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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 Character Portrait: Penelope Cage Character Portrait: Theodore Grayson
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Well... William didn't get a single moment of shut eye. As he had done for many nights out of the week until his body crashed desperate for sleep, he stayed up combing satellite feeds, hero siting sites, and more for any signs of his parents. The Fantastic Four was one of the more famous groups of heroes to go missing. Their faces were well known worldwide. So, finding signs of their whereabouts would be easy enough, right? Hardly.

Will has just about consigned himself to bed, when J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice came in over his penthouse speakers. "Good morning, Mr. Richards."

"God, is it that time already?" Will asked groggily, as he rubbed his face.

"I'm afraid so, sir. Sub level 20. I'm sure you remember."

"Yes, thank you." With a sigh, he pushed off his desk, scooting out his chair. He rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed his face one again. Will yawned and finally managed to force himself to his feet. Training was important, he knew that. Especially when it came to a new group getting to know one another. He should have known better than to pull an all nighter. But he wouldn't have been able to sleep even if he wanted to. He had always struggled with insomnia but since his parents' disappearance, it's only seemed to have gotten worse.

He figured, if anything, a cold shower would wake him up. Will stripped down and hopped into the glacial water before he could talk himself out of it. It was terrible. But, at least it did what he wanted. Whatever sleepy haze had washed over him was gone in a flash. He made quick work of washing himself, not bothering to waste time on shaving. He was in and out within ten minutes.

Once dried off, William went over to his bags and pulled out his blue suit. It was nearly identical to his father's, only missing the iconic four. But after all, he was not part of the Fantastic Four. A sad smile crossed his face as he looked at the jumpsuit. His father had made it special for him, replicating his own suit so that William had something that adapted with him. He was thankful for that and it only made his worry for his parents that much stronger. He was scared that he'd never see them again, although he didn't dare let those doubts leave his lips. He didn't have room for that sort of negativity.

William was dressed in no time and in the elevator. When he stepped out into the locker room, he was surprised to see how many people were already there. It was strange for him not to be the first one there, but not in a bad way. He was hopeful that it was a good sign... That maybe something could go right with this unorthodox grouping of people.

As he exited, the adjacent elevator doors opened revealing another man that he wasn't familiar with... Or was he? Will's eyes squinted slightly, but he didn't say anything. There was something about the male that he couldn't quite put his finger on. And whatever train of thought he did have was quickly sidelined when he saw Lexa slap Aria's rear. It made him blink in slight shock, although he didn't comment. Will was so preoccupied with the new arrival that he hadn't noticed the daughter of Storm's attire. It was very revealing, but not in a bad way. Just in a make him tug at his collar and his heart race sort of way.

The new arrival cleared his throat to try and get everyone's attention. Introductions were up to him, at the moment, with the absence of Alfred and Phil. "Hey. Hi. I'm Theodore Grayson, Theo. Nightstar."

That's how I know him, Will nearly blurted out. He waited for Myla to introduce herself since she took the initiative to welcome Theo. And once she had stepped out of the way, Will approached him. "Long time no see." He offered Theo his hand in a friendly shake. "I thought you looked familiar but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I'm Will Richards, in case you don't remember. It's ok if you don't." He laughed and gave the guy a friendly pat on the back. "Welcome back. Glad to see you."

When he had finished reacquainting himself with Theo, Will made his way across the room towards Aria. He cleared his throat, just to alert her that he was there before he spoke. "Good morning." He gave her a warm, friendly smile. "I wasn't expecting to see this when I came down here." His right hand motioned towards her outfit. "You look good." Good was an understatement, but at the moment it was the best word his brain could come up with.






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It was the best night of sleep Zehara had gotten in months. She couldn't remember the last time she got to sleep in a decent bed and never, in her life, had she slept in a place as nice as the Academy. She had grown so used to nights in cars, airports or on the floor, that when she first laid down in the bed, she thought she might be swallowed by it. But when she came down from her rested euphoria, she felt a little guilty that she got to sleep like a King while people from the places she grew up were lucky to have something to separate themselves from the dirty ground. It was a culture shock to say the least.

