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Lucien Ashford

"...What?"

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a character in “The Awakening: A New Generation”, originally authored by AlexusRaevynn, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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"...Can you stop with your emotions for just a minute?"

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Name
Lucien Ashford.

Nicknames/Aliases
Luce, Sociopath.

Age
Sixteen / 16.

Gender
Identifies as agender, responds to male pronouns.

Sexual Orientation
Asexual (Currently aromantic).

Academy Year
Tenth.

Birth Date
April 13th.




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Hair
Short, black and with an undercut.

Eyes
Yellow-brown, "straw coloured".

Height
5'7".

Weight
130lbs.

Body Build
Skinny, underweight.

Physical Mutations
None.

Notable Scars
Several along his arms that look like knife wounds, they are mainly focused around his wrists.

Piercings and Tattoos
None.

Casual Wear
A long sleeved white shirt, black trousers and black shoes, even while dressing casually his outfits tend to be somewhat formal.

Face Claim
Angelo Lagusa / Avilio Bruno - 91 Days





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Personality
Cold, uncaring, sociopath. These are all words that would suit Lucien's personality well. He is rather detached from his emotions most of the time, maintaining a calm, collected front even when others would fall apart. That isn't to say he is entirely unfeeling, but rather he has chosen to disregard his own emotions for the most part to help him distinguish between his own feelings and those his ability imparts upon him. His own emotions are somewhat muted, a hint at best of what it is to truly feel something.

Oftentimes, Lucien can get confused easily simply because he doesn't understand why people feel the way they do about certain things. As such it isn't uncommon for him to say something that others find offensive only for him to end up puzzled over their reactions.

Strengths
  • Calm - Lucien is usually a rather calm and collected individual, he has previously been held at gun point and not even flinched.
  • Listener - He may not particularly care, but if someone needs to talk without being judged, Lucien is a fairly good listener.
  • Honest - Lucien doesn't see much point in lying and thus he is usually honest about everything, even if it's not exactly the best thing in some situations.

Weaknesses
  • Social interactions - Lucien's detachment from his emotion often leads to him saying or doing the wrong thing while interacting with others.
  • Lack of motivation - Partially due to how little he feels, but Lucien doesn't really put any effort into things beyond what is necessary, this is especially the case when dealing with other people.
  • Insomniac - Frequent nightmares as a child left Lucien unable to fall asleep without medication or unless he is completely exhausted.

Fears
  • Sleeping - If only because of the nightmares it brings, someone trying to get him to sleep may be one of the few things that will cause Lucien to panic and show his feelings.
  • His emotions - Since he rarely feels anything and when he does it's not the full extent of his feelings, he's scared of what it is he truly feels about things.
  • Darkness and being blindfolded - He is scared of his vision being taken away from him, it leaves him feeling like he is not in control. Most of his nightmares involve darkness in one form or another.




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Power Name
Emotion Control / Pathokinesis.

Power Class
Psychic.

Power Description
Those with this ability can sense and manipulate the emotions of other living beings, although it has a fairly limited range that can be increased with practice. Currently Lucien can accurately sense the emotions of others within his range and can make his target's current emotions stronger or weaker (for example: increasing someone's anger, perhaps prompting them to resort to violence; or decreasing that anger, making that person less likely to lash out) though he cannot do this to a great extent.

While he mostly can chose whether or not he is able to actively influence the emotions of others, he cannot currently turn off his ability to sense those emotions. Lucien is constantly bombarded by the feelings of others to the point that he has had to basically shut down his own emotions to save himself from getting confused between his emotions and the emotions of those around him.

Power Limitations and Weaknesses
  • Crowded areas can cause Lucien to become overwhelmed with the emotions of others, which is why he often detaches his own.
  • It has a limited range, usually the size of an average classroom.
  • If Lucien feels any strong emotions he can accidentally cause others to feel that emotion as well.
  • Lucien can only affect those emotions that his target is currently feeling, he cannot introduce emotions they are not currently feeling.
  • Currently Lucien is limited to affecting one person's emotions at a time.




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History
The Ashford family, while not nobility, were well respected members of society who had climbed their way up the social ladder and remained firmly near the top for three generations thus far. The couple had two sons, one set to inherit their father's name, the other their mother's, they had no need of another child, no love to spare and they had been told by the doctors that it was unlikely to happen. And so when Lucien came along it was a surprise to all. A most unwelcome surprise. Lucien was raised apart from his family, always held at a distance no matter what he achieved to try and gain the attention of his parents and brothers. He could only watch with longing as his siblings received praise and love while he was left with nothing.

Shortly after Lucien's sixth birthday the child was wandering the grounds of their home when he was knocked out and taken by a group of thugs who intended to ransom him back to his parents. He spent much of this time locked in a small room, blindfold tied tightly over his eyes. Of course, as it turned out his parents were more than happy to let those thugs keep him despite how they had threatened to kill the child. But the leader of the group was perhaps a little smarter than some and decided that rather than killing the boy they would use some of his black market contacts to sell Lucien on as a slave.
And so a month and a half after he was kidnapped, Lucien was bought by a gang who needed a messenger.

Lucien spent the next few years of his life as part of the gang, becoming immersed in their ways while awake, even as he suffered from nightmares as he slept. By the time he was ten he was unable to sleep without the help of medication or unless exhausted to the point of passing out. At the age of twelve he picked up smoking from one of the older gang members, sneaking drinks of alcohol occasionally barely a month before turning thirteen. By fourteen he was well on his way to becoming a full-fledged member himself.

It was three months after his fourteenth birthday when things changed. Sent on a job to prove his worth, he only had one of his mentors along for company. He would either pass this trial or they would strike him down. He was to infiltrate a high-class gathering of people and while there steal a few trinkets and plant evidence of corruption in places it would surely by found. Things were going smoothly, until Lucien came face-to-face with his mother.

Despite the fact it had been eight years, not much had changed about the boy's appearance expect for his height and the way he carried himself. So it wasn't hard for the woman to recognise him. Childish hope fluttered in his chest, here was his chance to reunite with his family! He could leave the gang and everything would go back to how it used to be. Just as they were about to speak to one another, red blossomed from her chest as a knife found itself buried there. Turning, Lucien saw his mentor lingering in the doorway and something inside the teen snapped.

Despair flooded the room and in the back of his mind Lucien barely noticed his father and brothers entering the room only to be brought to their knees from the weight of emotion pressing down upon them. His mentor, long conditioned to turn off his own emotions, barely managed to make his way over to Lucien, and with a strike to the head the intense sorrow vanished.

When Lucien awoke he was in the dark again, but something was different than before. Like a sixth sense had been turned on in the back of his mind. He could somehow tell where the three others in the room were simply by the emotions they were feeling. He could tell that his mentor seemed curious about something while the two others were more apprehensive.

As it turned out he had failed in his job, but his awakened ability meant that the gang still had some use for him. The fourteen year old was given a barren apartment to live in and told to practice his ability so that he could use it again. Of course, they wouldn't just let him do so without surveillance. And of course, the lives of the rest of his rediscovered family were hung over his head as blackmail to ensure his loyalty.

It wasn't as easy as he thought. As soon as he stepped outside of his new home he was bombarded with enough emotions that it brought him to his knees and nearly caused Lucien to pass out. He dragged himself back inside before collapsing. The next attempt wasn't much better, nor those after that. In fact to took several months of slowly but surely closing off his own emotions for him to stop himself from being overwhelmed.

Once he was capable of going out in public without risk of his ability getting the better of him, Lucien started doing so often, slowly building up a tolerance before his impatient mentor pushed him into trying to control those emotions he could feel.

He had no success there. Whatever it was that triggered his ability to do so before seemed to be a one-time thing. Or so he thought. A couple of months after his fifteenth birthday, Lucien was in a shopping centre on a job when the lift he was in broke down and the lights went out. He was only nervous to start with but as the seconds passed he got more and more scared, could feel his suppressed emotions slipping through before like a dam his hold over them burst. One of the other passengers screamed. They say fear drives people to do things they would never otherwise consider and with the weight of fear that the woman felt, accidentally amplified by Lucien's own, she took a swing at the closest passenger to her.

By the time they were rescued Lucien was the only one conscious, curled up into a ball in the corner of the lift as the four other people in the lift seemed to have beat each other to a bloody mess. It would be this event that lead to more people learning of Lucien's ability and the gang washed their hands of Lucien - although were unwilling to do anything to him while more eyes were focused on the teen.

Now that it was revealed that he wasn't a "normie" he could feel eyes upon him everywhere he went, silently judging even as the weight of their hate pressed against him. While he still occasionally smoke and drank, this new feeling of hatred pushed Lucien to do something he hadn't ever considered he would. His blades, at one point just used for self-defense, became used for self-harm as well and over the next few months several new scars appeared along his arms with the pain helping to focus him and take his mind off of the emotions of the normies.

And then, a month before his sixteenth birthday he found a letter his doorstep and with a quick weighing of his choices he gratefully accepted the invitation to the academy. Perhaps here things might be different.





Neutral – ◉ ║ Friends – ♪ ║ Enemies – ✗║ Romantic – ♡ ║



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ImageKosei Kasahara ║ ◉
"He seems overly... Sensitive."
Kosei most often seems to be a happy and confident person, something which Lucien would have no problem with were it not for the fact that one wrong comment would likely send Kosei off upset, and Lucien isn't exactly a good judge of what sort of comments would do that. Other than that Lucien doesn't have any problem with him, though it wouldn't be a surprise if Lucien really does cause Kosei to cry at some point.


ImageAlfred Komatsu ║ ◉
"...He seems calm, at least, compared to nearly everyone else."
The way Alfred seems to stay level-headed in almost any situation is something that Lucien, well not likes but he doesn't dislike it. While most people are a party of emotions ready to give him a headache, Alfred's attitude means that while Lucien can still feel the other's emotions, they aren't jumping out at him like most others. Lucien can tolerate Alfred, but that is as far as it goes, he has no desire to make friends.


ImageNova Aria ║ ✗
"No. I am not talking about them."
Nova is... Well, probably the person Lucien dislikes the most out of everyone he's met. If the average person is a party of emotions then Nova is an entire one-person-carnival, likely with about every sort of attraction possible. Nova feels everything in rapid succession and sometimes several contradictory emotions at the same time. If some people can give Lucien a headache, Nova will give him a migraine. And so Lucien avoids Nova wherever possible, now if only he could get them to stop showing up everywhere.


ImageTomimoto Taikan ║ ◉
"If nothing else, I know to keep my distance here."
Lucien isn't the sort of person to like or dislike anyone unless their emotions are overwhelming enough to force him to retreat. Still, Taikan's overabundance of negative emotions is enough to make Lucien feel like he is drowning at times. The other seems to hate everything around him, and Lucien has decided that staying out of his way is likely the best course of action, for now.


ImageKurmochi Keiji ║ ◉ ✗
"...Just... Tone it down would you?"
Lucien doesn't tend to protest much about another person's emotions, they usually can't help what they're feeling after all. But honestly, Keiji's are disturbing to him. Why would anyone want to feel that way at the sight of a girl? Lucien tends to stay away from Keiji when possible, if only to stop the other's emotions from being him feel dirty. Ugh...


