Superhero 102 (OPEN RP, STAY IN CHARACTER PLEASE!)

Jonathan Faathim Christus was a little bit nervous.

In fact, ever since coming to Earth from his home, the Shadow Shard, he had been a little bit nervous. And more than a little bit confused.

His father was just one of the American soldiers who, when Portal Corporation discovered the Shadow Shard in 2004, were sent in to help protect the scientists. His mother was a mutant with powerful healing abilities, and also the ability to control friction in the air, and create fire. These were obviously useful talents to have in a place so dangerous as the Shadow Shard, and she volunteered to help out those that were posted there. Simply put, Jonathan’s mother and father met. They fell in love. And one year later, Jonathan Faathim Christus is born.

Right from the start, they knew he was different. It was pretty easy to see that, as the purple skin and hair would clue just about anyone in. Being former Paragon City residents, this was no large surprise. And neither was the knowledge that as the boy grew older, he began to develop the power to reanimate the dead, causing chicken carcasses at dinner to dance. This was slightly off-putting, but as he didn’t seem to have any mad ideas to destroy the very universe around him, they thought nothing of it.

They of course assumed that their beautiful, purple little boy was a mutant. But to their dismay, when on one of his check-ups, the doctor’s there told them that he was not, in fact, a mutant. In fact, they had no idea WHAT he was.

After numerous tests, and many nights staying up drinking poorly made coffee, they came to the vague conclusion that his being conceived and raised in the Shadow Shard had somehow altered his biology to an extent that they were no longer sure that he could be called a human being. That, or a world shattering deity had decided to make him the God of the Undead. But they were fairly sure it was the former, rather than the latter.

Taking this in stride, the faithful parents continued to raise him as normally as they could. They taught him Earth-games like soccer, and swimming. Unfortunately, because the very laws of reality in their dimension were different from Earth’s some of their games didn’t work out quite the same way. For instance, when they swam in the liquid native to the dimension, the moment they left the “water” they were completely dry. And occasionally, their soccer or basket balls might just float away f or no particular reason.

And once the day finally came that they would go back to Earth, Jonathan was so incredibly happy. He had grown up in the Shard, had friends there, and felt that it was his home. But the chance to go to the city, the DIMENSION that he had heard so much about was an exhilarating prospect! And he WAS exhilarated. Right up until he went through the giant, familiar portal.

Then things got weird.

The first thing he noticed was that the air and gravity were different. He needed to take deeper breaths, and his body felt light and odd. The next terrifying thing he found out was the sky was a completely wrong color! It was blue! Blue! Of all things!

And it all went downhill from there. The first bath he took on Earth, he practically had a nervous breakdown from the bizarre feeling on his skin, which he later found out was described as “wet.” He did not like being “wet.”

And the tip of the iceberg was when he discovered, that although he had grown at a normal rate in the Shadow Shard, and had lived what had appeared to be 15 years, time worked differently on Earth. He was not 15 years old. He was four.

And one year later, he had been sent to a school for the young super powered. By this time, he had adjusted somewhat the freakishness of this world, but he was still having problems seeing so many people at the same time. Where he had lived, he had had 23 children at the facility. Here, there were… he didn’t even know. Too many to count.

And now he was off to a party for the first time, after spending each night cooped up in his dorm room. School had just ended for the “semester,” whatever that is, and he had been invited to some sort of celebration. He had no idea why they were celebrating, for now he would have to find something to take up his time.

He sighed. Walked up to the dorm room door, opened it, and walked into a loud, excited room that appeared to have been magically widened. There was a faint smell of alcohol in the air. It seemed as if some idiot had already smuggled some low-quality booze into the room. It would only be a matter of time before a teacher showed up to confiscate the contraband. He might as well sit down and attempt to enjoy himself at this “party.”

So he gave himself yet another loud, annoyed sigh, found the closest sofa with no couple making out on it, and slumped down to discover what a party on Earth was like. So far, it was terrible.