As she sat up in bed, Zehara was surprised to see that she rose with the sun. Out the floor to ceiling windows in front of her, she had a stunning view of the bay and the sun peaking over the horizon. It was the first time she ever had a chance to sit back and just enjoy the beauty of mother earth. It didn't last long before J.A.R.V.I.S. chimed in, but even that small moment was surreal.

"Good morning, Ms. El Sayid. Your presence is requested on sub-level 20 for today's training. Please dress appropriately."

Zehara stretched and let out a big yawn. She didn't reply to the A.I. voice, just nodded her head in acknowledgement. She didn't want to get out of bed. Sure, she was fully rested, but she would have been content to spend all day laying in that mountain of fluff relaxing. Goddess knows she hasn't had a chance to relax in ages. Maybe even read a book. Oh, she was getting carried away. She'd only bring herself down thinking of if's and but's when the reality was nothing of the sort.

She gave the bed a soft pat, already looking forward to her next night in it, before she got to her feet. Zehara continued to stretch and yawn as she made her way into the shower. And like a cherry on top of the sundae, she was able to get the water to the perfect temperature... two degrees below boiling. Whatever stiffness she might have had melted away with the scalding water.

Somehow Zehara managed to lose track of time in the shower. She couldn't remember if she was told a specific time to be downstairs, but whether she was or not, she spent far too long in there. At this point she was late, no matter how much she did or did not rush. She wasn't going to bust her ass to shave off a minute or two.

Still wrapped in a towel, Zehara dug through her bag and found the best outfit she had for training. She never was the type to have some sort of clichΓ© supersuit. After all, she tried to lay low, not bring more attention to herself. Plus, in the end, she was her suit. Once she took on the form of the Cheetah, she'd be covered in fur from head to toe. At that point, clothing tended to get in the way. There never was a point in trying to figure out some costume. She had found an outfit that seemed to work and not get shred to shit when she transformed. That would suffice.

It always seemed that whenever you're running late, elevators take ten years to arrive. So, rather than wait around Zehara decided to take the stairs, occasionally skipping a flight or two. When she reached sub-level 20, she pushed through the doors. In her hurry, she didn't notice someone standing only a few feet in front of her. Before she knew it, Zehara had collided into the man. "Shit. I'm sorry." Her hands lightly took hold of his shoulders, helping steady him, hoping she didn't nearly knock him over.

Once they both were steady, Zehara released him and only to realize that it was a face she wasn't familiar with. Her left hand tucked her still damp locks behind her ear. "I didn't realize anyone else had arrived," she commented with her heavy Algerian accent. Her chest heaved slightly from her jaunt down the stairs. "Sorry," she apologized again, correcting herself. Zehara shook her head slightly before extending her hand. "I'm Zehara El Sayid."

Zehara could have wondered around and mingled with some of the others, but she wasn't really feeling up to being on Josiah duty just yet. It was still early in the day. She decided she'd rather linger around the new guy. After all, he was handsome. Not in some ungodly level of hotness that some of the men and women there seemed to have. A lot of them must have gotten the good genes. But it was an approachable attractiveness. Kind of boy next door cute. He had the face of a guy girls would settle down with, not fuck... Like that quiet one shrouded in black that she still didn't know the name of. He gave her other vibes.






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Jameson never slept well his first night in a new place. Maybe it was just because he was unfamiliar with it, or perhaps it was the demon always itching to get free. Honestly, he couldn't tell the difference anymore. The demon always seemed to stir a bit more whenever he was around new people. James had just learned to deal with it. He wondered if that's what it felt like in Josiah's head, having the different personalities wrestling around for a moment in the spotlight. They hadn't really gotten off on the right foot for him to feel comfortable enough to ask. And to be honest, he still didn't know how he felt about the guy.

Even though James had been awake for a couple of hours, he still laid in bed staring at the ceiling. His mind just mulling over everything that had transpired and the new people he agreed to work with. He hadn't made up his mind if it was the right decision to answer the call. But it seemed better than spending his time wondering about the country on the back of his bike. At least this way he was part of something bigger than himself. Maybe now he could finally do something that would make a difference.

