<Click. Whirrr.>
An image appears on the screen, out of focus. As the cameraman adjusts the picture, the following audio track is heard.
"Officer Jenkins, conducting Interview Number One with Prisoner Number 257. Officer Smith is operating the camera."
The image is finally in focus. A young girl is sitting at a wooden table. She is average, with dark brown hair and large brown eyes. Her expression is passive. It appears she is wearing a blue dress with puffy sleeves and a white smock or apron over it. She clutches a battered stuffed bunny.
"Prisoner Number 257, state your name for the record."
The girl barely opens her mouth to reply. Her voice is tinged with a slight upper-crust British accent.
"My name is Alice Carroll."
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Arachnos soliders gather in groups to receive their assignments. One group of three stands off to the side, being briefed by a Fortunata Seer.
"The child you seek is very fragile. She has been drugged and may react violently. It is imperative that she not be harmed. Physical abuse could lead to further damage of her psyche."
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The tape continues.
"How did you end up in Paragon City, Alice?"
The girl pauses, and looks over into the corner of the room. She appears to be listening to something.
"I don't know."
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The cell wasn't padded. The pills kept her from being violent. They also kept Cat from coming to visit. She missed Cat. She was sure he was on the other side of the wall. She had tried to get to him, but Nurse had given her more pills. At least she still
had Rabbit.
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"How old are you Alice?"
"I am fifteen, this May."
"Where is your family?"
"Gone."
"What happened to them?"
There is a pause. The girl's eyes again go to the corner.
"They died."
"Who do you keep looking at, Alice?"
"Cat."
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The explosions had rocked the prison, but she remained where she was. Safe in the little corner here, which exhibited evidence of her attempts to get to Cat. Long gouges in the wall were stained a rusty red. Her hands were bandaged.
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"How did your family die, Alice?"
"Cousin Ernie set the house afire."
"Why did Ernie set the house on fire?"
"He was mad at me."
"Why was he mad at you, Alice?"
"I killed his Father."
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Arachnos soldiers flood the prison. A perimeter is established to fight off the waves of Longbow and Heroes. Several search and rescue teams enter the prison. One group of three splits off and heads for the Woman's Solitary Wing.
"Keep an eye out! She may be loose already!"
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There is a moment of stunned silence, followed by the rustling of paper.
"Wh-why did you kill Ernie's father, Alice?"
"He hurt me."
The girl's eyes close for a moment and she clutches the stuffed bunny tighter.
"When did this happen, Alice?"
"Three summers ago. August 1864."
A glass clatters in the background.
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The Arachnos rescue team has arrived at a cell. With a nod from the Captain, one soldier begins to smash in the lock.
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"When did Ernie burn the house down, then?"
"Two winters ago. November 1865."
"How did you survive, Alice?"
The girl blinks.
"Cat saved me and Rabbit."
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There were people outside her cell. They were not Nurse. The door fell and there they stood. With red eyes and helmets. The Red Queen's men!
She tried franticly to claw through the wall.
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"What happened after the fire?"
"I went to the Asylum. The doctors and nurses tried to cure me. They tried to take Rabbit away."
"Were you released, Alice?"
The girl nods.
"For good behaviour the doctor said."
"How did you get to Paragon City, Alice?"
"I don't know."
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"Quick, use the tranq!"
Two Arachnos soliders are holding her by the arms, while the Captain pushes a hypodermic needle into her bicep.
"No! I won't go back! Cat! Cat! Where are you?"
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"Why did you hurt the man in the alley, Alice?"
"He tried to hurt me. He laughed at Rabbit."
"Did he touch you?"
"Yes. Cat said it was okay to defend myself."
"With a butcher knife?"
<Click. Whirrr.>
The image flashes out.
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The Arachnos search and rescue party carries their cargo swiftly out of the burning prison. Regrouping at a transport, they
hand the unconscious form to the Fortunata.
"You were supposed to rescue her, not knock her out!"
The Captain shrugs.
"We got the bunny."
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"She will make a good candidate for the school."
"Are you quite sure, Fortunata Delinda? She seems...fragile."
