School For Gods (Kamigami no tame no gakkō)

Nadia forced her mind to relax. After a few minutes, gravity turned back to normal. Nadia pulled herself to her feet, and bowed towards Mr. Gunn. "I apologize, Mr. Gunn. I was startled and lost control." She explained, then promptly 'dropped' and started doing push-ups....poorly.

 

Grant got up and rubbed his head after listening to what Gunn said. "I might be able to, Mr. Gunn." He told him as he went over to where Roy and Sam were. "I don't think this will fix anything that's broken, but it'll heal any bruises, cuts and eternal bleeding she might have." Grant looked a bit hesitant at first since he knew what it was he'd have to do to fix her. Putting his hand on her head, Grant closed his eyes and concentrated. Before they're eyes, Ming Yue's cuts began to heal. Grant removed his hand and looked at Roy. "Please don't tell her what I did. It wasn't healing magic or anything. In order to do that I had to screw around with her cells and DNA, make her body's ability to heal evolve as it were. Most people would get mad if they knew someone rewrote them a bit as it were." Shortly after saying that Grant got up. "You should still take her to the nurse though."

 

He watched as more people started showing up to the battletrack. Then Gunn showed up and gave his little instruction speech. He waited awhile before getting up. People where all ready passing out, being made to do push up, and so on. He picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Walking over to one of the dummies his fingers started glowing, but only his fingers to try and keep from using to much power. He back handed the chest of the dummy and the whole thing blew apart. He turned around and walked passed Gunn patting him on the shoulder "I guess I failed" he said as he was patting him on the shoulder. He walked over to the fainted girl and the people around her, "I think it would be a good idea to get her to the nurses office." He walked back to where he had been laying and threw his backpack down and laid down again.

 

Joseph walked up to one of the dummies, he tenses and punches the space in front of the dummy. 'Maybe I should just break the top half, it would make life easier. Or I should just cut the line like Mr. Gunn said, he seems a bit short tempered.' Joseph sighs, he straightens out his right hand, his claws comes out and strikes through the middle of the dummy. He tries to pull out his hand out of the dummy, after a few pulls Joseph realised his hand is stuck. He forcefully pulls his hand out of the dummy making a hole in the middle. He straightens out his left arm and extends his claws. He quickly spun in a circle ten times, but looked like he did one big spin. The top half of the dummy fell off showing a well done cut with a little curve in the middle at top.
"I wonder, is that accepted?"
Joseph shrugged his shoulders and just walked off.

 

OOT: I'm just gonna go with all the tentacle creatures except for the one that is holding Laine have been eliminated.

Laine fought as the thing dragged her closer and closer to its center. She'd stumbled on videos of this kind of thing one night and knew her fate wouldn't be pretty once secured in the monster's clutches. Thrash, bite, and claw at the dirt as much as she wanted, the thing's hold on her was absolute. Finally she was dragged before the beast's body. Eyes screwed shut from the unknown horror, she peeked first through one eye then opened the other. The thing that had her in it's slimy tendrils wasn't some hideous beast, it was a super adorable blob. The thing made an odd bubbling sound and seemed to look at her inquisitively. Laine simply stared back into its eyes.

(She had no experience with cute animals in fantasy games. This lack of knowledge didn't make her afraid of cute cuddly things with happy expressions. The blank eyed stares of the untamed hunger, the supposed smile that concealed the fangs and the "blush" spots on both cheeks that were in reality, poison sacs.)

Reaching out a hand, the tendrils had given her movement back now that she was assuredly the small blob's prey. Laine put her hand on the thing's cheek and felt the warm ooze nuzzle her palm and make a cute sound. Right then and there she knew what had to be done. Taking the blob into both arms she carefully hugged it to her chest with a huge smile on her face. The blob nuzzled her chest and made a series of bubbling noises that vaguely resembled "Mamma."
"I am your mamma." Laine said cheerfully as the blob reluctantly released its hold on her body. "Let's see, you need a name." She said holding the blob out at arms length. Looking into its happy expression and the feeling of warmth as her hands were gently being pulled into its center, a flash of childish inspiration flooded her. "I will call you Mr. Oozey. You will forever by my Ooze. We will love one another and snuggle one another and be the bestest of friends!" With an embarrassed giggle, Laine embraced Mr. Oozey again. Sitting contentedly on the ground with the purring ball of slime in her arms, the rest of the world sort of faded from her awareness.

Crouching down over one of the slain puddles of slime, Eren looked down into the translucent green corpse with curiosity. Putting her hand on the surface, she tasked a swarm of herself to collect samples of the creature's structure. She didn't stop until the puddle had been fully absorbed into her body. Standing up and moving slowly to the sideline of the Battletrack, Eren began to collate her data.

Sarah flicked the slime from her body with ease. The green goo falling to the ground in a large number of puddles. Turning to where her brother was waving his arms like a lunatic in a mad attempt to dislodge the slime, she began to laugh.