((This is it, people! We are started! In case you didn’t catch the memo, we are starting the RP at an end-of-semester party so all our characters can get to know each other. We’ll start doing other stuff later. Come one in and enjoy the fun. J

Also, don’t do what I’m doing here. In other words, this thread SHOULD be IC only. Which means I’m screwing up. Anyway, enjoy yourself. ))

For a school, it sure looked like a prison. Not one to hold back, that was what she had told the old man at the gate. The sinister grin she had recieved in return had been comforting, oddly. He wasn't going to lie to her, and Hideko Yoshihara appreciated it.

She tugged on the collar of her blue uniform shirt. Bad enough she needed a uniform to fight crime, but now she needed one to learn how to fight crime. As Hideko walked down the hallway, dutifully following the signs to 'Admin' her eyes flared with tendrils of purple smokey energy as her fingers vaporized the top two buttons of her shirt. Collar successfully loosened, she stepped into the office.

Fake plants: check. 'Hang in there' kitty poster: check. Middle aged woman in a floral print blouse typing at a computer: check. It was just like her old school's admin office. The lady turned her gaze over Hideko and she felt the dissaproval like a wave.

It couldn't be the shirt, Hideko didn't have the cleavage to flaunt. Was it the hair? She idly wondered. Though her long hair was neatly arranged in two buns carefully pinned in the back with a long slash of bang partially covering her forehead it was a rich, deep purple. Hardly a natural hair color for four foot eleven japanese girls. And it wasn't, she just didn't color it either.

Glaring disaproval right back, Hideko resisted the urge to cross her arms and tap her foot. Instead she reached into her backpack and pulled out a folder. Pulling out the letter she had recieved, she handed it to the woman.

"I have an appointment." Was the tone in her voice haughty? Or just defensive?

The secretary took the letter and glanced over it, then checked with something on her screen. This happened three times. Why, yes. The rude girl wasn't pulling a fast one on you. Hideko waited as patiently as she could, which wasn't very. Her gaze wandered around the room, reading a notice about the end of semester party going on in the dorms today.

She made a bet with herself that they'd try to send her over there to make friends.

"Go ahead, Principal Williams will see you."

Hideko walked into the Principal's office curious to meet the man who was ultimately going to be in charge of her for the next five months of her life, maybe more. Physically, he was impressive, even for an old guy. When he stared at her with those strange gold eyes of his, she flared her own Kheldian enhanced eyes back at him.

He didn't even flinch. She had to give him credit for nerves. Her social worker wouldn't look her in the eyes at all anymore. "Normaly, this is conducted with your guardian present, but as you'll learn, Golden Eagle is used to unusual circumstances Ms. Yoshihara."

What a nice way to say 'no one wants you'.

"The faculty has been made aware, and all permission slips will be forwarded to my office. Your Hero Support Stipend is also being garnished with appropriate costs."

There is no escape. We control the horizontal. We control the vertical.

"The details of your scholarship are no doubt clear to you, so I won't waste our time going over them. Needless to say though, I will not tolerate the truancy I found so prevalent in your previous academic records, no matter your scores--which are also going to need work."

He handed her a three ring binder, "These are the school regulations. Each student recieves one. Your ID, you have. Don't lose it, it accesses your dorm and your cafeteria account. You've been assigned a dorm in the East Wing, Room 207. Pick up your class schedule from Mrs. Monroe on your way out. Do you have any questions?"

"When do I get my life back?"

"When you run away again. Until they catch you. Then you're right back here and it will take even longer. The fastest way? Graduate." His hard, british voice softened for a brief moment, "Though I do hope you won't find it neccessary. This is a home for many children your age, some of whom are in similar circumstances to yours."

That she doubted.

"The students are having a soiree of sorts to celebrate the end of the semester. You should go, introduce yourself to your new classmates."

Now she owed herself ten bucks.

Hideko nodded where appropriate to get out of the room. No way was that man going to flinch. Feet? Meet thin ice.