ImageAbel Coelho ║ ◉
"As long as he doesn't get all emotional around me."
While some people might find the fact that Abel wears his emotions on his sleeve endearing, Lucien finds it odd. With his own lack of emotions (or rather the fact that they're buried) he honestly finds anyone who is overly emotional rather annoying. Lucien will tolerate Abel as long as he keeps his distance. And, well, deceit is an emotion he can sense, so it's unlikely that Abel will be able to lie to him.


ImageElias Emerson ║ ◉
"He's an odd character."
Elias keeps his distance, which is something that Lucien very much appreciates. Although his manners and the respect he shows everyone is something that Lucien can tell is genuine, there is something lingering within the older student that is enough for Lucien to give him as much of a wide berth as he does Taikan or Nova. That Elias seems to enjoy being around Nova is perhaps another reason for that too.


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ImageNakana Nao ║ ◉
"She's different, yet she seems somewhat like me."
It is unlikely that Lucien will ever become closer than polite acquaintances with Nao and he's perfectly fine with that. There is simply too of their personalities in common for them to be able to become friends. She seems to hold herself mostly at a distance from others, though she will at least attempt to be more polite to them than he would, and she would likely be more successful in making friends than Lucien as well. She seems to value her privacy though, and Lucien will respect that, and stay as far away from her emotions as possible. It's not as if he enjoys his ability after all.


ImageNatalia Elwyn ║ ◉ ♪
"She keeps the little... Crazy one away, for that reason I like her."
Natalia is perhaps the only person that Lucien will admit to liking, though he also says that it is because she keeps Nova away from him. She is also slightly more level-headed than some of the other students and so as long as the "one-person-carnival" isn't around then he could probably tolerate her presence more so than anyone else.


ImageAkiyama Shizuka ║ ◉
"She always seems to only be half here."
As attuned to the feelings of those around him as he is (no matter how much he might wish that wasn't the case) Lucien can sense something is off with Shizuka. While the depression she feels tends to linger around her like a cloud, there is always a part of her emotions that he either can't understand, or is missing entirely, like someone tore something away from her. Still, she avoids him, so he will stay away from her too.


ImageKylie Bennett ║ ◉
"Just, stay away from me."
Lucien senses a lot of bitterness from Kylie, especially when she looks at people interacting happily together. She seems guarded and if he were the sort of person to care he might try to find out why. Of course, he doesn't care and her temperament is enough to see him keep his distance from her.


ImageAmari Chiharu ║ ◉
"Yet another person to stay away from."
As is probably evident, Lucien stays away from his classmate. Chiharu is independent, which lessens the chance of her ever turning to him for anything, but Lucien will avoid her anyways. She, like nearly everyone else, provides a headache just from being in the same room as him. Her stubborn refusal of help means that she is perhaps more tolerable than if she had accepted the help, less emotions in one place and all.

So begins...

Lucien Ashford's Story

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Kosei Kasahara
LOCATION ║ Academy Dormitories
CURRENT TIME ║ 6:00 AM
DATE ║ Monday, Sept. 11th, 2023

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Bong, bong, bong, bong, bong...

A loud, yet muffled bell made itself known to all the students sleeping in the dormitories as it began to resonate throughout the academy grounds. "An alarm clock for the students." The staff would say. "So we better not be hearing any excuses coming from you guys about your 'alarm' not going off,' because it would most definitely be a lie with this thing ringing every morning."

So, the waking of the students began throughout the dorm rooms; there was no way any of them could have slept past the disruptive noise that giant bell had made. Of course, you could always fall back asleep, but if you wanted to be on time for your first day, that probably wasn't the best of ideas. The "alarm" only rang once in the morning, so it wouldn't be waking anyone back up again after that.

Down at the east dormitory building, Kosei's eyes cracked open after the echoing began to fade away into a peaceful silence (other than the loud thud that had come from the room above, likely someone had fallen out of bed on accident), and let out a quiet, tired sigh, before tossing the blankets away and forcing himself to sit up. He was used to the bell, after being here for nearly a month and a half already, but he'd had a rather restless night. Of course, that was normal for him, barely being able to get a wink of sleep. Though it was this time that he actually had to wake up; he couldn't just ignore it and go back to bed and forget about his problems like he had been able to during the "school break." So, he just had to make himself get up, as painful as it was. He would be fully awake sooner or later anyways...or at least, he hoped he would be.

Rubbing his eyes, he finally twisted himself so he was sitting on the side of the bed, and then stood up, letting his shoulders slump with no care of fixing his posture at the moment. He had plenty of time to get ready for the day before his classes started, with that being at 7:00 AM. But with the way he was moving right now, and how he basically moved every morning, it was best if he started getting himself moving as soon as he could. Otherwise he'd end up at the academy's doors half ready and looking dead.

Moving over to the small bathroom, Kosei flipped on the light and groggily began to splash his face with the cold water that he turned on, as an attempt to make himself more alert. It seemed to do the trick well enough, and as he looked back up at the mirror, he let out a quiet groan. Talk about some serious bed head. His hair was completely flat on one side. This would take a while to try and fix.

After about ten or so minutes, he finally had it looking normal again, much to his relief. He quickly brushed his teeth after that, and then moved out back to get dressed. He spotting his uniform already sitting on the desk, folded nicely and ready for him to change into. He lifted it off, and threw on the black pants, along with the white shirt, and the long sleeved, grey sweater over that. It hadn't actually gotten too cold outside yet, but September was technically autumn, so they were asked to wear these now. He didn't mind it, really. It was actually quite a comfortable addition.

He let out another sigh as he finished dressing, and the plopped down onto his bed, looking over at the clock that sat over on the nightstand by his bed. 6:45 AM, it read, so it seemed that he'd made pretty good timing this morning. Even so, it would probably be best for him to head to the academy now. He grabbed his bag that laid on the side, checking inside once more to make sure he had everything, and then pulling it up onto his shoulder.

"Let's hope today goes well." A quiet mumbled escaped his mouth as he walked himself over to the door, grabbing the card key that sat on the table and shoving it inside of his bag to keep himself from losing it. Saying he wasn't stressed out or becoming more paranoid by the second was an obvious lie; he was already having a hard time take the first step out the door. How was his first day going to go? He hoped at least decent. Maybe he could actually make a friend now, since he was going to have to go out and be around people.

Overthinking things wouldn't get him anywhere, of course, so he finally forced himself out the door, heading down the stairs to the exit, to begin the short walk to the academy's entrance.

The setting changes from Academy Dormitories to Furushima Academy

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Date ~ Monday, Sept. 11th, 2023
Location ~ Academy Dormitories → School Building

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As he had suspected, he didn't get any sleep. Not that he was really expecting to, he hadn't gotten much in the way of restful sleep for a couple of months now. Instead Lucien had simply laid on the bed in what he supposed was his dorm room, alternating between staring at the ceiling or at the bottle of tablets sat on top of the small cabinet next to him.

He might have taken one of the tablets to make himself sleep, but Lucien wasn't quite certain when he was supposed to be up and about for classes and despite not really wanting to be surrounded by others all day, especially in an enclosed space such as a classroom, he didn't want to risk oversleeping and missing the lessons entirely. Perhaps he would take them in a few days once some sort of routine had settled into place, until then he would keep his fingers crossed that when he did fall asleep his nightmares weren't too loud. It would not be enjoyable to have people asking questions after all.

Snapping himself out of his musings, Lucien sat himself up and swung his legs over the bed of the bed, stretching slightly to get rid of the stiffness that had settled in from not moving for a while. Once he was sure that he wouldn't fall over, he stood up and took a couple of steps to cross the floor to where the window was. Unlatching it, he pushed it open as far as he could, wanting to stick his head out and take a nice deep breath of fresh air, only to find that it wouldn't open far enough for that. Looking down, Lucien spotted what looked like a lock a concerned parent would use to stop their children from falling out. 'I guess they think I'm a suicide risk.'

With his plan clearly not happening until he got hold of the tools needed to remove the safety feature, he turned his attention away from the window, absently noting that the sky seemed to be getting lighter. Dawn was on its way. Deciding he might as well get ready for the day and hopefully avoid the rush of people heading to classes, Lucien quickly went through his usual routine, and when it came to dressing he selected the long sleeved shirt, though dismissed the tie entirely.

By the time the bell sounded to wake the students, Lucien was already on his way out of the dormitories and heading toward the school building itself, if someone knew his ability they might suspect that he was fleeing from the emotions of those who were waking up. But no one was around to call him out on it, so he kept on walking and arrived at his destination a short while later.

Lucien had memorised what he could of his class schedule during his nights of unrest, so he knew that 'Power and Ability Control' was his first subject for the day. He found the classroom easily enough and gave a near silent sigh of relief upon finding it empty. Quickly selecting a seat in the far corner of the room, Lucien sat himself down and settled in to stare out of the window next to him. He didn't really care if he was waiting for hours until his first class started, he would find something to do. Or not, it didn't bother him either way, but hopefully it would be a while before anyone else arrived.



Of course, Lucien's hopes of a quiet time to himself were soon dashed. A few students started trickling in here and there, but there was no one of note and thankfully none of them tried to pester him. Still, Lucien could see himself having a headache by the end of the day, there was excitement and nervousness rolling off of most of them in waves.

It was a while before anything interesting happened, then a sudden rise in panic seemed to spike. Lucien's gaze dragged his attention unwillingly to a red-headed male, just in time to see three silver orbs drop to the ground. He blinked twice and in the back of his mind Lucien could feel the barest hint of confusion nagging at him to find out what had caused the change in emotion. Not wanting to give in, but also not wanting to leave his faint curiosity unsatisfied, he glanced over the room, finding nothing out of place although a few of the other students seemed to have turned their attention to the red-head and the dark haired girl who must have entered the room a couple of minutes previously. He vaguely remembered the polite greeting she had given everyone, though the slight feeling of uncertainty wasn't out of place given that several other students had been feeling that as well.

Lucien dismissed the situation as the boy said something about throwing himself off of a roof, instead turning his head to stare out of the window again. He was already wanting the day to be over with, the headache he had predicted seemed much more likely to happen now.

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Some people prefer the morning, for some the night. Rose is the special breed that enjoys both. With her energy levels, there doesn't seem to be a difference between the two.

The sound of bells was drowned out by Rose's much louder inner thoughts. She was awake before the chimes, but her lengthy morning routine seems to always make her late. The start of her morning always began on the balcony. Whilst standing on the patio, she would first breath in and yell. "What a wonderful day it is!" She seemed to be the real bell.

After she was met with the many groans of the student body, she would first do a morning jog. After a few laps around the campus, she would do a a small workout with 150 push-ups, 150 sit-ups and 150 squats. A 5 km run, then she would spend some time in the bathroom to actually get ready.

A shower after her time outside, and grooming her hair. The only time she spent on her face was to her eyelashes and the major culprit to her tardiness is usually finding what to wear. After 20 minutes of arguing against herself, she decided on the black sweater alongside the leggings. She needed her red, so a red ribbon was chosen, the only question was where to tie it.

On her right wrist or left wrist? That was the question. If it was on her right, it would cover the space she usually uses to write her homework. If it was on the left, it would make it a bit more difficult to write. Questions, questions. Either way, due to how carefree she is, it might just fall off without her noticing. With careful contemplation, she decided to wear two ribbons on both wrists. It's a bit counter-intuitive, but when faced with a dilemma, instead of having to make a hard choice, why not do both?
Only if she decided on this 30 minutes ago.

