Tyler led the way downstairs down a different flight of stairs and showed Jack the door to canteen. About to walk in himself, his pager began to bleep, when he read the message his face turned sheet white,
"I'm gonna have to leave you for about 10 minutes,will that be ok?"
Lukeryo stands in the corner of the music room and begins looking through a small book he pulled out of his pocket, which had the title *how to remember stuff*.
Lukeryo looks up from the book and looks to see how many people there were, "Let's see.. One.."
He continued to read his book.
I am the Blaster, I have filled the role of Tank, Controller and Defender
Sometimes all at once.
Union EU player! Pip pip, tally ho, top hats and tea etc etc
Having just witnessed a rather strange argument in the corridor, Ebola had relised that after 1/2 an hour wandering around the school hallways, he had found his fellow classmates and after what he had witnessed, he was wondering if finding them was going to be good news.
Well, better introduce myself. "Hi folks , I'm new here, am I in the right room?" Ebola said as he steps through the open door the 2 boys had just came out.
Union
Ebola EngEng Lvl 50 Blst
Maelstrome DrkDrk Lvl 50 Scrp
SRobo-tron RoboTraps Lvl 47 MM
Flaming Radium FireRad 35 Controller
((hmm.. Pious argued with Natoe on the *second* floor and I was under the impression Ebola was still in the foyer; which is why Pious saw him when he came down... han well, I can work around it. 
... ))
I dont think he heard me. Pious thought, as the boy continued down the hallway. "Well," he sighed, "I better find out what class you're surposed to be at." He approached the reception desk, but nobody was there.
"Hello?"
"Morning" came a reply.
"..."
"I've never seen your face before." The voice carried a curious tone, and was clearly feminine. It came from directly in front of Pious, where a receptionist would have sat.
"I.. I can't see yours at all."
"I dont want you to" came the voice, now carrying a more flirtatious tone.
"Are you the receptionist?"
"Maybe" now childlike and playful.
"Right, whatever." Pious was quickly loosing patience. "Well, I need my timetable, swipe card and I still dont know where I'll be staying tonight.. I missed the tour earlier-"
"I know"
"You what?"
"Pious got in trouble this morning. Pious has been smoking"
"You're not the receptionist are you?"
"I might be"
Pious bit his lips, trying to contain his temper. "Look, I'm late for class, and I'd really appreciate my timetable." Is that so much to ask? "Please"
A sudden wave of noise came from being some shelves, and without warning, a blue A4 folder came flying at Pious; he caught it mid air.
"There. Now. Go. Away."
"Gladly" he backed away from the counter as fast as he could and walked briskly towards a hallway. That has got to be, by far, the wierdest thing I've ever been through.
"Myrtyl, why are you invisible?!" Came an agry voice. Pious froze, wanting to hear more. "What have I told you about hiding outside classes?"
"Sowwy mummy."
"And who was that boy?"
"What boy? I dont know-" Myrtyl's mum must have fixed her a warning look, "Oh, that boy."
"Yes, that boy." her voice carried a lighter tone, "If you ever pull a stunt like that again young lady, I'll ban you from this side of the counter, you understand?" Pious could only assume Myrtyl had nodded, "Good... Cheeky."
A joke, a practical joke! Pious smiled, it was the sort of thing he would've done.
* * *
He looked down at the folder, which had "Pious Hunter. Trial" inscribed on the front. "Trial? What in God's name does that mean?". It dawned onto Pious that he'd have to ask the receptionist. Oh man, had it been the actual receptionist who gave this to me, I'd have been told what it means. It appeard he had no choice but to approach the counter again, "Darn it, I hoped Myrtyl isn't still there" he lied.
Stepping out of the hallway, he saw a lady at the counter. She was strikingly beautiful, with silky blonde hair; thin yet clearly athletic.
"Er.. erm" it seemed the receptionist had stolen his voice.
"Ah, welcome back."
"..." Pious could tell from the voice that this wasn't Myrtyl; it was her mum.
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah, er.." he muttered, clearing his throat in an attempt to recover his voice. "My err.. folder, it says err.." he coughed again. "Err"
"Your.. name. The folder says your name" she said, more jokingly than condescending.
"Oh, yeah. Yes, I.. I know that. What I, what I wanted to say is, erm.. trial." Pious blabbered. "Trial.. trial. That's.. that's what I meant to say."
"Okay," she smiled, with an expectant nod. "We're getting somewhere." She leant foward, placing her elbows on the counter and her chin into her palms; this only distracted Pious more. She wore strapless pink leather, what looked like a corset; knee-high trousers, pink, with white stars running vertically down the sides. Averting his focus away from her chest, he noticed the colour of her eyes fade from brown to blue.