She collected the paper from Monroe and took a moment to stare at the list of courses. Stuffing the schedule into her pocket, she walked out of the office and tried to her dorm room.

Both beds were bare, linens in the closest, so Hideko tossed her bag onto the right one and walked out. Principals, like social workers, had spies. He'd know if she didn't go to that thing, and she needed to keep the staff off her back.

It wasn't hard to find, really. She just followed the loud bass heavy music until she found herself in a large room full of people who were entirely too comfortable with each other. Navigating the throng of people, Hideko spotted a couch with an empty seat. And even better, the other occupant of the couch was putting out a really impressive 'bored to tears, don't bother me' vibe that even she hesitated. But only for a second.

Sitting down next to the purple skinned boy, Hideko scowled at the uniform skirt and tried a few different sitting positions until she no longer felt awkward with the damn thing.

"If I say Hi will that fulfill my social obligation?" she said to the boy, thinking only on how long she'd have to stay.

Danny 'Target Lad' Troy lurked in the corner, watching... or in some cases very pointedly did not watch... the goings on at this 'party'. The little Archer had never quite figured out the point of these 'mixers', or whatever they were called in the US. They mostly seemed to consist of cliques, make-out sessions, and people like him standing in the corners. Or floating, in his case.

"Rather be facin' down against th'Nemesis Army than this lot..." he muttered, although probably not loudly enough to be heard over the thumping bass line of whatever the noise was that was currently attempting to pass itself off as music. The flickering lights and general dimness were giving him a headache, and if any drunken idiots came over to bug him, he was like as not to taser them.

He sighed. Not that Golden Eagle High wasn't great in its own way, but he'd never quite fit in. At two or three years younger than most of the others (courtesy of skipping a couple of grades to be placed here), along with paradoxically having rather more field experience than most (courtesy of his ongoing apprenticeship with his Uncle, Energon X, who believed quite firmly in 'hands on' training), combined with a distinctly prickly temper, had all added up to him being on the outside looking in. With a resigned shrug, he wondered if this year would be any different. Hopefully there would be a few less crazy people, at least.

The little archer glanced around, floating cross-legged in one corner and holding a crumb-bestrewn napkin. At least there were sweets to be had.

Jon looked up briefly at the new person on the couch. He quickly went over her more obvious features in his head.

Short. Of unknown Asian descent. Obviously bored. Probably a newcomer, even moreso than himself, as she seemed not to know that the uniform was only necessary for the classroom.

Her question was not a rhetorical one, so he decided to answer.

"It works. The name is Jonathan Faathim Christus. Or Jon, if you prefer. I really don't care."

Risking disease, he absently munched on some stale popcorn, pausing a moment to wipe some crumbs off of his black shirt. If anyone was sober enough to notice, there seemed to be a simple picture of a golden, oriental style dragon on the front.

The little android was a rather...odd addition to this party.

Barely four feet tall, nobody would pin that the eight-year-old (looking) girl was actually an upperclassman at Golden Eagle, having advanced to her junior year. Her creator had enrolled her as a freshman, but her flawless grades had prompted the staff to advance her forward. It seemed like a common sense decision, since she was a robot when one got down to it, but this robot was a touch different.

Her AI was procedurally driven instead of hardwired, meaning that she had to learn like a regular human being. Despite her young-looking body, she was actually just on the cusp of becoming a teenager - her thirteenth birthday just around the corner. It usually happened over Christmas break when her school friends were home on vacation, she always noted, chagrined.

But still, Unit S6, known as 'Essex', chatted genially at the party. She fretted over the alcohol being served, but that only made her more determined to stay. After all, her primary function was nanomachine-based recovery systems, so if someone got injured she figured she had better stay to make sure things were all right...

For her part, she had a little milk carton; you know, the single-serving ones; but it was a bright, cheery pink like her audioreceptors and buster arms. Strawberry milk...her favorite.