Getting madder by the second, Riley continued to flail in vain to get the green goop off of his body. He spun angrily when he heard laughter. "Instead of snickering over there," he growled irritably, "Why don't you give me a hand Sarah?"
Still laughing his sister came over and helped him get the goo off of himself.

"I know your yearbook name." Sarah said trying to suppress her laughter. "Thrasher." She said and doubled over in laughter as Riley simply fumed.



In a secret hideout at some point in the future.......

Vladia grumbled as she flopped onto the old leather couch. Puffs of dust spat out into the air and the small specks floated around like insects. The crummy apartment had been a penthouse once upon a time and a long time ago. The building that it had been the top of had sank down into the New York Marsh until the penthouse was all that remained. It was here that the small trio of terrorists for hire sat patiently and plotted.
She let out the pent up sigh, a mixture of relief at not being crushed to death and annoyance of almost having been killed without having positively identified the target. Why Eli had felt the need to use a new member out of the blue like that... it was uncharacteristic. Making a mental note to scream the new member deaf when they showed up, Vladia closed her eyes and allowed herself to rest.
The sound of the locks snapping open brought her out of her doze. Aiming a big handgun at the door, Vladia prepared herself for an assault. The door swung open and a snowboarder clumped in followed by a young girl dressed all in white.
"Grunt! What have I told you about not saying anything before you come in?" Vladia growled as the handgun disintegrated. The man turned his tinted goggles towards her but said nothing. Her gaze shifted to the girl hiding behind Grunt's leg and her voice softened. "Is this who Eli sent you to find?" Grunt nodded.
"Papa? Who is this woman?" The little girl asked curiously. Papa? Vladia thought confused. Does she think Grunt is her father?

"What's your name, sweetie?" Vladia asked the girl getting off the couch and kneeling in front of her. Up close now, she saw the slightly feverish look in the girl's uncovered eye. The white bandage and outfit combined with the girl's pale skin and blonde hair gave her the odd impression of being a spectre.
"Claire." The girl said shyly.
"Claire, that's a beautiful name. How old are you Claire?"
The girl thought about this for a few moments. "I'm ten she finally answered." Vladia shot a glance up to Grunt who simply shrugged. Dragging a ten year old girl into this? What the hell was Eli thinking?
"I apologize for my impatience earlier." Claire said, her voice and demeanor shifting from an uncertain child to someone much older than Vladia's twenty-seven years.
"You almost killed me." Vladia stated, confused by Claire's new attitude.
"I saw that you were not within the blast of my detonation. As per my instructions, I couldn't hesitate due to the nature of the target."
"Right. But I'm not sure if the target was even in the building or not."
"Oh." Claire said. She knuckled at her remaining eye and yawned.
"Are you tired?" Vladia asked and Claire nodded. The ancient awareness that had inhabited her a moment ago was now gone and the ten year old girl was back. "Grunt here will take you to your room and make sure you're all settled in. Does that sound good?" Claire nodded and took Grunt's hand.
The silent man led the young girl off into the penthouse. With a curious look, Vladia followed the pair until they were out of sight then laid back down on the couch. Running a hand through her shock of white hair, she let out a weary sigh.


Kali was quiet as she wandered purposefully towards where the now demolished resort had stood. The police and military blockades and patrols made movement near the area risky. She approached the main checkpoint into the cordoned off area, conscious to appear as nonthreatening as a desert nomad could be. As she got close she saw that there was an older woman arguing with the guards.
"Look, I already told you who I am. Let me in!" The woman demanded in a bizarrely familiar voice.
"I'm sorry ma'am. Your identity is suspect. How about you tell us your real name and we'll see what access you have." The soldier said in a bored tone hinting at annoyance.
"As I've already informed you, my name is Cecilia Fairgrove." The woman said. Kali froze at the name. The soldier let out an exasperated sigh.
"Ma'am, Cecilia Fairgrove has been dead for over four hundred years. Unless you want me to take you in for questioning, I suggest you leave immediately."
With animated grumbling the woman turned and walked off. Kali kept an eye on her as she approached the gate.
"So I take it no one is allowed in?" She asked the soldier curiously.
"Not unless you have authorization." He said huskily.
"Oh. I was just wondering if a friend of mine was okay. She was staying at a hotel near the one that got... crushed."
"Information on the dead and missing can be found at the police HQ. If there's nothing else, move along." He said.
Kali thanked him and then hurried off after the woman who was claiming to be her.

