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Enzo Nigma

"I'm not going to apologize because you can't keep up with my superiority."

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a character in “The Descendants”, as played by Scar.-

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Hi-diddle-diddle, time for a riddle?

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N A M E
Enzo Nigma

N I C K N A M E S
Riddler, Z, Mr. E, Trickster

P H Y S I C A L 0 A G E
Twenty - Five

G E N D E R
Male

S E X U A L I T Y
Sapiosexual

S P E C I E S
Human



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"You are all experiencing fear in
anticipation of some specific pain or danger.
This is perfectly understandable."


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H E I G H T
6' 0"

W E I G H T
155 lbs

H A I R 0 C O L O R
Dark Brown

E Y E 0 C O L O R
Green

A P P E A R A N C E
Enzo looks every part of being a high society male. He is always dressed to impress, although his wardrobe mostly consists of green, purple and black. Considering he finds first impressions to be most important, and you never know who you'll meet, he believes looking one's best is a positive representation of one's self. He is tall dark and handsome with a slicked back, class about him. He has swagger beyond what most can comprehend, needing his appearance to be superior like his mind. He even goes so far to have hand tailored clothing that accentuate his form perfectly. To even peak his exterior appeal, and contrary to what most would think of someone like him, he is very fit physically sporting a 6 pack. But unfortunately that is rarely seen under his layers of formal wear.


M A R K I N G S
Enzo has various cut and stab marks along his torso from fights he had gotten into while he was bouncing around from home to home. He also has one tatoo he got in honor of his late father, a question mark that is on the inside of his right bicep.





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"Tell the fat lady she's on in five!"

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Charming ✫ Intelligent ✫ Impulsive ✫ Manipulative

00000Enzo is a textbook Sociopath, and will go around openly stating that he's such. One thing he doesn't care about is what people think about him. He is who he is, and doesn't let others persuade, manipulate or force him to do anything other than what he desires. He is very head strong. Being that he is a Sociopath he tends to be very impulsive. This also includes his violent tendencies, or outbursts of anger. But he is also impulsive with many of the decisions he makes, but the most noticeable are when they include violence.
00000Being the son of Edward Nigma, Enzo is highly intelligent. He has been test to have an I.Q. over 300. His higher intelligence gives him a rather large ego to match. He often thinks of himself as superior to others. But his superiority makes him also come off very charming and eccentric. People are general on one side or the other when it comes to their feelings about him. He creeps out some, while others actually respect him to some extent. But his pool of close companions is rathe low, preferring to keep most at an arm's distance.


L I K E S
    Junior - "He's smarter than most give credit... Not as smart as me but who is?"
    Technology - "The world is at my fingertips. Like your bank account number and social security number. Are those important?
    Formal wear - "I may be a mad scientist, but I want to look good while I do it."
    Out smarting people - "What's the point of having extensive knowledge if I can't rub it in people's faces."

D I S L I K E S
    Bruce Wayne - "My father is dead because of that self righteous bat."
    Idiots - "I refuse to dumb myself down to speak on your level."
    Those who claim to be smarter - "Well they're not... So."
    Attempted manipulation - "I know what you're trying... It work, so stop straining yourself."
    Judgement - "I do not ask to be liked, but I do not need nor deserve your judgement."

H O B B I E S
    Creating riddles - "This should be obvious."
    Reading - "You are never too old to learn something new. Books are timeless."
    Strategy games - "Someday I hope to find a somewhat worthy opponent."
    Puzzles - "Rubix cubes, word puzzles... Whatever. I do them all."
    Training - "My mind may be brilliant but it can't stop a bullet."

H A B I T S
    Correcting others - "I can't help that you don't know what you're talking about."
    Zoning out - "My own thoughts are more interesting than most of these people."
    Whistling - "I tend to whistle the Kill Bill whistle, and twirl my cane as I walk. It could be worse."
    Last names or aliases - "Unless I'm close to you, I do not refer to you by your first name."
    Talking in circles - "I confuse the less educated. I can't help it they are stupid."

F E A R S
    Being wrong - "That can't... won't happen."
    Unable to avenger father - "His death cannot be in vane... I won't let it."
    Losing those close to him - "I may be a sociopath, but I still care about some people."
    Death - "Life is finite but my end can wait until I'm grey."


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"When is a prize fight like a beautiful lady?
Answer : When it's a knockout."


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P O W E R S
✫ None - Enzo is a human. No special abilities from radioactive spiders, experimentations or aliens. He is just a simple, plain human.

A B I L I T I E S
✫ Genius-Level Intelligence - Supreme problem-solver, criminal mastermind. His mind excels with puzzles, minds games, and manipulations and also shown to be skilled with engineering and technology.

✫ Expert Detective - He possesses great deductive skills and analytic ability.

✫ Independently Wealthy - He has a vast fortune that he has inherited from his father and acquired over years legally and illegally.

✫ Escapologist - Enzo is adept in escapology. Since childhood he has been a big fan of the late great Harold Houdini just like his father. Using this skill to build elaborate death traps and to easily escape handcuffs.

W E A K N E S S E S
✫ Showing Off - He always has the need to show off which doesn't leave him to be very secretive or discrete. This has the habit of getting him caught if he is not careful.

✫ Humanity - A disadvantage among all these Supers. This makes him physically inferior to a majority of the students.



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Edward Nigma, the original Riddler was not much for the concept of love or finding his partner in the world. But one thing he did always want was a child, more like a prodigy in his eyes. He wanted someone that would follow his guidance unwavering and someday take his place when he was no longer able to fill the world with his magnificent gift. For others the simple solution would be adoption but he wanted a true child. So Edward, and his abundance of money, convinced a high class woman of somewhat decent intelligence to lie with him until his seed fermented inside her.

Once the woman was pregnant, Edward took special precautions by giving her injections to help develop the fetus while also transforming the DNA to be over 75% identical to his own, instead of the biologically correct 50%. For the 9 months of the woman's pregnancy, he waited on her hand and foot preparing this child for life. He monitored everything she did, down to her diet trying to ensure the growth and birth of the strongest and most capable fetus. When Enzo was born, he was barely out of his mother and cleaned before Edward strangled her with the umbilical cord. He wanted his son to be raised with only him as soul parent and role model.

Enzo grew up learning from his father and being taught everything that Edward knew. By the age of 10, Enzo had an I.Q. well over many college graduates due his father taken advantage of the learning capabilities in young children. When he wasn't with his father learning, increasing his intellectual base, Enzo would spend hours at the library advancing his knowledge on his own as well. He has an incredible thirst for knowledge wanting to know anything and everything that he can. By the age of 15, news got back to him that his father had been killed supposedly by "accident" during an encounter with Batman. Enzo knew his father was too clever to be killed on accident. He was murdered. He had known for awhile thanks to his own father's discovery that Bruce Wayne was Batman. And since that moment he swore that he would avenge his father and kill the bat.

With no other family, Enzo was put into the system and shoved into a public school. He had a habit of getting into many fights with the children in the homes and at school because of him being a know-it-all. That combined with him constantly skipping school because he knew everything they were teaching, he had a reputation of getting expelled. After he turned 18 he lived on his own until he heard about The Descendant Academy... And better yet one of the founders. So when he was 21 he enrolled, waiting patiently for his chance to kill Mr. Wayne.


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"How much dirt is in a hole 3 acres square
and 200 feet deep? None, it's a hole."


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In Enzo's words...
"Alright, I admit it doesn't appear to be that evil or anything. That's Junior's job to have the fucked up room. I'm classy and sophisticated. So what kind of person would I be if my room looked like a shit hole with a BDSM chamber in the back? That's what I thought. I'm a fan of natural lighting, the whole rising with the sun situation. So my entire penthouse has the windows completely open without curtains to allow the sunlight to illuminate my quarters. I also am not a fan of over complicated design. I prefer the term less is more. So my penthouse is probably rather boring in comparison to other's, such as Wren's... Which I've heard has a stripper pole. Lastly I had my bedroom set up to over look the Atlantic Ocean which makes for a beautiful every morning as I rise and also while I lay down to sleep."


H E X C O D E : # 4 F B 6 1 4 C R E A T O R : Scar.- F A C E C L A I M : Chris Wood

So begins...

Enzo Nigma's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: The Incredible Hulk-Girl; Jennifer Banner-WIP Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Variel Wolfe Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Kamaria Munroe Character Portrait: Caleb Kent Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Angelique Roth Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Jai West Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Matt Grayson Character Portrait: Alexander Wilson Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Joker Jr Character Portrait: Kallistrate Prince Character Portrait: Cordelia Wagner Character Portrait: Cameron Stewart/Lantern Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange Character Portrait: Kamaria Wakandas Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios

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The Descendant Academy



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Descendant Academy. School for the lucky few who are the offspring of the worlds leading heroes, superheroes, villains and vigilantes. Unlike any other schools, even Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. Here they are raised, trained, educated and prepared for what the world has in store. Some preparing to take up their parent's places, while others make their own identities. Each student here arriving at different points in their lives. But that's irrelevant.

It's another day just like any other in the Academy. Phil and Alfred take the elevators down to floor L1, making their way to the lecture hall. As they made their way down the long corridor, Phil glances over the paperwork in his hands while speaking, "J.A.R.V.I.S.?" "Yes sir?" He flips over another page in his folder before adding, "Send out the alarm." "Of course sir." After a moment or two J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice rang throughout every room in Descendant Tower, "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It is now 13 00 hours. I have been requested to inform you that class will begin in 15 minutes on floor L1. Attendance is mandatory. Those whom do not attend will have to answer to Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne." Phil clears his throat, "J.A.R.V.I.S..." The computer's voice adds in his announcement to the building, "Mr. Coulson would also like me to remind you that even the children of Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne are subject to equal punishment for not attending. Thank you."

Alfred made his way around Phil, removing his key from his lapel, sliding it into the deadbolt and unlocking the door. He stood there, holding open the door for Coulson. "Such a late start today?" Phil laughed slightly while walking into the room, turning on the lights. "Well they aren't going to be happy about today's assignment. I figured I'd at least let them sleep in before they decided to hate me for the day," Phil smiled towards Alfred. He then walked up to the desk at the front of the room, setting down his files as Alfred enters after him asking, "May I ask what is on the agenda today?" Phil double checks his papers before replying, "Exercise 23."

Alred glanced over his shoulder at Phil, "I assume I'll be needing the crate?" Coulson chuckled as he took a seat at the front of the room. "I told you they weren't going to like us today Al."




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D E A D P O O L
T H E 0 M O U T H


H E X C O D E
# B B 1 4 1 E

O U T F I T
Deadpool suit, top portion hanging on hips, black sports bra & Ray Bans


Wren never did sleep like everyone else did. The last time she remembers actually sleeping she was probably a teen and still adjusting to her strange abilities. But for years her stamina has made it nearly impossible for her to get tired enough to need sleep. So while everyone else usually slept she would wonder around Descendant Tower, read books or find something else to occupy her time. If one of her classmates saw her during that time that'd probably have a heart attack because she usually is silent... Sometimes. Ok well she talks to herself on occasion but that's not her fault she'd mentally unstable.

