gun?! That is so sweet!"

The young man stopped to see an orange haired male literally grapple himself into the classroom and immediately go towards both him and Arleigh, taking notice of her arm. That's when the orange haired kid looked in Victor's direction and started shaking with excitement, which caused Victor to blink a bit.

"Is this tech or is this just your powers? Please, please tell me it's tech. I need a tech buddy!"

With a small sigh, he looked at the guy and cleared his throat. "Sadly my powers aren't able to turn body parts into guns or anything like that. ...as cool as that would be." he said, before shaking his head. "I'm actually a technopath. Victor McCoy, or Vic." he said, extending a hand out towards the newcomer.

Yui · August 30, 2017

Camille had a bad taste in her mouth. She wasn't sure if it was the blood she drank that morning - it was a bit past the expiration date, after all - some careless buffoon knocking her over not long before she got into the school, or the first impression she'd gotten from the school staff. The school was unimpressive on the outside yet the interior was much more up to what she'd expect from Lowhaven's finest school for aspiring young villains. The Headmaster seemed like a pushover, yet N. Ox - while by all means a villain worth respecting - had been so easily duped by some man in purple tights. Was N. Ox not all she'd cracked him up to be? Or was this Robbie person just that good? It was tough to tell.

The vampire took a quick look at her schedule. Psychology would be her first class. She wasn't all that interested in history - she could learn plenty of that back home after all - and knowing how the mind worked would make it that much easier to bend it. Of course Camille would be interested in such a class! She took some time to get familiar with the rest of the school first. It wouldn't do to get lost on her first day, so Camille made sure to figure out just how to get to each of her classes from her other classes. The process took a bit, and ultimately left Camille cutting it pretty close on being late or not.

When she entered the room... it was chaos. Granted, she'd expected this to some degree - it was a villain school, after all - but not to this extent. If Camille were the teacher here, she'd make sure to establish order damn fast, before anyone started killing each other. Getting involved in this was definitely going to be a hassle though. Frankly, she didn't want to be bothered. The bad taste in her mouth subsided a bit the more she thought about how poor of a first impression the other students were making. It was definitely the blood from this morning.

Instead, she took her seat. She saw a handful of other students already seated, but one in particular stood out. One. She had red hair, the same as Camille did. What a coincidence. Perhaps this was a student here to take this whole Lowhaven High thing seriously, instead of just squabbling among her peers. That was the kind of person Camille wanted to sit next to. So she did. Camille opted for a desk next to this other redhead's, seating herself without paying much mind to all that was going on around her. Instead, she turned her attention to the student now next to her. She seemed irritated. With all this chaos so soon, Camille didn't really blame her.

"Just remember that one day none of these people will have a pulse," Camille suggested. Her attention briefly hopped from classmate to classmate. Was that a zombie? That was a zombie. Her head nodded in the zombie's direction. "Except for that one. She seems a bit past her expiration date."

Come to think of it, that corpse looks familiar.

(GigaDrillBreaker) · August 30, 2017

Patton assumed his threat would have made the girl back off. To his delight, she did not. He barely even reached the seat before she was out of hers, holding him by the collar. "You think you can give me advice, huh, Marble Boy?" He could feel every hair on his body slowly stand up, and he could only assume it was due to the electric charge she gave off. That's a fun little effect of her power, isn't it? He could taste a subtle hint of electricity in his mouth as the speed of the marble orbiting his wrist increased, quickly followed by five more glass spheres leaving his pockets and aligning themselves so there were three on each arm. She is only a student, yet she has the tenacity all those villains lack. This is going to be a good fight. As he pushed more and more energy into the marbles, the whirring sound of them moving through the air increased. “Think it’s any of your- Shut the hell up,” Patton's developing grin turned to a scowl as his adversary's speech was cut off by some blonde coward. Even as she attempted to continue, others repeatedly disrupted their confrontation, including some stitched up thing and a few kids beating each other up.

