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located in Descendant Academy, a part of Descendant, one of the many universes on RPG.

Descendant Academy

The Descendant Academy is a secret high-tech superhero training facility created by Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark.

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Character Portrait: Myla Murdock Character Portrait: Jameson Blaze Character Portrait: Zehara El Sayid Character Portrait: Lexa Creed Character Portrait: Kane Nguyen Character Portrait: Aria Munroe Character Portrait: Josiah Dalinski Character Portrait: William Richards
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Zehara traveled with minimal luggage. Waiting at baggage claims or toting around several suitcases was a hassle. She had a small duffle which contained some basic essentials. Her load was light when she didn't need some superhero suit or elaborate case of weapons. The Cheetah was her weapon... And armor. She'd take the time some day to go shopping and get a couple things. Like more than three pairs of clothes. But it wasn't pressing at the moment. Plus she'd have to consider sneaking out to achieve it. She wasn't for the whole fieldtrip and holding hands everywhere.

... No one was hunting her. She wasn't a hero.

The bag sat on the ground beside her stool as she sat at the bar. Stark and Wayne definitely pulled out all the stops for this place. Even for it being over a decade old, the technology was still far more advanced than many things in the rest of the world. Aside from, perhaps, Wakanda and other hero facilities. The second she rested her hands on the counter, it lit up revealing a full menu of just about every drink known to man. Zehara wasn't picky. She scrolled through it just far enough to find bourbon and selected it.

A few moments later, a seam parted in the counter before her and the short glass, fresh with ice, was lifted up to sit before her. Zehara's face twisted in an impressed and curious expression as she apprehensively reached out and took the glass. She watched the bar close back up before she mutter a soft, "Huh," under her breath and took a sip.

Will took his time getting to the bar, making sure to take his things back up to his old room. Which, upon entering, hadn't changed. Not a single toe out of order. There wasn't even a single speck of dust or a cracked window. It was a strange sense of deja vu, but comforting. That midst all this chaos, there was still somewhere he could call home. Sure the people were new and different. But the walls weren't.

He descended back down to the main floor, watching as some of the others wondered their way towards the bar. Will lingered in the lobby, watching as Myla got on the back of a motorcycle with the silent stranger. His jaw clenched slightly as he watched them ride off. Something about it made him uncomfortable. He didn't know the girl but there were several things about it that rubbed him the wrong way.

A blind person, regardless of how heightened their other senses were, shouldn't be on a motorcycle. But perhaps that was the old fashioned man in him whining. What really bothered Will was the man. He didn't share his name or anything about him besides the batarang he found. Who's to say he wasn't the cause of Bruce Wayne's disappearance? It was too late for him to do anything. He should have offered to take her himself. But he didn't. Will could only hope that it didn't turn out as poorly as his brain was preparing for.

With a sigh, Will headed towards the bar. Just before he entered, Aria retreated backwards into him. "Sorry, sorry."

William held up his hands slightly, in an innocent manner. He offered her a slight smile. "Excuse me," he also apologized. He then cleared his throat and spoke up once more. "Do you need help—" But she was already moving on, not lingering around to hear what he had to say or the help he offered. "... Finding something?" He sighed, finishing his sentence more to himself and under his breath.

Zehara heard the footsteps approaching. She wasn't surprised that some of the others wondered their way into the bar too. If she wanted company, that she was unsure of. But it looked like her times of being a lone wolf were at an end. At least for the time being. She didn't look up from her glass when she saw Josiah out of the corner of her eyes. Her nostrils flared as she adjusted in her seat, pursing her lips and crossing her right leg over her left. Just as he seemed like he was about to take the seat beside her, Lexa swooped in and snagged it.

She managed to relax a bit, but didn't turn her attention towards the girl. Zehara had no problems with her, or anyone else, so far... Aside from the handsy Josiah. She was just never the super social type. That, and on top of everything else, she felt severely out of place in the Descendant Academy. Most of those who spoke up were children of well known heroes. Then there she was, daughter of a woman who was a thorn in Wonder Woman's side. A selfish woman who took over a tribe's tradition for her own selfish gain.A woman that was a monster. There were many skeletons in Zehara's closet. It was only a matter of time before they were aired out. It'd be easier if these people didn't try to be her friend. It'd save themselves the disappointment.