That evening she spent her solitary time reading Homer's the Iliad. Light reading right? Having as much free time as Wren had she had plenty of time to read books, and she didn't believe in reading the same book twice. She hadn't realized how much time had passed or how engrossed she was in the book until she heard J.A.R.V.I.S.'s announcement. Wren looked over at the clock on her wall, "1 o'clock already? Jesus Homer... Stop being so needy I have places to go." She slid a book mark into the novel, slightly frustrated that she was so close to the end and had to stop. "We will continue later Homes." She sets the book down on the window seat and walks over to the closet that is her bedroom in club of a penthouse.

Wren grabbed her suit that her father gave her from the closet and tossed it onto the bed. It wasn't always her favorite thing to wear but in this place, curve balls were thrown at them when they least expected it, and she'd hate to be caught off guard in jeans. Have you ever tried to kick ass in skinny jeans? Not that easy. But that didn't mean she wouldn't make the suit her own when she wore it. Wren wiggled into her suit, but only wore the pant portion leaving the top half to dangle from her waist like many people wear their overalls, her utility belt holding it up. Deciding to keep it simple she only wore a black sports bra as a top, not really giving a rat's ass what anyone would say. Wren definitely wasn't one to wear the cliche mask unless she went out in public, so she just tucked it away in her belt.

As she made her way towards the elevator, she grabbed her ipod and sunglasses from the table near the doors, then pressed the down button. While waiting Wren put on her Ray Bans, and put in her ear buds, pressing shuffle. The elevator opened as the song Chandelier by Sia begins to blast in her ears. She enters the elevator, pressing L1 before she begins to go down. As she slowly makes her descension, Wren begins to bounce around and dance to the music.

The doors open up to the main hall that leads down the center of floor L1. Once the doors were open completely, she slides out into the corridor like Tom Cruise belting out the lyrics to the song, "I'M GONNA SWINGGGGGG FROM THE CHANDELIERRRR!!!! FROM THE CHANDELIERRRRRR!!" Wren bobs her head, twirling and strutting down the long hallway not caring who sees her. "Help me, I'm holding on for dear life. Won't look down, won't open my eyes. Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight, On for tonight, On for tonigh-" Just as she reaches Alfred who's standing outside the classroom, she freezes mid-step, mid-song and mid-dance when she sees the crate sitting on the ground before him.

Wren pulls her earbuds out, "Al... please tell me you're just pulling a prank on me?" Alfred sent an apologetic smile towards her as he outstretches his right hand towards her. "I'm afraid not Miss Wilson... All weapons please." She rolled her eyes, scoffing slightly as she grabs the pair of pistols from her thigh holsters, setting it in Al's hand. He set the gun in the crate, then looked back towards her. "What!?" Al cleared his throat, motioning for her to hand over more. "Oh for fucks sake!" She reaches behind her back grabbing the pistol that was tucked into the back of her pants, setting it in his hand. She then bends over pulling 2 bowie knives that were tucked into her boots. Wren then holds out her hands before rotating in a circle so he can look her over. "Did I pass the inspection?" Al managed a soft chuckle before extending his hand once more, "Phone too miss." She growled, squinting her eyes as she set her phone in his palm. "You're lucky I like you pops."

Now that she was completely stripped of every comfort she had on her other than her clothing, Wren made her way into the classroom. She didn't hesitate to walk right up to the front row center, spinning a chair around so she could sit on it backwards, straddling the back. "You know, if we wanted to kill each other we would've already."




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R I D D L E R
T H E 0 B R A I N


H E X C O D E
# 4 F B 6 1 4

O U T F I T

Black slacks, spats, black silk shirt with green question mark pattern, green suspenders & green bolder hat


Enzo, unlike most of his classmates, had his shit together for lack of a better term. He knew when class was before the bogus announcement from J.A.R.V.I.S. He was sure at that moment many of them would be stumbling out of bed and rushing to get ready and get to class in time. The thought made him chuckle as he finished shaving his face, then rinsed his face with water from the sink. Enzo looked back up at his reflection as his ran his wet hands back through his hair, slicking it back as he walked back out to his bedroom. Making his way over to his bed, he pushed his suspenders off of his shirtless torso letting them to fall to a rest on either side of his legs. He grabbed the black silk shirt covered with the green question marks, slipping his arms into the sleeves before he began to button it.

Enzo always enjoyed playing with the stereotype his father started behind the Riddler persona, taking pride in dressing similarly to how his dad used to. He always dressed in formal wear so it wasn't much different except everything he owned was either green, black or purple and almost always had a question mark on it somewhere. After all, he is the Riddler right? When his shirt was buttoned, he tucked it into his slacks, then tugged his suspenders back up. Tucking his cane under his left arm, he made his way towards the elevator. Enzo pressed the down button before reaching over and grabbing the green bolder hat that hung on the coat rack. And for his own amusement he flipped it up in the air, catching it perfectly atop his head just before the doors opened.

Patiently, Enzo road the elevator down the many floors towards level L1, resting his hands on his cane that he had standing before him. As the doors slid open he slowly made his way down the long corridor. The only sound to be heard was the clicking of his dress shoes on the tile and the tapping of the cane's base in sync with his stride. Upon reaching the class room he saw Al waiting. Enzo raised a suggestive brow before rolling his eyes. He didn't need to wait until Al extended his hand towards him to know what he wanted. Reluctantly, he held out his golden question mark cane. "Not a scratch Al."

After forfeiting his weapon Enzo entered the classroom, seeing the rather enthusiastic Wren sitting up front, seemingly bothering Phil. No doubt she was complaining about the restrictions to firearms and weapons in the classroom that day. Luckily for him, she was too preoccupied to notice his entrance and he'd rather keep it that way. So as quietly as he could, he slipped into a chair towards the back of the room. He then leaned back in his chair, crossing his feet and entangling his fingers in his lap patiently.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred

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Max already knew what time class was going to start. He was debating on whether or not to go. He was about half way through the book that he had begun reading early that morning. Max was always up early reading. He never left his room much before classes each day. He really enjoyed beginning his day with a book and peace and quiet. Max glanced at the clock as he felt one o'clock approaching. 12:58. This was one of Max' weird genius abilities. He had an uncanny sense of time. He was always within a few minutes of the actual time when asked what time it was. Chuckling at himself, Max put the book down on the coffee table. I guess I'll go to class. He thought as he placed his glasses on the counter.

Max had an unusual route to classes daily. Being the thrill seeker that he was, he always jumped from his balcony and let his suit catch him. It might seem reckless, but the suit had never failed him before. Max stepped out onto his top floor balcony just as Jarvis began the first announcement. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It is now 13 00 hours. I have been requested to inform you that class will begin in 15 minutes on floor L1. Attendance is mandatory. Those whom do not attend will have to answer to Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne." Max woke his own personal AI, Franklin, up with his mind. "Franklin get my suit ready." With that order Max jumped from his balcony. He loved this sensation. He felt as if he had no stomach. Max yelled fro joy as his suit latched onto him. He quicly triggered the thrusters in his feet to stop his free fall, allowing himself to descend lightly.

When he touched the ground, Max heard the second announcement. "Mr. Coulson would also like me to remind you that even the children of Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne are subject to equal punishment for not attending. Thank you."Max let his face mask down and smiled. "I'm already on my way. Sheesh Jarvis!" He knew his dad hated that routine, but it was so much faster than taking the elevator from the top floor. Max calmly walked into the base floor lobby and took the elevator down one floor to L1. When he hopped off the elevator he caught a glimpse of Enzo walking into the classroom in his signature question mark suit. Max chuckled at this on the inside. The next thing he saw made him frown.

He saw a crate. Crates meant no weapons. He was still allowed his suit, but Alfred would order Franklin to power all weapon systems down. Max approached Alfred with a look of mischief. "Early today sir? Your father would be proud." Alfred commented in his typical polite manner. "Yeah yeah Al, do your damage..." Max replied. Alfred asked Franklin to power down the weapons for the duration of the class. Franklin complied and Max walked past Alfred into the classroom, pausing as he entered to send his suit off to it's designated place in the classroom. He didn't like to wear it when receiving lectures or instructions. He would call on it when they began the training exercise. Max took a seat in the middle of the classroom and noticed that he was the third one there, with Enzo in the back, and Wren up front annoying the hell out of Phil.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred

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Clank clank, clank clank. The sound of metal violently clashing against metal filled the young Asgardian Prince's penthouse. Well, young is a relative term for people such as his. Magni struck at several steel training dummies placed in a circle around him. Instead of using his usual Asgardian weapons he was using some steel swords. For training it's not very ideal to use his Vargfang, as the Uru metal it is composed of would easily tear through the training dummies. And he has been 'encouraged' not to destroy ever training equipment he uses, much to his dismay. It's much more impressive when he breaks something meant to withstand the strength of someone such as Luke Cage, or another super strong hero.

As Magni continued his precious, and powerful strikes on the dummies, he soon buried his sword into the chest of the training tool as he heard the synthetic voice of the machine that runs most of the academy. Jarvis or whatever the humans called it. Magni pays little mind to it. Humans and their oh so advanced inventions. He finds it quite amusing. Magni let out a slight sigh. "By Odin this had better be something actually worth my time." He groaned. He placed a sheath on his back that held his Vargfang, and attached his Trua Bjorn to his hip. He was ready for whatever the day had in store for him.

Magni made his way to the elevator, and stared at the button to L1. He carefully reached his hand towards it, seemingly inching his finger towards the button. He lightly tapped the button, and the elevator was on it's way. He had to be careful not to smash the button....again. It's rather difficult for him to interact with this delicate human technology. Most times he presses a button too hard, and ends up breaking the damn things. So annoying. As he exited the lift he saw the last bit of Wren's little musical number, and raised an eyebrow at it.

"I don't understand humans....and I pray I never do." He stated as he shook his head. As Magni approached the classroom he stared at the crate the one called Alfred had laid before him. Magni stare darted back and forth from the crate, and the elderly human, all while in complete and awkward silence. "This is for your weaponry sir." Alfred stated, breaking the growing silence. Magni continued to glare at him in silence. "For what purpose?" Magni asked in confusion. "If ye fear that I shall kill these students, I assure you I need no weaponry. I am an Asgardian God, my entire body is a weapon!" Magni bellowed with pride.

"Please sir, the other students are required to relinquish their weaponry as well." Alfred pleaded with him. Magni sighed, and rolled his eyes. He placed his sword, and hammer down in the crate, making a loud thud sound. "I expect my weapons back One Who's Worth Is Pennies. Or ye shall feel the wraith of the God of Strength." Magni growled at him. Alfred sighed at the title Magni placed upon him. "Yes, very good sir."

Magni entered the classroom, and first noticed Wren at the front of the class. He approached next to her and looked at her with a mixture of confusion, and curiosity, taking note of how she was sitting. He spun a chair next to her around, and sat in it backwards similar to her. He sat there for a little bit, shifting in the seat. "This feels....awkward, and uncomfortable. As well as inefficient." He declared as he stood up, and turned his chair back around, and sat normally. He then glanced over at Wren. "Why must you mortals do everything backwards?"

His attention was then brought to Phil. "Son of Cole you insult me. I need not a sword in hand to part head from neck. My body is my greatest weapon!" He growled at him.