"She is. But quite focused. We have...repaired some of the damage from the prison drugs."
"What about the culture shock?"
"Other than an odd attachment to her original clothes, and that stuffed bunny, she's adapting quite well."
"You've filled her in on the events of the last hundred and thirty odd years?"
The Seer nodds silently.
Glances are exchanged around the table.
"We'll see her on the first day of class then."
((OOC: not brief, and I'll post her entrance to school after I finish playing CoV. hee hee))
Writing: Cape Fic
Featured Art: MechaTerp & CorporateRock, by Shia
Music: DJ Pyrria
From within the helicopter came two loud voices. Elan Vital was out first and walked towards her new school with a slightly taller boy walking beside her. They were yelling at each other. "You're just jealous I got Dad's Muvian Genes!" She yelled. She was definitely shorter than the norm, but not by much. She wore a black headband in her long red hair. Her shirt was tight and black and she wore faded jeans. She had a purple belt on, her favorite color, and had a large pouch hang on it. She also wore two different earrings; a simple silver stud in the right and in the left was a simple small silver chain holding a silver tear drop with something inscribed on it. She claimed it was an ancient symbol for protection.
"Bull! You started this out of the fact that I got Mom's brains!" Amos yelled back at her. He was also a bit short, for a boy, but not by much. His pitch black hair was gelled up in spikes, a striking contrast from skin so pale it seemed that he must moon tan. He wore a red high-collared jacket with golden detail on the sleeve, along with black jeans.
Elan narrowed her eyes, "Too bad you didn't inherit her common sense with it!"
"And it's too bad you didn't get any of Dad's talent, otherwise we wouldn't be in this dump!" Amos bellowed, shaking with rage.
She grinned, "So you admit that your machines are crap if they couldn't keep us out here!" Elan loved twisting Amos' words and had gotten pretty good at it.
Her sibling's pale face reddened as he stuttered, "My machines are just far more expensive than your useless parlor tricks! Robbing gas stations doesn't exactly cut it anymore!"
Elan rolled her eyes, "Oh sure, blame it on money. Do you remember when we tried to rob that bank?"
Amos recovered nicely, "Oh yes, the one you supposedly scryed and was so sure was clear of Heroes?"
"Hey! I did scry the whole block! I just didn't count on that dumpster diving alley cat Mynx being outside of my range." Elan defended.
"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night sis." Amos said with a grin.
Elan's fists balled, "Don't worry sis. I can handle the kitten, how tough can she be?" She said imitating Amos' voice.
"I almost had her; I just didn't expect my force field to run out so quickly!" Amos retorted angrily. "Anyway, I know I broke one or two of her ribs with my staff!"
"Oh please!" Elan smirked. "She practically cut your hand off and gutted you like a fish!"
"You didn't fare any better, sister!" Amos yelled, shaking his fist in front of her face. "You couldn't even get through the vault door!"
"Yeah! Well at least I made it that far!" She screamed back at him and glaring.
"Only because I was being gutted!" Amos raged. "My god, you're a [censored]! Maybe we'd be able to pull something off if you had an IQ higher than road kill!"
"My fault! If you weren't so blinded by your love for Nemesis maybe your God damn machines would actually work! You little momma's boy!" She seemed ready to explode.
"Shut up!" he screamed right back, his face going from pasty white to beet red. "Nemesis is the most brilliant man in the world, and I'm going to perfect his technology some day! And my machines do work, better than your magic!"
"Brilliant? He's a raving lunatic! The man doesn't even believe in computers!" She screamed back at her brother. "And if his record is anything to go by the longer you stick with his technology the longer we'll be beaten! Great ideal you got there!"
Amos had to try very hard to stop himself from throttling his sister. "Nemesis has come closer to taking over the world than anyone short of the Rikti! And he's been around since before the Civil War, and active most of the time! Nobody's caught him yet, just decoys! I'd like to see you stand up against him for more than a millisecond!"
"Never been caught and never actually won a fight! He's lost no end of times! What's his track record? 20 loses, and one time ruling America for a day? He wasn't even the ruler of the world! It's pitiful! And yet you'd follow him around like a slobbering dog if you could!" Elan knew exactly how to annoy here brother the most. This was no where near the first of their screaming matches.
