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Descendant Academy

Descendant Academy

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An elite academy for the proteges of the universe's most powerful heroes... And villains.

PM if interested - Always open to adding awesome characters :D

26,451 readers have visited Descendant Academy since mjolnir created it.

Introduction

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C R E A T I O N . . .

It’s been many years since superheroes rose up to protect the Earth and its inhabitants. It all began with the creation of Captain America during WWII, and since then more heroes, and subsequently, villains, have made themselves known. Some heroes such as the Avengers and Justice League have made themselves known to society, whether that was desired or not. While others, like the X-men, have remained in hiding. Either way, the world is no longer in the dark about the existence of heroes or villains.

For decades, these heroes have courageously defended and protected the citizens of Earth, along with many other planets in the universe. Our reach in the galaxy has shortened due to the knowledge from some intergalactic heroes like Thor, Superman and the Guardians of the Galaxy. But the current reign of heroes have reached their end. Some have died in service, while others desire to hang up their cape and retire. Many of these heroes could not leave innocent people defenseless and in return decided to pass on their legacy to their children. These proteges have inherited their parents skills, abilities and powers, while also growing up watching and being trained by their parents.

Many of these children attended Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters during their younger years, up through High School. A good starting ground that helped these students learn how to hone their abilities, while also getting a proper education. Professor X always desires the best for his students, wanting them to have bright futures to pursue whatever they wish… Be that a hero or a lawyer.

Although Prof. X’s school was marvelous in many ways, some heroes still didn’t think it was enough for when another attack presents itself. So before throwing in the towel, Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark came together and funded the Descendant Academy. An elite, highly secretive facility that focused on the intense and vigorous training of the worlds finest heroes. Recruits were pulled from the most powerful and prestigious of proteges, only gaining entrance into the Academy if chosen. Bruce and Tony are highly selective about who joins the academy wanting uniquely useful and talented heroes to take up the reigns.

These Descendants come from all walks of life. Some are children of the most infamous and powerful heroes in the universe, some of simple human vigilantes and some… are even children of villains trying to get a clean slate for their family name. They all have been chosen to study, train and learn so that they can become the new saviors of the world.


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xxxxT H R E A T S . . .

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h y d r a x // x world-wide subversive organization

Hydra has been around as a looming threat since WWII when it was founded by a former Nazi commander. In short, their goal is global domination which is now expanding to most of the galaxy. Hydra has taken interest in current advances in intergalactic travel and their desire has expanded along with it. Their imminent threat involves the kidnapping and experimentation of enhanced individuals, brainwashing them to use them as weapons. But in their wake, they anhililate opposing forces, human and mutant, to achieve their goal. Eventually as part of their overarching domination, they intend to rid the galaxy of all enhanced.

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The Brotherhood of Mutants is a group dedicated to the cause of mutant superiority over humans. They embrace that their mutations or evolutionary, and that they deserve to rise about homo sapiens. Their goal is to either eradicating humanity, or subjugating it. This group was founded, and still ran, by Magneto. Unlike Hydra, they do not attempt to take any enhanced against their will, but recruit them for ’the greater good.’ They don’t target other mutants, but if they get in the way, the Brotherhood has no qualms with taking them out.


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xxxxD E S C E N D A N T S . . .

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xxxG W E N x Q U E E N - L A N C Exxxx p r o t e g e x o f x b l a c k x c a n a r y x

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t a k e nx // xMoonlightWraith
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R U L E S

I apologize in advance for the weird and somewhat excessive rules I have. This is my second attempt at this RP. The first lasted a fairly long while, but I let wayyyy too many people in and it subsequently hurt the RP’s duration. I really want this to last awhile. So, this is my way of trying to weed out the flakey and non-loyal people to get something truly awesome. If you have question, concerns, complaints or think I’m horrible because of this, feel free to PM me lol. Also passwords will be sprinkled throughout the rules.

Returning RPers & friends x // x Just because you were in the original does not guarantee you a spot in the reboot. Same goes for people I know on here. This is nothing personal, I still think you all are awesome and don’t want to offend or hurt anyone’s feelings. I’m just being highly selective about who I let in. i.e. people who can post once a week, 500+ words, etc.

I will not accept any WIPs x // x In the past, once I accept a CS even if it is a WIP, people tend to not finish the CS then. So, I will wait until it is completely finished to accept it. Also, for those of us who have multiple characters, you can ONLY post for completed characters, WIPs cannot be in a post. Password 1: Who founded the Descendants Academy?

Reservations x // x Not on a first come, first serve basis. I reserve the right to decline characters and all roles are competitive. If you’re wanting to request a reservation, it will be a slightly different process compared to most RPs. I will not be acknowledging OOC reservations. They all should be submitted by PM, but that doesn’t mean we can’t chat and goof off in the general OOC :p Reservations should include : passwords, real FC & parentage.

Writers x // x My goal is no more than 10 writers. This has a potential to fluctuate, but I’m holding pretty firm to 10. I don’t want to let in too many people to the point where this gets bogged down. The more writer’s usually the quicker an RP dies. Also, no matter how far into this RP we are, if you’re interested in joining, contact me. There’s a possibility someone dipped, or we’re looking for more characters. Password 2 : Which superhero or villain would you want to go on a date with?

You have 3 days to get a WIP submitted x // x Once I’ve given you the green light for a character, you need to have a WIP submitted within 3 days. This could literally have nothing on the CS, and I won't accept it but I don't want to keep a reservation forever and then the CS is never made. Also, you have a week to finish the CS, unless you speak with me and we discuss an extension.

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• Ages from 21-35. I want to avoid the stereotypical bunch of teenagers. These descendants are at their peak physicality and age. I want them mature (relatively speaking) adults, like past superheroes when they were in their prime. I’m willing to allow for characters older than this range, but if you want to go younger the chances I will say no, but you can try to run it past me and we can talk about it.

• One superhero/villain per descendant. I don’t want people mixing the pot to get hybrid children and a mix of powers. There are some exceptions, but those can be discussed via PM. I know I allowed it last time, but not this time. So, keep it to one “special” parent and the other is an average Joe. They can be a comic book character but not a hero or villain (i.e. Pepper Pots or Jane Foster) Password 3 : How frequently are you online and post?

• One Descendant per hero/villain. I “might” be willing to allow exceptions but since this academy seeks out unique and powerful proteges it wouldn’t make sense for there to be two superman descendants. Again, everything is negotiable in PMs.