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Tommy rolled out of bed, and onto the floor as he was stirred up by the announcement by Jarvis. Tommy groaned as he ran his hand down his face. "Well fuck you too Jarvis." He moaned as he pulled himself up by his bed sheets. He let out a big lion like yawn as he stretched out. He rubbed his eyes, and continued to yawn. He quickly got himself dressed in his suit, and was out the door.

As he exited the elevator he continued to yawn, and ran his fingers through his hair. He approached Alfred, still not fully woken up. "Well isn't this a pleasant surprise. How are you this morning Master Kyle?" Alfred greeted him. "Tired, pissed off, annoyed, a little hungry, pick one. The sun can go fuck itself for all I car. And for the record I'm only here because I've got nothing better to do." He groaned. "Well, you're in a pleasant mood today. Weapons if you please." Alfred said as he tapped on the crate. Tommy rolled his eyes, and tossed his whip, throwing knives, and some shurikens into the crate.

Tommy then began to turn to enter the classroom before he was stopped by Alfred. "Your claws sir." He reminded him. Tommy rolled his eyes as he began taking off his gloves, and gauntlets. "Shove it up your limey ass old man." He growled at him before he entered the classroom. As he walked away he place his hands in his pockets, and smiled with a wolfish grin.

He took a seat in the back, on the opposite end of the class from Enzo. He pulled his hood over his head, and laid back in his chair. His eyes began opening, and closing as he tried to stay awake. He wasn't a morning person at all. He soon drifted back to sleep for a tiny cat nap.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor

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[ 01:01pm || Aiden & Ethan ] || Their Penthouse → Level L1 ]

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"Ethan, wake up... Wake upppp.... WAKE UP!" Aiden screamed at his twin, lying on the couch, slowly opening his eyes and finally starting waking up. "Alright, alright, I'm awake, calm down." He shifted his body to sit up on the couch. "Their was just an announcement, we need to go to level L1." Ethan groaned as he rolled his eyes. "Can't we just skip our classes, just for today?" Aiden glared at his twin, "No, dude, we're gonna get in the trouble! I'm going now. With or without you." Aiden started to walk off, before reaching the front door, his brother yelled, picking himself up from the couch, "Can you just wait for me to get out of my pajamas and into actual clothing?" Aiden sighed and turned around, looking at his twin, , "Yeah, sure, because I just love waiting for you." He walked out the door and in to a large hallway, he kept on walking until he found the elevator, "Wait! Aiden! Wait up!" Ethan charged after his brother, still in his pyjamas, only just making it into the elevator as it was shutting. "I couldn't find my suit." Aiden looked up and down his outfit, "Yeah, I noticed."

They had finally reached level L1 and were treated to Alfred standing right in front of the elevator, "Sirs." Aiden and Ethan walked out of the elevator, "Hey." "Waddup, Al?" Alfred held the box out for them, "All weapons and phones, please." Aiden popped in his phone after typing out a short text. "Does it look like I have anything on me, Al?" The twins walked inside to a small amount of students inside. Aiden took the first seat near the door, from the front of the class, he was far left corner in the back row. He looked beside him, "Oh, how convenient," He was sitting right next to one of his rivals, Enzo Nigma. "Let me guess, Nigma, got a riddle to test my level of intellect?" Ethan looked around the room, "Where to sit? Where to sit?" He walked around the seats until he saw Max and Cree, walking over to them and taking a seat beside Max talking to Cree about some robotic stuff, he wasn't gonna interrupt them, he barely knew anything about the inside of a computer, so he let them keep on talking until it was finally suitable for him to join in. "So, what's up?"

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios

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Hex Code: #660000

Outfit: Katina suit


Liz woke up at her usual time, 7 A.M. she went through her usual morning schedule. Training session, a shower and quiet time. Her training sessions usually lasted an hour sometime a little longer depending on the exercise. Then she take a shower and sits in her favorite window seat and reads a book, or she plans out her day though today she had a feeling that wouldn't happen since the announcement hadn't happened yet, it was frustrating. Half-way through the book her consideration was broken when she finally hear the announcement and the little announcement afterwards, which made her chuckle. She placed the bookmark in between the pages and placed the book on the table beside her. On her way out the door she grabbed her sais and her katana. Her elevator ride was quiet as usual, figured everyone else was already there or at least most of them. When she reached level 1 she was greeted by Alfred who stopped "Weapons and phone, please." He said motioning towards the box full of guns and other weapons already. "Really? Is this necessary? She said looking into the room at her peers No warning from anyone She thought as she forfeited her weapons.

She gave Alfred a smile and walked past him into the room. There weren't that many people there, compared to how many students there were in the school. She noticed Wren and her mouth running as always so she decided it best to sit elsewhere, poor Magni. Enzo and 'Liz' in the back of the room which she decided to stay away from there also. Max, Cree and Ethan in a cluster in the very middle of the classroom. Elizabeth had always been a little jealous of Cree, she could talk about things that Max actually was interested in. None the less Liz made her way over to him and the seat directly behind Max giving Ethan a slightly dirty look. "Wonder what's with the late start today." She said more of a statement than a question. Of course they would get the answer to that, she felt, very soon.

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Joker Jr Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange

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Bane
The Brawn

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69AD4C

Outfit
Casual



Nathaniel had woken up way before sunrise after a nice power nap on his bench press followed by a combination of a protein shake and coffee. He was in the middle of doing pulls when he heard J.A.R.V.I.S over his music. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It is now 13 00 hours. I have been requested to inform you that class will begin in 15 minutes on floor L1. Attendance is mandatory. Those whom do not attend will have to answer to Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne." Nathaniel lowered himself from the bar and looked over at the clock. He hadn't even realized how much had passed. He figured Junior or Enzo would have busted through his door by now to have him compete in some tedious task that involved getting into a fight with someone who insulted their egos and then taking the fall. Nathaniel spent a lot of time in Bruce and Tony Stark's offices but never said a word. He would just sit there and wait for his punishment to be announced.

Once his feet hit the mats laid on his floor, Nathaniel looked down at his sweats and realized he was dripping wet from working out. He quickly popped himself in the shower for not even a minute to wash off and not completely wreak before grabbing some new clothes and putting on deodorant and cologne. Just because he dressed casual, didn't mean he needed to cheap out on cologne. He only wore the nicest and most expensive brands since he has a weird obsession with the way he smells and actually gets a bit self conscious about it. Nathaniel was nearly out the door when he realized he still had his glasses on. He quickly went back to his bathroom and replaced them for contacts. He'd rather not have to deal with a physical assignment today while having to worry about adjusting his glasses.

Nathaniel was finally able to go out his door and walk quickly down the hall and down the elevator to floor L1. The doors slid open and Nathaniel was soon greeted by Alfred. His eyes quickly scanned over the surroundings and he took note of the box that contain far too many guns that must belong to Wren or Alex. Nathaniel stood a bit straight and put his arms out. He had no weapons on him at the moment and didn't really care if Alfred had to search him. He had nothing to hide. "Good afternoon, Mr. Bane. How was your morning routine?" Alfred patted Nathaniel over and took a step back. Nathaniel grunted a response since he felt obligated to respond to him. "Good." Was all he said before pushing past him and walking into the room. A few classmates had already arrived but Nathaniel knew better than to sit just anywhere. He unfortunately had to sit with Gotham's most wanted and also mot psychotic. Enzo was the only other one from their trio present and Nathaniel quietly took a seat next to him. He sat straight in his chair and put his arms in front of him while locking his fingers together instead of leaning back like his 'friend'. The ring leader was unfortunately not here yet. He's most likely waiting for his grand entrance... Nathaniel thought.

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Joker Jr Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange

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"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It is now 13 00 hours. I have been requested to inform you that class will begin in 15 minutes on floor L1. Attendance is mandatory. Those whom do not attend will have to answer to Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne."

"K" groaned Anansi, even though she was still face down in her pillow, dreaming peacefully.

"Mr. Coulson would also like me to remind you that even the children of Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne are subject to equal punishment for not attending. Thank you."

Anansi popped up. The sun was shining in her bed room, creeping across the floor. She looked at the clock on her bedside table. She swore she just closed her eyes.

The wake up call was usually earlier then this, unless...

"Oh no..." She hurried out of bed, dashing around her room, she showered as quickly as she could, she didn't even bother to put on a shower cap and her hair was going to hate her for it. Once she finished that, she slipped on her body suit, leaving the top upzipped and the sleeves tied around her waste, a black sports bra keeping her modest, but still showing off the warm brown skin of her naval. Her wild curly sprung out every which way, as she brushed and she didn't think she had time to even bother with it.

Trying to fix all of that would take much to long and she knew she was going to want to be in class as early as possible. She wished she'd turned in early, but now, she wanted a party in her penthouse which kept her up half to night cleaning up after everyone.

She snickered. She had a helluva time though, she knew she threw the best parties.

Once she finished she grabbed her webshooters, refilled them and brought refills. Something Peter to her she should do, something he never did. Her suit was outfitted with pockets for refills. His hadn't been.
She locked and loaded, grabbed her backpack and ran out the door, swinging down the halls until she got to the elevators, where she had to impatiently wait, but then got back to swinging until she swung right in front of Alfred.

The old man was something else, he didn't even blink, but she figured after years of looking after Bruce Wanye, he's seen it all.

"Good Morning, Alfred." she said with a pearly white smile.
"Good Morning, Ms. Morales." He said, as he checked her for weapons, he beckoned her with a wave of his hands. "Oh C'mon, They aren't weapons, not entirely..." she said, but gave them up anyway. Typically, she wouldn't have complained but she wanted to be prepared. Professor Coulson never let them sleep in unless they would need the extra sleep, sleep that she never got. Alfred didn't respond beyond his wizen old smile and she huffed and stepped inside.

She looked around the room and saw most of her friends were already there.

"Morning Twinkies!" she called out to The Drake Twins as she walked in. She saw Cree and waved at her, brightly. Nathaniel and Max, Magni and Wren, Alex, Astrid and Adrienne too. She ignored Joker Jr and grinned at Enzo. She still didn't get the last riddle he had, and at this point she couldn't remember what it even was. She spotted Liz and Tommy and decided she'd go sit with them. She grabbed a seat next to Liz. "Morning, Lizzie." she said and kissed her bestie's temple. She always did that, why, she couldn't say. She walked over to Tommy, leaning over him, her curly hair hanging in her face, as she tapped his shoulder. "Morning Tommy." she said, with a bright smile. Liz already knew how big of a crush she had on Tommy, she was glad she sat near him, it gave her an excuse to sit with him. She was sure Liz could hear all of the school girl crush-ey thoughts bouncing around Anansi's head, she didn't care much because most of this, she always told her.

Once she was sure he was awake, she took her own seat, in front of him and Liz.

"I'm some friends over later, play some video games, My dad sent over the new Fallout, Wanna come over?" She asked, and honestly, she just had the idea the moment she saw him. She was impulsive that way, any excuse to have friends over, or in this case, for him to come over.