"At least I don't believe anything a demon tells me!" The irony of this statement was lost on Amos, but it made Elan to angry to make a point out of it.
"Vele is not a demon! He's a conscientious objector!" Elan screamed back.
"Wow, that's a big word for you, sis!" Amos retorted. "Do you even know what that means, or are you just repeating something he called himself?"
Elan exploded, "I know damn well what it means! And Vele just wants to help me! He's a better mentor than your Prussian Prince! At least he talks to me!"
Amos grabbed Elan by the shoulders and began to shake her. "Demons-do-not-want-to-help-people, you idiot!"
She pushed his hands off of her very dramatically, "I'd be worried if he was a demon! And what makes you think Nemesis is all gunho about helping people huh?"
Amos laughed without mirth. "Since when did we want to help people, sis? Nemesis wants exactly what I want: power, and he has the means to get it! He's fought the Statesman, you know! I bet nobody else could say that got away from him! Not Tyrant, not Reichsman, damn, he can even punch down a Rikti battleship, but he can't take down Nemesis, and not for lack of trying! What the hell can your stupid little nature spirit do, grow trees?"
She growled, "Remembered when I used that magic taught to me by that "stupid little nature spirit" when I had tree root bury you up to your neck!"
He scoffed back at her. "I could have stopped you if I'd wanted to! Magic is nothing compared to technology, you just aren't smart enough to see that!"
"Sure you could have." She said with a grin, "Which is why you stayed out there until Dad came out looking for you and dug you out."
"Yeah, and then I strapped a bomb to the damn tree and blew it sky high!" Amos growled. "Anyway, I don't see that stupid thing's magic helping us now! All you seem to be able to do with it is annoy me!"
"And all of your "Modern" thinking and "Modern" technology did bupkiss in keeping us from going to the Zig!" She retorted, "And you know damn well my powers is what kept Mom and Dad from finding us! They'd have hauled us away to the Zig right away if Daddy could scry our position. And I might add, my magic allowed us to hide the entrance to our hideout. What would have happened without me to help hide you? You'd probably be in a Military academy before you managed to get any power at all. Might do you some good, getting some sun on you pasty!"
"Are you kidding me?! The sun is dangerous!" Amos gasped. "Anyway, if it wasn't for my trigger finger and force fields, we'd both have been killed by those idiotic gangsters while we were still looking for a place to hide!"
"Is it my fault Dad never wanted to teach me offensive spells? I had to learn it through that musty Grimore he kept about! And I'm better now! And remember how well your first steam gun after we ran away turned out? If Vele hadn't taught me how to summon a Tree of Life you'd have died from blood lose!" She stuck her tongue out.
"I still can't believe he never let you learn the things he knew, you were always such a freaking daddy's girl!" he smirked.
"Daddy always tried to teach me, he just always wanted to teach me the boring stuff. The best thing he taught me was how to fly and I had to beg him for months before he finally caved it." She shook her head, "He kept saying it was because he loved me so much and how I wasn't ready yet. I was ready from the day I was born!"
"Hah! Mother taught me all she knew about... everything!" Amos said with a sneer. "I guess she realized I wouldn't run around showing off and getting myself hurt like some people!"
"And then you tried to make a clockwork horse like Nemesis and-" Elan was cut off.
"I thought we agreed never to speak of that again!" Amos yelled attracting even more attention to the pair. "Anyway, it wasn't nearly as much of a disaster as that time you tried to give yourself wings the day we turned nine!"
"Oh shut it, that didn't go badly!" Elan quipped.
Amos already had a remark prepared. "Oh sure, at first then you jumped off the roof. Remember how Dad use to call you his little Icarus after that?"
"That was a sign of endearment!" Elan screamed.
"Oh sure, it's great to be loved." Amos answered as he fought to keep a straight face. "I'm just glad Mother never called me any pet names!"
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*Meanwhile in Brickstown*
Two Heroes approched the wreckage of the Zigursky Prison. "I always said we should have spanked them." Said the one in a suit of power armor built to accommodate a woman.