Rose always liked the sun better. Even if the cool air was more of a preference by others, this time of year never was her favorite. She never liked having to wear more layers just to feel comfortable and more people seem to stay inside. She wanted to meet people!

The walk to the classroom was rather quick. She wasn't as late as usual, but she still wanted to get to class on time for once. Most of the people were lining up outside, good thing the teacher was late. The class was Power and Ability control. For Rose, she could use it due to her doing more physical training than ability training. Everyone was a familiar face, she waved every person in line hello, while walking towards Nao. She was going to stand in line with her friend until she caught a glimpse of a rather stoic boy staring out the window. Without thinking, she marched towards him.

"You! You haven't accepted my friendship yet! We are hanging out right after school! I'll drag you if I have to."

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TIME ☼ 7:00 AM ☼
LOCATION ❣ School Building ❣
MUSICCan't Sleep - K.Flay

By the time she got to her Power and Ability Control class, Kaoru was basically a zombie. She hadn't been able to find any coffee and the fatigue was weighing on her. She was nervous too, and her nerves were only making her more tired. The class was about controlling your abilities. She was going to have to use her power. The thought scared her to no end. Furthermore, she would be in a class with a bunch of other people. If she transformed, she might hurt someone. She didn't want the highlight of her first day to be causing grievous bodily harm to both herself and someone else.

Maybe if she explained to her teacher that if I actually use my powers I'll probably make everybody throw up and possibly kill someone no big deal, they would let her sit out and she could get some more sleep. Fat chance.

She tried to push the dread out of her mind when she reached the rest of the class, stuffing her phone and headphones into her backpack. She sat down on the ground with her arms resting on her knees and watched everyone else. She figured she might as well not bother trying to make a good first impression. It didn't really matter when that impression was going to be immediately shattered when her bones burst through her skin in a huge bloody mess and she went completely psycho-bonkers-crazy and then passed out.

Seeing that the teacher was late, she lowered her head onto her arms. She tried to sleep, but her nerves wouldn't let her, leaving her impossibly tired but unable to doze off. She just kept trying to relieve some of the tension in her gut while waiting for class to start.

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Well, he definitely hadn't been the first person to arrive at the school's building. People were already lined up around the door, some already sitting inside, waiting for class to start. It seemed the teacher hadn't arrived yet, which Kosei was fine with. Especially when he looked up at the time, and realized he was fifteen minutes late. How lucky to have the teacher late so he wouldn't have to be marked as tardy on the first day.

Letting out a quiet sigh, he began to move into the class, squeezing past several students who were crowded around the door, blocking the entrance, and then letting out a sigh as he moved to sit down at a desk he was just going to say was his for the day. It was near the back, but in the middle, which he found was a good, comfortable spot.

Looking around, he could see all different students. Some looked excited, some nervous, one looked particularly embarrassed like he'd just said something awful, and one girl was being quite loud, yelling about accepting friendship with a boy by the window who looked like he was...well, he couldn't really tell. It didn't look like he felt anything actually, and if he did, he could only imagine it was annoyance.

As the students from outside of the classroom began to shuffle in and take their seats, it was clear that their teacher had arrived. No later did he actually come in, wearing a rather nice looking suit and tie, and he moved towards the front, clearing his throat once to let those know who were still talking that he had arrived. He waited silently for a moment, before the noise of the class died down, and finally he nodded, letting out a quiet sigh, and then offering a small smile to them all. The man was rather tall, with red hair and strange, sharp yellow eyes. He seemed to be looking over his new class in that moment, as if he could tell who would be the troublemakers causing him problems.

"Welcome, students," he suddenly began, snatching back all of the students attention, "to your first day at the academy. I hope you've had a good enough start here, and I can tell some of you have already made some friends. Of course, this class isn't exactly about socializing, so save that for later. He turned towards the board then, and began to write down his name, neatly as he could. "My name is Takahiko Nakajima, but please just call me Mr. Nakajima. I'm your teacher for Power and Ability Control. The name basically explains what this class is about: learning to control your powers, as one of the Awakened. Now, this class is all first years, so each of you will be on the same level, or at least most should be, in controlling each of your abilities, so we'll all be starting at the very beginning. Believe me, this class won't be easy, and some of you may seem catch on faster than others, but by the time we're finished, you all should at least be able to use your newfound abilities quite a bit better.

Kosei wasn't entirely sure how he felt about this class being the first thing in his day. Trying to use his powers, in front of the others? So much could go wrong with that. He had hardly used his abilities before coming to this place...he didn't even have a basic understanding of how to use or keep control over the electricity stored inside of him. What if he released too much? Or if there was water around... But, this is just the first day, they won't make us use our abilities too much, right? I don't know...if I'm up for this.

Mr. Nakajima continued on, moving closer to the front row of students, and then scanned the class again. "Now, I'm sure most of you have figured this out by now, but this place is much too small for us to actually have our class in. That being so, we're not going to have our class here for the most part. Instead, we'll be having it down at the sports facilities in the field, where we have plenty of room to try out things without having to worry about destroying the school building." He turned to the door. "We'll be heading there shortly, as well, after I explain several things. First of all, you'll all be changing into the school PE uniform, which includes a white t-shirt and black shorts of different lengths or pants. Those will be provided for you down at the sports facilities, and you'll have to change into them there, in the changing rooms. Don't worry, these don't cost anything on you kids, because they're constantly being destroyed and need to be replaced after 'accidents.' Be sure to be fast about that as well, because I'd like to get started as soon as possible."

"The second thing is, there's usually some kind of academy guard "wandering around" while this class and the Power and Ability Use class is going on, so be sure to be on your best behavior and try not to get into any fights. I'd rather not have them get involved."

The guards. Kosei had only heard bad rumors about them in his short time here. Some claimed that they were all anti-awakened, and were constantly looking for a chance to attack and harm the students, or "get involved" with them if any fights or the such were to break out. So, it was clear they weren't particularly liked, and it even seemed like his teacher wasn't all too fond of them either.

Of course, he wouldn't try to hold any negative feelings against them until he knew for himself...but that was quite a challenge after hearing all of that.

"Now, third, I'd like to try and make this first class as injury free as possible. Of course, I can't expect that completely, but I don't want anyone trying too hard to use their powers, because I've already had classes where that goes out of control, and ended up having to send more than just the careless students off to the medical office. Do your best to keep it under control, and if it feels like something might go wrong, stop yourself as soon as you can." He crossed his arms for a moment, trying to think, and then nodded. "Alright, that's all I can think of. If anything else comes up, I'll talk to you all about it down at our class. You're dismissed to head for the field."

Kosei sat where he was for a moment as the other students began to get up, and then finally, he stood from his seat, lifting up his bag from the ground and then forcing himself through the crowd so he wasn't the last person out. He glanced around the class, wondering what each of their abilities were, but decided to not think about it too much. He'd find out soon enough anyways.

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"You! You haven't accepted my friendship yet! We are hanging out right after school! I'll drag you if I have to."
Lucien had heard the footsteps moving closer, though had been content to ignore them. However the voice that spoke up next to him was not so easily ignored. Nor were the stubborn emotions the person radiated.

Blinking once, he turned his head to look at the person who had interrupted him only to see an unfamiliar face in the form of a girl with long red hair. 'Do I know her?' He stared blankly at her for a few moments, hoping his lack of response would send her off to find another target. When it seemed that she would persist, Lucien instead turned back to face the window, hoping that she would get the hint and leave him alone.

Thankfully he didn't have to wait much longer for the teacher to arrive, if he was more attuned to his emotions right then he would have perhaps actually sighed in relief that there was something else to distract the red-headed girl. As it was, Lucien merely focused his attention on the teacher, barely listening to the man's introduction beyond filing the name away for later use. 'Takahiko Nakajima, I don't believe I've heard that name before.'

Of course, the man was hardly done with his little talk, so Lucien sat, somewhat patiently as he carried on to explain that the class would take place in the sports facilities and that they would have clothes provided for them there. Then the man briefly mentioned the guards that wandered the academy, warning the listening students not to get into a fight in case they intervened. Not that Lucien had any intention of starting a fight. Finally Nakajima told them that he wanted the class to be as injury-free as possible before dismissing the awaiting students to the sports facilities for the rest of the lesson.

Lucien waited until most of the students had left the classroom, allowing the influx of emotions to quiet a little. Once the headache he had developed subsided slightly, he stood up and grabbed his bag before trailing after the stragglers, glancing briefly at the teacher as he passed the man.

He knew his way around parts of the school, he had explored a little where he could during his short stay before that day, and while not entirely familiar with the layout Lucien felt that he knew his way to the class' destination. As such he allowed his pace to slow, letting the somewhat anxious emotions of his classmates fade slightly, content to observe them from a distance.

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Nova had woken up perhaps an hour before the wake-up bell went off, and as such it was no surprise that she was mostly ready for the day by the time the sound roused the rest of the school's sleepy students from their sleep. She had long been dressed, in the female uniform for a change, and had spent perhaps half an hour fussing over her hair and make-up. It was a luxury she didn't usually afford herself, but it felt nice to do every so often.

Sliding her last clip into place, she proclaimed herself ready for the day with a bright smile and a soft giggle before grabbing her school bag and heading out to her class. She was no doubt rather late by now, but such things had hardly deterred her the year before and likely her teachers were used to it by now.

Of course, she was perhaps half way to the school building before she realised that she had no idea what her first class actually was. With a pout, she dropped to her knees and opened her bag, searching through it for her timetable. When, after a few minutes, she didn't manage to find the slip of paper, her eyes watered a little. She likely would have burst into tears if she hadn't spotted some other students walking somewhere.

Blinking away the tears that had formed, Nova quickly closed her bag before going to join them. 'Maybe they know where my class is? Maybe they are my class?' Of course, she didn't spot her sister among them, but maybe they had a different schedule this year? With a plan in mind, she brightened up fairly quickly, humming to herself as she skipped over to join the line.

On her way over, she spotted a sullen looking guy and deciding that he needed cheering up, she turned in his direction.



Lucien was almost relieved when he spotted the sports facilities not far away. The red-head hadn't turned up to bother him again which meant that his headache was gradually fading away and soon enough he would be changing into the clothes provided for the class. Although Lucien wasn't sure why he actually needed to change given that his ability wasn't a physical one, but he wasn't in the mood to argue with the teacher today.

Deep in his thoughts as he was, Lucien didn't notice the presence of other person nearby until suddenly his vision was full of white hair held back by red hair-slides and red eyes that eerily reminded him of the colour of blood. He blinked twice as the person leaned up, closer into his personal space, leaning back as they smiled brightly and his senses were suddenly assaulted with a combination of emotions that instantly revived the dying headache and amplified it beyond what it had been before.

"Oh wow, you have cool eyes! They're like yellow and stuff." She had said this perhaps a little louder than needed, but she had noticed them and felt like it needed pointing out. And hey! The guy looked less sad than before so, bonus? Nova giggled a little, taking a step forward as the taller male took one back.

Seeming to realise that he wasn't getting away easily, Lucien frowned, absently noticing the girl in front of him frowning in response. "I'm trying to get to class." It was perhaps the first thing he had said the entire day, although he inwardly groaned as the girl's face brightened up again and he was hit with another wave of emotion, this time mostly happiness and excitement, and was that a hint of nervousness too?