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Joker Jr Character Portrait: Cameron Stewart/Lantern Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange

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Image Cameron wasn't asleep. His eyes were closed and he was in bed, but he wasn't asleep. He was mediating, both of his ring glowing bright, their respective lanterns sitting on his bed. He'd slept that night, but he rose earlier. The time on this planet was still something he had to get used to. Oa had a sun but it never shined as brightly as the Earth's sun did. His circadian rhythm didn't work like the rest of the Earthlings.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It is now 13 00 hours. I have been requested to inform you that class will begin in 15 minutes on floor L1. Attendance is mandatory. Those whom do not attend will have to answer to Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne."

Cameron's eyes opened and the bright glowing power rings dimmed, but only slightly. He took a deep breath, and uncrossed his legs, climbing out of bed. He'd already showered -that something he'd grown fond of- and changed into his clothes, some loose denim pants, a loose shirt and what everyone called a hoodie. He made his way toward class, as J.A.R.V.I.S spoke again. He took his time, as he approached Alfred.

"Good Morning, Mr. Stewart."

"Mr. Pennyworth."Cameron greeted, handing over his yellow ring but he hesitated. "You'll get them back before classes are finished."Alfred reassured and Cameron nodded and pulled his green ring off as well, he placed them in Alfred's hand and felt naked without that. He'd worked hard for the yellow ring, and the green was his only connection to his father. Parting with them, nearly every day, was hard, and didn't seem to get any easier with each passing day.

He walked inside the classroom, and took a set in the back, farthermost from everyone. Most didn't even see him there, and that was fine. He had what most would call friends, but he preferred to be alone.

So he watched, he watched as Magni entered, barking as usual. Cameron smirk, so slight it looked like a twitch. Much like himself, Magni was not of this world, he understood as much as he did, which meant very little. This world was a confusing place.

He sat quietly in his seat, thinking to himself, what else he would have to learn of this new place. Anansi, had be so kind as to give him a list of all the things she thought he should see but honestly, he wasn't sure if he had the time. There was a lot on her list.

As if called by her thoughts, The sweet girl practically skipped into the room. She hadn't seen him, but she waved to all that she did see, screaming her greetings, she took a seat nearest the dark boy, Thomas and the telepath, Elizabeth. Anansi's affection for the girl was charming and her fondness of the boy obvious.

Cameron just turned back to his thoughts, thinking about perhaps one day attending the parties Anansi always seems to throw. He'd been here a year but never accepted her invitation.

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios

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Daughter To:Captain America || HEX:#4d2be2 || Outfit > Outfit

ImageShe just finished a sketch of the beach, smiling gently to herself and allowing herself to feel certain pride in the details before JARVIS rang out the announcement. She had no inner conflict or delay in striding to the elevator and pressing L1 though she were curious about the delay in classes.

She stepped out in her grey flats to be greeted by Alfred and the crate and against her most lady-like manners that were still in training, pulled out a common knife from her strap beneath her dress. "Also Miss Rogers, may I be as bold as to recommend a change in wear for this class." Initially, she interpreted such a comment as an insult, furrowing her brows at the unlikely behaviour. Then she caught the way his brows perked up communicating it was for her benefit. "Oh. Yeah. Sure." Astrid awkwardly scratched the back of her neck and doubled back to the elevators and her penthouse. For some reason it hadn't occurred to her that it'd be a class of physical exercise. She just assumed it would be announcement upon announcement and eventually take up the time in between the remainder of the day.

Astrid got changed into sportswear and tied her hair in a ponytail. An utter opposite from the secretary dress she wore before. Then started again, returning to the elevator and pressing L1 again. It'd just be one of those days when her mind wasn't at it's sharpest. The second time around, she was behind Nathaniel, granting the man plenty of space. In fact sticking closer to the elevators as he was patted down then pushed pass Alfred. Astrid skipped in step to be cleared for the second time and apologize quickly. "Sorry." Nobody was her responsibility but she felt obliged to make-up for the rough treatment the man received when it was only his job and they were doing the descendants the long-term favor.

Even then, passing Alfred with a mutual nod into the classroom, she wasn't the last to arrive. Astrid sat in a middle row by the furthest edge from the doorway, eyeing the others to scan the company she'd prefer to have or to avoid. When she saw Anansi's bright grin however, Astrid lit up in return. That girl's perk could be contagious. There was a little less dread in the day.

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios

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THENA
“Það er betra að standa og berjast .
Ef þú keyrir þú munt aðeins deyja þreyttur .
It's better to stand and fight.
If you run you'll only die tired. ”


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Royal Deluxe || I'm gonna do my thing


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Sweat dripped onto the floor as a soft pants echoed throughout the penthouse. There stood Thena in her sleep attire jabbing away at the air in front of her. There was no sleep for her last night as she tried but failed. It couldn't have been more than two in the morning when she woke up to use the bathroom and when she returned to bed, found that she was wide awake. So Thena laid there, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Asgard, her mother, her grandparents and her friends. Soon her mind landed on a man who she didn't know, didn't want to know and yet she craved to at least know why he didn't want her.

It was then that she decided to get up and busy her mind with something else and that something else so happened to be a night long work out. Thena started out with her metal dummies, denting some with her fists alone until she switched her fists with two short metal rods that acted as a substitute for her swords. The asgardian has been at the academy long enough to know that too many dummies are lost during training and that they don't like it when they have to replace them. Around six in the morning was when she began practicing what the humans called boxing. Her mother got her started on it but that was two years ago and around the end of last year is when Thena felt as if she perfected it.

It's eight now and Thena just wrapped up her boxing. She bent over and unstrapped the weights that were around her ankles then came the one around her waist as it fell to the floor with a loud and heavy thud. Each of those weights weighed about 500 pounds, luckily she had a sturdy floor. Feeling sticky and rather uncomfortable Thena took her barely dressed self that she dubbed her night attire towards the bathroom for a shower. Once that was done she proceeded to dry her hair and tie the bangs back as usual but no braid today. After letting herself air dry the asgardian slathered herself in a lavender and honey smelling lotion that she simply adored.

Ever since Thena came down to earth the first thing that instantly attracted her were all the good smelling body products that she took too rather quickly. One thing is for sure, you'll never catch her smelling bad whatsoever. Once all her odor prevention products were applied and teeth cleaned Thena finally got dressed in her clothes for the morning which were rather comfy and breathable but also suited for training of almost any kind. As she was strapping on her dual sword harness onto her back the intercom began to speak the voice J.A.R.V.I.S. He spoke about how class was going to start in a few minutes so Thena just strapped on the rest of her gear and headed out.

Once down there the first thing Thena noticed was Alfred standing at the door and that's when she realized today was going to be more than a lecture. "Alfred" she greeted with a slight bow of the head and a small smile. Already knowing the routine Thena began to remove her weapons. She unsheathed her dual swords, Vanora & Fenrir from her back first and placed them in the crate before crouching down and removing the dagger she kept snug in her left boot and tossed that too into the crate. After patting herself down just in case she forgot something Thena walked into the room, her eyes instantly recognizing everyone there. Most she didn't give a second look but when passing Nathaniel she gave him a small smirk before taking a seat to the far left, away from the door in the middle row.

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios

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"I have no doubt about that Ms. Wilson." Wren nodded her head in a cocky way before bringing her hands up to start braiding her long brunette hair back. "But then again, rumor has it a fair amount here wouldn't mind silencing you." Phil's comment made her freeze midst doing her hair. She pursed her lips while furrowing her eyebrows, "That's cold Phil." Wren squinted her eyes at him from behind her sunglasses as she finished braiding her curls. Phil continued to nonchalantly look over his paperwork, "That's Mr. Coulson to you." Wren shook her head back and forth quietly mocking him, "That's Mr. Coulson to you..."

Wren was preparing another set of comments to through out at Phil. He was her only victim at the time, plus she didn't need to look behind her to tell that many people were entering and willfully avoiding her. Not that she blames them. She was pleasantly surprised when Magni moved in her peripheral vision. Wren cocked her head in his direction, moving her sunglasses to rest on top of her head. She watched him curiously as he spun the chair beside her, mimicking the way she was sitting. "This feels....awkward, and uncomfortable. As well as inefficient."

As Magni stood back up, and turned the chair around to its proper position, Wren spoke up, "I think it's because you're not used to having something between your legs." She raised a brow, smirking suggestively. Then with a swift movement she leaned back, raising her right leg over the back of the chair so she could turn and face him. "I mean... At least I hope not." She put up her hands innocently, "If that is your thing more power to ya. But you always struck me as more hetero... Plus if you are in fact used to things between your legs that that ruins my chances." Wren gave Magni an innocent smile, crossing her right leg over her left, then lightly brushed his shin with her foot.

"Why must you mortals do everything backwards?" Wren laughed slightly, "You mortals?... Hun, if I was 100% mortal I'd look like a grandmother right now. But! I do not think it's all mortals... Mostly me. I'm unorthodox." She couldn't help but wonder why someone like Magni would willing come sit beside her. Poor guy doesn't know what he's getting himself into being friends with her, although they've been a strange sort of friends for awhile now. Not that she was complaining. Wren has had a thing for him for awhile. She particularly found his naivety towards the human culture adorable. He took everything so literally and straight forward which was the polar opposite to her overly sarcastic manner. But then at the same time they had a lot in common.

Wren's thoughts were running away with her much like her mouth did, although she was thankful nothing slipped past her lips. How embarrassing would that be for someone like her to actually talk about her feelings? But when Magni then turned to talk to Phil it grabbed her attention once again. "Son of Cole-" Wren couldn't help but bust out laughing, practically snorting at the comment. "You insult me. I need not a sword in hand to part head from neck. My body is my greatest weapon!" "You can say that again." Wren peaked over at Magni as she spoke, most definitely referring to the part about his body being his greatest weapon. She then cleared her throat, holding up her index finger as to interject, "Although I'm pretty sure his father's name isn't Cole... I mean, just saying."


Phil rolled his eyes at the comments exchanged between the 2, waiting for a lull in the peanut gallery before he could respond to now Mr. Thorson's upset about the prohibition against weaponry. He didn't waste the effort of looking up from the files as he responded, "I couldn't care less if you all had weapons and went about killing each other. Could be quite entertaining." He sighed before setting down the file on the desk, laying his hands a top one another before looking towards the pair. "This isn't to keep you all from killing each other. It's for you all to learn how to solve problems without guns, swords or whatever else. I hate to inform you Mr. Thorson and Ms. Wilson... But when danger comes, it usually happens when you aren't prepared for it."




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Black slacks, spats, black silk shirt with green question mark pattern, green suspenders & green bolder hat


Enzo waited patiently and quietly as he observed the other students slowly filing into the classroom. He was finding enjoyment in watching Wren harass Phil and the addition of the mindless brute joining in. It had to take a new form of idiot to be blind to how strong Wren was coming onto him. That would either be the stupidest couple ever possible or quiet possibly a dangerous one. Enzo knew that underneath that woman's less than stable exterior was actually an intelligent person, similar to Junior. And someone with an above average intellect with an Asgardian on a leash to do whatever she willed... That could be a very powerful pairing, one to rival the reigns Junior has in Bane.

Lost in his thoughts, Enzo didn't realize the addition to the seat beside him until he heard him speak. "Oh, how convenient," He quickly tensed up in his seat. He refused to move, after all he was there first. So Enzo didn't shift in his seat, the only sign of his discomfort being the white knuckling happening from his hands clenched tight to one another as to keep him from strangling the nuisance. "Let me guess, Nigma, got a riddle to test my level of intellect?"