"Yes dear." Said a man wearing a complex looking interlocking set of vestments.
"And you always said they'd turn out alright." She said as the approached a Police Officer.
"Yes dear. Excuse me sir, we came as soon as we heard. We came to check and see if any of our Rogue Gallery escaped." The man explained.
"Maharishi! Martinet! Certainly, I don't think so, I could check the list if you like." The Police Officer said somewhat overawed by the two veteran heroes.
"Well, we really want to check on two, Elan and Amos Vital." The woman explained.
"The Vital twins? They're part of your Rouge Gallery? Uh...well, yes, they got out." Maharishi suddenly found something much more interesting than his wife's gaze.
(OOC: This has been a Hermod Billyboy Production. 
I'll be playing as Elan, he'll be Amos.)
(OOC: Shadow Director aka Mr. Rose: A trained actor Arachnos drafted him to teach english to the students (seeing as it appears to be the offical langauge of the Rogue Isle 
). His power is to control shadows psychicly and give shadows depth and substance till they are practicly real, even his clothes are made of shadows. No one has ever seen his real face, it's always covered with shadow. He takes his class seriously and while he's never killed a student, he likes to make it clear that your there to pay attention and has a special trick to make sure students do. (He wears formal clothes and a top hat all of which including his skin is picth black giving him the appearance of a three dimensional shadow.))
He was a famous name in Paragon City, most of the low level street gangs knew his name. Or atleast his rep. Shiro "the Gambler" most elusive street punk in all of Paragon. Supposedly spat in Frostfire's eye. Brawled with Grendel. His list of accomplishments was long. Of course tales of how he got busted where just as exaggerated, the truth of it all he was brought in when he tried to save a friend in need. Now he's stepping off a helicopter at a place he never thought he would be. A school.
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Shiro "the Gambler" Shinomori stepped off the helicopter. His aqua colored jacket blowing behind him thanks to the helicopter blades. His Pacific Isles tattooes showing prominentaly on his muscular chest thanks to the blades. He brushed a hand through his greased back brown hair, and sighed. He took a brief look around, noticed a pair of kids shouting at each other, then removed a flask from his jacket and took a pull from it. After returning the flask back to his pocket, he flicked out a cigarette and lit it. Taking a few drags off it as he walked away from Helicopter. Took in the sight of the buildings of this Greywing Academy, cursing his luck. "Why a all places, did the head Spider Dude decide it'd be a good idea ta send me ta this place," he said aloud to noone in particular.
She had been so happy when the Arachnos helicopter had landed at the Zig. It was finally her chance to get out of that forsaken place and to go someplace better. Hopefully a place where she could resume the activities she was engaged in before she was arrested. Once seated on the helicopter, the opinion she held of her saviors quickly changed drastically.
Not only were they taking other prisoners, they were only taking the ones around her age. Was this "Break the Kids out of Jail Day" over at Arachnos or something? She sat through the entire ride in silence, listening to Elan and Amos bicker. When they finally landed she waited until the pair exited before calmly hopping out as well.
As the breeze stirred up by the helicopter blades hit her, her brilliant orange hair tumbled about her shoulders. She focused her dazzling green eyes on the immediate area, watching as other teenagers came to see the helicopter and had never wanted to die so badly in her life. This place was even worse than the Zig.
"Stupid, [censored] Arachnos..." She cursed under her breath, as she noticed Elan and Amos were still bickering even in this new environment. "Nothing ever stops those two." After pushing back the loose strands of her hair, she fidgeted with her two eyebrow rings before walking further away from the twin siblings.
"So who is in charge around here?" She called out, her arms crossed over chest and her hips canted to the side in a sign of defiance.
Leader of The Twilight Crusaders
Blazebolt - Elec/Fire - 50
GoldStreak - MA/Invul - 50
Psychosis
Avaritia - SS/Invul - 50
Pyrestrike - Fire/Kin - 50
Global - @Blazebolt
"So, who is in charge here?"