"What's your name?" he blurted.
"Ebony" she replied, clearly taken aback, but aparantly not offended. "Can't you tell?"
Pious remembered what Mrs Alexis had told him "No, I've not quite figured out how."
"Okay, close your eyes." He obeyed.
"You ready?"
"Yeah" he said, clearly excited. He seemed to have conquered his nerves, having blurted out an honest thought. Ebony reached across the counter and clapped him about the head. "Ow!" he exclaimed, opening his eyes to see her giggling.
"Well, did it work?"
"Of course not." Like mother, like daughter Pious thought. "I'm not falling for a two jokes in one day"
"It's not a joke" she said, with a smile that seemed perfectly suitable for her model-like tan. "It works for most people."
"Right. Well, I'm not sure I believe.." his voice trailed off as the word "Myrtyl" materialised in mid-air, right in his face. "Jesus!" he called out, stumbling backwards and tripping on his own feet, landing on his buttocks. Ebony giggled and Pious thought he heard faint laughter under the Myrtyl. Pointing his fingers wildly towards her, "I see it. I see it!" he exclaimed. "It's blue, it read 'Myrtyl'. Your daughter's invisible again, but I can see her name." A sudden gasp and the word scuttled around a corner.
"Ah, congratulations."
"Yeah, yeah I guess."
"At least now my daughter can't follow you around without you knowing." Pious flushed a bright orange. "Can you see mine?"
"Yes, but yours reads 'Legendary'... 'The Legendary Ebony'"
"So it should, I'm surprised you couldn't see names Pious. What grade are you in?"
"Well, thats why I returned to see you. My starter pack says 'Trial' on the front-"
"And you dont know what it means" she interrupted. "You should've been clearer." Pious considered being open again, but thought better of it. "Did you even open the folder? It tells you all about it on the inside."
Doh! he thought, smacking himself on the head. Ebony giggled again, and Pious quickly looked up, not wanting to miss the sight.
"Well, being on 'trial' is probationary. It happens when you're too old for the grade of your 'experience'. How old are you Pious?"
"Fifteen"
"There you go. I assume you've only just 'established' your powers?"
"Yes, my inhereted mutations were recessive until recently. Doctor Nemo says the genes multiplied last month, eventually dorminating. It's all ever so confusing, but hopefully I can come to understand it better from Biology lessons."
"You're on trial Pious, if you dont cut it after the first month, they'll evaluate your progress and demote your grade" she stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh I see."
"I'd hate to see you studying with students that are years younger than you."
"I swear to God, it'd be the worst!" Oh no, Sinn and Jason must not, and cannot see me, their elder brother as a put-back! "Well, hanging around and missing class is *not* going to retain my grade." Pious flicked open the folder with such force, the papers almost fly out. He was clearly, determined to learn. Running a finger through his timetable, he slammed the folder shut and said "Music".
"Lovely meeting you Ebony" he said, dreamily. "I'd stay and get more 'aquainted' but I gotta run."
Ebony just smiled. "Where's your luggage?"
"I dont have one.." he hesitated, contemplating whether or not to say more, "lets just say, the clothes you see me wear aren't real." he said, blushing slightly as Ebony chuckled. A faint giggling echoing from the distance.
"You know, those who can bypass your illusions will see you naked." The distant giggles grew louder.
"I wear boxers" indicating his backpack.
((I'm not familiar with the american education system... i've been told several times by americans but never cared enough to remember. [PUNCHLINE] ba-dum pa! 
Q1: what is the american equivalent of year 9?
Q2: is 'Ebony' okay for the receptionist? we can *always* compromise 
Q3: I noticed everyone seems to be directing there stories to the music room so i followed suit 
shall we name our Music teacher? i have no ideas yet.. [cough] lies [cough] .. ))
After his argument with pious,natoe walked outside and sat under a tree.
natoe reched in to his pocket and pulled out his pack of ****, suddenly he heared a voice
"natoe you bad boy"
looking up he saw a boy who was the spit of him exept his hair was neatly combed back and was smartly dressed
"what do u want nexus shouldnt you be at school like a good boy"
"no i aint got to go for anothe hour any way i got a letter for you"
"you just gunna stand there or you gunna give me the letter?"
natoe reached out and grabed hiss letter.
"right i better go i dont want be late for school cya later bro"
"yea whatever see ya later nex"
natoe opend the letter and started to read it half way down natoe rubbed his face and muttered "dad why do you always do this?"
he finnish his letter and a single tear rolled down his face.
he could feel his temper rising then with out warning he grabed the tree he was siting under and tore it out off the ground and threw it skywards.