"Cheetah Avatar, huh? What does that mean? Does that make you a goddess or…?" The girl asked, breaking the silence.

Before she could respond Will walked around the bar and started to fix himself a drink, rather than letting the fancy technology do it for him. With a bottle in hand, he spoke up. "That can't be possible?" The question more rhetorical than curious. "I mean, look at Thor or Wonder Woman. They were revered as Gods because their presence came about in a time where humans couldn't comprehend beings from other worlds or dimensions with magic-like abilities."

"You're not a spiritual man, are you Mr. Richards?" Zehara asked with a soft chuckle, followed by a sip of her drink.

"I consider myself more of a man of science," Will mused, as he began to pour his drink.

"By definition," Zehara began, lightly tapping her fingertips down on the bar. "A God is just a superhuman being or spirit that is worshipped. By that definition alone, all of us in this room could classify as a God. It's actually quite common in many religions, especially tribal or primitive ones, that enhanced individuals, such as ourselves, were revered as Gods. And some still are."

Will's eyes squinted slightly as he put the bottle back. "Just because someone is worshipped as a God doesn't make them a God."

Zehara let out a soft chuckle as she adjust in her seat. It was at this moment she briefly gave Lexa side eye. Not as a way to say the girl was unwelcome. And, she hadn't consider if the conversation was trivial to someone worried about social media. But the look was more like, watch me talk this man in circles. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the bar. "So then how would you define a God?"

William ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of his front teeth as he pondered. He brought his glass to his lips, but never drank from it. After a moment, he set it back down on the counter. "Omnipotent."

"So, all powerful?"

He nodded his head.

"Then, by that definition, would Scarlet Witch be considered omnipotent?" Zehara posed the rhetorical question. Before Will could respond, she continued. "No, no. Of course not, I'm sure she can't do everything. But perhaps Doctor Manhattan? Or would it then be whomever wields the Infinity Stones?"

Will gave a weak laugh before he finally took a sip of his drink. "Touché."

"I'm not trying to make a fool out of you, Mr. Richards," Zehara clarified with a smile."Just somethings are not black and white." She then downed whatever remained of her drink. When she set the glass down, the bar opened and took it back in.

As her drink was refilled she turned her attention back to Lexa. "But to answer your question, no. I am not a Goddess. I am a vessel." Zehara's fingers took hold of her fresh glass as it appeared. "The Cheetah's spirit, or aura... life essence, or however Mr. Richards over here would classify it, is inside me. There is a ritual that is preformed within an African tribe that makes the tribe's chosen avatar become the Cheetah Goddess."

Zehara took another drink, glancing between the two. "It's quite complicated. But think of it as similar to the Black Panther. As for my abilities, in layman's terms, I'm similar to a werewolf... Were-cheetah." She made the terrible joke while shaking her head and furrowing her brows. Zehara never was the funniest, but that wasn't to say she didn't try on occasion.

Will tapped his hand on the bar softly, flashing a slight smile. "Well, thank you for that enlightening anthropology lesson." With that, he took his drink and headed towards the exit.

No, he wasn't insulted. On the contrary, William always liked learning something new. But that didn't stop him from being slightly embarrassed as well. When it came to battles of wits, he was usually the winner. If the topic was science or mathematics, he could talk circles around most people. But, cultures, religions... people were always topics his knowledge lacked in. To Will, Gods didn't exist. Everything could be answered by science. He had to remind himself that the way he thought, was not the general consensus. In fact, it was often the opposite.

He managed to wonder his way into the kitchen, wanting a sandwich or something. Leading up to this meeting, Will wasn't able to eat. And to be honest, he often had a habit of forgetting to eat until he was dizzy. He was working on it. When he first entered, he didn't notice Aria until after he rummaged through the fridge and closed the door. "Oh. Hi, again. Sorry, didn't see you there."

Will set the assortment of lunch meat, condiments and toppings down on the counter. He then half turned to face her. He pointed to everything he had laid out before him. "Want a sandwich?" Even though it had been a decade, he still remembered where everything was like it was yesterday. He took a couple steps to the left to grab a plate for himself and a glass. "I was thinking a double decker club sandwich myself." He spoke out loud to both himself and Aria. "But I also haven't eaten all day." He chuckled.