"How's our new arrival?" Eli asked standing in the doorway to his Command Center. It was the lofty name he gave to the small room where he liked to keep his gaming supplies.
"Grunt put her to bed a bit ago." Vladia told him without looking from the small TV. Eli took a drink from the fridge and plopped down next to her.
"I see the two of you aren't trying to kill one another on sight anymore." He said taking a sip from the faded can.
Vladia gave him a small chuckle at that.
"I suppose we've come to a truce." She said.
When Eli had first brought the silent man into their group, the two had instantly hated each other. For Grunt it was because Vladia was a demon. For her, it was because the silent man kept trying to kill her and stake her to a crucifix. The man had just been ordained a priest when his church was burned around him, his parish slaughtered. They had effectively been at war with one another, Vladia unloading on him with her infinite arsenal while Grunt had simply deflected every shot and then attempted to decapitate her with an axe. They had been brought into a hesitant truce after Eli had gotten tired of their fighting one morning. (He had just gotten a new set of models for his favorite game and their fight had made him accidentally break one.)
"So what do you think of her, V?" Eli asked mindlessly watching the hijacked news broadcast.
"She's ten."
"That gravity bomb ability of hers is terrifying isn't it?"
"She's. Ten."
"Add on that portal ability of hers, then there's her divine sight."
"Eli! She's only ten years old!" Vladia said loudly in annoyance.
"Yeah, well... dangerous things come in small packages. Like the chemical weapons back in World War I."
"Except none of the armies in World War I used ten year old girls who had just been broken out of a psychiatric hospital as weapons."
"If they had Powers back then they would have." Eli said grimly. He finally looked at her. "You really don't like us borrowing her abilities, do you?"
"Of course I am! What about her family?"
"Wiped out during a blizzard on a skiing trip. Immediate and extended all gone in one storm. Except for her."
Vladia sighed and laid her head on the pillow snuggled up into one of the arm rests.
"Don't worry so much. We can always be the kid's family."
"And what about Fairgrove Asylum? Won't they be sending people after her?"
"One thing at a time, V. You should probably get some sleep. The plan moves ahead tomorrow."
Turning off the TV, Eli gave her a pat on the shoulder before heading back into the CC. In all honesty he hated the idea of using the kid just as much as V and probably Grunt did. But to pull off what their client was paying them for, she was a vital asset they needed. He just hoped that this wasn't going to be the job that broke their small band up. Not after all the trouble he went to to put it together.

Burying her face into the join between the back padding of the couch and the seat cushions, Vladia took a deep breath of the musty, soothing aroma and drifted off to sleep.

 

She woke up enough to sit up while being propped up by something. There was something off about everything, though. Her arms had no scratches, the pain she felt was minimal, and to be quite honest, she noticed there were no scratches on her body at all. Even the papercut from two days ago was completely nonexistent. Confused, she looked around to see that everything had subsided thanks to her alien beasts, but that was just the calm before the storm.
Through the crowd of students she could see Mr. Gunn staring daggers at her. Trying to get out of his line of sight, she laid down and summoned Laygwin so she could finally fill out that form the majority of the students had finished already.
"Let's see..." She pulled a pen out of her pocket and quickly started to fill out the form.

Rooming arrangements: Anything. I'm assuming this is co-ed rooming? Pair me with a male student. I believe that would be pretty entertaining.
Allergies: Dairy products.
Limiters: I've already put a few mental limiters on myself, but I guess it would be good to keep my anger in check.
Features you would like to have access to in your room: Permission to brew tea if that's possible. I would ask for wifi and all that junk, but I'm sure my potential roommate has that under control.
Will you explode if any part of you gets punched: Not that I am aware of.

"Will you explode if any part of you gets punched. What kind of question is that?" She scoffed and gave the paper back to Laygwin to turn it in.
No longer feeling totally exhausted, she attempted to try and stand up to attempt to navigate her way off of the battletrack and back into the building. For some reason, there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that the reason she had passed out was due to an action that probably would get her embarrassed easily if it's mentioned sometime in the future. At this point in time, the only thing on Ming Yue's mind was to sneak off to the pool and spend a relaxing hour or two there alone.
She could stand up alright, but her knees still felt a bit weak. Deciding to chance it, she attempted to limp away towards the building before getting caught. It didn't occur to her that shifting into the size of a small turtle would help her better until she ended up tripping on air and falling face first into someone's penis causing them to fall over as well.

 

OOT: Sorry for leaving everyone hanging, the last few days have been kinda cray cray if you know what I mean.


After the whole situation with Ming Yue is worked out, I smile and wave goodbye to her as she walks out.
"Don't forget to visit the nurse, okay? Better safe than sorry!"
I turn back around to Mr. Gunn and give him a quick salute! I didn't even mean to...it just kinda happened naturally.
"Mr. Gunn, sir! Have we been properly dismissed for the day, or is there more training to undertake?! If we are free to go...I would like to find out who used that strange ability to throw me to the ground earlier! If not, I will gladly save my personal business for later in order to learn as much as I can from your wise tutelage, Mr. Gunn, sir!"

