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Phil Coulson

"Don't be hard on me and I won't be hard on you."

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

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NPC Teacher
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So begins...

Phil Coulson'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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#, as written by Scar.-
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
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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
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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.

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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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"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?"

Characters Present

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.

Characters Present

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

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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.

Characters Present

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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"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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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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“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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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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"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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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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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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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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As Kamaria finished up another set of laps in the pool she heard J.A.R.V.I.S come over the intercom. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen.” Coming to a halt Kamaria stood and listened to the rest of the announcement. “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.” Rolling her eyes and ignoring the rest of the announcement Kamaria swam to the ladder and climbed out of the pool. Though she was surprised it was already one, meaning she had been swimming laps for three hours, she still disliked the fact that her time alone was interrupted. The night before most people had been at some party that, while she was tempted, Kamaria decided to opt out of in favor of having a chat with her dad. They had talked for hours about what had been going on in their lives since they only really spoke once a week due to time constraints and the fact that her father had a country to run. Reaching for her towel Kamaria heard the intercom click back on and looked up at the speaker device to hear 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.” Chuckling Kamaria wrung out her hair before starting to quickly dry herself off. Looking over at Umi, who was curled up on the chair next to the one with her stuff on it, Kamaria flicked water at him before speaking. ”Hey.What do you think? Do we have time to run down to take a shower?” The black leopard uncurled and stepped off the chair, throwing Kamaria and look. ’Of course not. You don’t want to be late.’ Sighing Kamaria nodded. ”Fine, I guess you’re right.” Sufficiently dry Kamaria pulled on shorts over her bikini and shrugged into her leather jacket. After pulling her hair out she used a small wind to dry her hair so that it wasn’t dripping before pulling some out and braiding it around the rest of her hair, pulling it up off the leather and then wrapping a hair tie around it. Grabbing her bag and putting it on her left shoulder, the towel draped over her right arm, Kamaria looked back over at Umi. ”Come on then, I really don’t want to have to listen to Coulson about being late. Again.” As she walked over to the staircase Kamaria heard Umi give a huff and she laughed. ”Fine. Here.” Running back to the elevator she pressed the button and when the doors opened she reached in and pressed the button for L1, hopping out as Umi sat down in the metal deathtrap. ”Meet you at the bottom lazy.” Turning Kamaria jogged over to the stairs and jumped over the railing to the platform a level below. After a few more similar maneuvers and running down a lot of stairs, a few flights having been skipped with the help of flight, Kamaria leapt over the railing and landed on the platform that exited to L1. With a longing look thrown at the stairs that continued to go down Kamaria sighed and exited the stairwell, a smile on her face. Walking out into the hall the elevator dinged beside her and Umi stepped out of the elevator with a huff, walking over to her. ’I don’t know whether I should be more mad you did it or that I missed it.’ Laughing as she walked down the hallway with Umi, Kamaria looked to see Alfred standing beside the crate and sighed. ”Damn it. Not again…” Kamaria knew that the crate meant no weapons and, depending on the situation, no Umi. ”Good morning Miss Kamaria, I see you’ve brought Dumisami with you.” Walking up to Alfred Kamaria chuckled. Alfred was the only one to call Umi by his full name, even Coulson opting to use Umi when referring to Kamaria’s familiar, and the English accent made the African name sound hilarious. As Alfred held out his hands Kamaria sighed. ”You know, this is kind of ridiculous.” Alfred gave her a smile and nodded. ”Indeed, but necessary for the exercise.” At that moment Coulson looked over at Kamaria and raised a brow. ”You know,today’s exercise might be easier with shoes Kamaria” Looking down at her feet in exasperation Kamaria sighed and pulled a pair of flip flops out of her bag. Having been born and raised in Africa Kamaria had often preferred to go shoeless whether training or otherwise and the American custom was still strange to her. She then set her bag in the crate, and turned to walk away. Clearing his throat Alfred looked pointedly at Kamaria and she sighed. Pulling twin throwing daggers out of her short pockets Kamaria tossed them into the crate. ”Umi will leave once the training exercise starts.” Alfred nodded and Coulson, who had watched the scene, returned to his paperwork with a smirk. Looking around the room Kamaria saw who had gathered and sat a few seats away from everyone in the front row, turning to mentally speak to Umi. ’Well they can’t take my powers...’ Pointing a finger at Umi Kamaria manipulated a breeze to swirl around him, fluffing up his fur. Giggling at Umi she smirked as he growled and tensed to pounce at her.