“You marble-shooting funk, how’d you like your head to join your little peashooter toy over-" she continued stammering through her bit, until she once interrupted once more by a godawful scream. As Kess loosed her grip on him, Patton quickly pointed his left arm toward the horrendous sound - seemingly some girl - firing all three marbles just over the shoulder of the annoyance. "Piss off already, can't you see we are having a funking conversation?!" Amusingly, the red-haired girl had a similar reaction, with the noisemaker having damages to the wall clearly visible over each of her shoulders. Yes. A very good fight. The raving dynamo quickly turned her aggression toward the whole class, blasting them with her anger (and perhaps a bit of residual electricity) “The hell is WRONG with you idiots? We’re here to become villains, I thought the long, dramatic monologue was like, the IN thing. Can ya’ all SHUT UP and let me- Oh. My. GOD.” Patton couldn't help but laugh as she turned toward the two lightweights that ended up play-wrestling, “Goddamn it, you idiot! Let me… You know what?”

As she turned back to Patton, she would see a wicked grin on his face, as he fed off the aggression building up in the room. He could hardly wait until they had a chance to properly fight. “Shut up. Just shut the hell up, that’s all I wanted to funking say. That goes for all you idiots, too!” The marbles orbiting Patton's arm suddenly changed courses, slowing dramatically before he caught them all his his hand, dropping the three back into his pocket. He turned back toward the front of the room, dropping back down into his seat. Everyone seemed to be introducing themselves at this point, but Patton hardly cared. He would beat them all in due time, of course, but they were all joke. He had already met the main event, and he couldn't wait to show her exactly how strong he really was. It wasn't long before she returned to her seat, and Patton stifled laughter at her having to turn it proper after she had knocked it over in the process of grabbing him.

As she settled back in, she shot an expression of anger at him. It seemed she wasn't having quite as much fun as he was. "You know, Little Miss Van de Graaff, looking at those two holes in the wall makes me more than a bit curious would would happen if one of my shots collided with one of your bolts," shrugging, Patton looked her in the eye before he continued, "assuming you aren't afraid you'd lose that fight." Before long, another red-haired girl entered, this one being... less impressive than the dynamo he encountered. Even so, she had a look about her that more than implied she felt above the rest of the class. She strolled past Patton, hardly giving him a second thought, before sitting on the opposite side of Kess.

"Just remember that one day none of these people will have a pulse, Except for that one. She seems a bit past her expiration date." With just a single line, Patton's anger rose back up, clenching his teeth as marble zipped up from his pocket to his arm. He might just have to shoot this one before class was over.

👀 REP 👀 · August 30, 2017

"A rock? Is this a- funk!" Before he knew it, the girl seemed to suddenly appear where the rock was, slamming her knee onto his face. He stumbled backward, grabbing his now bleeding nose as he tumbled downwards. He turned to his assailant, who was standing on top of his desk proudly.

"I dun' give a CRAP about what yer dumbass name is, dumbass! If ya wan' a fight, ya got one right 'ere!" She paused to lean over, before continuing. "Bring it on, dumbass. I'll show ya who's boss." She tried her hardest to seem intimidating, but it was definitely not working. In fact, she almost looked cute trying to look tough. Randall paused for a moment, blushing slightly as he stared briefly at her poke-doted panties which were on full display for him. There was a brief surge of blood coming from his nose as he got up, still holding his face.

"White and blue, huh?" As he stood up, Ririna would feel a sudden rush of force slam into her gut, almost as if an invisible fist had struck her. He moved his nose around a bit, causing loud cracking noises to emit from it. Blood splattered the floor beneath him as the girl tumbled backwards from the strike. He cracked his knuckles as he started moving forward. "Not a bad color com-MOTHERfunker!" As he was about to attack the girl, a horrifying screech echoed across the room. He had made it a point to ignore everything going around him before that point, but the bloodcurdling screech was too much to ignore. As he looked around, he noted a lot of new faces and a lot of arguing.