• All powers and abilities are inherited from the dominant parent. Descendants cannot develop new abilities that the parent did not already possess.

You CAN however have as many characters as you can handle x // x Alternate genders to keep everything fairly balance. Also do not monopolize all the super powerful or super popular heroes or villains. Keep this diverse. The best ones are the characters that are underrated, or overlooked. Password 4 : On average, what's your post word count? Current, not necessarily what the site says.

Gettin’ the boot x // x If you’re MIA from OOC or posting for over a week, I will send you a warning PM about needing to post. But, if you’re stalling the RP for too long, I will talk with the other writers and we’ll either : write out, kill or move past your character. I don’t like kicking people, but if you disappear or whatever it will happen. If you’re going to be gone or going through something just let me know. Life happens and we can talk about it.

OOCs x // x I will have a decent amount of OOC boards for penthouses, NPCs, relations, etc. I’d appreciate leaving the conversations for the main OOC so we don’t clutter the other boards with stuff that isn’t relevant to it.

General Rules x // x Violence, adult language and adult situations will happen so if you cannot handle that you may not want to join. I encourage romance, it’s fun and we all enjoy complicated romance stories. Kissing and what not is fine, but when this get handsy... or naked. Just fade to black, and have your characters imply it later or whatever. We have imaginations, plus site rules and stuff :p Don’t control someone else’s character without their ok, this includes their NPCs. Also this meant to be fun so please no OOC fighting. Any issues can be directed through me and I'll handle it :)


The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 19 authors

5 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Conrad Wagner
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ImageHer job done, Petra backed away, retreating to a corner where hopefully no one would bother her further. Suddenly exhausted - the combination of being awoken after only three hours of sleep, the exertion of the simulation, and the interaction with her classmates - she wanted nothing more than to return to bed, or maybe grab breakfast, then pass out at the table. Still, after talking to Ross, she felt oddly lonely now that his attention was elsewhere.

Spotting Tobias at the far end of the lounge, she approached him, wondering if he was in a chatty mood. Probably not - seems to be a family trait, now that I think of it - but he was family anyway, and she knew that he was the one person who wouldn't leave her behind or drop her once he got bored. Regardless of his less-than-noble parentage, he had a good heart. At least Petra could trust him.

"Hello," she greeted, stopping a foot away from him. "How'd you find the simulation? They've got themselves in a bit of a tizzy there; very realistic simulation Mycroft's put up. Are they setting us up for something?"

She still couldn't find it in herself to call him uncle. At least he wouldn't be too concerned about titles. Tobias was a little more predictable than he thought he was.


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Image"As long as I can see where I'm going, I can get us there. Just be prepared to fire once we're there. We won't have a lot of time before they signal the alarm. I know my ability makes it difficult for huma-" Conrad's mouth snapped closed, likely having realised the implications of his words. Riley smiled ruefully - unfortunately he could not say that this was the first time he'd heard anything of the sort, although coming from Conrad he could forgive his friend a little more readily.

"That's alright, Conrad. We can - yeah, we can go now." If Riley's grip was a little tighter on Conrad this time around, his partner said nothing.

They phased into the room, Riley appearing almost nose-to-nose with one of the guards. They were in too close range for Riley to use his bow, so instead he hit the guard in the jaw, returning his bow to its magnetic holder on his back as he did so. Throwing himself forward so he was practically kneeling over the guard as he landed, so he threw in a few punches of his own, knocking the guard unconscious in no time at all.

Noting that Conrad had taken out the other two, Riley got to his feet, looking around to ensure there weren't any more guards coming for them. Once confirming they were safe, he returned Conrad's thumbs up with a tentative grin, and his partner grabbed the envelope from inside its enclosure.

"I don't even care about alcohol, I just want my bed. Get us out of here." Riley blinked, and they were back in the academy. Already a number of students were back, the simulation appearing to have taken its toll on them. Riley backed away from the crowd, a little less worried than Conrad was. Wren would be alright - she was a tough bird.

Turning away, he spotted Frankie exiting her simulation. "Heya, Frankie. I'm not sure, I just got back myself. You and Nathaniel make it alright?"

11 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: T'Chioke Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Jaxon Storm Character Portrait: Xavier Strange
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"Oy, ya prick. She's got healin' abilities. What er ya freakin' out fer?"

Before the Scotsman had replied, he rubbed both eyes and gave a soft yawn. Maybe the mirror realm allowed him to complete the exercise in the bat of a lash, but with the bone-chilling cold and musty smell of the base, how was Ross still tired?

"Dude, wake up." Jack chuckled. "The healing abilities are precisely why I'm freaking out. She could heal over it, and then she'll have glass trapped underneath her skin. Didn't they teach you basic anatomy in primary school?"

While he said this, Petra Maximoff approached the scene. With Caitria's suggestion, she had graciously offered to telekinetically remove the remaining glass from Wren's skin. Well, maybe not graciously. Petra was a bit of an icewoman. Cold and conscientious - far from the warm scarlet that made up her hair, lipstick, and lineage. He felt bad for Xavier. A little twinkle had shone in his eyes when he past an injured Wren, but he'd shied away from the challenge once Petra stepped up to the plate. Jack felt that in the academy and on the silver screen, Xavier's quirky genius was often overlooked.

"Hold up a minute... ya call her 'Wrenpool'?" Ross laughed weakly, patting Jack on the back. He was still in a crouched position, right by his partner's side.

"And I call you Mirror Master. We've been over this."

"Ya need to work on yer nicknames... They suck."

"That's the point, Captain Obvious." Jack deadpanned. Ross had taken a dig at his pride.

Suddenly, he sensed a jolt of warmth. As Wren squeezed his hand, he felt her tender skin, bones, blood vessels, and everything inbetween. After trudging through that monstrous snowstorm, she was still heated, still crackling with vigor. He even heard her fluttering heartbeat. His own heart practically pounded out of his chest.

"All better now, worry wart," she said, shard-free. Petra completed the job in less than two seconds. She'd be thanked later.

"Good," he smirked, getting back on his feet. He grabbed the manilla envelope, tucking it under his arm."So next time, when you're slicing and dicing and unpinning grenades on an entire army of murderous Hydra bastards, don't do it alone. See ya around, crazy girl." And with that, he left her. But not before shooting Wren a flirtatious wink.