 

Mr Gunn looked very dubious about the process of events in his class, and spent the next few moments making jots on a notepad. When he had concluded, he spoke abruptly.
"EVERYONE IS FREE TO GO! YOUR NEXT CLASS WITH MRS MARSEILLES WILL COMMENCE IN ONE HOUR! YOU WILL BE ALERTED FIVE MINUTES PRIOR TO IT'S START! DO NOT MISS IT!" Calming himself down a little, he addressed the entire class. "Your performances and aptitude as well as attitude to these teachings will be reflected in this school's treatment of you. Meaning that IF YOU WOULD RATHER NAP OR SUNBATHE RATHER THAN PAY ATTENTION GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR LIVING ARRANGEMENTS!!" he bellowed in the relaxing boy's direction. "We here will not hand you everything we can on a plate to watch you squander it like lazy good-for-nothing MAGGOTS! You will WORK for your treats like ANIMALS! And when you work hard enough, you will grow from ANIMALS TO GODS! YOU ARE NOW DISMISSED!!"
Usse breathed a sigh of relief... then Mr Gunn bore down on him.
"OH NO!!"
"OH YOU'RE NOT ESCAPING ME, MAGGOT! YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO BREAK YOUR DUMMY!"
"I CAN'T, SIR!"
Mr Gunn's temple bulged. "YOU CAN'T!? SON, I DID NOT FIGHT MY WAY OUT OF AN OVERRUN TOP-SECRET SUBTERRANEAN COMPOUND FILLED TO THE TEETH WITH BLOODTHIRSTY UNDEAD WARTHOGS BECAUSE SOMEONE SAID I "CAN'T"!! NOW RUN AROUND THAT FIELD TWENTY TIMES!! I WILL WATCH YOU DO IT AND I SWEAR IF I CATCH YOU CHEATING I WILL MAKE YOU CRAWL AROUND IT FIFTY TIMES!! Also, madam," he said to the girl doing pressups, "you are dismissed as well. I appreciate the method at peacekeeping though, you've got the right spirit." Then back to Usse. "GET THOSE FAT LEGS PUMPING YOU WORTHLESS REJECTED EXCUSE FOR A SCUM-EATING WORM! HOP TO IT BEFORE I MAKE YOU EAT THE OFFAL OF THE SCHOOL'S PIGSTY! MOVE!!"
Usse took off around the field, Mr Gunn effortlessly keeping pace and hurling insults the entire way.

 

She got up and brushed the dirt off of herself before apologizing to the student she knocked over. She extended an arm out to help them up, but they seemed to just ignore it. Off in the distance she heard Roy saying something to her about getting to the nurse's office which was followed by Mr. Gunn yelling something about the next class meeting starting in an hour.
"Thanks Roy, I will..." She answered him halfheartedly.
The only thing on her mind at the moment was getting out of sight and blending in. She remembered seeing some sort of koi pond in a garden on campus in the map. That was more than perfect for her to just stay away from the others. Of course there was a pool, but chances are that would be full of students. No one would ever be suspicious of a turtle in a koi pond. Millions of thoughts swam through her head about what had happened so far that day, and to be quite honest, she was already feeling exhausted.
After a couple of question and some instances of getting lost, Ming Yue finally found the garden. It was quaint and secluded, making her feel that much more comfortable. Hoping to not be caught by any students, she hid behind a bush before shrinking down to a turtle. Once that was all finished, she crawled out from under the bush making a beeline straight for the pond. She got in the water to laze around a bit and mulled over all of her worries, soon to climb up onto a rock and fall asleep in the sun to dry off.

 

I bow to Mr. Gunn as he's leaving with another student.
"THANK YOU MR. GUNN, SIR!"
Let's see...I think that student's name was Usse. I kinda feel bad for the guy. But on the other hand, doesn't he have some kind of power that can help break a dummy? I mean, come on, it wasn't even that difficult. Wait, what am I doing?! I don't have time to just sit around here! That other student might already be on the way out! I take a few steps forward and call out to the students.
"Before you go, I have a question! A few moments ago during training I was attacked by some mysterious force that threw me to the ground. I believe it was the work of one of our fellow students! If that is the case, I would like to know who committed such a brazen act of violence and what they have to say for themselves after such an act! If you call yourself a man or woman of honor, I ask that you step forward now!!"
That should do it! At the very least, this will give whoever did it a chance to acknowledge their mistake and apologize properly.

 

"Well... That was... Pretty interesting to say the least." Sam sighed. "I never even got to attack a dummy... Oh well I guess." She shrugged then looked to Grant. "Well, We have an hour before the next class starts. What do you wanna do?"