Enzo tipped back his hat slightly as he barely gave Aiden a glance. "Why would I need to test anything with you? I already know you're a moron pretending to be a Steve Jobs." He couldn't help but smirk slightly, "I would of said Steven Hawking... but that's a little above your pay grade." He grunted slightly as he readjusted himself in his sit, getting more comfortable. "But don't worry. You're still totally revolting to me Drake."

He didn't know if he would say he was happy to see Nathaniel, and was actually quite surprised that he took up the seat on the other side of him. Obviously waiting for his ring leader Junior. Enzo had no issues with Junior, obviously, he was his right hand man or whatever you'd prefer to call it. But he was not a fan of when people took orders for others. He was under the philosophy that people should only do things because they wanted to. Like him, he choses to be a Sociopath... He quite enjoys it. Still no matter, he looks over towards Nathaniel to be polite, "Good day Nathaniel."

Enzo brought his right hand up to rub his eyes in aggravation and frustration. Complaining under his breath more to himself than anyone else, "Wonderful. Sandwiched between Frosty the Snowman and The Jolly Green Mute..."

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios

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Magni paid little mind to what Wren was saying. He noticed that many of the others were avoiding her, he didn't really understand why. She was no more confusing, or annoying than any other human to him. They were all so strange to him, and she was no different to him. He did raise a slight eyebrow as he was wondering what she was talking about, but he's learned to mostly tune her out when she begins babbling like this. Well her and the small spider-girl. "You can say that again." Wren chimed in at his statement about his body.

"My body is my greatest weapon. Why must I repeat myself?" Magni replied with a confused look. "This isn't to keep you all from killing each other. It's for you all to learn how to solve problems without guns, swords or whatever else. I hate to inform you Mr. Thorson and Ms. Wilson... But when danger comes, it usually happens when you aren't prepared for it." Coulson explained to them. Magni glared at him, his face showing that he was insulted. "I am the God of Strength, stronger than Thor. The crowned Prince of Asgard. I have several centuries of battle experience. I have lived longer than either of you ever will. Make no mistake, I am always prepared for battle Son of Cole."

Coulson rolled his eyes and sighed. "Alright that's enough. No need to get upset." He replied, hoping that would settle Magni down. The Asgardian Prince groaned in annoyance as he leaned back in his chair slightly. He then glanced over at Wren, and then down at the floor. He should say something right? Be.....polite or whatever? He contemplated what to say to her. Humans were so strange to talk to. If he was back on Asgard his interactions with his friends were mostly bellowing, and testosterone filled headbutts.

Small talk. He needed to start with small talk. "Um....pleasant morning was it not?" Magni stated with some uncomfortableness. He rubbed the back of his head as he tried to think of something else to say.

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Tommy continued to nap as people came in, not even noticing that Liz sat next to him. He woke up when he heard his name called by Ansari. He opened his eyes to her curly hair in his face, and wiped away a little bit of drool on the corner of his mouth. He looked up at her, seeing her bright smile. "Uh...morning Webhead.....though it's technically is the afternoon. I'm a nocturnal creature.....so good afternoon Webhead." He greeted back to her. He looked away from her smile, slightly blushing. She was always so nice, and open to him. It was something he appreciated. But he never really understood why she did so, they're about as opposite as it comes. He's not exactly the good guy, and he's the first to admit that.

He eyed her curiously as she asked him to come over to play some games with her friends. "Uh...sure, I guess. I've got nuttin else to do." He said as he stretched his arms out, and yawned. "I'll bring over the control I took from you.....ma wasn't a very good role model." He smirked at her. Yeah, the last time he was in her room he took one of her game controllers. And he was rather proud of that too by his tone. "So who else is coming?" He asked. He had to know who he was going to be dealing with. Though if he were a betting man he'd have to say it's probably the Drake twins, and Liz. Those were the usual suspects.

Tommy looked down at his clawless hands, and sighed in annoyance. "Man, I feel naked without my claws." He groaned. "And not in the fun way." He smirked, followed by a slight chuckle. "Don't see the point in taking my weapons, not like I can take on half the people here. Someone one like Magni, or Bane would just swat me away like a hundred and sixty pound fly." He added as he rubbed the back of his head. It was rather annoying for him to be so powerless when compared to people like them. Makes him feel so useless.

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Cameron Stewart/Lantern Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios

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Image "Uh...sure, I guess. I've got nuttin else to do." Anansi beamed.
He's coming over! She thought brightly, she was sure she was probably screaming in Liz's ear right now. "I'll bring over the control I took from you.....ma wasn't a very good role model." He said with a devilish smirk and made Anansi blush but then she topped. "I didn't even notice" She said, with a curious chuckle. She wasn't lying. She really hadn't noticed but she would have figured if she had, he'd be the culprit. Hey, at least he was honest. "So who else is coming?" Tommy said and Anansi bit her lip.

"Uhh....Probably the usual." She said, inwardly kicking herself. He would ask who else was coming.

"Good Job, Webhead....Liz, Help me out." she thought to herself, and then to Liz.

Thankfully, Tommy dropped that conversation entirely. "Man, I feel naked without my claws." He murmured and Anansi shrugged. "And not in the fun way." He said and she fought hard spare Liz the mental image, it didn't hid the redness that formed on her tawny cheeks.

"Don't see the point in taking my weapons, not like I can take on half the people here. Someone one like Magni, or Bane would just swat me away like a hundred and sixty pound fly." He complained and Anansi sighed. Here it comes, the mood and brood.

"Yea, but you're quicker then both of them, Yea, their big but also means there slower." she said matter of factly. "I think it's cool, you can do what everyone else can without the excuse, that makes stronger than a lot of us. For us it's an excuse, for you, that's something you had to learn, and that's way cooler then something your just born with." she said, gesturing to herself. Yes, she was strong, she had the proportionally strength of a spider, but she really did think what he managed to do was cooler, without powers but it was in one ear with him, this wasn't the first conversation nor would it be the last.
"If you want, I can show you some pressure points that'll even the playing field, don't need weapons for those. "She added with a shrug.

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Caleb Kent Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Cameron Stewart/Lantern Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios Character Portrait: Kain

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ImageHe, like the others responded to the good robot thing announcing a mandatory class in 15 minutes by leaving his luxurious penthouse and pressing L1 as required. The elevator moved quickly to the floor and even in that brief silence, he thought it could do with some modifying and some elevator music. Just because he was easily labelled evil, didn't mean he had lack of interests or enjoyment. Music was one of them.

Stepping onto the first floor, he saw Alfred and his crate which generally implied confiscation of weapons. Kain sighed out before approaching and rolled his neck around, trying to lose the tension there. Before he forfeited his weapons, he held up a finger that was oddly not in objection. "Elizabeth forfeited hers?" Standing on purely neutral territory or at least not favoring those inclined to do bad, he granted no response. Kain smirked, rolled his eyes and reached into his black jean pocket, pulling out a pack of cards and dumped them into the crate, catching glimpses of other interesting weapons as he did so trying to pair the weaponry to the individual. Alfred shifted, not letting Kain observe and calculate beyond his time. In turn, Kain's gaze shifted back to the butler and he went to step into the room. "Mr. Python," he prompted.
So he probably wasn't the first to try or Alfred knew the cunning of Kain too well. He looked off and sighed out his nose as he gave up his nifty little belt of small hunting knives then outstretched his arms for Alfred to pat him down. "Your power is your wisdom old man." He smirked when Alfred waved him through the room. "And it's Kain. Just Kain."
Kain's hazel eyes drifted through the present people. The green clan was slowly assembling. And Max Stark was looking popular with Ethan and his favorite girls; Cree and Elizabeth. Both favorites for different reasons. Even Ethan could bump up to a favorite list if he robbed a bank from time to time with his abilities. Kain shook himself out of it and tried not to get caught up on who to prioritize if they went rogue. Because the if in this place was huge.

He moved where Natchios sat, leaving one seat between them. "Don't let my presence bother you sweetheart,"he said pressing his tongue to his cheek to poorly cover a menacing grin. "You got a pen?"





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ImageFor a man with superspeed as a power, Caleb moved slowly, trudging to the elevator. 15 minutes was plenty anyway, though he had already spent 10 simply remaining in place.

Caleb never wielded weapons or carried them around seeing as his body was one enough and that was known to many people. Caleb wasn't gifted at wielding weapons anyway. "Good afternoon Mr. Kent. No weapons on your being today either I assume?" Caleb shook his head. "Nope." And as easy as that, entered the classroom. He would've been happier sitting with Magni but unfortunately the male's current company, Wren, repelled Caleb from the idea. She could just talk, and talk, and talk. Even when Magni struggled for real conversation that was kinda cringable. He searched for another option. He could have equally sat alone and waited for someone to be stuck next to him or choose to sit by him on the off chance but he was in the mood for company.
He super-sped to the seat near Astrid then smiled brightly. "Hey, Astrid. Thena." He greeted as she was close enough. "Training sesh at this time... What do you think's up with that?" It wasn't a bugging curiosity just a conversation opener.

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Caleb Kent Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Matt Grayson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Cameron Stewart/Lantern Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios

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ImageRenee had been awake about a two hours before J.AR.V.I.S' message. After Anansi's party, she'd gone to bed, without changing so she made it a point to wake up earlier to take a nice long bathe....that took her a bit longer than she intended. She dressed in her combat gear, but she took her time with her make up and hair. She was battle ready that didn't mean she had to look bummy. By the time she was done, she was impressively late.

She grabbed her cards and her father's bo staff and made her way to L1 where Alfred greeted her. "Morning, Ms. Lebeau." He said and she smiled politely, coughing up her cards, the bo staff that she twisted and compacted into a 6 inch baton, also removed her phone as well. "G'Mornin', Mr. Pennyworth, you must forgive mah tardiness," she said with her southern drawl and cajun flare. "You made it just in time, Ms. Lebeau, though this it new for you." He said and she shrugged. "I know, and I'm so sorry, it's just been one of d'em mornin's, can't say it won't 'appen again, but I'll try mah best." The cajun girl said and Alfred gave her a smile and let her pass. "Very Good, Ms. Lebeau"

Once inside, she scanned the room. Everyone was pretty much there. Alfred was right, it was new, she was rarely late for classes, but the bath she took, a little longer then she intended, but it was worth it, she smelled of lavender, and it followed her into the room.

"Hey, Renee!" Anansi called, waving from where she sat with Tommy and Liz. "Hey, Suga!" she said, with a finger wave before making her way toward the twins. Her oldest and closest friends. "Mornin' boys. Cree-girl." she said, as she blew all kisses as she took a seat beside Aiden. "Sorry, I'm late, but it takes time to look dis good." she said gesturing to herself with a laugh. "Just teasin"

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Jai West Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Matt Grayson Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Kamaria Wakandas Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios Character Portrait: Kain

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"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It is now 13 00 hours. I have been requested to inform you that class will begin in 15 minutes on floor L1. Attendance is mandatory. Those whom do not attend will have to answer to Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne." It took Jai awhile to register the alarm going off or even hear J.A.R.V.I.S to begin with. Jai was still deep in sleep enjoying the most pleasant dream that involved coconut bras and two lovely red headed friends of his. The alarm ruined that dream and Jai was forced to push himself up out of bed. Jai let his feet hit the ground and stretched his body while hearing a few joints pop from the process. Jai enjoyed his sleep very much. Almost as much as he enjoyed food and girls.