A pep in his step, he sifted through the crowd of students until his buddy, Jaxon, was found. Yet again Xavier appeared, this time sipping a cup of coffee in the seat next to him. "Sup, Hot Stuff?" Jack extended his arm forward for a high-five. His friend looked just as lively as ever, like he'd barely broken a sweat inside the simulation. "How'd you do? I'm sure the snow wasn't a problem." Turning to the protege of Doctor Strange, Jack gave a snarky expression. "He didn't cause any trouble, did he?" His thumb pointed to Jaxon, almost drumming into his nose. He saw Xavier walk into the simulation with him just before leaving with Wren, so clearly they had partnered up. "I know he's not the most tempered of people. Sometimes I like to keep a fire hydrant with me so he doesn't burn down the whole building...You should see him drunk."

Jack pressed an elbow into his friend's shoulder. He liked to poke and prod, but it was all in the name of good fun. "Hopefully the mentors aren't keeping us here too long. I dunno about you, but that goddamn simulation left me famished and tired. I could go for some breakfast right now. If you're not jumping into bed right away, you can come up to my penthouse and I'll make some eggs benedict, Hell's Kitchen style. You're invited too, Strange," he flexed his brows at Xavier. Might as well make it a party.

"Maybe I'll text Ross and Conrad. See if they're up for it..."

"Not without a phone you won't!"

Behind him, Phoebe slapped his silver device back into his palm. That's right...He'd left his Iphone behind, in her hands, before entering the simulation. Tightly, she wrapped his earbuds around his neck, as though tying a noose. "Woah! What's your problem, Princess?"

Taking a step back, she crossed her arms and gave a sharp glare. In all his years of knowing her, he'd never seen such a prickly expression on her face. Not even in battle.

"Why don't you ask Wren Wilson, since she's your new partner now."

Her words came out colder than Stark's simulated snow. Seriously? That's why she was furious? Because of a choice he made for a stupid assignment? The Devil of Hell's Kitchen scoffed as she strutted away. He was going to invite her over for breakfast, but now shuddered at the idea. His head shook at Jaxon. "Girls. Am I right?" Then Jack clicked his phone back to life and was greeted with a curious surprise: an updated lock screen wallpaper. More specifically, an agitated Phoebe posing with her new partner.

And who was he? Why, none other than the Prince of Wakanda.




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Before returning Jack's phone in a vexed fashion, Phoebe listened to T'Chioke's words, struck by their meaning.

“Sacrifice," he answered. It was a simple sentence backed by a more complex cadence. "Everything you do is for the people of your country. You don’t get to think about yourself when you have thousands depending on you. It can be like walking through a minefield at times. If you make a wrong step, you not only hurt yourself, but the people counting on you. Not very inspiring, but ruling a nation isn’t something anyone can do.”

She watched as the Black Panther's vibranium claws cut effortlessly through the thick glass, as though it were made of butter. With a push, the dismantled chunk of wall hit the ground with a loud crash. Guards would be coming any minute.

“Let’s get out of here.” T'Chioke pressed, tucking the envelope into his suit. Phoebe nodded and quickly followed him through the door. She wanted nothing more than to complete the mission and get out of that sweaty Hydra uniform. Nasty smell aside, she felt gross wearing it.

Once they entered the elevator, her thumb ticked the button to the ground floor. She leaned
against the back wall, somewhat drained. Phoebe tried to think up an intelligent response to his statement, but her mind whirred along with the metal contraption, rehashing harsh memories and expectations. Sacrifice...she knew the definition of that word all too well.

"My mother wants me to rule Paradise Island," she exhaled, eyes downturned. "After I graduate. She wants me to reclaim the throne with her and keep Themyscira at peace while she works with the Justice League. That's why I'm training here."

She didn't know why she was telling him such an important insecurity. Jack didn't even know yet. But T'Chioke would listen, he seemed to be the type to care. And above all else, it felt good to release the truth.

"I know what it's like to take a wrong step. Or rather, no steps at all. It leads to the same result, the same disappointment you speak of. I'm not ready to be a ruler. I don't know if I'll ever be ready. Not because I can't handle it, but because I don't want the power."

The doors opened and the passageway was clear. It was a steady, surprisingly easy walk back to the forest. The sun hung low in the sky. They'd be the last ones to finish the simulation, but at least they hadn't set off any alarms. Slow and steady usually wins the race. It might do wonders for their grades.

"To put a long story short, I learned something important after meeting the current queen of Themyscira," she continued once they were in line with the safety of the evergreens. "Those who seek power are least deserving of it. My mother always used to tell me that...titles and superpowers and money don't matter - it's what we do that defines us. I'm terrified of becoming the new queen. I don't want to make a wrong step, or no steps at all. I don't want to see myself become a villain."

She gave him a knowing glance, as if to inform him that information would remain a secret. She didn't need the entire academy learning of her future fears.

Once panther and princess reached the top of the hill, the world around them began to shapeshift into a dull, fifty by fifty-foot room. Mycroft and Coulson sat before an ensemble of monitors. Once they revealed their comments, Phoebe unbuttoned and unzipped the Hydra uniform, casting it onto the floor.

"Good job! I really appreciate your willingness to partner with me, T'Chioke. I didn't think anyone would." She sheathed her sword and gave him a quick hug. He deserved it. "Thank you so much for your help...your advice. Means a lot to me. Talk to you again soon?" she asked while exiting the room, a merry smile adorning her face. She hoped with all her heart he'd say 'yes'.


Afterwards, Phoebe propped herself against the hallway's edge, as far away from Jack Murdock as possible. She wasn't mad by the fact he'd partnered with Wren Wilson. Rather, she found it rude he'd left her stranded after seemingly giving off an impression of companionship. They had been a team many times before. He could've let her know before breaking tradition.

Yet she immediately regretted her coldness upon reuniting with him. Perhaps she'd apologize later. Jack was her best friend, after all. He was like an older brother. A test wasn't worth the jeopardization of their relationship. Placing her shield and lasso on the ground, Phoebe crossed both arms and languidly stared at the pool of students. She still felt like a stranger in this academy, even though she knew most peoples' names now. It took her a while before noticing Magneto Jr. nearby, pursing his lips in indifference. Odd - even after the assessment, his helmet wasn't back in his possession. It wasn't on the ground or in his hands. Perhaps the mentors forgot to return it? If he didn't have it by the time they were free to leave, she'd remind Mycroft.