 

"Mom, I'm going!"
A cloud of ash rose before him.
"Why do you even do that she died the day you got your powers. Remember she ran away afraid of you and got hit by a car in the street."
"Unsummon"
The cloud dispersed.
"Summon Demon Level 1 class teleporter."
The ground buzzed and with a flash of red light a glob of flesh appeared before him it bubbled and spit out fumes of gas. It began to wrap around him consummating him and in an instant he was spit out in front of a school.
"Summon demon Level 1 class librarian."
A man wearing a cloak appeared before him handing him a piece of paper filled out. And with a flash the man was gone.
The paper read:
Rooming arrangements- The roof preferably a small tent
Allergies- None
Limiters-None
Features you would like to have access to in your room- Solitude
"You wrote none on the limiters section. You know I can barely control summoning you guys."
A weight appeared on his back. It felt like someone holding onto him then he realized there was a knife to his neck.
"And you should know you're one of our few ways to get to the human world. So we'll behave during your tests and stuff so we're not locked up but other than that its going to stay normal."
"Can I at least have a normal room, maybe bunk with someone."
"NO!"
He wandered his way to the headmasters office to report being late and get a rundown on what he missed at the assembly.
Voices appeared in his head.
"Remember you blab about us we take control of you and summon the big boss. You have complete access to hell and heaven when it comes to summoning so don't go summoning any angels. Also just for future reference the only reasons you don't need to cast or use circles is cause we're fueling you with our power - rebel against us and you lose that."

 

OOT: And time to catch up.....

Target practice? Really that's what this is, I expected some form of testing our powers but something this basic? If i had to assume most of the students have at least one offense powers, and have done that them selfs. As I think to my self I see some attacking the dummies, then a sudden change in them, the turned to tentacles. Or maybe not..... guess a few hadn't tried to get their powers under control yet, then again not many had discovered their powers early on like i did. The tentacles then were destroyed by something, another students power it looks like.
"Ah so there are some who have style..." I say to my self with a smile.
Warning shift in gravity detected, system attempting to correct
About the time that alarm in my head went off everyone smacked into the ground, I nearly face planted but seems the system caught it in time to keep me up right. Shit who the hell did that?! I guess everyone is starting to get flash all of a sudden..... Well, I already did a flashy entrance, might as well do the same here.

I step forward toward a large circle group of dummies. My helmet engages and covers my face completely; machine-guns appear on my armor and the rocket pods open up ready to be fired. In all for another person view I looked like sci-fi armored warrior with a knight theme helmet.
Targeting active: purple rings priority targets, secondary targets dummies
"And show time"
An explosion of sound erupted a second later as the machine guns opened fire ripping the dummies apart in seconds. The high caliber bullets made quick work of the thin circles and sent limbs into the air, but as the falling rockets turn them into ash. A hellstorm of bullets and rockets are sent out as i calmly walk over to a single dummy. I ready my plasma blade and slice clean through the line in a single swing. With the dummies destroyed i turn back around to see the amaze of my fellow students, but to my surprise most are looking at a girl yelling at Mr. Gunn.
"EH HEY COME ON YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT WASN'T AWESOME"
No one seemed to notice, as they are more concerned about the girl, which she had just fainted. Several other students seemed to help her and she was back up in no time. Hmmmmm she was really yelling at Gunn, brave girl. If the data is right that is Ming Yue, think I'll just try and confirm that. But as I go to walk over she seems to be trying to leave, Got to catch up.

I follow the girl a distance away trying to talk to her but end up losing her near the pond.
"Where did she go?"
I look around but seems almost no one is around, Damn.
"*grumble* ah, i keep forgetting power use is realted to my hunger" I say to my self while making a light clone.
"Got over to the vending machine and get me some snacks, 40 should be enough now GO" I hand my light clone the money and he runs off. I sit down by the pond think of where she could have gone....

 

Feeling warmed up, she woke up from her small nap startled to see someone else had come to sit next to the pond. He seemed to be in some degree of thought. Not knowing what to do, she hurried away from the edge of the pond and hid by the bushes trying to see what he was thinking about. Surely he'd mention something about it to himself sooner or later.
After a good fifteen minutes or so, she started to feel hungry, but she didn't want to leave just in case he hinted at what he was thinking about. Giving up on hiding, she crawled behind the bush to change back again. Brushing off the dirt from her clothes, she came up behind him and sat on the pond side opposite to stranger. He looked familiar to her but she wasn't able to put her finger on it. Deciding to break the silence, she prepared to ask him who he was but was promptly interrupted before she even started by a figure of light coming back and taking the stranger's attention.
"What... how many snacks does one person require?" She thought to herself while focusing on the figure of light. It also wasn't until then that she really realized how hungry she was. That small piece of cake didn't really hold her over until dinner very well and her stomach was determined to make the world know. And just like that, instead of a normal greeting of 'hello I'm so and so' Ming Yue's stomach did all the talking.
Embarrassed at what just happened, she turned 5 shades of red and spoke extremely soft, "H-hello... is there someone you're looking for?" She avoided eye contact.