Dr. West had perfected her taste receptors over the past couple of years, but sweet things still remained her favorite...

"I..."

She opened her mouth to introduce herself, then stopped. An odd expression played across her face, something akin to forgetting where one has put their cell phone.

"I'm Tonbogiri."

She coughed a harsh bitter chuckle, "How about that? You don't care and I can barely decide."

Wishing her skirt had pockets, Tonbogiri laced her fingers together and held her hands in her lap, and felt like a complete doofus doing it. Well, that was one down. She should get face time in with a couple of people, just to cement her presence.

But she didn't get up just yet.

Danny noticed S6 from a distance and brightened. There were a few people he simply couldn't stand attending the school, but the cheery little android was very definitely not one of them. Unfolding his legs, he gained some height and glided over the heads of the partygoers, most of them too involved in their own... whatever... to pay him much attention, dropping the crumby napkin neatly in a rubbish bin as he sailed over it.

He landed neatly next to Essex, and nodded to her. "Hey Ess. Good t'see a friendly face, neh?"

Off to the far corner of the big student party, Ian Kelly slouched in a chair by himself. Occasionally, his eyes shifted to the goings-on of the other students but then sank back to his feet. “*Sigh* Why am I even here?” he huffed to himself, rolling his eyes at the group having a great time at the semester-end party. Even though he wanted to be invisible, Ian did dress to impress; a dab of cologne on his neck, his uniform was neatly pressed and his tie casually loosened which gave him a laid back look. He rested his black uniform coat across one leg and is elbow rested on the other to prop his head up (and he still kept his bokken at his side just in case). Overall, he seemed miserable.

Since the happenings at the start of the previous school session, Ian has been working especially hard to lay low. At best, his friends would just assume he disappeared or moved to another school and at worse, he would seem like he was intentionally avoiding anyone he knew. Ian just wanted to forget issues from then and start with a new slate this semester, but with the curse looming over him, he knew there were still issues to resolve.

“Hey! Ian!” came a shout from Ian’s left, “What’s up, man?”

Ian met the voice with a raised eyebrow. It was Darren, a junior and one of the guys of the popular clique. Ian occasionally helped the guy with his algebra homework but it was more of a one-way friendship. You know, one stumbles upon the other in the library and bugs him to help study. “Heh, hi,” Ian mumbled back.

“What’s the matter?” Darren asked, handing the reclusive swordsman a styrofoam cup. “Cheer up, buddy! Hey, I know. There’s a friend of mine and I was telling her about you. She seems interested so why don’t ‘cha go talk to her?” After a nudging elbow to Ian’s shoulder, Darren finished off his own cup.

“No thanks, I think I’ll pass,” Ian sighed as he stared in his cup.

Apparently not taking no for an answer, Darren pulled Ian up by the arm and drug him through the crowd to his waiting group of friends by the punch bowl table. ‘Hi’s were exchanged and hands shook but Ian kept his dejected demeanor. As the group chatted away, Ian kept to himself, sipping his cup of punch to keep himself occupied. Soon, more students joined the party and it got a bit crowded and, seemingly from some random person, another cup of punch was handed his way.

Tonbogiri. Possibly Japanese? Korean? Or some other possibility he had not yet considered?

"Fascinating."

Getting an odd stare, he directed attention from his seemingly random outburst.

"I might as well ask now. What are your powers, how did you get them, what do you plan on using them for, etc, etc, etc..."
Although he continued to sound bored out of his mind, he looked mildly interested in whatever her answer may be.

"Oh! Hi, Danny!"

Essex beamed up at her classmate, bobbing her head. She didn't really dress in any special way for the party, and her short, scruffy blond hair looked like it was brushed very quickly, but it stayed out of her way, and Essex liked it like that.

Giggling a little at Danny, she threw him a sheepish smile. "Yes, it is. I've never understood why people like to drink so much at parties. I mean, I know people who sometimes have a hard time talking to others lose many of their inhibitions, but....if you drink too much, you.... I don't really see the appeal of losing control of yourself!"