Picking up her Themysciran treasures again, she left the wall as soon as Petra approached, crossing over to Frankie and Riley. At least she didn't feel like a stranger with them. "Hey!" Phoebe smiled. While listening to what Frankie had to say about Nathaniel, her mind wandered. Everyone still had their envelopes, which, according to the mentors, were to be left unopened. What on earth was inside them? Since they hadn't been confiscated, perhaps they each held something pertaining to the students. Hopefully the truth would be revealed in time...

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"If the guards are getting heavier the farther down we go... I'm betting this thing is on the bottom floor." Nathaniel nodded in agreement as Frankie made her way over to him. "I think we should just try to take the stairs all the way down, or it'll take us forever to reach it." He didn’t give a response. It’s not like it was necessary anyways. He simply followed her lead towards the staircase. They stopped for a moment and she thanked him for being concerned. Nathaniel nodded his head with a smile under his mask. ”No problem.”

They moved down the stair case rather swiftly. Frankie went down first taking care of the security cameras and most of the guards. Nathaniel just took care of the few stragglers here and there. It didn’t take long for them to reach the bottom or for them to take care of the few guards that were left. Nathaniel couldn’t help but give a faint laugh over the two guards struggling in their web cocoons.

Frankie startled Nathaniel when she ran up to him and dug through a pocket of his utility belt. It was a good thing he had his mask on. She pulled out the keycard and went to the door to unlock it and fetch the envelope. "Let's get out of here before more guards show up." She was sprinting out of the building before he even had a chance to respond. He simply just followed behind and got out of there as fast as possible. A couple of guards were left in the woods but it didn't take long for them to exit the simulation with the envelope.

It seemed they were one of the first groups to finish. He didn't expect it to be over so quickly but they did work well together. Though it did bug Nathaniel a bit over how easy it seemed. Like there was some sort of catch. He could've just been over thinking it but it was at the back of his mind regardless. More people were exiting the simulations ruining Nathaniel's chance to let Frankie know how well she did. He'd wait for a better time when there were less people around. Instead he lurked towards the shadows with his arms folded across his chest watching more people pile in.

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Laying on the ground, drained of energy, Jaxon watched as Xavier appeared and hovered his hands above his chest. In an instant, he felt completely rejuvenated. Xavier must have used some if his magic to give him an energy boost. He smiled at his friend as he took the hand he offered.

With a wave of his hand, he blew off Xavier's comments about thinking before acting. Jaxon knew he had to learn to be less impulsive, but it wouldn't be an easy feat to accomplish. He followed Xavier through the portal he had created into sub-level 23. The mentors informed them both that they were supposed to wait here until everyone was finished with the simulation. If he had still been tired, he would have been pissed about this information, but that boost Xavier gave him had him feeling like the energizer bunny.

Happily taking the steaming cup of coffee from Xavier, he took a large sip of the hot beverage. He was going to be really hyper today. Looking at his friend in the seat beside him he answered, "Yeah, we kicked some major ass." This time he chugged the rest of the coffee until the cup was empty. "And I know man, I have no patience. You'll have to help me work on it."

Jaxon's eyes drifted towards Ja’zmyn as she grabbed a cup of coffee. Is every woman at the academy smoking' hot? He called out to her. "Yo Jazzy! Your looking fine today." Grinning mischievously he gave her two thumbs up before turning his attention to Jack, who had came over to him.

He gave Jack a high five and got up to throw the cup away. When he returned he responded with, "I did awesome, as always. Xavier saved my ass though, wouldn't have been able to do it without him." Jaxon nodded at the man he was speaking of.

Jack almost shoved his thumb up Jaxon's nose when he pointed to him. It might bother some people, but Jaxon had spent so much time with the devil that he was used to it. He laughed at Murdock's mention of being drunk. That was most definitely true, crazy shit happened when he was intoxicated.

"No bed for me. I'm wide awake now that Xavier used his fancy magic to give me some energy." He winked at Xavier. "Breakfast sounds good. Xavier thinks so too. Right, buddy?" The more people the merrier, in his mind.

That was when a very pissed off Phoebe walked over to Jack. Jaxon knew when to stay out of things and this was one of those times. For once, he managed to keep his mouth shut, even after Murdock's last comment. He only nodded his head in agreement. Then, because he could, he yelled at Riley from across the room. "Riley! Breakfast in the devil's kitchen after we get out of here! " He didn't think Jack would mind if he invited another person.

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Lilith scrutunized Andrew's face, before nodding in response to his statement and looking past his shoulder. "Okay," she said. Just take five if you need it. Seriously, you've done more than enough."

Andrew was hesitant to agree to Lilith's proposal - not because he thought Lilith's skills with insufficient, but because he didn't just want to be sitting around on an assignment. Eventually, though, he nodded briskly.

After fidgeting for a minute, Andrew decided to go back into the game - after all, it would definitely speed things up if he pitched in.

As Andrew fought off a few measly soldiers while struggling to contain his beast form, he thought back to when he had saved Lilith. Now that he was thinking about it, she probably could've saved herself. After all, she was Poison Ivy's daughter. It wasn't wise to underestimate her.

Of course, Andrew being Andrew, it was impossible for him to think up any logical answer when he was in the zone. His protective and emotionally-driven personality prevented that.

"Andrew?" the brunette man turned his head at the call. "You still standing?" Andrew could tell that Lilith was close by and headed in the direction of her voice.

"Yeah, still here!" he responded. The two met up quickly.

"Let's get out of here," Lilith said. Andrew nodded in agreement as the two headed back to the academy.

Andrew let out a sigh of relief as he headed out the simulation doors. "Yes," he breathed. Being the son of Toxin, Andrew had a high heat resistance, but the other side of the spectrum wasn't on par with that.

Before Andrew could head over to the lounge, Lilith grabbed his arm, catching his attention. "I'm sorry," she said immediately. "I know your initial strategy was a stealth approach but I didn't want to be some damsel that couldn't even find her way into the base. I also realize my method was worse for that whole damsel factor, but my intentions were never to make you uncomfortable. So sorry to put you through that. I’ll try stay out of your hair in team activities." She curved her lips up into a half-smile.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Andrew rushed to reassure the blonde. "I've never been one for strict plans anyway; a lot of factors can change out there in the field, so I prefer to think on my feet. You didn't make me uncomfortable, and I have nothing against your approach to the situation - after all, we still passed, didn't we?" Andrew beamed. "I'm just the type of person who'd act impulsively, so sorry if I messed up your plans in turn. But if you want, I'd really have no problem partnering up with you again!"

