Snippet #2675765

It was a generic morning. The sun was making its gradual ascent into the Nevada sky. Birds melodically chirped, denoting that the day had begun its strut yet again. But their hymns fell upon deaf ears, Ender’s to be specific, because they were already clouded by the incessant conversion of sunlight into wieldable energy propagated by the 120 acres of solar panels that comprised Excelsior Valley’s AFB Solar Two. The photovoltaic power station employed the usage of 60,000 solar panels, outfitted with top of the line sun tracking systems to supply a good chunk of the valley with power. Its main beneficiary was of course the air force base that had leased the land it currently resides in, but the two locations, albeit officially delineated, are commonly referred to as of the same element.

How did the boy arrive at an area operated and maintained by the government, one might ask? Well, it’s simple. The plant called to him. Not of its own will, but a myriad of devices in the place were crying out for a helping hand. Just imagine the looks on the guards’ faces when a fourteen year old randomly made an appearance at four o’clock in the morning. And just imagine them attempting to explain their reason for giving him access to their superiors. He was very determined to heed the dissonances’ beckonings for assistance, and once the on-site staff confirmed that they were indeed having issues in multiple loci, Ender instantly shifted gears and went to work. Under his direction all of the errors that cropped up had been remedied, and yet again the young boy, with a tool bag in one hand and a volume of manga in the other came in for the save.

As a reward, he was given the privilege of taking refuge at the power plant whenever he needed. And that’s how we got here, the day of the year many Paragon Academy students refer to as ”The Day”, usually spoken with exclamation or aspiration. Meanwhile, the young hero still in the midst of his slumber recited it with listlessness. But as soon as the analog clock located in the staff lounge four stories below displayed the numbers 6:50, Ender instantly sat up, sending the blanket flying forward. He raked the back of his head and stretched out, finally coming to the realization that he had fell asleep on one of the many main complex’s catwalks. The grated flooring wasn’t the most comfortable surface, but the boy was sufficed with his choosing. ”Why’sh it sho shunny…” He managed to sluggishly say to nobody in particular. Half-opened eyes autonomously surveyed their surroundings and came to the conclusion that all was well.

All of a sudden, his lids flew wide open, as if Ender had just watched the worst atrocity at the world’s disposal, besides axeing amazing series. ”OH MY KUUDERES I’M GOING TO BE LATE” He abruptly switched into overdrive and grabbed all of his belongings, then made his way for the showers located four floors down. At a cursory pace, Ender began his descent through the web of catwalks, but out of the blue stopped on a time. ”Wait… where’d I leave it.” Rather than trying to delve into his memories, the boy instead closed his eyes and took in all of stimulus in his vicinity. Discerning one item among over 60,000 devices was already an arduous challenge, but for the young hero, it was a process as smooth and fluent as cutting butter. After a few moments, he finally homed in on the object and directed his gaze in its direction. The Clockwork Cannon was located on the catwalk he had managed to solicit. It was probably forgotten late last night during a calibration session. Without moving a muscle, Ender took control of his weapon and levitated it above the railing. It then flew down towards him and came to a complete halt just before it was going to collide with its user. He swiftly toted the cannon by its shoulder strap and made a beeline for the showers.

”I’m heading out, will be back to help out this weekend!” Ender called into the staff lounge and was met by a chorus of acknowledgements and stay wells as a response. He had a lot of ground to cover to even get to the entrance of the power plant, and subsequently the air force base’s gate. Stamina wasn’t exactly his strong suit, but the invigorating feeling of energy coursing through jet engines was enough to get him to his destination. From there he caught a bus headed for the main city. Luckily he was the only passenger at the time, so his cannon was given its own row.

Now this is when things got difficult. Instantly the noise increased upon entering the city. As soon as he got off the bus and gave his thanks to the driver, Ender instinctively slipped on his headphones. Music was one of his main sources of energy utilized to get him through the day. Walking was already enough for the tinkerer, but now he also had to navigate his way through the flow of pedestrians. Luckily due to his foresight he had alotted enough time for him to be punctual. That was the case, until Ender found himself being drawn through the doors of a bookstore. ”Pretty sure the ib Omnibus was released recently. I should have enough time I think....”

Like a beam of light, Ender bolted out of the establishment with an expression of visible distraught clearly written on his face. ”Craaaaaaap. I bought way too much! The moe was too stronk!” Time was of the essence, and due to his inability to remain on track, he was now running against the clock. He gritted his teeth as he evaluated the current situation, and soon drew the conclusion that there was no way he would arrive on time by running. ”Well, it’s now or never! Clockwork Cannon, melee mode!” He reached behind him to press a button next to the weapon’s trigger. All sixteen clocks shifted into six o’clock position and just like that, the muzzle collapsed into a triangle. Without a moment to spare he effortlessly swung the cannon around to the ground and forced it to float. The student planted both of his feet on its exterior and used the strap in place of reins. Now the cannon had been repurposed as a means of transportation. Innovative. ”Alright players, start your engines! Aaaaaaaand, go!” The cannon jerked forward and matched the speed of the cars beside him. Since it was impossible to steer through citizens and illegal to drive on the main street, he instead sped through the small cut of asphalt between the two. Heads instead swiveled and watched in awe as the kid flew by.

It soon became evident that taking the roads wasn’t going to work either. This was probably going to have some adverse effects, but Ender was out of options. His improvised ride suddenly ascended and scaled the buildings. For a moment, the boy was entranced by the morning sun. A near collision with a flock of birds sucked him back to reality. He could already feel his stomach beginning to churn after directing the movement of the cannon for so long. ”Running...low...on...charge.”