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"My body is my greatest weapon. Why must I repeat myself?" Wren snorted as she laughed softly. She always found it adorably hilarious how things go over his head so easily. Reminds her of Drax the Destroyer. She shifts in her seat, holding out her hand as if to slow him down. "No, no, no... It's slang." Wren was still laughing a bit and waited to calm down before continuing. "It's the same as me saying 'I agree' but with sarcasm. And my own dash of flirtation." She rubbed her fingers together while saying dash. "I should start teaching my own class..." She nods her head, "Wren's puny Midgardian slang for the overly literal Asgardian brute." Wren clicks her tongue against the rough of her mouth, "I'd make millions."

Phil proceeded to explain to Magni a very vague reasoning behind their absence of weaponry. Then the Asgardian ego prepared his overly dramatic spiel. "I am the God of Strength, stronger than Thor." Wren shifted in her seat, resting her elbow against the back of the chair while placing her chin in the palm of her hand. She sat there watching Magni intently with a large grin plastered on her face. "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." When he was finished, Wren added half under her breath, "I've always liked an older man."

"Alright that's enough. No need to get upset." Telling an Asgardian to calm down is like asking a woman if it's that time of the month... You just don't do it. So Wren tried to make a joke of it, although she knew Magni wouldn't understand the reference. "Don't you know Phil... Asgardians say their names and rank like they're Daenerys Targaryen. Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen, Queen of Andals and First Men, Khaleesi, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons!"

As the silence grew between the 2, Wren's attention slowly shifted to glance back over her shoulder towards the rest of the room. It looked like everyone else was plastered to the sides or the back of the room. Nice. She was the least desired person to sit next to.. And Enzo was in the room. She was too busy trying to wrap her mind around the fact that nobody seemed to like her that at first she missed what Magni said entirely. "Um....pleasant morning was it not?" Her attention turned to him and she sort of just blurted out what she was thinking, and rather loud. "Do I like... Have B.O.? Or the Plague?!"

Wren then made a confused face before Magni's question registered. "Oh... Yeah. I hadn't really gotten out today. I was sort of engrossed in a book." She had no idea if Magni read or knew anything about literature from her planet. "Um... It's called The Iliad. It's based around Greek Mythology... I don't know if you ever learned about it since Norse mythology was derived from you. But it has war and battles. I think you'd like it." She looked him over slightly. Wren knew she was rambling and had probably lost his attention already. That tends to happen around her. She doesn't really have a filter. After a moment, she cleared her throat, nodding her head back towards the others in the room. "You can go sit by someone more interesting if you want." Wren smiled slightly, "I'm a tough girl," She flexed her right arm, "I can handle being that weird kid who always sits alone."

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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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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: [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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"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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Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Caleb Kent Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Joker Jr Character Portrait: Cordelia Wagner

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Thena was sitting one seat away from Astrid when Caleb filled it with his being. Sometimes Thena didn't understand why people would use their powers for the simplest things but then again she had sometimes did it herself. "Hey, Astrid. Thena." His smile radiated like the sun and that made Thena want to squint her eyes a bit while looking at him. It wasn't at all a compliment nor an insult, it just bothered her a bit that he looked too happy. "Caleb" Thena greeted casually before opening her legs a bit and sitting forward, much like a male would do. She was silent for the couple of seconds that Caleb talked because she wasn't quite sure if it was direct just to Astrid or the both of them but Thena soon spoke up once more after Astrid gave her that look and gave a response of her own. "Yup, looks like we are going to have loads of fun today." said Thena while shaking her head and averting her gaze towards the floor.

"I should have had some coffee," Thena rose her head slightly, enough to look at Astrid from the corner of her eye. " I prefer the pepsi but coffee is also good." she nodded slightly, agreeing with herself before her gaze moved to the front of the room over where they landed on the brute and energizer bunny. "He's not actually going to hit him is he?" The lovely Astrid prepared to toss Caleb into any drama that might happen but Thena only smirked and sat back with arms crossed. " I don't know, the oh so mighty prince of strength could use a good knock on his ass." Thena had no doubt that Jai might get knocked off his feet with a good timed punch from Magni but if there was a chance that the energizer bunny could do some damage then why the hell not?

The asgardian managed to catch the part where Phil said that anyone who skipped the class or didn't get here on time would get an automatic failure which instantly made Thena think of Cordelia. The girl was always late to class but Thena hoped that Lia would at least get here before training started or not she'd probably scold her again. Her train of thought snapped back to the class room when Alfred began calling out the students that couldn't bring certain things into training today. For a second Thena all but forgot about the pointy armor she had on her right shoulder. A sigh escaped her lips as she unfastened it, got up and walked over to the crate dumping it in there. Once back at her seat Thena rubbed her shoulder where the armor use to be as it felt a bit naked. For the rest of the announcement from Alfred Thena sat with her arms crossed and her neutral poker face on.