 

My light clone came back with the snacks I wanted but no change of the forty dollars i gave him.
"What no change?" I ask him, knowing that there has to be something. He only shakes his head trying to deny it, I give him a look and he hands over the money. He then dissipates and I am left with my snacks; chips, drinks, even a few boxed lunches. I grab a bag a chips and disengage my helmet to start eating when I hear a sound, a stomach growl.
"H-hello..." My ears twitch slightly as i hear a ever so faint voice I turn to see who it is.
"..is there someone you're looking for?" My jaw nearly drops, the girl i had lost appeared in front of me red faced. Was that her stomach? After about a second of silence i speak.
"Actually yes.. I was looking for a girl who had yelled at one of the teachers. She seemed very brave and I wanted to meet her, you wouldn't know where she went would you?" I avoided saying 'Yeah I looking for you' as she had already disappeared once didn't need to spook her now."She also seemed to have gotten hurt or worked up so i wanted make sure she was alright and made it to the nurse if need be" Ming Yue's stomach growled once again.
"Here, take this" I throw a bag of chips to her "Take a seat, oh where are my manners? Would you kindly take a seat, I am Theo and you are?" I ask while starting to eat some of the snacks, i ended up killing a several bags in a few seconds.

 

( ooc: sorry for the wait. holidays have kept me busyyyyy )
She looked at Theo and took a seat on a nearby bench before accepting the snacks that were offered to her.
"Well..." she looked around before continuing her answer. "I'm the one you've been looking for. I'm Ming Yue." She kept her eyes to the ground to avoid letting Theo see her getting extremely embarrassed.
Anticipating the litany of questions that possibly soon to follow her introduction, she pushed her embarrassment to the back of her mind and looked back up to Theo, "Is there something I can help you with? I don't suppose you're here to inquire about my... outburst." The last word came out a bit more coldly than she wanted it to. Hoping he didn't take it the wrong way, she continued on with her conversation, "I don't know what happened back there and to be quite honest, I'm not sure I want to know what actually happened. I have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind I royally messed something up." She sighed and finally opened the bag of chips Theo tossed her earlier.
"Why am I even saying this stuff? You don't even know me and yet here I am spilling everything out to you and I'm sure you don't want to hear this." She sighed and ate the food in silent while avoiding eye contact with Theo.

 

OOT: Just gonna move the plot along, as well as introduce (other people's plans notwithstanding) the first major villain of this RP (insert gasps, shock, horror, etc). Enjoy

Usse collapsed, clawing his way towards the finish line. "Almost... there..." he wheezed, dragging himself forward, inch by torturous inch, knowing Mr Gunn was right behind him. It seemed to take an eternity, but eventually he hauled himself over the white strip that marked the finish line/starting point, and rolled over onto his back, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. "I... I did it."

Mr Gunn looked up at the sky, looking like he was trying to make peace with whatever God was listening in at the time.
"...That was one lap. ONE GODDAMN LAP YOU WORTHLESS FAT SQUIRMING MAGGOT!!" he bellowed, and proceeded to deliver a series of furious "love taps" that, in layman's terms, translated roughly to "just short of broken limbs". Mr Gunn practically had to drag him to the next classroom where he dropped him in the chair with his equipment, too dazed to move, then left, huffing.

There was a DRRRRRRRING!!
"That bell means class will be starting in five minutes. Please move there now, thank you," the voice sounded in everyone's heads.

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The warehouse - or, as it was known to those in the know, "The Sinister Syndicate's Silo of Scum and Slimeballs" (or SS for short) - was crowded today. Quite a few major players in San Tenegra's empowered underworld were present, including the most powerful, well-known and feared criminal in the city. B.O.S.S - Biological Omnipotent Suit System - relaxed with his glass of cognac, his two hulking bodyguards either side of him flexing their muscles and grinning as he addressed the assortment of people around him.
"My fellow outlaws..."
There was cheers and whoops.
"I am pleased to inform you all that this year has so far yielded a profit unheard of in the history of our organization. We are on track to broaden our empire to record size as well as establish several new bases in other cities in order to challenge other so-called criminals. This is the beginning of a great chapter in the San Tenegra history books - the days of unending profit and profound villainy!"

A humming filled the room. It seemed to be to the tune of "Sweet Home Alabama," just a slower and more chilling version. Everyone looked around, uncertain what they were hearing.
The humming grew louder, and a figure emerged from the darkness, heading towards the head of the gathering.

"So..." The voice sounded like velvet rubbing against steel. "This is what those who are given powers most would only dream of waste their time doing. Grifting for pocket change." The man was tall and slender, a lean intimidating figure. He wore a pair of golden spectacles that on any other person would have seemed disarming or quaint. On this man, however, they bestowed a clinical cold aura from the top of his head to the tips of his claws - the ends of his fingers had long black talons extending from them. On the left hand, the claws extended twice as far as those on the right. The right hand's fingers twirled a long, ornate key, the kind used to wind old-fashioned clocks.
B.O.S.S glared at the newcomer. "And who the hell are you?"
The man smiled by way of greeting. "I'm new in town. I'm looking for volunteers. Some enterprising individuals who want an upgrade from their current cheap thrills and petty thefts."
B.O.S.S's glare only intensified. "This is my turf, booky. Go run your little hustles someplace else."
The man's smile widened in response. "Sir, this is no hustle, I assure you. I simply wish to put the incredible power in this room to a much more rewarding cause than to which it is currently bent."
B.O.S.S burst out laughing, and the rest of the lawbreakers joined him, filling the air with anything from elegant chuckles to thuggish cackles. The two heavyweights at B.O.S.S's side leaned forwards, imposing their size upon the stranger.
"Hey Punchdrunk, I think this wannabe supervillain's got the wrong idea about us!" the one with gigantic hands laughed, rubbing them together with glee.
"I think you're right, Throwback - he's more in line for a whackhouse!" the other hulking man slurred, swigging again from his whiskey jar.