She sighed, swirling the pink milk in her carton.

"But, I don't think anything I say is going to change their minds. So the least I can do is be here in case something bad happens. And the semester DID just end, so people want to relax."

Brightening, Essex looked up at Danny, her green eyes glowing a little in the darkness. It wasn't a blaring light in the least; in fact, one could hardly even tell that her eyes glowed during the daytime. But in the dim light of the party, they stuck out a little bit, displaying her status as 'on' and 'ready'.

"Aren't you glad exams are over? The chemistry exam I had was awful!"

Mario Blanc hummed happily in the backseat of his parent's car. His head was sore as all get out, but just like always, he couldn't help poking his new braids. He didn't understand it, his cousin must have something out for him, the girl definitely tried to draw blood every time she laid hands on his head. He stopped his idle act of self torture long enough to drum his fingers loudly on the shiny metal briefcase holding his Vibro-gauntlets. Today was a sad day for his parents, but a good one for him.

Mario leaned back and thought about the weeks before.

Two Weeks ago, The Blanc's Apartment in Galaxy City:

“Ma I've got super-powers now! There's nothing else I CAN do but be a super-hero!”

His mother was screaming at the top of her lungs, and her cafe-au lait face was bright red, her French Quarter accent was slipping.

“ BOY you ain't got no DAMN powers! You got them shaker- gloves you stole from that po' man down the street, and-”

Mario Jumped in

“NO! Remember! Those doctors did that stuff! I'm “slightly past Peak human!”

the last part of that sentence said with all the enthusiasm it certainly didn't deserve. She twisted up her mouth and turned to his father who was statuesque in his silence. Mario looked up with hope, just at the top of his box hair cut, like he always did. Mario's hope was legendarily infectious.

“Right dad? Tell her!”

he turned back to his mother

”That means I'm better than everybody at everything!... I think, I know I'm faster than

everybody at school now!”
The stone-faced man snorted, his nostrils flaring

“ yeah, that mean the boy's barely super-powered....”

Mario's joy radiated from him and almost lit up the room-

“...because he tortured those scientists until they performed illegal and DANGEROUS.STUPID. EXPERIMENTS ON HIM!”

This joy dipped slightly, but not enough.
“ That's not fair, when Kiara plays that stuff all day, you won't believe ME when I call it torture!”

Mr. Blanc's hard face twitched into a smile. In her room, Kiara was hollering something unintelligible and probably obscene. Mr. Blanc Couldn't help but chuckle at that. But Mrs. Blanc was'nt having it

“Boy! You left this house wit' a radio, a Tent, A sleeping bag, and a baseball bat. now what in the hell did you do with that bat?”

Mario smiled and lowered his head

“Well, these Crey guys showed up, saying it was their formula But IT's OKAY! See, there were other heroes there! I got to help a bit,and that's what happened to the bat by the way, and then I went back to the plan! Only took a day, so it's all good! And Like I was saying, I was doing my thing, out there, on the streets, when one of the cops told me I had to be registered, and-and, like, I could'nt be registered until I had proper training. This school, is just for training supers, and it's full of superheroes! Isn't that awesome!?”

He grinned so wide Mr. Blanc was quite sure his face would crack in half and fly apart. Mrs. Blanc just sighed. “dammit boy” Her husband just chuckled and put his arms around her. He looked to his beaming son with a knowing smile

“Why do I feel like this is all just some complicated plan to get out of normal school?” Mario already knew what that meant.

Last Week, Dr. Hama's Home workshop:

The sounds of the latest bubblegum pop/R&B girl duo blared through the Hall's of the D.A.T.A. Technician's humble home. It had been doing that for the last day and a half. So to, had this lovely exchange:
“Please?”
“NO!”
“Pleeeeeeaaaasase?”
“NO!”
“PLLLEEEEEEAAAASSE?”
“DAMMIT, NO! MARIO!”