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Tobias nodded towards Thaleia rather civilly as the two started hopping their way around the dead bodies on the ground, heading towards the lift. Both brunettes stayed silent on the way up, making no move to acknowledge each other's presence. Although Thaleia was sure she could've succeeded in the assignment by herself, there was no harm in teaming up with someone as powerful as Tobias Lehnsherr.

When they approached the simulation doors once again, Tobias stood aside and let Thaleia go first. What a gentleman, Thaleia thought sarcastically, although there was a hint of truth to it. The petite brunette nearly gave Mycroft the finger on reflex as he ordered the two to go to the lounge, but restrained herself at the last moment. She caught sight of Tobias rolling his eyes at Mycroft - justifiable, considering that the older man took away the younger's Magneto helmet.

(Thaleia's father would call that a serious offense in the anti-hero world - or any world, to be honest.)

Thaleia's gaze drifted around the lounge, before landing on the oh-so-pampered Wren Wilson. Jack Murdock was losing his cool - at least in Thaleia's eyes.

"...the fuck?" Thaleia muttered relatively quietly, although she made no move to be discreet. "Wilson could grow a second arm if she wanted to, for fuck's sake." Thaleia rolled her eyes, muttering a few obscenities and how ridiculous the situation was.

Thaleia retreated to her own little corner of the room, checking her ammunition as she flipped her gun in the air nonchalantly. As she did so, she let her blue-green eyes wander around the room once again. Well, look at that. Apparently, everybody was a morning bird and was having fun chatting with their friends or something stupid like that.

I'm not jealous, Thaleia told herself bitterly. No matter what anybody wanted to say about it, Thaleia was the true loner of Descendant Academy. Some could argue that Tobias was in the same position as her, but that really wasn't the case. Everybody avoided Thaleia because in all honesty, she was an unfriendly ice queen. Mr. Son of Magneto, on the other hand, was merely antisocial because his daddy was a villain and everybody thought he was just another one of his father. But really, most people were accepting of him. Or some shit like that.

(Maybe, the devil on Thaleia's shoulder taunted, everybody likes him 'cause he's actually nice!)

As she thought that, Thaleia noticed Petra approaching Tobias out of the corner of her eye. Fair point.

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"Yeh, just hold on." Astrid nodded and watched him consult his bag. Her eyes washed over the tail end scene around Wren and smiled slightly. Not because it was good to see her in pain or anything but the whole crowding aspect in general.

Pretty quickly Ross returned and her attention shifted back on him. "I got somethin' better," he said.
“Wha - Ross!”
She growled at him being unguaraded for the tiny burst of pain. Quicker than a band aid it was out and attached to the magnet and equally as quick she collected herself once again. “Thank you. I meant thank you.” It didn’t matter if she disapproved and wanted to do it herself, she still had manners and courtesy for a more impulsive helpful friend. Lesson learned not to ask though.

She rolled out her shoulder testing its mobility and pain tolerance. "Sorry. But yeh would only do more damage doin' it yerself," he justified then gave her the bullet.
“I could have been the judge of that,” she commented.
"I suggest getting that stitched up with some ointment... Er rub some dirt in it like you tough people do."
She rose both her brows towards him before she grew an inevitable grin, even when she didn’t want to be smiling at him after the stunt he pulled. “Thank you for your wisdom, doctor. Now if anything happens to me you’ll be accountable,” she teased. “Not only for your advice but your involvement,” she said, a little more 'pay heed to my warning' undertone in her voice and words.

She nodded once again to him and found her own space figuring others wanted their bed and were in too sour head space to be sociable. That or just too exhausted or angry at getting shot at around 3 in the morning.

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She rose her brows gently and blinked relatively stunned at the response she was receiving from Andrew. He wasn’t going to snap at her or even admit it was a faulty move that jeopardize bringing his nasty alter ego out? It took longer than usual for her to actually wrap her head around him claiming it was okay and appearing to mean it. Add the additional fact that he was the sweetest guy that had a monster lurking in him... “Now I feel worse,” she said in a mutter. “Surely you're not this forgiving to everyone?” she asked, evidently more hopeful than inquiring. The reality was not everyone was deserving of it. Lilith wasn't even at times. In this case she was genuinely sorry and concerned about what Andrew may have had to repress back in there, but even she could see the manipulative and cunning villain she could be sometimes that would stomp all over his generosity. As it was however, she felt somewhat in debt to him for saving her backside so she wouldn't be betraying him any day soon.
“I can comfortably say you ruined no plan of mine,” she assured.

Lilith smiled and waved him on to what had transformed to the waiting room as others finished off their simulations and awaited instructions from Mycroft and Phil. Lilith crossed her arms to keep the heat in her body and made a mental note to never underestimate the beauty and joy of warmth again and next time anyone announced come prepared for battle, to rug up. And if it was somewhere hot she could lose layers.

“Lil, you alright?”
The sister of the academy called gently.
Lilith turned to her and offered a reassuring smile. “Just defrosting. I'm unscathed.” She nodded towards Andrew as Lilith stood by Astrid. “He had my back, and I like to think I had his.” Lilith laughed lightly. “What about you?” Her eyes scanned over her and rested on the small entry wound.
Astrid dismissed it with a flourish of her hand. “It's fine. The sim was a little...challenging but I got through it evidently.”
Lilith pursed her lips and nodded. She definitely wouldn't be able to do solo in that fortress of hostiles with arms and that freezing environment. Above all, Astrid wasn't even a meta. “You should be proud you pulled up in one piece.”
Astrid winced but replied with a short, “thanks.”

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"Good," Jack said as he moved to his feet, tucking the envelope under his arm. "So next time, when you're slicing and dicing and unpinning grenades on an entire army of murderous Hydra bastards, don't do it alone. See ya around, crazy girl." He then winked at her before he went to walk away.

Wren quickly sat up, reaching her hand out to snatch the envelope from under his arm as he departed. "I don't trust steamy over there around our envelope." Her gaze drifts over to Jaxon, whom she raises a suggestive brow towards. Partially because he's attractive, but mostly because... Well, maybe to make Jack a teeny bit jealous. "His blood runs too hot."

She slunk back into her seat, holding the envelope to her chest. With a sigh, Wren gazed around at the other students. Most of whom were already congregating around their friends. Funny. She always knew she was off putting, and an acquired taste... But sometimes it surprised even her when, more often than not, she was left to her own devises. Whatever. It's not like she was there to make friends anyways.