Smiling, Nova skipped around to the boy's side. "Me too, let's go!" Lucien sighed at this, sensing he wasn't getting away anytime soon. Thankfully they would have to split up to go to separate changing rooms so he only had to tolerate it for a couple of minutes longer.

With a stiff nod, expression going blank again, Lucien carried on to the sports facilities, ignoring the girl as she chattered on about something, he really wasn't listening. Once they reached the building, he almost fled into the male locker rooms after grabbing clothes his size.

"...And I lost my timetable! I wasn't sure where to go and I'm so glad that I found you, would've been lost forever otherwise!" Nova stopped a little as the two reached the field next to the locker rooms, watching as the taller male half ran into the boy's one. She grabbed ones her own size as well before pausing. Should she go into the female or male locker rooms? On one hand she felt more girly at the moment, on the other. Well she had used the male ones the last year and her locker was probably still there...

Nodding to herself, she skipped after the dark-haired boy, and entered the male locker rooms. She ignored the weird looks and the calls for her to get out and go to her own changing rooms. Running her fingers along the lockers, she stopped in front of the one she had used the previous year, smiling as she combination she entered opened it. Putting her bag inside, she started to change, absently noticing one of the other boys, already changed, run out with a slightly red face. He had probably gone to get a teacher about a "girl" being in their changing rooms, but Nova wasn't really paying attention and likely wouldn't draw that conclusion. She had used this room last year after all, nothing was wrong with it, right?

Humming to herself as she finished changing, she shoved her uniform into the locker as well before closing it and skipping out of the changing rooms to where the teacher was waiting. "Hi Mr. Nakajima!" She was curious about what she would be learning this time. Although, she didn't seem to recognise any of the other people who were gathering outside. 'How... Odd...'



Lucien had thought that he had gotten away. He sensed more than saw the girl follow in after him, although it was more her emotions than her gender that bothered him, and as such he didn't protest. Although he noticed one of the boys next to him flee with a red face, presumably the girl had started changing.

Selecting a locker in the middle of the room, it wouldn't do to be trapped in a corner after all, Lucien easily memorised the code on the piece of paper, shoving it inside his bag just in case. That done, he quickly changed into the sports clothes, frowning as he noticed his scars were on show. Shoving his stuff inside his locker, Lucien set about wrapping them up with some bandages that he had taken to carrying around with him. Perhaps he would request a longer sleeved shirt at some point.

Scars successfully covered, he closed up his locker and stepped out to where the teacher was waiting, quickly noticing the annoying white-haired girl and standing as far away from her as he could while still being close enough to hear the teacher. If he were the sort to feel, he would probably be slightly nervous about the lesson. Instead, he leaned against the wall, trying to stave off the headache that was pounding inside his head.

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As the last few stragglers emerged from the changing rooms, the teacher started listing off a load of rules for the class. As most of these were essentially repeats of what was mentioned in class, Lucien didn't exactly pay attention, though he supposed it was for the benefit of those who hadn't been listening the first time around.

He did, however, pay attention at the mention of guards, yellow eyes flickering briefly in their direction, assessing them before dismissing the pair for now. If it became necessary he would observe them again. Until such a time came he was perfectly content to ignore their existence.

As he refocused on the teacher, he found that the man had finished with his rules for the time being, and a quick glance over his fellow students found that they were pairing up. It wasn't something he was keen to do himself, but Lucien knew that refusing would likely mean more attention focused in his direction. And attention usually came with questions, and worse, emotions.

And so, with a slight frown tugging at his lips, he started to see if he could spot anyone who had yet to be paired up. Although with where he was stood it was perhaps more difficult than he would like. Perhaps leaning against the wall wasn't such a good idea?

"Looks like we're the last ones left." Nao spoke up. She'd seen the young man lean against the wall and after Kaoru appeared to have different plans for the lesson, it was just the two of them who remained unpaired.

"Ito Nao," She introduced herself with a short bow. "Pleased to meet you." As Nao looked towards the field, scanning for a remaining free spot.

"Now then, shall we?" She asked the moment she found one, beckoning the young man to follow her. Surely she wouldn't be rejected by two wallflowers in a row.

Lucien blinked a couple of times as someone spoke up next to him. It seemed like he wouldn't have to find a partner after all, someone had decided to drag him into this instead. He nodded at her introduction, replying with a curt "Lucien Ashford." With any luck they wouldn't have to stick with partners beyond this first class, so he didn't particularly see the need to be polite.

Still, Nao seemed to find a clear area quickly enough, so as she gestured for him to follow he did so. As the pair walked, he idly wondered how he was supposed to demonstrate his ability to their teacher, it wasn't as if it was an obvious one after all. No one else could see the emotions he could sense. Maybe he would just point out what everyone else was currently feeling? Deep in his thoughts as he was, he barely noticed when they reached the clear space Nao was leading him to, snapping out of it just in time to prevent himself from walking into her.

Though Lucien had accepted, he didn't look very motivated to Nao. She raised a brow when her new partner almost walked into her, then bit her tongue to prevent herself from thinking aloud your power isn't one of observation, is it? She couldn't let that one slip her first day.

Nao put some space between herself and the boy, before turning to Lucien and slighting another bow. "Whenever you're ready," she beckoned him to come at her, as she bent her knees and assumed her stance.

Watching as Nao assumed a ready stance, Lucien merely tilted his head to the side as he observed her. To those who looked at her, she appeared calm and indifferent, but Lucien could feel slight annoyance radiating from her, and for some reason it seemed directed at him.

His hands curled into loose fists at his side as he pondered what to do first, attacking while her ability was unknown perhaps wasn't a good idea, and with his own ability lacking much combat prowess at that moment in time it left him at a disadvantage.

But it seemed that for now, attacking was his only course of action. Thus, after lightly bouncing in place a couple of times, he took the few strides he needed to cross the distance to Nao, aiming a punch at Nao's stomach. Of course, as he did this he couldn't resist asking a simple question. "You're annoyed at me. Why?"

"Trying to catch me off-guard?" Nao took a step back. Lucien had, of course, but he should have asked his question before winding up his punch. "What else can you tell about me?" She asked, shuffling back within boxing range to throw a high jab.

"I startled you," was his bland response as he stepped to the side to avoid Nao's strike. "And if anything, I have annoyed you more now." He span to face Nao, locking down his emotions to nothing as he tried to find something of hers to latch on to. Both annoyance and surprise were interesting emotions, but neither of them would be of much use just yet, unless he wanted to turn that annoyance into a full-out rage. And that was something he had no desire to bring upon himself.

Now at Nao's side, he swung out with a kick as he turned over the idea of perhaps lowering the annoyance. Although a calm opponent could be dangerous too.

"Perhaps," Nao acknowledged, piecing together her sparring partner's game plan. As he wound up for a kick, Nao edged in copying Lucien's earlier attempt to gut her, as she balled her fist and let it fly straight towards his stomach.

Seeing as his kick had clearly missed and Nao was using his first attack against him, Lucien barely had time to react. Planting his leg on the floor to try and stay balanced, though didn't manage to raise his arms in time to block the attack. Air driven harshly from his lungs, he hissed ever so slightly from the force behind the punch as he stumbled back several steps, barely staying on his feet.

"Is it working out for you?" Nao continued her earlier sentence, as she reverted to her earlier fighting stance. Arms raised, knees slightly bent, she witnessed the impact of her blows - both verbal and physical. "Mister Nakajima wishes to assess the control we have over our abilities, I believe." Nao deliberated. "Is there anything else you would like to try?"

Lucien took in a deep breath, steadying himself before a bland smile and equally dull laugh surfaced. "And yet you're the one who still has to demonstrate some of their ability." There wasn't much of Nao's emotions for him to work with at that particular moment in time. But the second the last word left his lips, Lucien latched onto what annoyance he could feel from Nao, intending to increase the intensity of that emotion. Perhaps she would shrug it off, but there was always the chance she would express that anger, and that was what he was aiming for. And if she demonstrated her ability as well? Well that information could potentially prove useful in the future.

Lucien's laugh was about as heartening as that of a man realising he'd drank himself into the gutter. Nothing she hadn't seen before, Nao thought, but why was this boy's empty smirk this irksome? Lucien could tell she was frustrated, but Nao did not understand how. She was more than a little tempted to slap it off of his face.

"You're right." Nao said, mirroring the ice in Lucien's eyes. She balled her fists and stepped forward; taking long confident strides towards Lucien. "Do you want to see?" She spoke plainly, pacing steadily forward. Nao knew he could feel her frustration. She knew he tried to make her do something rash and for a moment, she would let Lucien think he won. Nearing striking distance, she wound up her arm for a strike, staring Lucien dead in the eye.

"Watch." She said, as Nao planted her foot firmly and swung her fist straight towards Lucien's face - but before it would even hit, in front of Lucien there was naught but a trail of red and black smoke. Nao had completely vanished from his sight.

He was expecting some sort of reaction, although not quite in this form. He could tell that she was frustrated, although how much of that had been caused by his ability wasn't something he could determine just then. As she threw the punch at his face, Lucien raised an arm to block the strike, only for it to not connect. Instead, he soon felt an arm wrap around his neck.

Had she still been in front of him, Nao would have seen the brief look of surprise that flickered across his face as red and black smoke was left where she was stood mere moments previously. Although he didn't have much time to contemplate this as her arm wrapped around his neck. 'So that's her ability.' Was his only thought as the hold broke his concentration and allowed Nao's emotions to slip back under her own control.

"Submit." She stated coldly, pressing her forearm against Lucien's throat, planting her elbow in his shoulder to force Lucien to buckle. She hated to admit it, but her chokehold felt satisfying. Just a little... And that gratification quickly ebbed away.

Well, her ability had been demonstrated now. Hopefully that would be enough to satisfy their teacher. With one arm cutting off some of his air supply and another digging into his shoulder he certainly felt slightly uncomfortable. A dry chuckle was his reply, although he followed that up with words. "Sure, whatever." Perhaps she would let him go before he passed out? Although it seemed as if she was enjoying this too much for that to happen straight away.

She loosened her grip to let Lucien breathe, before releasing him completely. Her muscles still tingled, but the desire to force him to his knees had left her. "What in the world..." Nao muttered to herself, as her eyes wandered the fields in search of mister Nakajima. She could clearly remember her frustration, but as she watched Lucien grasp for air, Nao couldn't tell for the life of her why she'd go that far...

As Nao released him, Lucien let himself sink to his knees as he caught his breath for the second time in their little spar. Behind him, he could feel Nao's confusion. Rage, he decided, was an emotion that he wouldn't mind influencing again, although perhaps it would be best to wait until it was already directed at his opponents. His stomach, neck and shoulder were sore, and it wouldn't be much of a surprise if bruises formed there. Thinking back on her ability, he swiftly decided that Nao was someone he didn't want to push past boiling point, ever. Especially if he was the one she was facing. Next time he might end up far worse off. Although the confusion she was feeling currently could be just as interesting to push at in the future.

With his breathing back under control, Lucien pushed himself back up into a standing position, gaze sweeping briefly over the other students in search of their teacher before looking back at Nao. Idly he wondered if she had figured out his ability yet, but if not, well he was hardly about to give that away so soon.

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LOCATION ║ Sports Facilities, Field
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DATE ║ Monday, Sept. 11th, 2023

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It seemed as though Nakajima had been watching them for a while, though a little ways away, as once they'd finished he almost immediately spoke up, while also scribbling down several notes and a couple other things before finally looking up at the two of them.