The brown-skinned boy leaning on the counter grinned sheepishly “Gawd, Mr-” the tall Asian man snarled “DR.!”
Mario Grinned wider “Dr. Hama, you let me take them out ever since I got my powers.”
Dr. Hama rubbed his temples

“yes, and I've regretted it every day since then, but I'm not going to let you have them permanently, you're fifteen”

Mario Shrugged and shook his head
“Welll, that's too bad, I mean, it's not like I'm going to a training ground for next generation's heroes, where recruiters from all the big organizations come, you know, to recruit n'stuff. But hey, I guess you're right, Better to try and ship your patent around the old fashioned way, right? And hey, until then, YOU can use it to help people”

If the poor boy had been privy to the technician's private thoughts, he might have recognized some of his older sister's favorite words. Dr. Hama simply gritted his teeth and said “I'll.... have to... make.... a secure... case.... for them..” Mario smiled his massive smile.

Outside Golden Eagle High School, now:
Mario stopped tapping out a beat on his shiny, fancy, Secure briefcase. And sat forwards as the high gate of the school came into view. His mother and father had been very quiet the whole trip there. But as Dad helped him gather all his bags his mom called out to him.

“You Watch out for dem mutants honey... and those Aliens, the Vanguard said they're dangerous, but I know they got some alien heroes.”
Mario smiled his big, big, smile.

“It's cool, mom. I'm a superhero!”

They had already met the principle earlier that week, so he just needed to settle in before the next semester started.
He hustled off to his dorm to drop off his things, He didn't waste time look at his roommate's stuff, he heard there was a party going on!

Mario busted in the door like a raiding police officer
“HI GUYS! Rumble's HERE! Where's the party?!”

Outside the admin building, two people suddenly appeared from nowhere, only a slight flash of golden light announcing their arrival. The younger one had the look of a potential student, and from the matching orange-ish brown hair and caucasian skin tone it would be easy to think the older one, presumably the instigator of the apparent teleport, was the girl's mother. Oddly enough, such was exactly the case. The girl at least had some form of power, as she was hovering maybe half a foot off the ground. "I still don't see why I have to go to school here", she complained. "I mean school in general I can sort of accept I guess but why's it gotta be here, now? And why can't I at least keep my stuff?"

That last bit apparently was something that'd been explained probably more than once already, if the look the older woman gave to her daughter was any indication. "Yeah, I know. Polluting the timestream and all that crud. Like Ouroboros doesn't do that enough already, not as if I'd make that much difference."

"Perhaps not, but we don't want to add things cause by our own daughter of all people to the already long list of messes to clean up", the mother answered, obviously very sick of having this conversation. "And before you ask, no you can't just keep travelling around with us. You need to learn to control your powers, and this is as good a place as any to do it. And stop hovering will you, before you forget how to walk." The daughter just gave her a rude gesture in response, and she sighed. "Fine. Come on, then." She proceeded inside, the girl hovering along behind her.

Some time later the pair of them emerged again, the girl carrying a couple of sheets of paper, a three ring binder and an ID card. "Why do they need so many rules anyway?", she wondered aloud to no one in particular. "Ninety percent of them are basic common sense anyway." She doubted she'd ever open them, let alone actually read them. "So.... you're going now then?", she asked, still sounding hopeful that she might be taken along anyway.

"Unless you want us to hang around for a while and embarrass you in front of your new classmates, yes", her mother answered with a faint hint of amusement. "If not, we'll go attend to things elsewhen."

The girl shook her head. "No thanks, life's gonna be miserable enough without adding that to."

"Alright then. You remember how to contact us, if you need to?" At that the girl nodded. "Alright then. Supposedly there's a party tonight, why don't you go and introduce yourself?" The two of them shared a hug, before the mother vanished again in that same golden light. The girl stared at where she'd been for several long moments before finally sighing to herself and walking off towards the dorms. May as well dump this waste of paper before I go say hi to people..., she thought to herself as she climbed the stairs to her room, checking one of the bits of paper she held to make sure she had the right one before opening the door, casually dumping the binder onto her bed - she'd moved in earlier - and closing the door again.