Honestly she was looking forward to the training while at the same time she wasn't. Out of nowhere two bodies crashed into the room which caused Thena to snapped her head towards the loud noise. The surprise on her face was evident as she noticed the two bodies taking blows were Alex and Junior. Her eyes followed every movement, something inside her wanted to break up the fight but then again, knowing Junior he must have said something to set her off and again he usually deserved what had coming to him. He's good at that and if it wasn't for the smart and pushy mouth of his Thena would like him a bit more. The fight ended though with Phil talking Alex down and making her change into sneakers after making her give up all her weapons. After eyeing the redhead for a minute after she sat down Thena returned her gaze towards the ground. There was something bothering her, something at the back of her mind that was just poking at her and she didn't know what.

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There was sweat beading in the crease between his eyebrows. He could feel it sliding down the bridge of his nose; could hear the muted splash of it dripping onto the bare skin of his bicep. The muscles there were quivering - thick cords and sinew screaming 'Mercy!' under the unforgiving strain. Green eyes flicked towards the stopwatch to his right, a muscle in his jaw twitching at the numbers on the screen: 0:30. Thirty seconds. Thirty fucking seconds. No way he could keep holding it for that long.

He was sitting Indian-style on the floor of his personal shooting range, the muscles in his arms close to bursting as he struggled to keep his hold on the bow. With a 500-lb. draw weight, it easily trumped his usual 400 lbs. - and even with the 80% let-off, it still meant he had to maintain his grip on the remaining 100-lb. holding weight.

Sounds easy? Well, maybe not for regular archers, but to him it sounded easy enough. And it was.

...For the first few minutes, that is.

Nine and a half minutes in and he could already feel his arms begin to fold in on itself under all the persisting weight. Enhanced strength or no, he couldn't keep holding that shit for way too long, and he still had thirty fucking seconds to go. But whatever. He'll suck it up. Thirty seconds (now twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven...).

Then the speakers overhead crackled to life, and all it took was the very first syllable of J.A.R.V.I.S.' announcement to shake his concentration enough for the fingers of his right hand to slip.

Everyone in the tower should be real fucking relieved to know that the soundproofing in Charlie's penthouse worked like a dream, because what followed after thunderclap crack of the vibranium bowstring snapping his arm guard in two was a very creative, and very, very colorful litany of swear words screamed towards the heavens in what was possibly the longest, loudest, most expletive-ridden cry of pain that ever originated from the human mouth.

500 lbs. of force straight to the radius.

Obviously, the pain was fucking unbelievable, and after he was finished screaming himself hoarse, he gingerly lowered the bow to the ground, and brought his right arm up to his face to inspect the damage. He gently prodded at it with the tip of a finger, and winced just as J.A.R.V.I.S.' disembodied voice once again filled the room. "Sir, are you quite alright?"

Silence.

"Sir?"

Charlie's head snapped up, eyes directed in a glare at the general direction of the speakers mounted to the wall. "No, J.A.R.V.I.S. No, I fucking am not." He scowled, left arm cradling his right's now heavily bruised and swollen forearm. Nothing was outright broken thanks to the arm guard (which now lay in two pieces on the floor), but he's sure his radius' sustained at least a few cracks. "Shall I contact medical?" the A.I. inquired once more, but Charlie shook his head. "NO!" He answered quickly, before adding, "No. I can handle it myself." in a more sedate manner. After a few more exchanges (in which he threatened asked to promise not to alert medical of his present condition), he hauled himself to his feet and started rummaging for a first aid kit.



By the time he came careening to a halt in front of the L1 classroom, close to twenty minutes had already passed, and he was met with an expectant look on Alfred's face and a crate half-full of various weaponry. "Really, Al?" He stared at the box with apprehension, noting the various blades just casually sticking out, unsheathed, then flicked his eyes at his bow. His baby. About to be lumped in with fucking Fenrir and Vanora. "I'm afraid so, Mr. Barton." Alfred answered mildly, before nodding towards the crate, "All weaponry in the crate, if you please."

Charlie gave his bow - affectionately named Veronica - a mournful look, but ended up complying without another word. "There's a good man." He heard Alfred say as he crouched down, shifting a couple of shit around with his free hand before gently settling Veronica on a now-empty corner. Of course, it - or rather, she - wasn't really in any real sort of danger in the first place. All his bows - string and all - were made of vibranium (save for his sole adamantium recurve, which was a gift from Uncle Tony on his 21st), as it's the only metal capable of withstanding his monster drawing weights. He just didn't like leaving his shit around, hence the obvious hesitation.