"Well done, the both of you." He said, tucking the board and the thick notebook of paper underneath his arm, and then crossing them as he looked between the two. "I was going to ask you to stop, but it seems you both knew it was time. Anyways, you're the last ones I believe, so let's go ahead and move over to where everyone else is waiting, shall we? Then we can finish up this class, and you'll have some free time to relax and clean yourselves up." He nodded, and then turned around and began the short walk back to the area with the dressing rooms.

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Kosei stood quietly over by the classes designated meeting area, shifting around on his feet for a moment as he tried to calm himself down after what had happened. While Alfred had been forgiving and hadn't seemed to have any kind of reaction that Kosei had expected from him after hitting him so badly with an attack, he couldn't help but feel awful. His chest felt heavy, like there was some kind of weight on it, and the more he thought about it, the worse his head hurt, and his stomach churned. Had he really done that? After being so careful...

A quiet, but heavy sigh escaped through Kosei's mouth as he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself. It would be okay, Alfred seemed to be okay, and he didn't seem to be upset about it, but...

"Well done with your abilites, everyone! I'm quite impressed with this class. You all seemed to handle it pretty well, other than...a pair that went a bit overboard." He glanced to the left at a male, who's face had been dyed a deep red as others turned to look at him...though his partner seemed to be missing.

"But besides that!" Mr. Nakajima quickly said, calling back everyone's attention and sparing the embarrassed student from suffering any longer. "I'll be looking through the notes I took, and see what I can do to help all of you as we start off this new year and figure out how we're going to keep you powers under control, so you can perhaps use them properly and for good reasons as you get older." He waved the clipboard in front of everyone for a moment, before sticking it back under his arm and then looking down at a watch on his wrist.

"There's not much else I can say, other than you did well, and I think that this will be a good class. So good luck everyone." He said, before turning his back towards them. "You are dismissed to get changed back into your normal clothes, and head to your next class, though class won't actually be out for a little while longer. I'll see you all tomorrow, dressed and ready once I arrive here."

Kosei watched as he began to walk away, heading back towards the academy building, perhaps to prepare for his next class, and Kosei quickly began making way over to the dressing rooms, like all the others. Thank god it's finally over...

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Well done? Nao asked herself, puzzled by their teacher's assessment. He must be joking. She thought, putting her hand on her hip as she listened to Nakajima. Nothing about threatening to squeeze the breath out of a fellow student Nao could interpret as worth a compliment. Nonetheless she made a slight bow and offered her thanks. She considered helping Lucien up, but the boy had already gotten back on his feet by his own accord and lost in thought again.

Even as the class was being dismissed – Thanks goodness she could finally change out of her duckling skin – Nao couldn't quite put her mind to rest. What about the boy had provoked her to lose control? Had they met before? Nao couldn't put her finger on it. When she thought about it, Lucien was far too passive to be insufferable. He didn't even seem to flinch much when his air was being cut off. Either Lucien had felt in control of the entire exercise or he had a long history of violence and torture. That guy was not normal by any stretch of the word...

Nao wasn't deep enough in thought to – finally – get a hold of Alfred. She sure could use the distraction. “You look like you had quite the work out.” Nao commented when she peeked behind Alfred to see three angel-sized patches of scorched grass. So that was fire she smelled. Well, that was a topic if any, and there was some time before their next class.

“Could you use a drink, Morning?”

"This is the part where I never live down our first meeting, isn't it? Alfred stated, rubbing the back of his head slightly with a sheepish smile. The smile faltered a slight bit as he seemed to glance back looking for someone. "Sure, I wouldn't mind a drink, but could you wait for just a minute? I'll be right back."

“I suppose.” Nao raised an eyebrow, wondering what his business was. Alfred took off at a light jog back towards the dressing room, stopping at the blonde haired kid he had been paired up with during the class. He stood there for a moment, their conversation out of earshot. Alfred placed a hand on the kid's shoulder, giving a light clap on it before jogging back towards Nao.

"Sorry, just had some business to finish up. What you feel like?"

“A change of clothes, to start with.” Nao smiled. Really the plain white shirt and shorts were sucking the soul out of her. “A friend?” Nao asked, nodding to the spiky-haired blonde. Alfred glanced back at the kid, giving a half smile as he did so.

"If I have my way, then yes. Looks like he could use one." Alfred then gave a look down at his own gym clothes, covered in more than a little bit of sweat. "And yeah, guess we should change out of these things first. Kosei gave me a run for my money today." Alfred peered up from his clothes. "So change and meet back out here, sound good?"

“You didn't tell me you were a mind-reader.” Nao placed a hand on her hip, “See you in a minute.” She flipped her hair as she threaded her way back to the changing room. Surely Nao was still worth watching walk, even in the duckling skin.

"..O...ok." Alfred more or less stammered, before the sounds of a muffled surprise cry seemed to come from him. Sparing a glance back, Nao could see that one of his 'Angels' had covered his face and was dragging him back towards the boys' changing room. She had to smother a giggle in the palm of her hand.

Nao didn't spend quite as much time on the changing room etiquette as she had before the lesson, content to smile and nod as the other girls exchanged their first experiences. She briefly examined the room for Kaoru, but the girl wasn't there. In the back of her head, courtesy demanded she'd ask if anyone knew what the pink-haired girl had wandered off to, but courtesy could wait. There was only so much time before the term Ability Use.

When she made it out of the changing room, Alfred wasn't there yet. Late? Nao wondered as she straightened her skirt. She had figured she was the girl between the two. Suddenly three floating silver orbs, Alfred's Angels, came floating rather quickly out of the boy's changeroom. They seemed to be surveying their surroundings for a moment before darting over to Nao, hovering mere inches from her face as they seemed to ripple and change shape on a whim. Are they analysing me? Nao thought, as the Angels seemed to be trying to determine who she was or what she was like. Well this isn't creepy at all. Nao crossed her arms as she glared at the floating metal balls.

"Hey! Stop that, get away from her!" Alfred stated in firm tone like a father reprimanding his children. Almost immediately they withdrew to float behind Alfred's head. "You know better than that, c'mon!" Alfred walked forward slightly. "Sorry, they're naturally curious about pretty much everything. Where to?"

“Angels, you called them?” Nao bit her tongue, staring down each orb as they retreated. Nao did her best to hide the disgust in her voice, but her eyes alone were enough to make the orbs ripple like it was raining on them.

“The school cafeteria,” Nao walked ahead at an easy pace, facing away from Alfred a second to take a deep breath. It's not a big deal. She sighed inwardly, but being sniffed out wasn't exactly Nao's idea of a proper introduction.

“What happened during your exercise, Alfred?” Nao shifted gears to a more pleasant tone, “I thought I smelled fire.”

"Oh yeah, that would be my brain." Alfred stated as if that wasn't a completely alarming statement. "Apparently Kosei, the guy I was paired with, is capable of outputting a ton of electricity or something. That tends to suck when you have giant floating metal balls that are connected to you through a mental link." Alfred stated as he continued to walk. One of the balls landed on his shoulder and pretended to melt, covering a good portion of him in silvery liquid. He didn't seem to register what it was doing at all, but Nao couldn't help but frown at the Angel's odd habits.

"So, trying to put Kosei through the paces and see what he was capable of, I got one hell of a..." Alfred peered over at Nao with a mischievous look on his face. "Shock."

The corners of Nao's mouth curled. “That's awful.” Her words contrasted her expression, Alfred's smile only got wider as he continued, revelling in his own pun.

"But yeah, that was my bout with the human battery. What about you?" Alfred peered over, his orbs hovering closer to him almost as if they wanted to hear the story for themselves as well.

“I wonder about that myself,” Nao mused, recalling her spar with Lucien, but she wasn't about to tell Alfred she nearly choked a guy. “Not half as electrifying as yours.” She dodged. Alfred winced and smiled, to Nao's relief.

“Looks like we're here,” Nao announced, as the cafeteria wing came in sight. Hardly fit for any lunch occasion, Nao thought, but unless they wanted to leave campus, it would have to do. “I believe I offered you a drink, what can I get you?” Nao asked, as the pair walked up to the entrance.

"Nah, don't worry about it, I'll grab them. Why don't you find us a seat?" Alfred asked, walking ahead of Nao slightly. "Chocolate milk is generally a good drink right after a workout. Sound good?"

“Tea, please. Green if they have.” Nao intervened. Chocolate or milk, just weren't for her. For a second, her thoughts wandered to what the girls' changing room's reaction would be to that revelation.

During classes, the cafeteria was practically empty. It wasn't so much finding a seat as picking one between the handful of teachers sipping their morning coffee. The window, Nao decided, was a good place to sit by, so she pulled back a chair in the middle far away from both the door and lunch-lady and waited for Alfred to join her.

Before long, Alfred was walking towards her with a chocolate milk in one hand and a plastic cup filled with tea in the other. One of his Angels floated over before he got there, planting itself on another chair as if it were a person. The other two followed suit, each grabbing a chair for themselves around their area as Alfred placed the tea in front of Nao. "One tea, colored green, as requested."

“Why thank you.” Nao nodded as Alfred took a seat across from her, taking a swig from his chocolate milk as soon as he did.

"And that is how you put out a brain fire." Alfred stated, rubbing his temple ever so slightly. After a moment of that, he looked back at Nao once more. "You never did quite tell me how your fight went? I doubt any of them were too boring to bother telling details about."

No escaping the inquisition, Nao narrated internally, as she folded her hands and studied Alfred's features. “Well,” She delayed answering and sipped her tea. “It was over very quickly. I think my opponent tried to get in my mind but...” Nao looked out of the window by her conveniently chosen seat. “I think I'm supposed to check on how he's doing.” She answered somewhat nonchalantly and took another sip of her tea. “We didn't get along as well as you did with your partner.”

Alfred's eyes didn't narrow, but they did seem to track several different things at once on Nao's face as she spoke. Once she finished, he smiled softly but it wasn't necessarily one of happiness or mirth, more of... Understanding? Alfred took a big chug out of his chocolate milk, almost like he really did need to put out a fire on his brain. "Well getting along isn't necessarily for everyone I suppose. He said with only the slightest sound of resignation. Just as fast as it appeared, it was gone again as he seemingly perked up from out of nowhere. "Did you want to go see him then? Make sure he's not passed out on a bench or crying in the bathroom somewhere?" Alfred paused, as Nao thought to herself she wouldn't mind the latter. Alfred glanced at his wrist and at the watch that was on it. "On second thought, we may want to start heading towards our next class. It's going to be starting soon."

“Same thing then.” Nao politely reflected Alfred's smile, though wanting to see Lucien wasn't exactly the way she would put it. Unlike the young man and his chocolate milk, though, she was still far from finished with her tea. She shoved her tea mug to the middle of the table and chair back, before letting her eyes wander from the campus back to Alfred's.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Nao softly ran the tips of her fingers over the back of Alfred's hand. She smiled more warmly, silently thanking him for his understanding. “-And for the tea too, but next time is my treat.” Nao stood up, making preparative to get back. “I insist.”

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The moment he and Nao were acknowledged by Mr. Nakajima, Lucien turned and headed for the designated meeting area without even glancing back at his sparring partner. Now that the adrenaline from the little match had vanished, he was starting to feel the emotions of everyone around him again. It seemed like he had gotten a little blind to the outside world during the fight. Something he wasn't keen to repeat.