Drake took that as his oppertunity to get some new lackies and loudloy talk about his position "Officially? That would be Mistress Greywing, principal of this fine school. Unofficially? Me, I'm not goin' ta bother tellin' you my real name, but you can call me Drake. I run this school with an iron fist. Literally." He allowed one sleeve of his clean-cut black suit to drop so the noobs could see his mechnical hand. "Welcome to Greywing High. And watch the threads." He told his last remark to a student who bumped into him.
"Why should I ya-" The unlucky student's last words were drowned out by the sounds of guns locking and turning from 'safe' to 'I'm gonna blw you're head off.' The student stared into the barrel of Drake's high-teck hardware and Drake said, "Look. 'Cause, you're new, I'll go over some rules with ya. Never touch me. Never touch my gun. And never back talk. Capiche?"
"Y-yes s-sir."
Drake sneered evily. "Good." Just because he could, he smashed the little whelp's foot with his boot and turned back to the noobs. "Okay, where was I? Oh yeah. Let that be a lesson to all youse. Never do what that poor sap just did. And one more thing, if ya want the protection of the Family, pay up. We'll keep ya protected, you fork over the cash, capiche?"
Elan stopped arguing with her brother to laugh. "Oh my Gods! Are you listening to this? capiche? You've got to be kidding me" She while laughing. She had never, ever heard someone say capiche and acctualy mean it. It was absolutely ridculous.
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Elan stopped arguing with her brother to laugh. "Oh my Gods! Are you listening to this? capiche? You've got to be kidding me" She while laughing. She had never, ever heard someone say capiche and acctualy mean it. It was absolutely ridculous.
[/ QUOTE ] Drake's eyes flared. "You gotta problem wit' dat? How 'bout I fill you're sorry butt with bullets? Heh? Wat'd you think 'bout dat?!" He held up his weapon menacingly and all his thugs slowly followed suit. "Now... care ta' say 'dat again?"
"Nice imbecile talk." Amos snickered, agreeing with his sister. "I can't wait til he devolves into speaking with grunts and gestures!"
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I didn't realize. If I know you were hard of hearing I would have spoken louder." She chuckled, "Lets see here, there was, Oh my Gods. Are you hearing this? Capiche? And then I think I said, are you serious, should I repeat Amos' lines or would you rather he did." She wasn't taking it seriously, she rarely did, and if it was going to turn into a fight, all the more fun.
Shiro chuckled at the sight. Some dude with his goons just strolled up like he was big and bad and started posturing. He took another drag from his cigarette and flicked it in the head goons general direction. "Gotta say I agree wit' the Squabblin' Duo, Mac. Ya think ya big and bad, cause ya wit' the Family. Ain't nothin' ta be shoutin' ta the heavens 'bout," he chuckled as he lit up another cigarette. Leaning up against the helicopter, he waited for the hot head to blow.
'Capiche?' She said in her head, watching Drake assault one of the new arrivals. 'He really must be from the Family.'
"Well, Drake, thanks for the advice but... I tend to provide my own protection." Sneering up at him, seeing as he had a few inches of height on her. It was times like this that she hated being short for her age.
((I had a longer post written.. but my computer ate it.. 
))
Leader of The Twilight Crusaders
Blazebolt - Elec/Fire - 50
GoldStreak - MA/Invul - 50
Psychosis
Avaritia - SS/Invul - 50
Pyrestrike - Fire/Kin - 50
Global - @Blazebolt
Tarot walked down the hallways of the 'School' and sighed. Looking at the windows and marked all the enter ways in and out of the 'School' with a glyph. Turning down one of the halls he stopped at a door and smiled.
He touched the door and ran his hands over the wood, the door glowied as glyphs enscribed on it became visable. He nodded and snapped his fingers, the door opened up and he looked inside. The room was bigger inside then outside, in fact it could hold the whole school in it. Tarot walked into the room, as he passed the thres hold his cloth took on a middle ages look.
Flowing black cloak drapped over the goldish green robes that covered most of him. A staff made out of one soild piece of Black Sappaire topped with a red ruby shaped like a nearly closed eye.
Tarot Stood 6'9" with flowing gray hair and two black streakes intertwing into his hair starting at his temples. He had cold gold eyes that were slitted like a viper, and when he talked a forked togue flicked out .