Jai stood up and began to zip around the room as he showered, brushed his teeth, changed, and ate breakfast in seconds. Once he was done, he ran just as fast down several flights of stairs since the elevator would only take longer for him. He reached the door and out of laziness, vibrated himself fast enough to past through it so he wouldn't have to go through the trouble of opening it himself. Jai was then greeted by Alfred. "Hey, Alfred. What are we doing today? Is it fun training exercises? Do we get to fight each other? We should so do that. I'd knock everyone down in a flash. Pun intended. Or are we final gonna go on some bad ass mission outside the school where we get to save the day. Imagine all the girls that would throw themselves at me after I save everyone since my powers are so awesome. I'm like a human vibrator..." Alfred used the second pause to raise his hand and Jai was silent for the brief moment. "Good morning, Master Jai. Cellphone please." Jai looked confused but then gave up his phone.

"Your ring too, sir. You'll get it back after class." Jai looked down at his ring and hesitated before eventually giving it to him. He would have just ran off and not given it away if he wasn't fortunate enough to have his hoodie made of the same material. It was the only thing that kept his powers from killing him. Jai ran into the rom and zipped around the area knocking over papers and books. He eventually stopped at the front next to Wren and looked over at Coulson and started firing away questions one after the other. "So what's going on today? And why do you have a bin full of weapons and my ring? Are we fighting each other? Is taking our stuff away supposed to keep us from killing each other? Wouldn't we kill each other by now? Is there gonna be food? What kind?" Jai kept going and going on and it was barely audible at this point unless someone had super fast hearing and could hear him talking about how he wanted tacos.

Jai finally stopped and took a breathe when he noticed Wren having an exchange with Magni. He immediately butted in and began talking just as fast as before with his best friend. "Hi Wren. Nice bra. Is it new? I like it. Makes me think of this dream I had that you were in except the bra was coconuts and the coconuts were a lot smaller because that make the dream better. It still looks nice though. But you always look nice since your hot. I'm hot too. If we're both hot, that means we should make babies so that way the world gets more hotness. But I don't want babies. Babies are gross and I'm still sort of a baby because of that whole speed force thing. So no babies. What are you and Magni talking about?" He looked over at Magni and grinned. It was his turn now. "Magni, you're like super strong, right? Would yo let me punch you? Alex was telling me some thing about force and how if I run super fast, I can make enough force to knock out a god and you're sort of a god so can I punch you and see if it works?"

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Caleb Kent Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Jai West Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Matt Grayson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Cameron Stewart/Lantern Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios

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Magni eyed Wren curiously as she seemed to space out. Once she spoke again he was still rather confused. What was she talking about? "I thought you could not become ill? How would you have the plague?" He asked. He then sniffed the air to get a good whiff of her odor. "And as for your odor, it is no more unpleasant than the next human." He assured her. Why she would care if others sat near her was beyond him. He didn't care either way. Everyone was of little concern to the Asgardian Prince. Though he did find Wren....amusing at times.

"Yes, the Iliad. Sometimes referred to as the Song of Ilion, or the Song of Ilium. By the author Homer. Depicting the destruction of Troy." He stated. Thor had made it a point for him to be familiarized with some of the Midgard literature. "Father thought it best if I was familiar with human literature. I do not see the point in it." He explained. "Greeks are so......dramatic. A feeble people to be sure." He added with a note of contempt. Pfft, Greek Gods, as if. His attention was then brought back to Wren as she motioned around them.

"No. I have already decided to sit here. I shan't move." He asserted. "You are as adequate company as the next." He assured her. "You as uninteresting to me as the next." He added as he gestured around them. "Besides, what evidence do you have that you are the reason they avoid sitting up here? Perhaps it is me. Not that I care. Makes no difference to me if you, or anyone sits near me." He stated in a rather cold manner that is common for him. He wasn't really trying to make her feel better or anything, he was just stating his opinion.

And then they were joined by Jai West, the son of the Flash. Magni was barely able to keep up with his super fast speaking as he spoke to Wren. And then he turned to Magni. Magni rolled his eyes as he spoke. Like super strong? Sort of a God? He was super strong, and he was a God. "My strength knows no bounds, and I am a God." He corrected the speedster. "Very well. Only if you give me the same curtsy." Magni replied as he cracked his knuckles with a rather bloodthirsty look in his eye. "I wish to see a human body turned into a puddle."

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[color-#000052]"I don't need charity."[/color] Tommy replied to Anasri's offer. He looked down at his hands as he twiddled his thumbs. "Well, in all fairness Magni is a lot lighter on his feet than he appears. Seriously, I bet he'd be a good dancer if you know he didn't want to go all Conan the Barbarian on everything." Tommy pointed out followed by a slight chuckle as he imagined Magni dancing. "Besides, isn't that kinda cheap talk coming from you guys? You guys have always had powers. Webhead you're about as fast, and agile as me without even trying. And Liz....well you can probably bench press as much as I can without using your arms."

"Meh whatever. I can be just as adaptable with my claws." Tommy added as he placed his hands behind his head, and leaned back in his chair. They were soon interrupted by the arrival of Renee, fashionably late of course. Tommy gave her a small nod hello. He then noticed Matt in the room, and slightly scuffed at his presence. "Well there's the nephew. Wonder where the niece is?" He muttered to himself. Well it was loud enough for those near him to hear him, but it was not directed to anyone.

Tommy chuckled slightly to himself as he thought of ways to mess with Matt. Since he had to give up his phone he could easily steal it from the old man, and feel it full of dude-on-dude action. Or maybe just animals going at it. He's not quite sure which would be funnier. He then glanced over at Liz who probably heard his thoughts about pranking Matt. 'Don't judge me. I'm a petty, petty man.' He thought to himself in case she was listening in on him.

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Matt Grayson Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange Character Portrait: Kamaria Wakandas Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios Character Portrait: Kain

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ADRIENNE STRANGE
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Most would assume Adrienne to be a morning person. Intelligent, stoic, a complete perfectionist; such traits were often possessed by the likes of the organised early birds, up a the crack of dawn, prepared for the day before it even broke. But Adrienne is loathe to stereotypes, and this one in particular could not be further from the truth.

In truth, the girl was similar to a sloth in terms of sleeping patterns, and tended to remain enveloped in her star-adorned duvet long after her initial awakening, simply enjoying the coziness her beloved blankets brought, and perhaps keeping herself company with one of the many books that were stacked about the apartment.

This particular morning, Adrienne had awoken around ten-ish, and decided against getting up, instead opting for dozing, face warmed by the soft sunlight that filtered through her window's blinds. Then, after the novelty had started to wane, she'd climbed sluggishly out of bed, prepared some breakfast, and returned to her bed. A single slice of toast slotted between her lips as she held a book in one hand and a mug of hot chocolate in the other. She'd propped up some pillows as to soften the bed's backboard, and spent the next two and a half hours engrossed in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

It was halfway through chapter thirty that Adrienne's perusing was interrupted by a familiar English accent, "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It is now 1300 hours. I have been requested to inform you that class will begin in 15 minutes on floor L1. Attendance is mandatory. Those whom do not attend will have to answer to Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne."

Adrienne's glanced up at the speaker with furrowed eyebrows, before reluctantly folding down the corner of the book and clamoring out of bed. She passed the mirror, before backtracking as to get a better look at her reflection. A grizzled individual stared back, ebony hair a tangled mess and a chocolate fringe around her mouth from her morning beverage. Adrienne clicked her tongue, pondering the amount of time she had to adjust herself into an image at least slightly presentable. Her expression was skeptical. Fifteen minutes, huh? She sighed, shrugging. "Not likely."




Precisely ten minutes later, Adrienne had managed a quick shower -a severe change from her typical interminable soaks- and thrown on a typical outfit. Even during physical training, Adrienne could often be seen wearing her usual trench coat and trousers, as opposed to the more suitable attires of her 'classmates'. Sports bras and supersuits were hardly Adrienne's style, and she detested exercise about as much as she cherished slumber.

A minute after that, Adrienne was approaching the balding gentleman and his table of weaponry. Alfred knew better than to bother stopping her, and instead he offered her a raise of the eyebrow and a wry smile. "Slept in, Miss Strange?"

Adrienne offered him an equally satirical expression. "That implies an initial intent to get up early. I had nothing of the sort."

Alfred tutted disapprovingly, "Perhaps you should change that."

Adrienne passed him, raising her hands as her tied her dark locks up into a ponytail. "Perhaps. But I doubt I will."

The doors slid open with a smooth snickt, and Adrienne gazed around the room scrutinizingly. Her classmates had already begun to knot and bundle. The little groups dotted around the room like flies on fly paper, some significantly less comfortable than others. Catching sight of Nathaniel, Adrienne stepped to join him, only for Matthew to catch her eye. He was stationed by his lonesome, and even a girl as stony as Adrienne had to note his appearance of despondency with a hint of sympathy.

Just a hint, though.

Tucking her hands into her pockets, she approached his back, looking over him with perusal. A teasingly pitying look touched her features, "What a depressing sight."

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Caleb Kent Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Jai West Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Matt Grayson Character Portrait: Lilith Isley

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Lilith was training which was never really a hobby like it was for others but it was more of a necessity for her. So many others had some higher level of fighting skill or strength, meanwhile her powers could be countered and were based on manipulation. She needed physical power behind her small frame rather than rely on some superman, or someone of the sort to rescue her.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It is now 13 00 hours. I have been requested to inform you that class will begin in 15 minutes on floor L1. Attendance is mandatory. Those whom do not attend will have to answer to Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne." With that, she sighed out gently patting the boxing bag and threw on her cardigan. "Mr. Coulson would also like me to remind you that even the children of Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne are subject to equal punishment for not attending. Thank you." She smiled slightly and moved to the elevator. L1. Behind her back, she entwined her own fingers together.

When she saw Alfred waiting, she tilted her head. "All good news I hope?" She gestured to the crate.
"That depends on how you care to interpret it. Your weapons will have to be temporarily surrendered from this point on, Miss Isley."
Her brows shot up with an amused smile. "Unlike my fellow acquaintances I don't play armed and paranoid carrying those objects around. Besides, not all weapons can be surrendered." She tapped her lips in hint then smiled sweetly. "May I pass?"
With an evident internal sigh and even roll of the eyes Alfred responded, "Go right ahead."
She brushed pass him, joining the others. She scanned her options as her pace slowed around the room. One row from the back would have to do her, seeing as the back row consisted of an interesting make-up. She turned her chair to face Enzo and Nathaniel.
And dear Enzo looked to be agitated. She smiled a little, assuming Aiden found some nerve switch of his but would quickly become preoccupied in Renee. For now though, she stayed quiet as a spectator, scanning the peculiar back row.