At their words, the stranger had become somewhat quiet.
Then before either knew what was happening, he'd pushed them aside to stand directly in B.O.S.S's face.
"And your rabble are so-called "supervillains" I take it? Let me illustrate something - as you stand, you are all little more than a band of cowardly baby thieves compared to me."
There was a sharp intake of breath as the atmosphere turned hostile in under a second. B.O.S.S's fingers tightened on the glass of cognac, then the mouthguard retracted from the suit as the man inside went to take a sip. "Alright," he said calmly. "Throwback, Punchdrunk, take this wordy greenhorn outside and bury him in concrete. Bring me back his head and if you're quick, I'll let you play football with it." He leaned forwards, visor going down as the current wearer of the B.O.S.S suit - the most powerful exoskeleton technology that existed at present - decided to return the stranger's discourtesy. "By the time they're done with you, we'll need one of those God people to even start fixing you."
The stranger smiled. "Sounds like a good time. When do we start?"

Punchdrunk threw a punch and without looking the stranger caught it, bent the wrist back and snapped some bones. Punchdrunk dropped his whiskey jar, clutched his wrist and howled, and the stranger lifted his left hand. The claws at the end started glowing red and the stench of burning rubber filled the air. Throwback made to grab him from behind and the stranger slammed the back of his hand into Throwback's face, shattering the nose and coating his hand and the table with blood as Throwback staggered backwards a step. B.O.S.S got up from his seat, weapons primed, targeting systems locked, full combat mode engaged, but before he could fire the stranger brought his left hand down through the air and rent a gaping slash from shoulder to pelvis. The armor, capable of withstanding any military hardware on earth, melted away as the claws moved through it like a blowtorch through paper, and the last sensation that wasn't pain that B.O.S.S's wearer felt was the stranger gently opening his hand and taking his untouched cognac.

As the body of the former terror of the underworld and the wreckage of the most powerful illegal exosuit ever devised hit the floor, the man turned, taking a good sip of his new cognac, to the rest of the stunned superpowered criminals.
"My name is Anth," he said smoothly. "From now on, all of you answer to me. Any disobedience, however slight, will be met with death. Any orders I give you will be followed, without exception. Should at any point you have any questions regarding my objectives, please feel free to ask at any point."
One criminal raised a hand, a large rocky gangster that went under the name Crug the Thug. "Does this affect our pay?" he rumbled.
Anth sighed, raised a still-glowing left hand, pointed the tip of his finger at Crug's head, and in the same time it took a hummingbird's heart to beat the claw extended across the room straight into its target and Crug's head disintegrated.
"I did not say you were permitted to ask about your pay," he said reasonably. "Is that going to be an issue for anyone else?" he asked softly as the claw slowly retracted, his hand still raised to address any further inquiries. No-one spoke.
"Excellent," Anth smiled, the burning-rubber smell vanishing as he adjusted his spectacles with his no-longer-glowing claws. "I do like it when people are willing to broaden their horizons..."

 

OOC: I never did an intro for him or back story so I'm gonna add that now sorry for not posting holidays and stuff.

His name was Redick. He had been on his own since he was about 5 and was practically raised by angels and demons he could summon. He's not twisted or evil, in fact he just wants friends. But that's not something easily acquired when your life and others around you are forfeit to demons that want out. He can barely control his powers and needed training so when he received a invitation to a school for people like him he couldn't help but accept. Of course the demons weren't so pleased with this. They let him go under 1 condition no angles could be summoned moving forward. He might be trapped now but all he needs to do is perfect his other powers and become better than the demons. Then he'll be able to completely control them.

OOC Back to my actual post.
"There's no one here."
He walked out to find someone to talk to and to get situated with a room. Wait then an idea occurred to him. If he found someone stronger than the demons to bunk with or even just be friends with they couldn't come out when their around. All he had to do was make a friend or something like that. once he was outside He said in his head Summon Demon class 2 bike.
the wall in front of him cracked revealing a fiery wasteland and out of it flung a devilish looking motorcycle. Redick jumped on and rode toward the group of people testing powers when he reached them he dived off the bike and watched it descend into the same fiery abyss it came from. He rolled across the grass and came to a halt in front of a bunch of people testing Powers.
OOC: Also I am kinda stuck for ideas so if anyone wants to do something with my character feel free to pm me

 