Sighing, he stood up and made his way into the classroom, settling himself in the nearest unnoccupied seat before kicking his boot-clad feet up on the desk in front of him. " 'Sup, Uncle Phil." He called out, the beginnings of a smirk already dancing on the corner of his mouth. "That's Mr. Coulson to you, Mr. Barton." Coulson answered blandly, but more than ten years of living with the man has taught Charlie to pick up the little things - all the minute inflections in his tone, the set of his shoulders - and he knew his Uncle (more like 'adoptive father', really) was at least a bit miffed. It only served to widen the smirk on his face. "Oops. Guess I forgot." He shrugged, "So, Mr. Coulson, what'd I miss?" He asked, all the while toying gingerly with the hem of the sleeve that hid his bandaged forearm.

He hoped to Jesus Almighty that whatever it was, it wouldn't be anything physical, or he'd be fucked.

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Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios

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C A L LXM EXG H O S T

[ 01:06pm || A Ghost in Pyjamas || Level L1 ]

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As he patiently waited for Cree to stop rambling to Max, Ethan looked over to the door when two people walked in, Anansi and Elizabeth. Anansi called out to him and Aiden, "Morning Twinkies!" He smiled at her as she walked past him, "Hey, Anansi!" Elizabeth, who was a little less quiet, sat behind him and gave him a glare, slightly scaring him, before Cree acknowledged that he was there. He nearly forgot he was sitting next to them. "Uh... It's not skin tight," He laughed before she started floating in to the air. "WHAT THE HELL LIZ?!" He got up from his chair as she hit the floor, he moved over to her, clearing over-reacting about the current situation, "Are you alright, Cree?"

He was finally interrupted by Phil Coulson. "It's time to begin." Ethan walked to his chair, "So today you all will be Saving the Civilian." Ethan groaned and put his head on his desk, putting his arms around his head. "What?... Like that cheesy movie with Kurt Russell?" Ethan chuckled as he lifted his head back up. "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... And you will not be allowed to attend the dance Saturday night. Any questions?" Ethan put his hand up quickly after Phil had finally finished talking about their task, looking around, seeing no one else had their hand in the air with him. "Wait, there was a dance happening on Saturday night?"

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Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Phil Coulson

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[ 01:06pm || All black is not gothic || Level L1 ]

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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: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Joker Junior Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Caleb Kent Character Portrait: Jai West Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Kain

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Liz returned Max's smile, their relationship was strange. They were distant but at the same time they were together, hard to explain. Liz had always had a crush on him but it took awhile for them to actually get together and even then it wasn't a normal relationship.

Liz turned toward the entrance of the class seeing who was showing up after her; Thena, who she talked to now and then. Astrid, she didn't really talk to her but she didn't hate her either. Caleb, arrogant unlike his father but she was friendly to him. Renee, an interesting girl. Jai, lots of talking from him but it was tolerable. Lastly, Kain. It was an obvious hate between Kain and herself but it was mostly hate from her end and annoyance from his. He used her hate towards him to get under her skin and it usually worked. Which is why she tensed up when he decided, purposely, to sit a seat away from her.

"Don't let my presence bother you sweetheart," She rolled her eyes, he knew damn well his presence would make her skin crawl. "You got a pen?" She finally turned to him "I don't think you'll need one, and even if you did I wouldn't give you one." With that she turned away from him and was determined to ignore him for the rest of the time they had left of sitting there.

She didn't pay much attention to the conversations that were happening in the class but Wren's was hard to ignore, especially when a dream, of Jai's, about her being in a coconut bikini top was mentioned. It was interesting to hear her reaction to it and hilarious. She couldn't imagine if anyone said that to her in front of everyone in class. Jai was nearly as talkative as Wren, which is probably why they got along so well. She couldn't handle either one for too long but Jai was tolerable for her.

She turned her attention to Phil and Alfred, who had moved to Phil's side, as they revealed the exercise for the day. Five minutes to 'save the citizen' without your weapons? Well at least some of us have powers That was her thought until he mentioned that the exercise would exploit each of their weaknesses which was not good for her, or anyone really. Her weaknesses usually dealt with her image of herself and the obvious human thing.

Everything was interrupted by Alex and Joker Jr in the middle of a physical fight which was quickly cooled down. Though Alex was still boiling everything cooled down. Joker Jr was probably the one to start it, not physically of course. He's more of the mental and emotional fight starter. He digs at your emotions that will most likely have an effect on you until you overload. Liz didn't like that, well no one really did and she also had Kain to worry about.

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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.