Finally, her focus landed on Caitria who was over in her own world. Somehow easy to over look when she wasn't running about or whatever. Wren scooted closer to her slightly. "So... How long did it take you this time? 20... Maybe 30 seconds?" She smirked slightly, leaning back against the wall. "You're getting slowwww..." she teased with a slight sing in her voice.

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Tobias tapped his fingers along his arms as they were crossed over his chest. His right hand raised to pinch the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. It seemed like everyone was there, so why were they standing around? For the first time... in awhile, he was actually tired. He probably could have even managed to doze off slightly where he stood, leaning back against the wall. But he heard someone approaching which caused him to open his eyes, finding Petra standing before him.

He gave a slight sideways smile towards her as she walked up to him. "Hello."

"Morning," he said, furrowing his brows. "Or... I don't know, whatever hour it is." He gave a weak grumble of a chuckled as he ran his hand back through his hair.

"How'd you find the simulation? They've got themselves in a bit of a tizzy there; very realistic simulation Mycroft's put up. Are they setting us up for something?"

Tobias slipped his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Went without a hitch. Thaleia is a formidable partner. Wasn't really expecting anyone to ask to team up with me." His gaze fell to his feet slightly as he sighed, before commenting upon her second question. "Well... Besides the Brotherhood, Hydra is still a threat. They just want to end all of us 'supers'... Or enslave us. If I had to guess the next simulation would be similar but focused on the Brotherhood." He shrugged. "Suppose it's designed so we know our enemies."

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Frankie stood towards the back end of the lounge. Her gaze drifted over to Nathaniel, who stood alone. But just as she was about to walk over towards him, Riley walked on over to her. She smiled happily, seeing that her best friend looked all in one piece. "Heya, Frankie. I'm not sure, I just got back myself. You and Nathaniel make it alright?"

Her hand waved towards Phoebe as she approached as well. "Hey!"

Frankie smiled towards Phoebe and then nodded her head to Riley, cupping her hands before her. "Oh, yeah." Her gaze drifted over to Nathaniel slightly. "Nathaniel is very skilled... We got through without killing any guards, or setting off the alarms." She brushed loose curls behind her ear. "How was working with Conrad and T'Chioke?"

Once Frankie asked, she pursed her lips slightly. Her left hand reached out to take Riley's upper arm. "Sorry about that... Not picking you. I wasn't thinking. I was distracted by attractive men." A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she playfully nudged. "Of course, you'd be the only man in my life if I was your type." She giggled. Of course, she wasn't going to say anything more than that. Riley's sexuality was not something for her to speak about openly. It wasn't her secret to share. But simply said, she isn't his type. As to the implications of that... It could simply be because she's blonde.

"Next time, promise." Frankie draped her arm across Riley's shoulders.

"Riley! Breakfast in the devil's kitchen after we get out of here!"

Frankie scoffed, rolling her eyes slightly. "Guess us women aren't invited. Typical." She pursed her lips, shaking her head towards Phoebe. "Whatever... Guys suck anyways," she said sarcastically. "Well... Not all of them." She bumped Riley with her hip, but her gaze drifted over to Nathaniel briefly, before quickly looking back towards her current company.

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Of course, Astrid didn't seem like she appreciated Ross' intervention in taking out the bullet. No surprise there. He figured that would happen. But, in all honesty, if the stubborn brunette wanted to believe it or not, it's easier if someone else took care of it. So, Ross would deal with the evil sideways glances.

“Thank you for your wisdom, doctor. Now if anything happens to me you’ll be accountable. Not only for your advice but your involvement,” Astrid said with a warning undertone.

Ross rolled his eyes slightly. "Whatever yeh say, ma'am." He shook his head playfully, before leaving the 'intimidating' Rogers to herself. She'd be fine. He trudged his way over to an open seat next to Wren Wilson. He sighed, slinking down on the seat, resting his head back against the wall. He raised his hands to rub his face, the grogginess really starting to kick in. When he finally moved his hands from his face and opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on Petra... But only for a moment before a bald and annoying Mycroft stepped in the way to address everyone.

***

Alfred, Phil and Mycroft finally entered the lobby with clip boards in hand. Mycroft cleared his throat to get the attention of the students. But before he had a chance to speak up, Alfred stepped forward. "Well done everyone. Each one of you has completed the simulation by passing standards. It was nice to see some of you even take advantage of team work —"

"Yes, yes," Mycroft interrupted. "Passing standards hardly, but that is a technicality that I will let slip. You all are alive... And have your envelopes, so I won't knit pick."

By the look on Mycroft's face, he had half a mind to fail some of them but the nice thing about a group of mentors was sometimes his sunny disposition was out voted. And in this case, it looked like Phil and Alfred out voted his disagreements. Phil took a stepped forward, motioning his hand towards the students. "You all may now open your envelopes."

Wren ripped open the lip of the large envelope, and stuck her hand inside. She pulled out a piece of paper, it was thick, on a heavier stock. When she flipped it over, she shot up to her feet. "Are you fucking kidding me!? We went through all of that... For a fucking ball!?"

Alfred moved towards Wren with his hands held out in a slight attempt to calm her. "Please, Ms. Wilson. If you'd calm down, we will explain."

He then looked towards the rest of the students. "Tomorrow evening Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark and Descendant Academy are holding a gala. Many important people will be present to donate to our foundation, but more importantly... Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross will also be there. He among other members of the U.N. will be present. They are attempting to get our Academy shut down or put under military control to be used as a weapon for the U.N.. Similar to the same issues the Avengers encountered following the events of Sokovia."

Mycroft slipped his clipboard under his arm. "I argued against letting the lot of you even be inside the tower during the gala. After all, we need to impress these people. Prove that we do not need government control. But Mr. Wayne and Stark have different ideas."

Phil cupped his hands before him. "They believe that if our students are present and show how well mannered, well behaved and disciplined they are, that it will give us the footing we need to dispute their attempts at containing us."

"Which I know you all aren't. You all are as well behaved as circus clowns." Mycroft said, cold and emotionless. Per usual. "So, you all will go. And if you put a single toe out of order... Not only will you be removed from the gala, you will most likely be removed from the academy as well. Your actions tomorrow night will not only reflect upon yourselves and this academy, but upon your parents as well. If you cannot act like civilized adults, then the worlds defenders will become puppets on strings."

Alfred and Phil both shifted, apparent that they did not agree with Mycroft's brutal honesty or coldness. Alfred gives a halfhearted smile. "We all want you to enjoy yourselves. Socialize, meet some of our benefactors... Dance, take a date. Have fun, just be civilized. We think you all are wonderful and have great potential to do amazing things for the world. We just need to prove it to Secretary Ross and the U.N."