As the teacher spoke up, Lucien wasn't ashamed to admit that he stopped paying attention, although the sudden spike of embarrassment from a red-faced student caught his attention for the briefest moment. Still, it wasn't enough to drag Lucien completely from his mental post-fight review.

Looking back he could easily see the things he had done wrong, one of them being the level he had raised Nao's annoyance too. If he faced her again in the future he would keep that in mind. Although he was hoping not to do so anytime soon.

Dragging himself from his thoughts, he blinked as he noticed that he was in the changing rooms, several other people changing back into their uniform around him. Looking down he saw that he had his own clothes in hand and set about changing into them.

Once dressed and covered to a decent level, Lucien set about unwinding the bandages from his arms. For now his shirt and jumper would cover the scars, and the material was still in a good enough condition to reuse if needed. Now completely ready, Lucien shoved the sports clothes into his locker, closing and locking the door to it afterwards.

As Lucien went to leave the changing rooms, he caught a glimpse of a pale bruise forming around his neck. It seemed Nao had used a tighter grip on his neck than he thought. He shrugged it off for now, however. If it ended up showing more later in the day then he might take the time to wrap something around it. Either way, until it was gone it would serve a reminder to not be so careless in the future.

Finally exiting the changing rooms and getting away from the emotions of his classmates, Lucien headed in the direction of his next class. Not particularly looking forward to this one either. Now he would be stuck in a room of emotional teenagers for however long, rather than being outside where at least he could get away from them if needed.

Still, his expression betrayed none of his thoughts, and the dark-haired teen soon found himself stood outside of his next class. It still seemed to be in session when he arrived, so Lucien waited until the class finished and emptied of people before ducking in, nodding to the teacher in greeting before finding a seat in the corner of the room. Perhaps this time there wouldn't be anyone coming over to annoy him.






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Nova perked up as her sister mentioned something about a hiking trip. 'A trip? I might be able to go this time?' That thought soon had a wide grin threatening to split the white-haired teen's face. Nova's counseling session had clashed with the last trip and she'd had to stay behind and talk about weird stuff to the doctor while everyone else was out having fun. It wasn't fair! But, maybe she could go if there was one?

With her thoughts floating around about a trip outside, Nova barely noticed the receptionist calling out their names, although she did see the paper get put on the desk in the reflection. Red eyes squinted a little as she tried to read her timetable without actually going over to pick it up. Although she quickly gave up on this, attention wandering back to other things. Like the forest beyond the campus grounds. The green looked pretty too! Not as pretty as red but still...

Nova waited until Natalia was distracted with the papers before opening the window, and jumping onto the ledge. The glass pane had barely opened wide enough, but the small teen managed to squeeze through and end up on the ledge the other side.

Laughing loudly, she turned to stick her tongue out at Natalia and the receptionist before sliding off the ledge, onto the ground and taking off at a run. She wanted to visit the forest now!






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Thankfully Miss Maes didn't seem too annoyed at Shizuka turning up late, one look at the purple-haired girl's sickly face probably took care of any arguments the motherly teacher had. Shizuka straightened up from the bow and turned to go to her seat near the back of the class, although she was soon ducking her head as her cheeks flushed from the glances her classmates spared her.

Still, she got to her seat without further incident and took her notebook out to start taking down the notes she had missed. Although she barely had time to lift up her pen before Keiji ended up in front of her desk.

Shizuka blinked as he spoke, but by the time what he said had registered he already had her hand in his and was unwrapping the bandages, and of course the blush that had faded was now making itself known again. His comment that she would need stitches saw Shizuka frantically shake her head, but Keiji carried on by standing up and asking her to take off her clothes. 'W-What did he just say?'

With her face perhaps redder than it had been in a long time, Shizuka's breathing picked up a little as she stared up at Keiji with wide, unblinking eyes. Although this lasted all of a few seconds before one of her female classmates called the male a pervert and knocked him to the floor after a book hit his head.

Snapped out of her embarrassed daze, she listened to their teacher ask Keiji something, and his clearly flirty response. But his gesture in her direction along with the comment of her needing to get stitches and volunteering to take her to the nurse's office just saw Shizuka shake her head before shrinking in on herself as several of her classmates spotted the cut across her left palm.

Keiji's reply to Miss Maes not letting him accompany her to the nurse's office did manage to get a small smile out of Shizuka. But since she didn't really want to stay in class and her bandages were useless now that Keiji had taken him off, she quickly shoved her book and pen back into her bag before grabbing it in her right hand and hurrying out of class.

Keiji would likely be pleased to note that the blush he had provoked still lingered on her cheeks.

Out in the hallway once more, Shizuka allowed herself to breathe normally once more. It was cooler than in the classroom and the air allowed the teen to try and take control of her blushing once more, although she didn't have too much success on this front.

Once Shizuka felt more composed, she started to head in the direction of the nurse's office, although she stared at her feet to keep those few students still wandering the hallways from noticing the blush on her face. The curtain of purple that her hair provided did well enough.

As much as she wanted to forget the incident in class ever happened, Shizuka's mind wouldn't stop replaying the whole scene from the classroom. Of course, by the time it replayed for perhaps the third time, she managed to shake her head to clear it from her mind...

...And walked into someone in the process.

Stumbling backwards a couple of steps from the sudden collision, Shizuka looked up to see the dark hair and eyes of one of her classmates, Abel Coelho.

If she had to pick who she preferred over Keiji and Abel, Shizuka's answer would likely by Abel, if only because he perhaps flirted a little less than Keiji did. Still, both tended to say things that prompted her blushes and the girl was sure that one day she would pass out from the blood rushing to her face.

Blinking, Shizuka realised two things at once. One, she had been staring at Abel for a few seconds now. Two, she likely looked a sorry state. She still had an almost abnormally pale tone to her skin accompanied by slightly flushed cheeks which seemed to grow redder with each passing second. There was also her hand to consider as well, although her clenching it into a loose fist merely prompted the blood to slowly trickle between her fingers.

"Oh, um. Sorry. I'll be going now." Completely embarrassed, Shizuka looked down once more, the floor very interesting all of a sudden.

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Alfred thought the day was off to a great start.

He had already made a new friend, managed to have a sit down with a beautiful woman…

If it wasn’t for the fact that he had nearly been electrically lobotomized it might have been a perfect morning. Still, there was the fact that Nao was avoiding answering him on the fight portion, of which he was still curious as to why but he understood boundaries. She was reaching out to him just as he was to her, and he didn’t want to strain the very fragile bond that was just starting to form. Her reasons for not wanting to talk about it were her own, and he had understood that. The next class was Ability and Power Use, which from Alfred’s understanding was meant as a way to limit one’s abilities and to better fit in with society at large. Alfred pondered how much use it would be to everyone, considering the wide range of abilities already on display. Alfred looked over at Nao for a moment. He still didn’t really know her aside from the fact that she had an almost regal air to her. He didn’t know what her ability was, or if it was tied to the reason she didn’t want to talk about her fight with the other classmate Lucien. Still, he was enjoying the fact that she had reached out to him at least a little. He didn’t know the problem yet, but his intuition was telling him that Nao had issues, possibly deep seated ones that she would eventually need help with. When that time came, Alfred would be there to aid her in whatever way he could.

They stopped their walk only long enough to grab their supplies for the next class, and the rest of the trip was short enough that not much conversation was necessary. When they got to the classroom, Nao’s eyes were drawn by a dark-haired boy at the far end of the class. “I suppose I better see to him before class starts.” Nao stated with lingering reluctance in her voice. “Talk to you later, Alfred.” She excused herself with a slight smile and bow, before wandering into the classroom.


“Sure thing.” Alfred said as nonchalantly as he possibly could while moving into the classroom himself. He took up a spot somewhere near the middle, most of the kids having yet to arrive to the room. The teacher was already there though, sitting behind her desk and looking completely too busy for someone who was just about to teach a class. Several documents lay littered over the desk’s surface as fingers quickly and calmly typed at what seemed a thousand words per minute. Her eyes kept darting from the papers to the computer screen, only glancing elsewhere to peer at any new students entering the room for a split second before returning to whatever it was she was doing. Soon, the bell rang signifying the start of the next class and she seemed to stop instantly. Alfred took a look around, recognizing that many of the classmates he had for the ability control were also there. Maybe they would have largely similar course loads, would make getting to know people a lot easier.

The teacher stood up from her desk, walking to the center of the chalkboard and looking at each of the students. Her gaze was inquisitive, hard but not necessarily harsh. She had a sharp beauty to her but a ring on her finger would ward off any potential suitors or eager beaver students. She turned towards the board, a small light appearing from her hand as a piece of chalk seemed to materialize into her fingers. With that chalk, she wrote her name on the board with a slight amount of flourish. “My name is Mrs. Masumi, and I will be teaching you Power and Ability use.” She turned back towards the classroom, seeming to emphasis her hand as the chalk was enveloped in a small amount of light and it retracted into her palm. An interesting way to let us know you’re an Awakened yourself ma’am. Alfred thought to himself as she continued to talk. “The purpose of this course is to manage your ability usage, to better mold yourself to societal norms, and ultimately understand your powers and yourself in such a way that interacting with…’normies’ as some of you have colorfully put it, is as easy as breathing.” She took a moment to make sure everyone understood the core concept before continuing. “This course will involve a few homework assignments over its lifespan, although most of them will be practical in nature. There will be tests and pop quizzes to make sure you are paying attention, but a lot of what I will be hoping to teach you will rely mainly on literal application of your power and discussion material as to what it means to be an Awakened in a mixed world. Any questions so far?” Alfred raised his hand, and Mrs. Masumi pointed at him. “Mr. Komatsu, correct?”

“Yes ma’am.” Alfred stated, before lowering his hand. “Assuming that this class is primarily about helping us live with our abilities in a society that doesn’t consider them commonplace or altogether natural, what about the ones who show no outward signs of their awakened status? Conversely, what about those ones who can’t necessarily hide their abilities?” Alfred felt a couple pairs of eyes on him, and undoubtedly more than a few people were muttering ‘nerd’ underneath their breath but it was question he wanted to ask since he felt he fell under the second portion of it.

“A good question Alfred.” Mrs. Masumi stated. “To be clear, this class isn’t about hiding your powers from society, but more about realizing how they can be used to contribute in a meaningful way and to limit their impact in terms of cultural feedback. Whether you display your ability much like Mr. Komatsu’s ‘Angels’ or your ability is more subtle such as Mr. Kasahara’s electrokinesis, everyone can have a positive influence on the community at large.” Mrs. Masumi started walking over to one side of the classroom. “There will be resistance, of which I’m sure most of you and even myself has felt. The fact is that people will almost always fight against change, because they have become used to the norm. They don’t want anything to be different, so they rebel.”

Mrs. Masumi’s hand reached out with surprising speed, grabbing a student’s phone out of his hand before he could say anything. With another slight flash, the phone disappeared into the palm of her hand. “You can see me after class and get it back then.” She stated in a tone so cold it could give ice chills.

“Were there any other questions?”

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Before their first lesson ability use was to kick off, there was one more thing Nao had to excuse herself to Alfred for. She'd scanned the room as she had entered and quickly found Lucien, her sparring partner from last class. Nao dropped her shoulders as she made her way to the desk in the back Lucien was sitting at. This was not a conversation she wanted to have.