Figuring the party was probably the building with the lights on and the music, she wandered over in that direction. Pausing at the door, she looked around at the people wondering which one was the roommate she hadn't met yet. Sighing again, she went inside and mostly just dodged around people until she found a spot to sit down. Sure there was a purple skinned guy sitting just next to it but it was the only seat nearby that wasn't taken so meh. "You mind if I sit there?", she asked the guy before she sat down. Who knows, he might want his space. Early twentieth century people might be weird like that.

Still, compared to him at least she looked normal. Well, until you looked at her eyes. For a distance they looked normal but up close even the most unobservent would notice the small flecks of bluish-white light dancing in them. She hoped they wouldn't scare too many people away.

Danny grinned faintly at the small healer. "T'be honest, I'm na rememberin' a whole lot about exams. Th'whole lot happen a' th'same time, an' it all gets sorta jumbled together. But aye, I can be agreein' tha' 'tis good they're over." he told Essex. "As to th'stupidity wi' alchohol an' whatnot, 'm thinkin' tha' 'tis regarded as 'adult' or summat- waste o' time if'n ye're asking me." He changed his voice, in a bad attempt at imitating a California accent "Yeah, dude, t'was an awesome party las' night- I was so wasted, I don' 'member a thing!" The little archer shook his head. "Aye, an' I'm sure t'wa' grand time, 'tis nae as if ye'd know if it wasn't..." he added sardonically, his voice returning to normal.

He glanced around. "So, d'ye think we'll be getting more new arrivals? 'tis always around now tha' we seem t'be gettin' even more than usual..." Before he even managed to finish the sentence, the door bounced open, clipping his shoulder and knocking him sprawling. Somebody calling himself 'Rumble' exploded through the door and demanded to know where the party was, earning him a withering glare from Danny.

The little archer kicked the door back shut, not much caring whether or not it hit Rumble in the face in the process, and scrambled to his feet, rubbing his shoulder. "Welcome t'th'party, y'great git." he yelled over the alleged music. "If'n th' intolerabl' loud... music... stupid lights, and idiots retching in the bushes outside isnae enough o' a clue, ye've found it. And do they nae ha' doorknobs where ye're from?"

It wasn't the Urban Fellow of Merry Wit's fault. Tonbogiri had an active dislike of cheerful people. Gliding through life assuming that things have little bow on top happy @#$!%^ endings. It could have been any individual, but alas, for the boy, he had spoken first.

Hoping that she knocked some of the cheerfulness out of him, she said, "When nobody wants you, they're the people who shove you into closets so the city doesn't look bad."

Watching Jon reanimating the chicken brought some mirth to Tonbogiri's face. It was likely using one's powers to harass other students was against the rules in that book she'd likely never bother to read, but Tonbogiri didn't much concern herself with it. After all, his actions were his responsibility.

Prompted by Jon's statement, she looked around the room, her eyes flaring with purple energy as she scanned for other nictus. She didn't spot any here at the party, but the new girl had some kind of Kheldian energy within her. Tonbogiri looked at her and nodded in a 'hello' kind of fashion.

Jon frowned at this "Rubbly" character, or whatever the heck he said his name was. Average height. Medium brown skin. Possibly of Latin American descent. Obnoxious. Stupid. Has no idea what is going on around him.

Jon could already tell that this idiot needed to be ground into the dust, if for no other reason than that horrifying smile was obviously stuck on his face. It was possible that being repeatedly beaten may help him with his frozen expression.

With this rather anti-social thought in his head, Jonathan looked over at the two girls next two him.

"Get a load of that guys. Would you all like to go make ourselves acquainted?" His tone of voice and malicious smile told them that his motives were not exactly nice.