"OH MY funking SATAN WOULD THE LOT OF YOU ALL SHUT UP?!" One of the newer faces shouted. He was almost a literal hothead at the moment, as literal fire was dancing around his head and on his shoulders. "IF YOU ALL WANT TO FLIRT, GO DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE! SOME OF US ARE HERE TO LEARN! AND WHOEVER WAS SCREAMING, IT'S WAAAAY TOO funking EARLY FOR THIS sheet," The electric girl showed her agreement by slamming her fist onto his desk, the electricity she produced almost dancing with the boy's flame. Almost as soon as he yelled at the rest of the class, he started arguing with what looked to be a goth teen idol reject.

Randall scoffed at the new clowns that had joined the group. "What a funking freak show this turned out to be..." He let out an annoyed sigh before making his way back onto his desk. "Hey, Polka Dots!" He shouted, glaring at the girl that had attacked him. "We'll settle this later, ya hear?" He was still furious, but he couldn't help but crack a wide smile, still slightly high on the adrenaline from earlier. It had been a while since he had the chance to fight anyone, let along a meta human. "This is going to be fun." He muttered to himself, cackling as he leaned back on his chair.

LordCowCowCowCowCowCowCowCow · August 30, 2017

Oh goodness they were all so...violent. Mary had to struggle not to let the smile that was threatening to tug at her mouth show through. But it was so hard. It was perfect. Most of them would be so fun to play with. So much destruction so easily...imagine what they could do to her body if she only le....

W-wait Mary this was important. She couldn't get into it right now. She had to stay calm and collected. Any moment now the teacher would arrive and if she let slip her desires she could get a punishment that would actually be...boring. Not to mention arguing was no fun. Words did nothing for her. Some of them seemed ready for action but it just wasn't enough.

It seemed the class was a combination of violent, cocky, and...and then there was the loud one, "oh I wonder how loud her screams would be if I...", and that. That disgusting thing. That zombie. What fun was a zombie? They didn't feel pain the same as a human. They fell apart and just came back together. It was disgustingly dull.

It looked like the pair had not listened to her words. That just made Mary more...curious. What would she have to do to get their attention? "I wonder, if I wrap a tendril around that girl's throat, would she notice me then? Her face. It's so pretty. It'd be prettier gasping for breath... If I broke that boy's fingers one by one would he perhaps retaliate? Drive one of those marbles deep inside of me while I crush his hands? We could be in such bliss together...."

Her thoughts were cut short by a surprising source.

"Bravo, bravo," He said. "Even a member of the Disciplinary Committee such as myself could not have done a better job of asking them to stop,"

Disciplinary...the word caused Mary to lick her lips. Now that was a pleasant thought. And she had made a good impression! Oh, this was getting better and better! If she could join them...then she could discipline everyone here...

"Oh thank you, thank you ever so much." Mary said with a nervous giggle. "I just want our first day to go smoothly. Is that too much to ask?"

She winced as the fire-y boy yelled. Well. He was...something. Fire was something Mary didn't get a chance to play with much. Oh goodness there was so much fun to choose from!

"I hope we can all get along, really truly I do, school is much better with friends isn't it? I want to have fun with you all. Each. And every. One of you." As she said the last there was an odd shine to Mary's eyes. Though the smile she had on her face was entirely pure joy.

VCR_CAT · August 30, 2017

Arleigh

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"Somehow they got us Hitler for a teacher. Still, can I just say that the whole gun hand thing seems pretty impressive." Victor began to say, but he was soon interrupted.

"Wow, just ignore me, why don't you?" A voice called from the back. A girl with light brown hair stared at the two. "First years, huh? Well, it's nice to meet ya all, i guess. I'm Katie, a second year student. Don't worry, everyone will eventually have to take this class. Just probably next year. Like me," She shook her head. "Anyways, I wish you all luck. This class is harder for those without blond hair and blue eyes."