Name: Sedumere
Age: 24
Powers: Lust embodiment, succubus physiology, plant manipulation
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Watching the massacre of three fellow members she scoffed, it was better that they were dead. Those two didn't have much to offer. B.O.S.S. on the other hand, she had to admit that his untimely death was a bit upsetting, but then and again, he just wasn't cut out for his position of power anymore. To put it nicely, he lost his bite. This new bespectacled specimen that seemed to have waltzed on in to the club gave off an air of power. This man was just what they syndicate needed to thrive once again.
Bored with sitting back in the shadows and watching the madness ensue, she started to make her move. Setting her glass of wine down, she moved out of the booth and smirked, building up the atmosphere for her appearances was one of her favorite ways to stir things up.
"Show's over, pretty boy. You've had your fun." Her voice made everyone in the room fall silent, just like she wanted.
Her stilettos clicked against the cement floor as she walked out of the curtain of smoke and shadows. Slowly, the other members moved out of her way to avoid incurring one of her many ways of torture for not being considerate enough to her liking, the last guy that looked at her the wrong way was her favorite thing to put her cigarettes out on.

"It's Sedumere..." One brave soul whispered out among the crowd.

Hearing her name uttered with a hint of fear brought a bigger smirk to her face. The attention placed on her at that point in time started to drive her mad, but she suppressed it not wanting to lose face in front of the supposed new kingpin. She had to keep it under control until after the confrontation.
She got to the front of the crowd, nodding as the last clicks of her heels echoed throughout the room. Before getting a better look at the man in front of her, she took out a cigarette from her silver carrying case and placed it in her mouth, "Light?" And just like that, the closest fifteen or so men flicked on a lighter to offer to help her. Before getting down to business, she took a long drag and blew the smoke in Anth's face.

"Tell me, bookie, what makes you think that you can waltz on in here and usurp power?" She dropped the half smoked cigarette before crushing it under her foot. "You did get rid of the pinheads, so good on you."
Getting right in his face, she could smell the cognac on his breath. She tilted her head a bit and moved in closer almost as if she was going to kiss him, but pulled a small knife out from her cleavage and rested it against his throat and threatened him in her soft, seductive voice, "Give me one good reason not to paint the floor with you."

 

Anth raised a single clawed finger, resting the tip deliberately against the fragile skin protecting Sedumere's trachea.
"Because if you were going to do that, you would have done it by now and not caused such a scene. Because you're curious as to my goals and intentions for this band of merry ne'er-do-wells, and because you don't strike me as the type to attack an opponent you don't know too much about. You've got all the men in here under your thumb, and that takes not only talent but a fine web of deceptions and sugared words. So I propose a little... arrangement."
The claw moved back and moved the knife down and away from his throat. "I do not underestimate you. I treat you with the same respect I would afford an equal. And when my desires come to fruition..." He twirled the key again. "Oh, I don't know... anything you want. In exchange, you put those delicious skills of yours at my disposal to further my plans, you treat me with the same respect I give to you, and you follow my every command." He smirked. "Something tells me you're used to doing that in much different contexts..."
Before she could respond, he turned to address the rest of the room, who were staring at him in a mixture of apprehension, fear and respect.
"All of you possess power beyond that which could possibly be regulated or controlled by technology. By law, or order. You are all beings of great and terrible power. I plan to reassert the natural order of this world. The strong rule the weak. Such is the law of nature. But that is not the only order."
He looked at the key in his hand, twirling it as he spoke.
"Strength is not the only measure of power. Intellect, planning, and stratagem are also crucial to evolutionary supremacy. To summarize in a way you all may understand, any measure is acceptable if it ends with you standing atop your slain enemies."
The crowd were starting to get excited, but one person raised his hand, a young wiry disrespectful villain called Rapscallion. Everything about him screamed the word rebel.
"What about the Gods?" he shouted, and the hubbub died down, everyone quickly moving back and waiting for the claw to shoot out into Rapscallion's brain. Instead, Anth laughed with delight and stopped twirling the key.
"Very good!" he exclaimed, nodding with approval. "I was waiting for someone to ask. What about the famous and revered Kamigami no tame no Gakko? What about the self-called deities that protect this world and keep those with true ambition under-trodden and repressed from taking their rightful place?"
A vicious gleam shone in his eyes. "With your help, I promise you all. I can and will depose the Gods." He lifted the key up so everyone can see it. "This key belongs to one of them. I took it from him, and with it I can unlock a terrible secret he has hidden from his fellow Gods. But I cannot do it alone. That is why I have come here. To get your assistance, without which I am doomed to fail."
Rapscallion shouted again. "How exactly are you planning on fighting them? They're miles more powerful than even you, Edward Scissorhands! Even if every single one of us attacked the place from all sides all at once, we'd get hammered!"
Anth chuckled. "Too true, my impetuous friend. In terms of sheer power, the Gods are far beyond our capabilities to challenge. But through careful planning and deception... there, victory lies."
He turned to Sedumere. "So... interested now?"