“Lucien.” Nao addressed her classmate as she sat down next to him. “How are you feeling after last class?” She asked him, tilting her head and trying to make eye-contact.

Lucien turned his attention from the view of the academy grounds and locked eyes with Nao just long enough to reply with a bland “Perfect.” despite the faint bruise around his neck contradicting the statement.

“Good to hear.” Nao replied with equal lack of emotion. Lucien refocused his gaze to the the other side of the window. That the boy had no manners was old news at this point, Nao crosser her legs under her desk. She'd done her dues. If Lucien didn't want to talk, that just made it easier. Now she could free up her mind to listen to what Mrs. Masumi had to say.

Ability Use seemed to be a more conventional class so far, as far as Nao could judge. At the very least, it was a lot closer to what she understood about high-school. She raised an eyebrow as fellow students mocked Alfred under their breath for asking questions. What is wrong with that? She asked herself, while subsequently listening to Mrs. Masumi's answer.

“Mrs. Masumi,” Nao raised her hand and waited for their teacher to acknowledge her, “Could you provide us examples of contributions the awakened have made to society with their abilities.” She asked, while rendering her memory for appropriate answers. To Nao's knowledge, the majority of media attention went out to the trouble the awakened caused versus the good they did. From fundamentalist propaganda to acts of terrorism such as the infamous case of Tomimoto Taikan... And her own powers... Nao knew for sure – had not been used in ways Mrs. Masumi would deem good for society.

“Are there any public figures you wish future generations to aspire to?”

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DATE ║ Monday, Sept. 11th, 2023

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Chiharu sat quietly near the front of the classroom, tapping her fingers against the desk in boredom as Mrs. Masumi went on with her lesson. The day had been rather uneventful so far, and perhaps wasn't her favorite. The first class had started with her having to team up with some other kid to spar off, which had ended somewhat okay, she supposed. They at least both displayed their powers well enough, with her blocking the attacks with her forcefields from the male classmate, while he attacked her with all she had. To say she wasn't exhausted from that would be a lie. It wasn't easy keeping up a forcefield and moving it around to shield herself, all while keeping the energy keeping it up strong enough so it wouldn't shatter.

So now she was sitting in the classroom, trying to keep herself awake as the woman went on about several people, answering several questions, stealing away a phone and somehow making it disappear...of course, that was fine with Chiharu, as long as she didn't really have to do anything for a while.

But of course, her wish of staying and doing nothing for a while was quickly dashed away as Mrs. Masumi spoke up after a minute or so of silence.

"No more questions then, I suppose?" She looked over them once more, to double check and make sure she wasn't wrong. "Alright, then we're moving on. If you have anymore questions, you can come to me after class, or ask me if we have any leftover time." Chiharu watched her as she began moving over to the desk, and then picked up several posterboards that had been leaning against it. "Alright, we're going to be doing a small group project, and it's easy. It should only take around fifteen minutes to finish." She placed them on top of one students desk, and then looked around. "I'll be placing you in groups of five myself. Each of you will be discussing your abilities, and what you can do with them to have a positive impact on today's society, perhaps talk about how you could help in certain job industries, or other things like that."

Group work? Why? Chiharu let her shoulders droop. Can't we just do this on our own...?

"It'll be a good way to get to know everyone in your class year, since I'm sure most of you haven't exactly been able to hit it off with anyone so far. Not to mention, others can help with giving you ideas on how your powers might work, broaden your horizons a bit." Mrs. Masumi began walking through the desks, looking at each of them. "I'll start by numbering you off. One, two, three, four..."

Chiharu let out a long sigh, watching her number off each person. She, herself, had ended up as a three, and she was hoping that she would get stuck in a group with people who were at least...okay enough.

"Three." The red haired guy from before, who had asked a question. "Three." Another male classmate, one with a particularly emotionless expression. "Three." A girl with dark hair, who was rather pretty if she did say so herself. "Three." The blonde, spiky haired kid who Mrs. Masumi had mentioned before in an answer to a question. So, these were the ones who would be in her group. They didn't seem too bad. Maybe she wouldn't have a hard time working with them...or she could just do her own thing while they worked on theirs.

"Okay, everyone, ones are here, twos here, and threes here," she pointed to a spot near the back, by the windows of the classroom, "fours here..."

Finally, after she finished listing off everyones' spots, she clapped her hands once, and then nodded. "I'm giving you all twenty-five minutes. Use it wisely, you have to present to the class after we're all finished. Go ahead, grab your posters, some markers, and get in your groups."

The class immediately began to move around, getting up from their spots. Chiharu did herself, and she found her way through the small blockage of students in the aisles of the desks to her group's spot.

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Quite the underscore. Nao's lips tightened when their teacher emphasised the word lives. It almost felt as if mrs. Masumi was on the defensive. Of course - Nao swept aside, that was to be expected. The media hadn't exactly been kind to the awakened and the school was still far from completely turning the image around. Still, mrs. Masumi proved she wasn't blind to the dark underbelly of their side of the conversation. Nao could respect that sense of realism, but she struggled to think of herself as a doctor or rescue worker. Nao stifled a smile, the very suggestion felt positively ridiculous. She nodded along with the explanation, after which the teacher moved on to preparing the class for the following exercise.

Nao's eyes followed mrs. Masumi's finger in order to predict her number as the teacher systematically grouped the students. Nao soon deducted she would be in the same group as a particularly tired-seeming blonde girl in the front, at the same time when mrs. Masumi assigned Alfred to the same group. When the blonde girl's gaze fell upon her, Nao already had herself equipped with a polite smile, one Nao extended as then she glanced at Alfred.

Less pleased, Nao was to learn the third member of their ensemble was Lucien, inwardly sighing that in group discussion, she couldn't as easily uphold the unspoken silence agreement she'd just made with her neighbour. The final member of their group was the boy she'd seen Alfred running up to earlier, his sparring partner, if Nao's memory served her.

As Lucien and she were already sitting next to one another, Nao gestured to the others to come their way to the back at the window-side of the class. As they were making their way, Nao took three chairs from their now vacant desks to place near Lucien's desk. Habitually, Nao remained standing until everyone had sat down, as if she were receiving her classmates as guests in her home. “Ito Nao.” She bowed to her two blonde classmates respectively, before sitting down.

A short silence followed, as past introductions none of the others seemed to spark the talk. She had hoped to have a little more time to think about what she could say, but between that and a lingering silence, Nao decided to go first. “I'm a teleporter, I can move myself from one place to another.” She prompted, but no legitimate career choices came to mind. “I admit I've not thought about this subject very much... I rather thought society preferred I keep my abilities hidden.”

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Kosei stood up from his desk as Mrs. Masumi gave them an "okay," and awkwardly shifted around the other students as he tried to make his way to the other side of the classroom, where she'd asked those in his group to go. He mumbled a sorry to those he bumped into, before finally he'd arrived at their spot. Looking up, he found that he had been grouped up with Alfred again, along with the girl he had seen him with after their last class. Then there was silent male who looked like he had no interest in this entire thing, and the blonde female who looked like she would gladly take a nap if she was allowed to. He guessed it was going to be an interesting group.

He quickly sat down on the chair that the dark haired girl had gotten for him, offering a quick "thank you," to her before he found himself comfortable. "Ito Nao" and a quick bow was how the dark haired girl introduced herself, and Kosei sat quietly for a moment. She seemed to be rather formal, which kind of felt somewhat strange to him in this kind of school setting, but it wasn't bad or anything. "Um, I'm Kasahara Kosei, it's nice to meet you all." He barely finished before the other girl, his blonde classmate, spoke up. "Amari Chiharu. Pleasure to be working with you all." Her voice dripped with sarcasm in the last bit, and Kosei had alreadu figured out by now that she really wasn't in a very good mood, and probably would have preferred to be somewhere else at the moment.

As the short silence was again broken by Nao, Kosei listened quietly, trying to think of anything himself. No one really seemed to be interested in talking or helping to keep the conversation going in this group, as the awkward quiet followed once again, and the blonde let out a near silent sigh, biting his lip for a second before looking back up and trying to force himself to relax. "Electrokinesis is my ability." He said, looking around at the others. "I haven't really thought much about what I could do either. I guess rescue work is a possibility, but I'm not really sure how I'd even do in that field." He shrugged. "I feel the same way about...society wanting us to keep our abilities hidden, like Nao. It sure has seemed that way in the things I've heard and seen."

"You would be surprised." Chiharu suddenly spoke up. "You see, not all of society is about the whole getting rid of us or keeping us hidden. Some of them would prefer maybe...worpshipping us, or treating us like some kind of higher being, which surprisingly isn't much better." She shrugged before leaning back in the chair, and closing her eyes for a moment.

"Oh, forcefields is my ability, by the way, and I would prefer to stay away from any dangerous types of occupations, as convient as having a forcefield would be in those kind of areas."

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After the very short exchange with Nao, the class started to fill up with more students and the emotions pouring off of them meant that Lucien was struggling not to let anything show. When the class finally started, Lucien had listened to the information about what the class would entail, followed by the brief question and answer session. And then, of course, came something that Lucien decided he would severely dislike.

Group work.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, he was grouped with Nao as well. Although she seemed equally displeased at being grouped with him as well, given the emotions he could feel. The other three members of their group consisted of a blonde girl he had briefly spied during their previous class, the red-headed male that had been talking to Nao at the start of the day and the blonde boy who had been the red-head's partner during the previous class.

It was somewhat unsurprising that Nao introduced herself first once the group was settled into chairs. Of course, he had somewhat figured out her ability already from their spar earlier, but having that confirmed was useful. Teleporting. Oh how his friends would have loved for him to have an ability like that. Nao then mentioned that she hadn't thought much about the uses she could have for her ability. Although this class seemed to be for figuring that out.

What was surprising was the blonde male speaking up next, given the nervous energy that seemed to cling to him, Lucien figured that he would have to be prodded into actually speaking up. The other blonde piped in with her name and her displeasure for group work was obvious through both her tone of voice and her emotions. Lucien silently agreed with her.

Kosei, the blonde male, stated his ability to be electrokinesis. It sounded like it could be a rather powerful ability if used right, especially given society's reliance on electricity. Kosei visibly forced himself to relax as he spoke, although Lucien's ability still picked up the nerves he was clearly feeling. The blonde hadn't thought much about it either apparently.

'Is everyone going to be like that?' Chiharu spoke up again here, interjecting that some people worshiped the awakened, as opposed to hating them. That said, she soon leaned back in her chair before mentioning that her ability was forcefields and immediately stated her desire to stay away from dangerous situations. Lucien could understand that as well. Danger was something he would have enough of once he finally left the academy, he had no desire to go looking for it in the meantime.

Given that three of the five people in their group had now spoken up, Lucien glanced over at the red-head as he silently pondered whether to speak up next or not. Figuring that he might as well get it over with, his nails discreetly dug into the palms of his hands, the pain helping Lucien to focus his emotions more.

"Lucien Ashford. My ability is Pathokinesis, and something involving crowd control seems likely to be in my future." He hadn't lied, it was entirely possible that he would be sent on some sort of job in the future where crowd control was needed.

His part out of the way with, Lucien glanced at the last member of their group, who seemed to have three silver balls floating around him. A confused look briefly flickered across Lucien's face, was he seriously feeling emotions coming from those things?