Battery… empty.” Ender managed to croak before falling through the doorway to the classroom, promptly crushed by his weapon. Most of the members of class A-4 were already present. A majority of his classmates were immersed in their own little conversations, most revolving around fairly common topics. If he didn’t spend an extra two minutes being enchanted by the mechanics of the force field, he would have had more breathing room. But luckily the homeroom teacher had yet to make his arrival. Taking the coincidence as a gift from the game developers up above, he went from the doorway to his desk in the blink of an eye, and set his weapon against his seat. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he stretched out across his desk, lost to exhaustion.

Ender perked up when a… unique canine pawed its way into the classroom and instantly fixated itself on student with white locks. His nose picked up the all too familiar smell of alcohol lurking into the classroom. Following it was a burly man built strong enough to withstand a nuclear warhead. ”WOOOOOOOAH! FLUFFY PUPPY!!!. S+!” He thought with overflowing excitement, as displayed by his ecstatic expression. The man introduced himself as Ron Silver, preferably designated as Mr. Unbreakable, or as Ender soon found out, Finn’s uncle. The teacher held the titles of homeroom, Quirk Theory and Applications teacher. Quite a lot for a sole person to take on, but despite his name, the man was probably quite flexible.

Following their teacher’s command, Ender’s classmates began their introductions and showcased their abilities. Although the boy was captivated by each student’s unique abilities and how picky his was in contrast, his mind was mostly focusing on narrowing down compatible classmates. Perhaps the guy’s declaration rubbed him the wrong way, but the tinkerer already felt a tinge of animosity for Mr Unbreakable’s nephew. ”My protag-ometer is going off…” He thought as the next classmate began her introduction. ”Oooooooh, I like her character archetype. I’m feeling a fiery personality, a burning sense of justice.” In case it wasn’t obvious, Ender had enough foresight to deduce that Ange’s ability. The two orbs of vibrant light filled both of his eyes. She’s probably pretty capable at CQC as well as mid-range combat. Next up was Lori, who demonstrated her ability by having a fellow classmate fling a knife at her. It was then deflected by an invisible force. ”Oooooooh, a defensive player. Gonna go off on a limb here and guess she couldn’t push her ability to its fullest extent due to the complications of indoors… and us! Yay, a good samaritan!”

Now the next one was pretty scary. Damon, or as he proclaimed himself accurately, Eraser had the quirk to do as his hero name implied. After him a few other students systematically displayed their quirks, a couple even lightly criticized the instructor’s judgement. Meanwhile, Ender was practically fanboying over every character that was shown.”I think I’m gonna have a nosebleed....” Castle was pretty interesting. Every fulfilled class needed a green thumb, and she flawlessly played the part. The next student turned out to be a super duper cuddly rabbit- summoner. Ender had to intensely focus on the students as opposed to the spirit currently circling him. The boy had to hold back a squeal when the student following Chun, Esther, suddenly transformed her stature and body to emulate that of a wolf. ”...I’m seriously gonna have a nosebleed.” He murmured as he cuffed his hands over his nose. Too. Much. Fluffy. Catalina then took her spot under the spotlight, and after some plot development, brandished her blade before the whole class. After she wrapped things up, the classroom fell silent.

The boy soon realized that it was his turn and curtly stood up from his seat. Unfortunately, the back of his head set a collision course with his cannon and he collapsed back onto his seat. ”Owiiiie” He began to childishly wail while rubbing the crash site. The boy sniffled as he got back and finally delved into his introduction. ”Heyo! Pleased to meet you all, and may I say, I’m blown away by all of your quirks! Wish mine was as nifty…” He trailed off before getting back on track, perking up into his usual jollity demeanor, ”Oh, right! My name’s Ender Vesti, hero name is Voltaic, but feel free to call me by what you like!!!” The boy energetically announced with a (*≧▽≦) expression clear on his whilst waving his hands. ”My quirk’s kind of a gray zone. By definition, it’s an emitter type. Hm, lemme see… Hey, you! Student three seats down and two over, you have a calculator, right?” His jutted finger fell upon the student in mention, who was surprised that Ender even knew of this fact. He awkwardly sifted through the contents of the bag and produced his calculator. ”Alright… Ah, there we go!”

Suddenly the calculator turned on by its own free will displayed the numbers 07734. The student, already perplexed enough, turned it over and read aloud ”hELLO… Oi, do you have the ability to control calculators?!”

Ender smirked at the query, ”Close, but no combo! Nice guess tertiary character whose sole purpose is to flesh out this single panel! Anyways, to give you all the scoop, I diverted the flow of electricity to specific LEDs to create those numbers. But cool thing is, my quirk is a two-part system!” He took a moment to catch his breath before continuing on, making sure to make eye contact with his classmates, ”What I meant by gray zone is that my quirk can also be categorized as a mutant type, but its constant effect is not visible on the physical plane. I can sense, or rather “hear” electronics and the coursing of energy through them. Your cellular devices, the vending machine down the hall, the cars passing by outside of the academy. All of it is blaring at all volumes. In laymen’s terms, I have long forgotten the definition of “complete silence” after the manifestation of my quirk. But I've gotten used to it.” As if completely unaware of the gravity of his state of affairs, the boy still spoke with his iconic youthful smile. He then concluded his introduction and took his seat, wishing everybody a class year of good luck.