With nothing more to say, the mentors headed towards the elevators. "You're dismissed. We will resume training the morning after the Gala,"[/color] Phil added as the departed.

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Wren stared down at the Gala invitation. She was furious. She knew it was a training exercise and that most likely whatever was in the envelope was a joke anyways. But this was lower than that. It was like throwing battery acid in a wound. She had half a mind to tear it up and leave it in shreds on the floor. Instead he shoved and beelined her way through her classmates to Jack. With probably more force than was necessary, she slammed the invitation against his chest. "Here. You can fucking have it... I can barely stomach looking at it."

She felt no need to stick around there anymore. Everyone was chatting and making plans for what to do after the simulation, and as far as Wren could tell, she wasn't invited. She walked down the hallway, practically clawing at her suit as she unzip the upper portion. She felt like she was suffocating and her temper didn't help. With a glance down she could see all the wounds in her abdomen more clearly as they healed. Even her sports bra was a lovely shade of blood from earlier.

Instead of having to get in the elevator with the mentors, Wren diverted right and threw open the door to the stair case. It was a long way up, but it wasn't like she got fatigued like everyone else. With a sigh, she dug her hand into her utility belt and pulled out her cellphone. She unwrapped the earbuds and stuck them in her ears, before blasting some music as she slowly trudged up the stairs.

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Tobias sighed, rubbing his eyes. Although he wasn't prone to outbursts like Wren Wilson, he wasn't any less pissed about the situation. He looked over to Petra with an unamused expression. "How much do you want to bet that invitation... Excludes me." He rubbed the back of his head before pushing off the wall.

His gaze shifted to the departing mentors, and his helmet under Mycroft's arm. "Shit," he hissed under his breath. Tobias' gaze shifted to Petra for a moment, "Excuse me, sorry."

He jogged down the hallway towards the elevator. The doors were about to close when he extended his hand, stopping the metal doors and forcing them to open back up as he continued to approach them. "Xavier!" He stopped several feet from the elevators, his hand still held out to keep the elevator from moving.

Mycroft scowled slightly as he removed the Magneto helmet from under his arm, and held it out towards Tobias. "Next time, just tell me not to bring it," Tobias said as he held out his other hand, causing the helmet to fly out of Mycroft's hand and into his own.

Mycroft cupped his hands before him, with a snide smirk. "Oh, and Mr. Lehnsherr... That invitation excludes children of current terrorist factions."

Tobias remained unwavering at the comment, not giving Mycroft the satisfaction of pissing him off. "I know." He clenched his fist causing the elevator doors to snap shut. And just in case the mentors felt the need to step back out, he motioned his hand upward, sending the elevator into its ascension.

With his helmet in hand, Tobias sighed looking down at it. Not that he necessarily wanted to go to the gala, and the chances of him getting a date were less than likely... He hated the discrimination he felt due to his father. Numerous of the students here were Descendants of villains, but because his was still a major threat, he was treated like scum on the bottom of their shoes. Instead of dealing with the glances and stares if he turned back towards the crowd of classmates, he walked towards the staircase without a glance backwards.

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Frankie sighed looking between Riley and Phoebe. "Huh..." She couldn't really manage to say anything else. She scratched the top of her head. "Well I couldn't sleep if I wanted to." Her gaze drifted over to Jack and Jaxon, then back to Phoebe. "I think I'm just going to go to my room. You can come if you want, if you're as wide awake as I am. Looks like Hell's kitchen over there has his own plans... Plus, we probably should figure out what we're going to wear," she teased with a slight giggle.

Sure, Frankie wasn't thrilled that the envelope only contained an invitation to the Gala. But she was glad that she could participate and try to help persuade the Secretary of State and U.N. that they are really doing good here. She's worked so hard to get into the academy and succeed. She'd hate to see them become controlled by the government, who doesn't always know what's best and when they should intervene. That would keep them from even helping on the streets. What they don't understand now is crime rates would just rise when they couldn't operate with their own judgement.

So, whatever part she could play in helping them remain they way they are, she would do it. Frankie looked back over towards Nathaniel, seeing him standing alone. "Guys, I'll be right back."

She walked over to Nathaniel, smiling softly. "Hey... Umm... I'm heading up to my room, Phoebe might be coming. I just thought I'd see if you wanted to come hang out with us. You don't have to, just thought I'd offer." Frankie lightly patted his upper arm with a smile. "And good job in their partner." She nodded her head towards him, before backing away and returning to Riley and Phoebe.

"Riley is going to have to let us know all the juicy details boys talk about when the girls are away," she teased, playfully nudging him with her elbow.

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Great. Not only was Ross woken up during some serious REM cycle shit. All he got out of it was an invitation to some stupid gala where they have to impress assholes who want to control them. And people said the academy wouldn't be fun. At least now he could go to bed. Hell, he didn't even know if he'd go to the stupid dance thing or not anyways. He isn't known for always being on his best behavior.

With a groan, he pushed off he seat, standing up and stretching. Ross' attention was drawn towards Tobias and the mentors. Arseholes. him and Tobias weren't best friends or anything, but that was still shitty. He was half tempted to ask for the tattoo brute to be his date so that he could go... Just to ruffle Mycroft's feathers. In Ross' opinion, showing how Tobias wants to fight for the good guys, even with his father being who he is, would show those government fucks even more that what they are doing is good.

Ross rubbed his head as he walked over to Petra. "Aye, Red." He looked towards the hallway as Tobias disappeared up the staircase. "Ey think, maybe... If Tobias went to the gala, thing... It could really help." He slid his hands into his pockets. "Ya know. Show those government fucks dat even a son of a current threat wants to fight for the good guys."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Just thought ya might want ta mention that to 'em... If he went as someone's date, dat technically is a loop hole." Ross motioned his hand towards Petra. "You could always take 'em... Ya know... unless there was someone else ya wanted ta go with."

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Image"If I had to guess the next simulation would be similar but focused on the Brotherhood. Suppose it's designed so we know our enemies."

The Brotherhood...Worry dipped Petra's eyebrows, and she crossed her arms, briefly taking a defensive stance. Not against Tobias, never against Tobias, but his father, her...grandfather. Less merit was given to their relationship by the Academy, seeing as Petra had inherited her mother's powers and was less similar to Magneto than her uncle was, but still. A burden neither of them could fully shake. An ancestry neither had asked for.