"um, sure, i go get some thing eat i guess see you soon" watches tyler leave, then turns sruging, and walks in to the cafeteria, its a large room mostly filled with tables and chairs, students are scatterd here and there, with the sevice windows lining the back wall, JAck starts to make his was towards them.
((P.s. don't change the title of the thred please, it jsut throws people off.))
((good point))
Eva sat quietly observing the interaction. She always enjoyed people watching, but there was something intriguing about the brothers Natoe and Nexus...
'oh well' she thought as she lit up another cigarette 'looks like there will be more violence this afternoon, but I wonder what was on that paper to make the tree get some love'
She smirked to herself and continued to watch...
natoe looked across the ground still fuming from what he read and saw a girl sitting watching and for no reason started to shout at her
"WHAT THE F**K YOU LOOKIN AT YOU F**KING FREAK WHY DONT YOU TAKE A BLOODY PICTURE IT LASTS LONGER"
then he jumped in to the air and fly off skywards after the tree grabing it as it headed towards the ground hovering there he started to yell at the girl again
"IF YOU DONT STOP F**KING LOOKIN AT ME ILL SLAM THIS THOUGH YOUR SKULL"
then holding the tree above his head he slamed it into the spot where he tore it from and flew throgh the doors off the school.
Eva adjusted her corset, and flicked her cigarette butt at the remains of what was the tree Natoe threw..
'I think it woud look prettier in black' she thought to herself and raised her hand and encircled the tree in flames... before taking flight and heading to one of the temples on the first floor...
(( please people, stop screwing with the damed thred title, it jsut gonna make a mess of things))
Vincent continued to sit in the corner, silent, reading through a collection of sheet-music. He looked up as the other student in the room muttered a word, pushed his spectacles back onto the bridge of his nose, and continued reading.
Pious reached a studio door and double-checked the inscription, "Music". He peeked through a glass panel, checking if the lesson had already begun. Oh thank god, he thought, noting only two people inside. Glancing down the corridors, he was certain the coast was clear; with a shimmer of light, Pious became invisibility.
* * *
The studio door creaked open, seemingly unassisted. A moment later, it slammed shut with a violent thud. Pious prayed the two boys would shrug it off as nothing more than a gust of wind.
He noticed an empty chair at the far corner of the room, nearest to the windows, yet far from the boys. He'd only just sat, when he heard a noise from outside. What the-. He stood up, and looked through the windows. You've got to be kidding me. Pious was gobsmacked, as he saw Natoe uproot a small tree in the middle of the school yard. What is wrong with this boy? he asked himself. And that confirms it he thought, as Natoe lobbed the tree high into the air. Nutcase, absolute nutcase! I'm keeping a mile between him and me for the rest this year! With that, he sat back down. Reaching into the large pocket in the front of his dungaree, Pious produced the blue folder, careful not to reveal it. He pocketed his swipe card and glanced at the details of his allocated accomodation.
"(CENSORED)!!" Pious exclaimed, revealing himself by accident. His eyes had widened to a huge pair of ball and terror etched across his face.
:ormotary Room 203::
En-suite watercloset and shower. Television and Wireless Internet access. Two single beds and two windows.
:ormotary Roommate::
Natoe James Adams
((BAD eva. very bad eva! jajajjaj. so like, i'm off to morning lecture. just so you dont leave any stories hanging on me. catch y'all wen i get back. tata))
after flying off the school grounds natoe whent to his dorm and lay on his bed.
he reach in to his pocket and puled out the letter and began reading it again he read it five time before crunching it up into a ball and throw it across the room.
still [censored] off with the letter.
"i swear to God im gunna kill him he always does this to us he swore he was going to give it up."
natoe grabed his bags and started to unpack slaming the cuboard door shut and breakin it.
"f**k why does every thing i touch have to break."
sitting back on his bed he saw his crumpled up letter layin on the floor.
picking it up he smoothed it out and read it again.
"where is that pen and paper."
looking around the room he saw his paper and pen and started writing a reply to his letter.
Seeing musical instruments lying around the room
This must be the music room
Ebola put his bag down on a empty desk in the almost empty class room. The only other person being a boy sitting in the corner obviously engrossed reading music. His attention turned to a commotion out side, looking through the classroom window he saw a boy pull a a tree out of the ground and throw it away in anger.
Oh great Super tantrums, thats all I need.
Sitting down at the empty desk, Ebola put his head in his hands and thought about the last six months that had totally changed his life, all starting with the accident and the death of his mother. Tears started to well up, it was still to painful to think about it. His wonderful mother who had been ripped away from him, the pain he felt in hospital after the explosion was nothing to the emptiness and pain he felt now.