"Good morning, Mr. Blaze," J.A.R.V.I.S. echoed throughout the penthouse, interrupting his train of thought. "Today's training will commence shortly on sub-level 20. You may wish to dress accordingly."

James groaned as he rolled over and pushed himself up to a sitting position with his right hand. "Thanks, J.A.R.V.I.S." he said through a yawn.

He sat there for a minute, his forearms resting on his knees as he stretched and cracked his neck. With a sigh, James stood up and dragged his feet toward the shower. He spent half of the time in there just letting the water pound against his back and loosen his muscles. He could have stayed in there all day. He didn't... But he could of. Most of his showers were quick in some grimey truck stop. It was nice to take one on his own terms, without Bubba and Jimmy trying to hurry him along.

Once he was sufficiently clean, James went and put on the only other clothes he had. Coincidentally, they were practically identical to the outfit he wore the day before. Life on the back of a bike didn't lend itself for an extensive wardrobe. But he didn't mind it. Of course, he wouldn't show up to training in some fancy suit or cape. Even if he didn't travel from coast to coast constantly, that still wasn't him.

But the one thing he did grab that he didn't have on yesterday was his chain. It didn't look like much, but it was capable of interesting things... for a chain at least. James was still learning everything that it was capable of, but he knew it could change in length and cut through nearly anything. He wrapped it around his torso a few times and secured it in place. He wasn't sure what training would entail or what he'd need. So, he just assumed he should go about it seriously... Even if wearing a chain looked a bit ridiculous.

As he went to leave, James caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror he couldn't help but think he looked like his dad. It was a conflicting feeling. On the one hand, he always looked up to his dad. But ever since he took over the mantle of Ghost Rider, his father wanted nothing to do with him. He felt like a disappointment, even though he did it for his family. That was the worst part of it all. It wasn't the demon inside him or the possibility of damnation, but the fact that his family disowned him after he sold his soul. There was no amount of good he could do that would fill that hole.

James pushed the thoughts away before they dragged him too far down and hopped onto the elevator. It didn't make it many floors down before the doors opened up to another penthouse. When he looked up he was surprised to see the face of a young lady he hadn't met before. He took a slight step to the side to make room for her but couldn't find anything to say. James was never the best when it came to socializing or filling the silence.

"Good morning," she said softly before quickly making herself at home as far from him as possible.

The doors shut and then there was awkward silence. James never thought he looked like the intimidating sort, but maybe he did? Could have been the leather... or the chain. He searched his brain for something to say. Anything to fill the silence, perhaps find out who this girl was. He slid his hands into his pockets as he pondered for a moment. "Did you get the message too?" he finally asked. Smooth. That wasn't vague or anything.





Once everyone had arrived on the training floor, Phil and Alfred finally joined them. "Good morning everyone. As you can see, two more people received the message and decided to join our initiative. So first, we'd like to welcome and thank Theo and Penelope." The pair motioned towards the two new arrivals, that no doubt everyone had already noticed.

"Since today is the first day of training, we decided to start with the basics as you all get acclimated to one another," Phil continued. "For those of you unfamiliar with the Academy's training facility, behind those doors is a large room that can become whatever environment we tell it. It is not some cheap hologram or illusion. While you're in there it will look, feel and smell real. Everything you experience is so real that it can even injure you. So, take it seriously because it can be deadly."

"You won't die in there," Alfred clarified.

"My point is, this simulation is not to be taken likely. The purpose of this is to treat every exercise like reality so that you all can learn to think on your toes, problem solve, and learn how to work together. Today's exercise is infiltration. Search and rescue. There are 50 hostages throughout a military base over 300 acres in size. It will be nightfall inside and you have until daybreak to free as many people as possible before they are executed."

No further directions were given. Alfred and Phil stepped aside as the doors opened to a cold, windy mountain top amidst a snow storm. Like most training exercises at the Academy, they were given little to no information. Just the basics. It's up to them to decide their course of action and how to handle the situation. They'd receive no help or guidance, only able to rely on each other to persevere.