"Pardon our ignorance, oh Upper-Class-Woman," Arleigh responded with a short bow.

Suddenly, a grapple hook flew in from an opened window, flying past Arleigh and causing her hair to whip around, and an orange haired boy zipped in, landing feet first against the wall.

"Whoo! I'm here before the teach, that means I ain't late!" He cheered, stretching a bit. He looked at Victor and Arleigh, his head tilting a bit. "Dude, is your arm a gun?!" he suddenly was out of his seat and next to Arleigh, holding her arm in his hands.

"Yes that is my hand that is a gun," Arleigh responded very matter-of-factly.

"That is so sweet!" he said shaking with excitement "Is this tech or is this just your powers?" He looked up. "Please, please tell me it's tech. I need a tech buddy,"

"No it is not tech," Arleigh's gun-hand was then engulfed in a small, black cloud of smoke, the reformed back into her normal hand. Of course, that is to say, except for her index finger that was then engulfed in another, smaller cloud of smoke and reformed into something in the shape of a pen. "It is, however, sweet." As Arleigh said this, there was a comically small and high-pitched bang from the barrel-tip of Arleigh's pen-gun finger, a tiny, red bolt of energy erupted from the tip and hitting the new kid square in the forehead with all the force of a flick of Arleigh's finger.

Arleigh turned and pointed at Victor with her thumb. "I think this guy is, though. He was talking to his phone before."

Victor sighed and cleared his throat. "Sadly my powers aren't able to turn body parts into guns or anything like that. As cool as that would be." he said, before shaking his head. "I'm actually a technopath. Victor McCoy, or Vic." he said, extending a hand out towards the newcomer.

"Right, technopath. One who talks at phones," Arleigh said, matter-of-factly again, not even realizing that people could be talking on a phone and not necessarily to a phone. "My name is Arleigh Schmidt. I am guns." Arleigh paused for a moment. "Do you ever get the feeling like it is maybe... more peaceful than perhaps it should be? Or perhaps that there is some, great conflict that you are not currently experiencing?"

Durandamon · August 30, 2017

"It's pronounced Psychology. Not Pee-sychology."

"I said shut the hell UP!”

Eva puffed out her cheeks in frustration, "Geez, it wouldn't hurt to be a bit friendly here, woul-" Eva was interrupted by a piercing scream right next to her, which caused her to jump back in shock, "I'd have ripped my own ears off by now if it weren't for the fact that I'll need them in class later." she mumbled, sighing as she realized nobody was gonna act friendly this class. Maybe next period?

Eva took a step back and watched the rest of the events unfold: while the zappy girl and marble boy's conflict started to die off, another one was still burning between the rude boy that had corrected her and some other girl. She really should be taking notes right now. When she proceeded to open her notebook to scribble, another group caught Eva's attention, sitting near the back. She probably should had seen them by now

A blue-haired boy and a white-haired one were gonna start the third fight in five minutes, yet were stopped by a cheerful young girl. She seemed so nice! Was she in the wrong class? Puffing out her chest, Eva decided to walk over and greet her.

Yet, as she made her way between the desk of two other fellow redheads, her foot got caught on the chair of the one that had arrived later, and she slammed her head into the cold, hard floor, "O-Owie..." propping herself up with a hand, Eva kneeled on the ground, feeling her face with the other, "I gotta tell Master to stop making zombies that can feel pain, or at least not in the face..." she mumbled to herself and, as she got back on her feet, she turned to the girl whose chair she had tripped on.

Apologetically, Eva offered a thumbs-up to the redhead, the same gesture she made when she knocked into her earlier (not that she had recognized the girl), "Sorry! Didn't see your chair there. I'm Eva!" she grinned. After all was said and done, Eva was fixated on making at least one acquaintance that didn't yell at her.

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