The scientists had told him that he was unique; his new abilitys to control energy and matter. To him they were a curse, they constantly reminded him of his mother and the sooner they were gone the better. He new his father was equally as lost and in pain as he was but was trying to put a brave face for him. He hated the government that insisted that his father kept working for the good of mankind; his research would help in the battle against the Rikti .
They had found a place for him at this new school; they would understand his new abilities and help him. He didnt want any help; he just wanted rid of these powers that had been given to him at the cost of his mother
Raising his head he could here his mother speaking to him in his mind. Pull yourself together young man, you are going to have to grow up a lot quicker than you want to now. she said to him as she lay dying in the hospital. I expect you to except these new abilities and use them to help others, it doesnt matter what has happened, that cant be changed. All that matters now is that you do the best you can in the future. Those words again made him hate himself for his previous thoughts, he owed it to his mother to accept his new abilities and learn to use they, that why he was here.
Wiping away the tears in his eyes he looked again at the be-spectacled boy at the back of the room. Hi, my name is Ebola Watson. Whats yours?
Union
Ebola EngEng Lvl 50 Blst
Maelstrome DrkDrk Lvl 50 Scrp
SRobo-tron RoboTraps Lvl 47 MM
Flaming Radium FireRad 35 Controller
Pious spun around and noticed people staring right at him, mostly shocked faces but some seemed angry.
"'Scuse my french" he apologized. "Bad news regarding my dorm" he added, sitting back down in sheer embarassment.
Moments later, he swallowed the light and was once again, invisible. He spun around to count those present, testing his newly aquired skill.
Some kid with glasses was reading music, something Pious couldn't do to save his life. He stared expectantly at the boy's head, but saw nothing. Odd, he thought to himself.
Another boy was standing near him, apparantly introducing himself, "Ebola Watson". He too had nothing above his head.
A third kid was engrossed in a book titled "How to Remember Stuff"; Pious chuckled.
Suddenly the door opened revealing a striking red skinned youth.
Quietly he said "Hope im not too late." and sat down on one of the remaining chairs.
((ooc this is my first attempt at something like this so any pointers would be appreciated.))
Lukeryo puts on some dark glasses with the right eye having red glass, then he put his right hand into his pocket, shortly followed by a slightly clicking noise coming from his trousers. Lukeryo looks up and mumbles, "err hello.."
I am the Blaster, I have filled the role of Tank, Controller and Defender
Sometimes all at once.
Union EU player! Pip pip, tally ho, top hats and tea etc etc
Lukeryo yawns as he takes his hand out of his pocket and puts his normal glasses back on, he then looks around the room and thinks *table table where be a table*. Lukeryo walks over to a table with several small instruments on it, including a clarinet reed and a triangle. He moves the stuff out of the way then puts a small ball onto the table and begins to take it apart, revealing a few wires. Lukeryo inserts a few small bulbs then disconnects some of the wires then continued to put in a small battery.
Lukeryo looks up at the other student in the corner reading what he thought was a music sheet. "Anyway, since we are both here in this school, what can you do? I just think, alot."
I am the Blaster, I have filled the role of Tank, Controller and Defender
Sometimes all at once.
Union EU player! Pip pip, tally ho, top hats and tea etc etc
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((ooc this is my first attempt at something like this so any pointers would be appreciated.))
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((the only pointer I have is probably obvious; read as many previous posts for complete understanding of the status quo.. I find this helpful when attempting IC interaction with the other posters. Unfortunatly, *some* wont respond.. I often just avert my story at this point.))
Oh my God! That guy looks like my brother. I wonder who he is, he thought, jumping out of his seat and making for the red-skin.
"Hey there!" Pious shouted, afraid he'd be ignored yet again. "Oh, terribly sorry" he said, releasing the light around his body. "Forgot I was invisible. My name's Pious, Pious Hunter."
Tyler was worried, like really really worried.
The pager was bleebing again "first floor,trouble"
when Tyler got to the first floor he saw what the trouble was and how much of a mircale it had being noone had seen it, there infront of him was a rikti gunman, the training room was on the fritz, something that had never ahppened before.
The alien shot wildly at Tyler and he jumped out of the way and somersaulted behind the creature, setting his hands on fire he began to gip the aliens face and burn flesh. The rikti dropped to the floor, dead, and faded out of existence.
Exhausted, Tyler went to his drom and collapsed on the bed, this was gonna be a long year.
((yay! go Tyler.))
nods emphaticly "sure, and probally the office too, but after food"