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ImageThere was a random burst of air beside her, followed by Caleb to be revealed in the seat so casually and a big fat bright grin of his. Well it was only a guess of two when flying colors flashed towards people in here. Jai or Caleb.
She could only pray this would be one of their tame conversations, from whatever departed his mouth. Of course it bothered her to bits and probably other women that he countered his attractive looks by some of the things he said and boasting. Such a waste of potential. "Hey, Astrid. Thena. Training sesh at this time... What do you think's up with that?" He couldn't have said it in a more detached tone if he tried. But at least it was tame. Astrid glanced to Thena, seeing if she could magically provide some satisfactory answer for him. "Hi. And I don't know? Likely something physical and of mild intensity at the least." She supplied her response anyway.
"I should have had some coffee," she muttered as the likelihood kicked in.

Her eyes shifted back to the front of the class and she saw Magni giving Jai one of his lust for battle looks as he cracked his knuckles. She grabbed Caleb's arm ready to push him forward as interference if need be. "He's not actually going to hit him is he?" She asked wide eyed.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Jai West Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Matt Grayson Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange Character Portrait: Kamaria Wakandas Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios Character Portrait: Kain Character Portrait: Lilith Isley

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Max sat leaning back in his chair as he watched the others file in. First came Magni, his brutish Asgardian acquaintance. Magni went straight towards Wren and the front of the classroom. Max had previously noted their odd friendship. It didn't fit, yet they always seemed to be around one another. A few others filed in before he saw the first of the the people he uually sat with enter the classroom. It was Cree. Max smiled at her as she rushed towards him, talking about her latest robotics project. She was always so excited when it came to these things. Not that Max minded, she was the only one he could get extremely nerdy with. He appreciated that part of their friendship, along with the mutual trust they had built.

While Cree was telling Max about her robotic dog, Max saw Aiden and Ethan walk in. Aiden took up his usual place near the back. He never sat with them in class. Max wondered why, but Aiden was odd, and it was best not to question him. Max knew Aiden was there when he was needed. Ethan walked toward them and waited patiently for the topic to change. Max nodded to him, but lost focus when he saw Liz Natchios step into the classroom. Max and Liz had an odd relationship to say the least. He was definitely attracted to her. She was just a little bit over bearing. He had an idea that she was crushing on him. It took a lot to make Max commit though. He was too much of a flirt, and he didn't want to give that up for just anything. He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind as she approached, and flashed his signature nervous smile towards her.

Max watched the rest of his fellow extra ordinary humans file in as small talk went on all around him. He was uncharacteristically quiet this morning. He was bothered by the fact that he was going to have to go into the training session without his suit. He always felt useless without it. Max knew he was still as smart, if not smarter, than anyone. He knew he could go fist to fist with most, but people like Magni and Bane would crush him. Those same people didn't dare try him when he had his suit on. They would much rather keep him as their ally. He just wasn't as confident without it. His inner musings were interrupted by the sight of Lilly entering the room. Max couldn't lie. He had a major thing for blondes. They weren't close or anything, but he always smiled anyways when he saw her. Max looked away and returned to his thoughts.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Jai West Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Matt Grayson Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange Character Portrait: Kamaria Wakandas Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios Character Portrait: Kain Character Portrait: Lilith Isley

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Deadpool suit, top portion hanging on hips, black sports bra & Ray Bans


"I thought you could not become ill? How would you have the plague?" Magni said before sniffing the air and adding, "And as for your odor, it is no more unpleasant than the next human." Wren almost did a double take at the comment not knowing if she should feel insulted or laugh. So she laughed, "Glad to know that I only stink like all the other 'puny mortals'." She said it in her best Magni impersonation. "Because... You know, Asgardians smell like Japanese cherry blossom." Ok so she'd be lying if she said Magni didn't smell pleasant like most men. It was apparent that not all Earthly things were foreign to him, such as showers and deodorant.

"Yes, the Iliad. Sometimes referred to as the Song of Ilion, or the Song of Ilium. By the author Homer. Depicting the destruction of Troy. Father thought it best if I was familiar with human literature. I do not see the point in it. Greeks are so......dramatic. A feeble people to be sure." Wren nodded her head in slight surprise at his knowledge of the subject. "You know Oh brutish one, that learning about other cultures is important... Like the Trojan horse. Ingenious idea if you think about it. Hiding in a structure depicting a religious matter to gain entrance to an impenetrable city." Wren knew Magni was stubborn and thought he was perfect in his knowledge the way he is. But everyone can learn something knew. "Even you can learn a thing or 2 from Earth's history.

"No. I have already decided to sit here. I shan't move. You are as adequate company as the next. You are as uninteresting to me as the next." Wren scoffed, resting her arm on the back of the chair before her as Magni motioned towards the room. "Well don't you just know how to make a girl feel special? "Besides, what evidence do you have that you are the reason they avoid sitting up here? Perhaps it is me. Not that I care. Makes no difference to me if you, or anyone sits near me." Wren leaned towards him slightly, raising a curious brow. "So if you don't care if anyone sits near you... Then why choose to sit next to me? After all, I'm as 'uninteresting' as everyone else in here." He could play his tough act all he wanted but Wren knew that somewhere in there was a normal caring person. Plus people don't just choose to sit next to her unless they like her because she's annoying.

Wren knew Jai had entered before seeing him. Between the quick breeze of air, books knocking over then to the rapid fire at Coulson. It was only a matter of time before his attention shot in her direction. "Hi Wren. Nice bra. Is it new? I like it." Hell of a way to start a conversation. Wren glanced down at her bra, tugging at the top of it before looking back up at him. "Makes me think of this dream I had that you were in except the bra was coconuts and the coconuts were a lot smaller because that make the dream better. It still looks nice though. But you always look nice since your hot. I'm hot too. If we're both hot, that means we should make babies so that way the world gets more hotness. But I don't want babies. Babies are gross and I'm still sort of a baby because of that whole speed force thing. So no babies. What are you and Magni talking about?"

Wren shook her head, laughing. "First of all... FUCK! Man seriously!? You're dreaming of me in a tiny cocoanut bra!?" She raised her hand to smack him in the back of the head. "And you do realize making babies involves conception? With your speed you'd be what?... Done in 5 seconds, give or take. So how would someone who couldn't make it past half a minute supposed to work with someone who has stamina so high that they never sleep? Think on that for a minute." She grinned teasingly, "I need someone like Terminator over here." Wren playfully smacks Magni's bicep. "And we're talking about Magni's pent up unconditional love for me... It's quite moving."

Happy that it wasn't her turn anymore, Wren grabbed the back of the chair and leaned back so that Jai and Magni could see each other. "Magni, you're like super strong, right? Would yo let me punch you? Alex was telling me some thing about force and how if I run super fast, I can make enough force to knock out a god and you're sort of a god so can I punch you and see if it works?" Wren started cracking up laughing before Magni could speak. She knew Magni would kick his ass. "My strength knows no bounds, and I am a God. Very well. Only if you give me the same curtsy. I wish to see a human body turned into a puddle." Wren wouldn't actually mind it if they fought except for the fact she would almost guarantee that Jai would loose. And she liked the kid on occasion. "Did you know that Magni is a god? I didn't know that. It's not like he says it nearly every time he speaks." Wren grinned deviously towards Magni.


Phil sat somewhat patiently at the desk in the front of the classroom, strumming his fingers along the wooden surface. He wouldn't admit out loud that he was happy that class today was going to be brief... Well at least the portion including him. He glanced down at his watch. Upon seeing the time, Phil cleared his throat which got Alfred's attention. With their gaze met, he motion his index and middle finger beckoning Alfred to come join him. Luckily for Alfred, the crate containing the abundance of weapons was on wheels so he was easily able to roll in into the classroom and up to the front beside the desk. Phil then put up his hand motioning for everyone in the room to quiet down. "It's time to begin. Whomever isn't here... Well hopefully they show up before the training begins or they'll get an automatic failure for the exercise."

He looked over towards Alfred who then began to speak. "I know you all are less than content with the collection of your weaponry and gadgets upon entry. But for the sake of the exercise today we are limiting everyone to their basics... Which is quite literally the clothes on your back." Alfred reopens the crate before the classroom, "I apologize," He clears his throat, "Ms. Luther, your gauntlets and contact lenses if you have them in. Mr. Stark, your suit will have to remain in the classroom during the exercise. And Ms. Wakandas, Dumisami must either wait in the room during the exercise or return to your penthouse." Alfred addressed each of the students as he spoke. "If I have missed anything, or one of you are trying to pull a fast one on me please have some shred of decency to place the items in the crate." He motioned towards the crate before facing Phil slightly.

"Alright then," Phil spoke up once again, "As you guys can very well assume today's class time and training is nothing like our ordinary classes. Well, if you can call them ordinary. Out of the kindness I have allowed you all extra time to sleep in... or do whatever it is you all do in the mornings." He made a shooing motion with his hand before continuing, "This exercise is going to test you all on varying levels that will exploit your weakest levels. Alfred and I have been around you all a long time. At least, long enough to know what each of your strengths and weaknesses are."

Before Phil felt like he was going to completely loose their attention, he decided to cut to the chase. "So today you all will be Saving the Civilian." It didn't take long for Wren to chime in, "What?... Like that cheesy movie with Kurt Russell?" Phil sighed, nodding his head, "In theory yes. Alfred and I have spent a very long time preparing this particular exercise. You all will be given a partner and arena. Once in your given arena's everyone is given 5 minutes to save the civilian." It sounded simple enough right? Leave it to Wren to catch on, "... What's the catch?"

Phil smiled, which was indeed a rare sight. "Your partners have been decided upon by Alfred and I. Powers, relationships and abilities have effected how we decided to split you all up. For example some are because you have conflicting personalities, similar powers, no powers, genius level I.Q.s, etc... Then each pairing has had their particular arena designed specifically for them to test them in different areas depending on their own skill set and weaknesses."

Before concluding, Alfred held up his index finger to interject. "You are given only 5 minutes to save your civilian. If you fail to save them in the time frame or do not work together you will fail the exercise. And those that take in prohibited objects such as weapons, enhancements or anything other than the clothes you are wearing you will get an immediate failure..." Then Phil added, "And you will not be allowed to attend the dance Saturday night." He crossed his arms over his chest to show that he wasn't kidding before asking, "Any questions?"

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Caleb Kent Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Jai West Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Matt Grayson Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Cameron Stewart/Lantern Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange Character Portrait: Kamaria Wakandas Character Portrait: Kain Character Portrait: Lilith Isley

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Image"Hi. And I don't know? Likely something physical and of mild intensity at the least." Astrid responded. He nodded along and shrugged. He didn't even have a guess or care much for one. Whatever happened, happened. They were along for the ride once they entered the classroom. And Caleb was fairly certain he could take whatever came his way. "I should have had some coffee," she added after a moment.
"Maybe you should have." He agreed. "Obviously you need whatever substance you can to be in peak condition." He smirked at her.

When Astrid grabbed his arm he looked down at her hand then up at her startled face. "He's not actually going to hit him is he?" Caleb followed her gaze to see Magni and Jai and Wren just kicking back. Magni looked moments away from throwing a punch, that much was right. "I don't know. Depends." To finish any prompts of what, he continued. "It depends if Jai moves fast enough or if Magni's that determined to hit him." He replicated a casual shrug and smile. Little fights were entitled to break out in the academy. Not everyone saw eye to eye and some people would literally ask to test the others skill. He didn't need his super hearing to gather that was likely the case. If it were a heated instance, the room would be upside down.