Tarot was the Mystic study teacher. What you think you know about magic is just the tip of the iceburg. Dark and deadly Tarot will not let any kid disruped his class, and there is rumor of some students becoming human sacfices to some dark old one that Tarot worships.
Alice stood quietly, waiting for the others in her row to exit the helicopter. She followed them in turn, smoothing out her dress and apron. The Handmaiden had said that this was to be her new home.
She watched the scene in front of her with an impassive eye. There was truly nothing remarkable about her. She was quite average looking, with mousy brown hair and wide brown eyes. She wore a blue dress and white apron cut in a child's style. White stockings and black Mary Janes accompanied the outfit, as did a silver omega symbol on a chain around her neck. She clutched a stuffed rabbit in one hand.
As the scene unfolded, she stood ram-rod straight with her hands clasped behind her back, rocking back and forth on her heels.
"I say, Cat, it looks like there is going to be a fight," she said in a light British accent, addressing the empty air to her right. "Perhaps we should move on."
Writing: Cape Fic
Featured Art: MechaTerp & CorporateRock, by Shia
Music: DJ Pyrria
::Threat Assessment::
SUBJECT: James "General" Maihem
AGE: 16
THREAT LEVEL: High
DESCRIPTION: A chess champion and amateur inventor, James Maihem ran into the Gray Skies mercenaries in his twelfth year. Longbow ambushed the mercenaries while they were interrogating James, and were preparing to use lethal force. James, appalled at the way heroes conducted themselves, used his inventions to save the mercenaries, and was immediately made their leader due to his ability to provide them with strategies and inventions. He is a ruthless tactician, and has recently become proficient in the use of small arms. His mercenary followers are as follows.
Reload: Small arms specialist, can reload weapons quickly.
Trigger: Small arms specialist, has finely tuned senses that allow him to get the draw on even Malta gunslingers.
Suture: Team medic, not to be underestimated in combat.
Crosshair: Special operations, renowned marksman.
Silencer: Special operations, can infiltrate any organization or area in preparation for an assault.
Napalm: Heavy arms specialist, elite commando, devastatingly powerful. If met, DO NOT ENGAGE.
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General Maihem had finally arrived at his new school, only to have his morning ruined by some loudmouth who exhibited signs of being a Family member. He disliked brutish behavior like extortion and threats. "Gentlemen, I'll see if this can't be resolved quietly. If the ringleader so much as moves to point that 'weapon' of his at me, kill him AND his friends," he said to his men as he walked over to where Drake was posturing. "Excuse me, if you would be so kind as to cease your bravado for the moment, my men and I would like some quiet while we explore the grounds of the school. And I guarantee you, if you even think about assaulting me, I'm afraid I'll have to retaliate. Or more accurately, they will," he pointed to the mercenaries, who had their guns ready. Except Trigger, who had his hand over his gun, ready to perform his famous quickdraw. "Make your decision, either quiet yourself, or risk death."
(OOC: General Maihem is rather unassuming when not in his outfit. His outfit is urban camoflauge fatigues (shades of grey and black), with a gray beret. He wears Patton-like sunglasses, a tactical belt, black combat boots, black gloves, and if I remember correctly, twin bullet bandoliers, as opposed to the ones with grenades on them. He also has an adorable force field generator on his shoulder, his first invention. Anything even perceived as a threat against it will be met with hot lead. He has leadership, and until the real EPPs are announced for MMs, he has Munitions Mastery as his EPP. He's like the evil Buck Shott, without the cheerfulness. He's normally quite polite and amiable, though.)
[B]The Once and Future Official Minister of Awesome[/B]
[I]And don't you forget it.[/I]
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Dr. Thermite prepared his lessons for the day. He enjoyed teaching, especially since he was still able to immolate any hero that dare stand in his way after work. Dr. Thermite had infused his blood with mercury, a theory that got him laughed out of the science community. He could have been a great force for good, but instead he is one of the most powerful fire-using villains on Earth. He is a genius, malevolent, calculating. He will burn any student caught disrespecting him, his class, or anything else he perceives to relate to him. He can not only use fire, but heat itself. He can boil a student's internal organs if he wants to, but can also heal their wounds should they meet as allies in the field. He teaches chemistry/genetics, two highly related subjects. He recognized one name on his class roster, James Maihem. He'd heard it in the criminal underworld. He knew that his new class would be quite interesting. He began to laugh, thinking of the potential chaos of the coming year. His maniacal cackle could be heard throughout the school building, like the laughter of a demon.