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Date || Monday, Sept. 11th, 2023

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A group project? Should be a good way to get some face time with at least some of the people in the grade here. I already know at least 2, so I’m better off than most.

Alfred thought this to himself once Mrs. Masumi started talking about the small project. He sat patiently, getting out his books and tools for writing as she started poking numbers at people. He only paused long enough to hear which number he was assigned before pulling out pencils and the like to help with the creation of the poster. He didn’t know who he was paired with until he sat down. He gave a smile to everyone as he took a seat, but was also slightly disappointed. He had already met Nao and Kosei, and while he didn’t necessarily know Nao’s ability, he had gotten a good read on her as a person and that was good enough. Kosei was the guy who kicked Alfred’s ass in sparring. Alfred smiled a little bit as he remembered that bit, already formulating strategies to combat it for next time. While two of the people in his group he hadn’t met, he had been hoping for it to be entirely new so that he could branch out and hopefully meet everyone in his grade.

Alfred dragged an empty desk towards the group so he would have a space to write on, and took the poster paper they were given, placing it in front of himself. He dug into his bag and pulled out several markers, one for each member of the group. Nao was the one to take charge of the conversation, something Alfred expected of her if it wasn’t him. She got the ball rolling, and he learned her ability. He took out the brown marker, putting her name down with a bit of a flourish, underlining it, and then describing her ability beneath it. A teleporter? Interesting. There were many applications for such an ability, depending on the limitations associated with her power. Alfred already thought of several helpful positions Nao could occupy in order to help people, if she could also teleport people as well. Even if she didn’t, she had options aplenty.

The next one to speak was Kosei, which honestly surprised Alfred. He had thought the kid would have been last and required a bit of poking to get talking, but here was speaking up on his own. Granted, Alfred shouldn’t be judging the kid based entirely off of one class worth of interactions, so maybe he wasn’t as nervous or shy as he displayed but had a hidden reserve of strength to him that he could pull on in times of need. Either way, Alfred already knew Kosei’s power as he pulled a red marker out and wrote Kosei’s name with a different style this time. Underneath he put Kosei’s title of his ability, but he also wanted to write ‘Giant headache inducing power’ underneath it. Electricity was not something Alfred was used to having hurled at himself or his angels, so Kosei had caught him off guard. Either way, he was proud that the kid sought the initiative to speak to the group on his own. Maybe he didn’t require as much help as Alfred thought. Not to mention his ability had several practical applications, mainly concerning power to be honest but he would never be out of a job should he decide to go that route.

With Kosei’s little bit out of the way, that left the two people he hadn’t introduced himself to yet. Amari Chiharu, a blonde girl who seemed to drip sarcasm and venom like a leaky faucet dripped water. Reserve Judgement Al, see who she is first. Alfred grabbed a blue marker, and like the others, wrote her name down slightly different from the others. There was a bit of discussion regarding society wanting Awakened to keep their abilities hidden, but Amari chimed in, stating that some people wanted to worship them and treat them as Gods. That hadn’t been Alfred’s experience, but it felt like she was speaking from history rather than speculation. She then added onto her thought like a side note that her ability was forcefields. She didn’t have any desire to put herself in harm's way, and while Alfred could understand the mentality he couldn’t agree with it. She had an ability that literally stopped harm in its tracks and she would refuse to use it to help people? There had to other applications for such a thing, but he would require more information before he could even begin to guess.

The next one up introduced himself as Lucien Ashford. He was curt and got right to the point, if anything he came off as incredibly apathetic, although if Alfred was correct in remembering the definition for Pathokinesis, it was understandable. It had something to do with emotions, right? Manipulation of such a thing, maybe projecting them into other people? Reading their emotions? Alfred would have to look up the definition later to be sure, but for the time being he went with his gut. He grabbed an orange marker, following his own standard and writing Lucien’s name differently. Lucien stated that his ability could be used for crowd control, but would that really be the only case? Manipulating someone’s emotions felt like an invasion of the mind to Alfred, and he had a hard time thinking up anything other than potential riot control as a career choice for Lucien. Alfred wrote down several notes on the paper, tapping the marker against his chin. There had to be something better than this, where his ability wouldn’t be considered a breach of privacy or the like. Maybe a therapist? Would that fall under mind probing? Who knows…

Alfred felt someone poke him slightly and he looked up to see all eyes on him. “Oh, my bad. Sorry, was thinking about everything you guys were saying.” Alfred put down his markers for a moment, allowing his orbs to float a bit closer to the back of his head. “Unfortunately, my ability isn’t as easy to explain as the rest of you. Some of you may have already noticed that I have these weird metal balls constantly floating around me.” Alfred held out a hand and one of orbs split off a small chunk of its body. That chunk floated down to his hand and ‘sat’ in it. As he moved his hand, the small metallic liquid slid between his fingers. “There’s no real name for them as far as the rest of the world is concerned, so I simply call them my Guardian Angels. They follow my orders but act like lost puppies sometimes. They can do a number of things…” The small orb hopped out of Alfred’s hand and into the middle of the table. It turned into a frog, and made the motion to make the sound ‘ribbit’ even though no noise was heard. It then turned into a cube, then a triangle, and then ended up making a very miniature version of Alfred sitting in the desk. “Versatile things really, but aside from commanding them I myself don’t have any actual powers.” Alfred glanced down to see his angel mimicking him as he talked and moved. Stop it. Alfred stated. “So, I don’t really know what kinda job I would want or get, since they’re always with me. I’ve always been interested in being a firefighter or even a police officer, but I wonder if these things will hold me back or help with that.”

Alfred looked down to see his angel was ignoring him and still mimicking him perfectly. He took a hand and quickly swatted the angel, which turned into a liquid and started sliding around on his arm. Alfred paid it no mind as it weaved around his wrist and fingers. “And in terms of society wanting our powers to keep hidden, while I don’t necessarily disagree with you Amari, it’s been my experience that the vast majority wish that we would keep out of sight and out of mind. Like Mrs. Masumi stated, there’s always a resistance to change and that’s how most of the world reacts...at least from my point of view.”

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Great. Nao mentally recoiled at the intonation of Chiharu's introduction. Perhaps this was more acceptable for normal teenagers, but the lack of composure left a sour taste in Nao's mouth. It wasn't like the academy was Nao's first choice to be either, but at least the girl could try be a little more graceful about it. Her brow narrowed for a split second before it relaxed. They're inexperienced, Nao. She surmised to herself, but it would be a while before she could get used to it.

Taking turns the students spoke up. Manipulating electricity, generating forcefields, certainly abilities Nao could find use for – although her first ideas weren't exactly to the benefit of society. Then Lucien spoke up, uttering the word “Pathokinesis.” Nao tried to dissect the word. Pathokinesis, the manipulation of pathos- that jerk can control emotion! Nao almost sighed of relief upon the realisation. Yet as soon as the shame dropped off her shoulders, it was replaced by a sense of dread. Even if her self-control was not to be blame for this morning, Lucien could make her lose it, courtesy of his presence alone.

Last to speak was Alfred. “Some of you may have already noticed-” He began, to which Nao raised an eyebrow and inwardly commented; Really now, morning? Nao did listen attentively, as Alfred's explanation and subsequent demonstration if his angels connected the dots in Nao's head. Her prior experience with them began to make a little more sense.

“Why, worship would certainly make some things... Easier. Nao followed, as her own future came to mind. A god wouldn't be put on trial. In spite of Chiharu's antagonism, however, the blonde girl was certainly onto something interesting.

“I'm not sure if this fits the purpose of this class, but does having powers necessitate we use them? I would rather be defined by my choices than what I was born with.” Nao posed to the group. Though food for thought, it was not a topic Nao deemed they would have the time to discuss. She glanced shortly at the clock, before cutting back to the original topic at hand with a gracious smile, “What if I don't want to be a delivery girl?”

Nao put her index finger to her lower lip. “I think you have plenty interesting options, Kasahara – was it?” Nao's eyes shifted as she moved the conversation away from herself – even if she half-expected Alfred to notice it. “Cost defines the accessibility of many technologies. Imagine you could help make medical equipment more affordable.” Nao mused out loud, rekindling the memory of how expensive a keeping a stray bullet out of the books wound up being.

“And Alfred, the fire departments already use drones-” Nao prompted,“Do you think your angels could be useful scouts? There's a lot of places people and drones can't safely go in a fire.” She asked, leaving out her initial thoughts of Alfred as a partner in crime. His angels' versatility as surveillance was hardly limited to emergencies.

Nao sat back and folded her hands on her lap, content with the material she'd brought to the table, and looked around the group with a polite smile before motioning to the A2 Alfred had written their names on. “I'm sure you all have many ideas. Please share them.”

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Chiharu listened to everyone as they spoke, keeping herself from butting in on the conversation for the time being. She couldn't help but give a quiet laugh to herself as she watched Alfred write everyone's names down. Each with a different style and look. Creative, and cute, she thought. And hey, at least theirs would look pretty and well done when they had to put it up for the rest of the class to see.

As Alfred got on with his ability, Chiharu watched the silver orbs strangely, but also somewhat curiously. They seemed...odd. But so did most of the other powers that people had, because none of them were normal. But she imagined that having three orbs of metal following you around would feel much more strange than just being able to summon up a forcefield.

But aside from Alfred, there was also Lucien who had introduced himself before. Pathokinesis? She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Surely it would make anyone feel cautious about him. He could do whatever he wanted with your feelings, right? Well, the blonde figured he would be someone she'd be sure to keep off her bad side. She didn't need him messing with her head.

At Alfred's last comment about society, Chiharu gave a quick shrug. "I didn't mean a lot of people want us to be treated as higher beings. I just wanted to point out that not everyone is like those who want us to disappear or stay low profile or something." She crossed her arms before looking away from him, and then back down at the spaces of his writing.

"I think Mrs. Masumi thought more in a way of what jobs our abilities could give us an advantage in? Maybe I'm wrong, but it's not like they can force us to be something we don't want to be. Then we'd be heading right back down the path to the problems the world just resolved two decades ago." She replied to Nao. "But, I do think others might try to push us or pressure us to become what they're wanting, or something along those lines, even if we say no a thousand times. Because wouldn't having a emotion manipulator at the scene of a riot or mob," she motioned over to Lucien, "or a teleporter who can travel longer distances in seconds to delivering objects be much better than a normal human, in the employer's eyes? I thinks so."

She listened quietly as Nao shared, and thought for a moment. Job options? Of course, there weren't really any she'd like to take or make a living out of that was associated with her ability somehow. When she thought about it, all she could come up with was creating some kind of defense when fighting against someone or something, especially those with abilities like her, so maybe the police force in the field of helping to defend those who can't defend themselves against her own kind. There was also disaster relief, which was a bit more "attractive," if she could even say that at all, than the others. Because she wouldn't have to be fighting or defending against something human, just the elements. Someone might even throw in helping inside of war zones or other dangerous, violent places to help defend innocents or those caught in the middle of it without any means of escape, but that was a very big nooo thank you from her. As much as it would be a good deed, if you want to call it that, she isn't sure she would even survive for very long somewhere like that.

"For job options associated with my ability, put me down with um...disaster relief, or something like that. You can throw in the police force with the field of stopping violence and danger caused by other Awakened if you want, I honestly don't really care."

Why should I anyways? It's not like I'm going to even go into those kinds of job fields anyways."