Phil begun his speech up the front of the class and Caleb glanced to Astrid. "Relax." She was such a den mother. When his ears caught to save the civilian. They didn't even get to pick their partners from a hat. Again, he looked to his closest company hearing Phil announce the pairs are based on relationships and similar power. The arena accounting for their strengths and weaknesses. Astrid and he struggled to work together so he was a little worried they'd be at each other's throat for this one. "Good guess," he muttered. He rolled his eyes back to the front and awaited the pairing.




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Image"What a depressing sight." Matt simply cocked his head back to confirm the face to the voice he was familiar with and grinned. "Hey, stranger." He admittedly thought himself a little more clever than he was for playing on her name in that way. "I'm sorry my face makes you feel that way. But me and Casper go way back. And we have a silent bond and you're actually ruining this intimate moment." He shifted in his seat to look at her from a more comfortable position, making a show of wrapping his arm around the spare seat. "How have you been today anyway?" His grin returned and poor act dropped.

Pretty soon, Phil was gaining the students attention, causing him to turn back to the front. He didn't entirely like what was being said about exploiting weaknesses but at least he was outright about it. And then like Wren had asked he was waiting for the real punch line. "Er, that doesn't sound promising," he commented quietly. "We're pretty much an even pair right?" He asked Adrienne, though his focus shifted so intensely she could have crept away by that time. He just wanted to delude hope and be paired with someone he could have at least half trust. "Any questions?" Matt looked around. He personally had none for the moment but there were always those productive ones that he didn't think of until they were brought up.

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Caleb Kent Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Jai West Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Matt Grayson Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Joker Jr Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios Character Portrait: Lilith Isley

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"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It is now 13 00 hours. I have been requested to inform you that class will begin in 15 minutes on floor L1. Attendance is mandatory. Those whom do not attend will have to answer to Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne." Alex initially ignored him. She didn't care for showing up to class today she wasn't I the mood and she could simply use Bruce to her advantage this time. "Mr. Coulson would also like me to remind you that even the children of Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne are subject to equal punishment for not attending. Thank you." Alex tossed in her bed. "Fuck."

"The one time a month I actually get sleep in and this fucking school is making me show up to class." Alex mumbled as she pushed herself out of bed. Her bed was hardly ever used and went back in it's little hiding compartment once she was out. Her penthouse had a very futuristic feel to it with hand scanners to deploy the hidden features of the room, her own lab, and a complete weapons arsenal that was enough to make Deadpool wet. She put her hand on one of the panels and a door slid open. She slipped into her closet and changed before popping back out and taking her pick on weapons for today.

Alex went into her weapons room next to decide what toys she wanted for the day. She grabbed her favorite Colt 1911 and strapped it to the left side of her hip and also grabbed the tiny but still deadly Colt Mustang. Her 1911 held actual bullets in it while she used the Mustang as another way to concentrate her starbolts through. The amount of blades she grabbed next were too many to count and she finished it off with a few little bombs and gadgets of hers.

Now that she was loaded up, it was time to head to class.

Alex must've had terrible timing because once she was in the elevator... He was there. Alex stared forward and did her best to ignore him. "Well, well, well... What do we have hear." Alex attempted to try and listen to anything else but him but it didn't work. She just needed to keep her cool for long enough. Though that was unlikely. And of course, he continued to antagonize her. "You're dressed a lot like your father today. Is it a special occasion? His birthday, perhaps? Do tell so I can run a little message along to him." He began to laugh and Alex clenched her fists as he continued. "Though I'm not sure he's in any position to be receiving messages." He pointed at the ring around her neck that belonged to Jason.

That was it. Alex wasn't going to take the high road.

Alex spun around and landed a fist square onto his nose. Junior flew to the back of the elevator laughing with a very much broken and bloody nose. "Tsk tsk, Alex. What would Bruce think?" The elevator stopped at their floor and Alex grabbed him by his green shirt before tossing him out onto the floor and then hitting him with another Tamaranean punch. All Junior did was laugh.

Alex picked him up again and punch him scared in the Jaw. She made sure it was hard enough to make him slam against the classroom doors. Alex then tackled him they both came crashing through the door. Junior was actually fighting back at this point for the sake of getting out. He landed a few good hits on Alex but he looked much worse than her. Alex punched him again and then lifted him up with her Mustang up under his chin and it began to glow green. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast your head off right now."

"I can give you three." It was Coulson. "One, you'll go to Arkham Prison... Again. Two, you get to deal with the Wrath of Bruce. And three, no dance for you." Alex let go of Junior only because of the threat for going to prison. The others didn't phase her.

Alfred came in front of her with a bin. "You're weapons, Master Todd." Alex was reluctant to give up her babies but she did eventually comply. She put her two guns in first before taking off her blaster. Now it was time to grab her knives. She took out one that was tied around her neck and under her shirt, another small one hidden in her sleeve, the throwing stars in her inside jacket pocket, the one strapped horizontally on the back of her belt, another in her pocket, and two in her boots. Alfred shook the bin. "Everything." Alex sighed and grabbed the bombs she hid in her jacket and the other gadgets she was hoping to test today. "You will also have to change shows, Miss." Of course Alfred would know she had hidden blades that popped out in her boots.

Alex took off her boots and tossed them into the bin when she caught sight of a pair of sneakers. She put them on and they were exactly her sixe. He came prepared. Alex thought before she moved over to her group of friends. It felt weird having eyes on her thanks to the entrance she made but she just ignored them. She saw Jai and Magni still standing up like they too were ready to throw down. Alex folded her arms. "The fuck are you guys staring at? Get your dumb asses in those chairs before I decide to make you both look worse than Junior." It was clear Alex was not in a good mood and nor did she feel like with any retaliation from anyone. She was one wrong step away from blasting someone's head off. The only one safe would be Wren who now sat on her right while Jai was seated to her left. Wren was one of the very select few safe from her wrath.

Alex looked back to see Junior taking his bloody self next to his boyfriend, Enzo, with a huge smirk spread across his face. He began to whisper something into his ear but Alex decided not to listen in. It was probably perverted and something she really didn't want to hear. Instead she tried to focus on class and not get kicked out this time.

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Aiden looked to his side, giving a attempted threatening glare at Enzo, "Why would I need to test anything with you? I already know you're a moron pretending to be a Steve Jobs. I would of said Steven Hawking... but that's a little above your pay grade. But don't worry. You're still totally revolting to me Drake." Aiden rolls his eyes at him, tipping his hat back, still barely able to see his eyes, "I'm not pretending to be anyone of the sort. I'm definitely not that important to the evolution of the human race. And neither are you Nigma, although you are simply the definition of a narcissist, following your fathers footsteps, I suppose, he would've been real proud, huh?" Aiden might have gone a bit too far with his arguments and attacks against Enzo, but he would've never admit it. He turned to Nathaniel who walked in and sat on the other side of Enzo. Sitting in silence, he hears Enzo mutter, "Wonderful. Sandwiched between Frosty the Snowman and The Jolly Green Mute..." Aiden looked down at his desk, letting out a small chuckle, "You could just move, or is that just a little bit too easy for you?"

He turned again to the door as Anansi walked in, "Morning," He quietly replied as she walked in. Then Renee followed. Stunning as always. She sat beside him in an unoccupied seat, "Sorry, I'm late, but it takes time to look dis good. Just teasin'" He chuckled and lightly scratched the side of his nose, "Haha... Yeah, right..." He ran a hand through his hair and turned his attention to Mr. Coulson as he told the students about the next task. Then, in normal fashion, Phil asked if their were any questions. His brother put his hand up, "Oh this can't be good." Slowly his brother started building up multiple questions, one after another, clearing annoying Coulson. He had been asking questions for what had felt like hours, "Can I have a reservation of my brother as a partner?" Aiden yelled and nearly burst out of his seat, "Oh, hell no! I mean... No thank you, Mr. Coulson... Sorry." He sank back in to his chair as all the heads around him stared, situations like these that he got himself into gave him his agonizing level of social anxiety. God, I'm such a damned idiot.

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Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Caleb Kent Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Matt Grayson Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange Character Portrait: Charlie Barton

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"I'm sorry my face makes you feel that way. But me and Casper go way back. And we have a silent bond and you're actually ruining this intimate moment." As Matt looped his arm over "Casper's" shoulders, Adrienne forcefully suppressed a smirk. Instead, her brows rose in a faux solicitous expression, "In that case, perhaps I should leave you two to your liaison and find someone else to vex." She pointedly looked about the room, seemingly searching for someone else to join.

Matt's pitiful persona melted into a wily grin as he looked at her, "How have you been today, anyway?"

Adrienne opened her mouth to shun Matt for his unoriginal choice of conversation starter, when the doors swept open once more, and a bloodied pair stumbled into the room. Honestly, the activities hadn't even starting and already someone was sporting a bloody lip and a black eye. Adrienne curiously watched as the pair lumbered to the respective seats, before commenting over her shoulder, "Better than them, from the looks of things."

"Alright then," Phil Coulson wasn't a particularly large man, and yet his voice seemed overwhelm every other mutter, murmur, and remark in the room. Adrienne swiveled around, turning her attention from Matt as the agent began his rundown of whatever exercise they were about to participate in.

"As you guys can very well assume today's class time and training is nothing like our ordinary classes. Well, if you can call them ordinary. Out of the kindness I have allowed you all extra time to sleep in... or do whatever it is you all do in the mornings." He made a shooing motion with his hand before continuing, "This exercise is going to test you all on varying levels that will exploit your weakest levels. Alfred and I have been around you all a long time. At least, long enough to know what each of your strengths and weaknesses are." Hmph, what weaknesses? Adrienne's eyes narrowed slightly, the idea of possessing any sort of flaws an unwelcome one.

"So today you all will be Saving the Civilian." Of course, Adrienne had never seen the film Sky High, so when Wren called out as to make her daily interruption -and there certainly was a quota that Wren was inclined to make- Adrienne's face was blank.

"In theory yes. Alfred and I have spent a very long time preparing this particular exercise. You all will be given a partner and arena. Once in your given arena's everyone is given 5 minutes to save the civilian. Your partners have been decided upon by Alfred and I. Powers, relationships and abilities have effected how we decided to split you all up. For example some are because you have conflicting personalities, similar powers, no powers, genius level I.Q.s, etc... Then each pairing has had their particular arena designed specifically for them to test them in different areas depending on their own skill set and weaknesses. You are given only 5 minutes to save your civilian. If you fail to save them in the time frame or do not work together you will fail the exercise. And those that take in prohibited objects such as weapons, enhancements or anything other than the clothes you are wearing you will get an immediate failure..." Although her face remained serene, mentally, Adrienne was grimacing. So they're pairing us up with the people we don't work well with? Where's the logic in that? Good grief, and I'm bound to get stuck with some complete dunderhead... "...And you will not be allowed to attend the dance Saturday night. Any questions?" Adrienne stiffled a scoff, Miss the dance? God forbid.

"Er, that doesn't sound promising. We're pretty much an even pair right?" Adrienne looked at him, one brow raised, and lips curved into a teasing smirk. "'Even'? Please. I'd kick your ass." A rare smile flickered across her face, exposing the joking manner of her comment.

Well, she was mostly joking.