(OOC: Dr. Thermite is a fire/thermal corrupter with flight, due to his power to heat the air around him, causing it to rise. He wears a red lab coat with yellow cuffs, tights under them, with a fireball on his chest. He has tights for pants, with flames of them, same goes for his thight boots. His gloves are technological marvels that focus heat into fire, which is how his fire powers exist. They are red with yellow circuitry, called the Thermite Beam. He has round, red-rimmed glasses, and wild, white hair. He's quite mad, and testy.)
[B]The Once and Future Official Minister of Awesome[/B]
[I]And don't you forget it.[/I]
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Elan tapped Maihem on the shoulder, "Hey, startch pants, if anyone fights the 'God Father.'" She imitated the voice from the movie, "It's going to be the Vital Twins. Capiche." She said for the effect and then brazenly shoved him out of the way and looked at Drake. Her hand hovering over her pouch. She glanced at the soldiers, they hadn't been ordered to shot her. "Oh for...hey! Startch in the pants, call off the tin soldiers." She said happily, she was sarting to have some real fun, and Maihem was just making that impossible with him taking the whole situation seriosly.
Shadow Director opened the door to Tarot's room. As one enters the room their eyes are drawn to a tall Tower sitting on a tall cliff, with a path leading from the tower to the door. To the left of the door is jagged rock 200' stright down, on the right is the same except that there is firey lava instead of jagged rock. The sky is in peramenant thunder and lighting storm with lighting sticking the path and tower. As one lookes at the tower they see a lone figure walking the top of the battlements leaning on a staff.
He didn't seem intimadated, he had seen it before. Shadow director walked up to see Tarot. He paused and suddenly something grabbed him under his arms and lifted him up. Something invisable. Though someone observent would notice two other shadows grabbing his own. He set down and looked at Tarot. "We got a new batch today, but you probably already know. I guess the Grand Spider thinks this is acctualy a worthwhile ventrue."
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"It's going to be the Vital Twins. Capiche." She said for the effect and then brazenly shoved him out of the way and looked at Drake.
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"Only if the Vital Twins could stop bickering for two minutes, don't ya mean?" Bianca teased as she suddenly realized she was being pushed further and further out of the situation. There were too many big and useless egos operating here, and she couldn't wait for things to get out of hand.
Leader of The Twilight Crusaders
Blazebolt - Elec/Fire - 50
GoldStreak - MA/Invul - 50
Psychosis
Avaritia - SS/Invul - 50
Pyrestrike - Fire/Kin - 50
Global - @Blazebolt
The moment you have all been waiting for... Supervillain 101 is here to plauge the world! Fear it... YOU'RE NOT FEARING IT! *blasts a random passerby*
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The rules are different form the heroic school of Golden Eagle High. In Greywing High, expect no mercy. Arachnos has graciously busted you out of the 'KiddyZig', the least you could do is become powerful members of it's mighty web. But beware, young villain, danger awaits you even in the school boundries. All young villains are allowed to take down one another--it promotes villainy to it's highest form.
Greywing High is not worried about suits or costumes, it matters little what you ware, as long as you learn. Nothing forbidden, nothing promoted... but that does not mean we at Greywing are lazy about our rules. If you break a rule, you will be punished. Severely.
When 'taking down' another student (if you wish to do so) then remember only one thing: Don't get caught. You will be punished if you do so. This is to help along the stealthy or spy-like of our wonderful school.
All attempts to backtalk teachers will result in... unnecesary involvement on both of our parts.
Teachers are as listed:
1. Mistress Greywing: Obey the Mistress at all times. Her word is law. Attempts at not obeying/assassination/spying/murder/hacking the sytems of her computers/etc will end in death. Remember this always. ((She has a thin, young, eerily beutiful appearance. She is technically not human any longer. Her skin is pale that is tinged with grey. Her hair is glossy and black, not a single grey hair in sight. Her eyes are a silvery blue in color. She has "something" about her that would send chills up the most hardened criminal's spine. She is both a Necro/Dark MM, and a Claws/Regen Stalker.))
2. Sir Ivaric: A dark knight from the Twelfth Century turned history teacher. He speaks with a very thick English accent. His magic sword, Bloodletter, is by him at every second. We at Greywing High highly suggest that you obey him, the last student who dared to disobey almost had his head chopped off. ((His armor is black and lined with grey. It is primarily Midieval, no gadgets on his form whatsoever. The slots that show where his eyes should be in his helmet emit a red glow, totally covering any eyes he might have. None have seen him without his armor and none will. He is a restless spirit put in physical form.))
3. Mrs. Notington: Ruthless and dangerous, she is not to be trifled with. The teacher at the gym class, she will push the young villains to their utmost level of power. ((Mrs. Notington is basically a normal human that has extreme reflexes and advanced strength given to her by Arachnos. She has white hair, brown skin and purple Egyptian style tatoos all over her body. She wair's a golden tiara with matching bracelets. Her eyes are a deep purple that seem to stare into your very soul. She typically has on a white skirt and white sleeveless shirt on. She almost alwat has on golden boots that match her tiara.))
4. Erynies the Fortunata: She is a Fortunata that stays to oversee that Greywing High works at highest efficiency. Her powers are the same as all Fortunatas andd she works as a librarian at our school.
5. Mr. Smithonson: Strangely enough, this man has no apparent powers or abailities besides driving his students to amazing levels. He teaches Math and Science together, he strongly believes neither can be without the other.
((The rest are up to you. Like before, all new comers must make a teacher until I say we can stop. We already have a place for a Weaponry class and English. Let the villainy begin!_________________________
"Dont... cheat... off... my... test!" Draconicus Lorenzo Drakonyx--better known as Drake--was beating up an insolent little whelp who dared cheat on his math homework. Drake's goons stood around on gaurd, guns at the ready or energy flairing around. Drak's eyes had a very strange gleam while he beat upon the other student. Drake was a very strange teen. Growing up with the Family gave him brutality and training more advanced ((in his eyes)) than the rest of these horrible people. Having Dragon blood definately had it's good points as well. Superior strength, advanced mind, and very, very good looks. His red-tinged 'skin' had many many small scales all over his body. He also had sharp claws and a form of Radiation that he could emit, but unfortunately could not control very well as of yet. But the most prominent feature on him were the large ram's horns on his head that were leftover from his draconic heritage.
Drake finally decided that the brat had had enough. He stood up at his full 6' 7" and sneered. Suddenly, he heard something. A strange, loud *fwipp fwipp* noise could be heard. The puzzeled teen looked up into the air. It was an Arachnos helicopter... the same kind that brought Drake himself to Greywing High. Well, I guess it's time to find some more runts to follow my rule! He was very, very full of himslef. And with good reason. He held control over more than half the school, getting his protection payments weekly and dishing out 'punishment' to those who refused.
Drake motioned to his goons with a small wave of his hand and they positioned themselves for a possible attack. He wasn't very popular on campus, and more than once he had been assaulted. They moved out. Drake took out his large customized tommy gun with special Rikti and who-knows-what-else enhancements attached. It was very nice. Able to shoot 1,732 rounds per twelve seconds, it was Drake's pride and joy. They had finally reached the helicopter. There were already some nervous students coming out. Some nervous, some looking like they owned the school. Some who showed no emotion, but sparked a primal fear into Drake which he ignored. A new semester had begun.
((Okay, the point is, your characters have just been transported from the 'KiddyZig' at the same time of all the other convicts, or they were picked up off the street in one of the parts of the Rouge Isles. It doesn't matter if you post how you got picked up, but if you do, please make it breif so that we may go ahead and start our wonderful RP. Let the begginning of the end start... now!))