And going up against his father would have its detriments on Tobias. Regardless of the front he put up.

Petra's worries were temporarily shoved aside in favour of the mentors' announcement. Reaching into her pocket, she extracted the envelope, the force field winking out of existence. Sliding a nail under the flap to open it, she carefully extracted the stiff document inside, scanning its contents.

You are cordially invited to...

"Are you fucking kidding me!? We went through all of that... For a fucking ball!?" Petra winced at the screech, her grip on the embossed paper tightening infinitesimally. Gods but did that girl get on her nerves.

"... following the events of Sokovia..." Petra's fist closed even tighter upon the paper, creases beginning to form. A battle her mother had never talked about, but Petra saw the pain clouding her eyes. Had seen the footage. Had seen the images of the body. Her uncle's body. The one she was named for.

And now, here they were again. The Descendants, used as a weapon? She'd burn before she'd let that happen. Would let the world burn before she was used as a weapon, used to hurt others the way she'd hurt herself before.

"How much do you want to bet that invitation... Excludes me." Tobias's dry comment snapped Petra out of her rage-fuelled reverie, her eyes snapping up to his, momentarily disoriented. "Tobias, I'm sure..." The halfhearted attempt at comfort trailed off as she watched him make a beeline for Mycroft, knowing that nothing she could say would change the situation. Mycroft would surely not be persuaded.

"Aye, red." Petra turned to Ross as he approached. "Ross. I don't suppose you'd want this as a keepsake?" She held out the invitation, realising too late that it was singed where her hand had been gripping it, the only remaining evidence of her temper. "Never mind. I'll keep it."
She stuffed it back into the envelope quickly, before Ross could get a good look.

"Yeah, that's an idea." She caught on to his plan quickly, nodding. "Sorry if you wanted to ask me." Only half teasing, she touched Ross's shoulder gently, an unspoken thanks for a job well done, and hurried after Tobias's departing back.

"Tobias. Tobias!" Her voice echoed up the stairwell as she called after him, the stupid cape almost getting caught in the door as it snapped shut behind her. Damn style to hell. "Come with me to the ball. As my date. We'll need you there, it'd be a good sign if you were seen on our side." Almost immediately Petra winced, knowing how the words sounded, but determined that she should try anyway. "Don't let Mycroft keep you away. That old man doesn't know what's good for him."

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ImageRiley waved as Phoebe joined them, the three friends forming a little circle, Riley trying not to tower too much over the girls. He knew how it must look, but with his friends, he felt a little less self-conscious. "Phoebe!"

"Ah, working with Conrad was great. That guy gets me, he's got my back. I almost killed him, but that just proves how sneaky he is! And don't worry about it," he reached over to place a hand on Frankie's hair, ruffling it some, "I get it. It's good that we're working with everyone, so we don't end up handicapped if we're thrown together with someone unfamiliar. And what do you mean I'm not attractive?" He feigned insult, punching the blonde lightly in the shoulder. "See if I ever partner up with you again, Parker."

"Riley! Breakfast in the devil's kitchen after we get out of here!"

"Yeah, sure!" Riley called back, raising a hand to point a finger at Jaxon, acknowledging the invite. "Sorry, Frankie. Phoebe." Although, truth be told, he rather liked the invite - asking him specifically meant Jaxon was thinking of him, which was good. At least he knew he wasn't forgettable.

Following Mycroft's announcement, Riley watched Conrad as he opened the envelope, deducing its contents from the ripple of excitement that spread among the students. A ball, huh. He'd be lucky if he could dance without tripping over his feet. Maybe the mentors would be content to let him stand in a corner and look capable of protecting the world.

"Eh. You girls have fun," he responded absently, ducking away as Frankie removed her arms from around him. "We're gonna talk about, uh, cars and annoying blonde girls," he teased back, laughing. "Seeya, Phee. I'll help you girls look at your dresses after breakfast if you want." Breaking away from their little huddle, Riley loped towards Jaxon and Jack, beaming, and bumped Jaxon's shoulder once he got close enough. "Thanks for the invite. Hey, Murdock."

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"Are you fucking kidding me!?" shouted Wren once the envelopes were unsealed. "We went through all of that... For a fucking ball!?"

Word-for-word what he had been thinking. It was a nice surprise, sure, but something the mentors could have waited until noon to reveal. Definitely not worth the simulated death traps and bullets. He would have given a small cheer if he hadn't felt so whiplashed from the exercise - all Jack could muster was a nod of approval.

Sokovia, Thaddeus Ross, military control...nothing particularly surprising or unexpected. Time and time again the government enforced restrictions upon mutants and vigilantes, and time and time again those rules created more division than unity. That's why his old man never mingled with household name superheroes - the Captain Americas, the Spidermans. The Avengers. Daredevil preferred to stay underground during his crime-fighting days because he knew the higher someone climbed up the totem pole, the more surveillance they received from the hawks above. Descendant Academy was already attracting government attention. That must have said something about the people within it.

Well, whether tomorrow night was good or bad for the school, it was a worthy reason to get
dressed to the nines. The gala, meeting U.N. members, and the soon-to-be breakfast soirée all stirred his excitement...until something slammed flat across his chest."Here. You can fucking have it... I can barely stomach looking at it," Wren said, leaving the invitation in his hands. That was not the reaction he had hoped for. Particularly because a part of him wanted to ask her to the gala.

"Hey...wait!" he called, but by the time the words escaped his lips, she was already ascending the staircase. For a quick moment, his anxiety calmed. He tried focusing on the sounds ahead...maybe she heard his cry and was now proceeding to turn around, back towards the hallway. Instead, he picked up something from behind.

"Oh, and Mr. Lehnsherr... That invitation excludes children of current terrorist factions." Mycroft Xavier's pretentious purr, of course.

"I know." The metal doors of the elevator shut with a cold snap. Tobias didn't even look infuriated, just blank - like he'd been expecting it. If Mycroft didn't already hold the title for Douchiest Piece of Trash Ever to Exist, he certainly won it now. What a fucking jerk. Who thought hiring that prick was a good idea? He didn't seem like the type genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropists such as Tony Stark or Bruce Wayne found universally appealing.

It wasn't his business, though. For now, it was another little secret to tack upon the wall. He returned his attention to Jaxon, Xavier, and now Riley, who had joined the circle while he'd been off listening to a conversation nobody was supposed to hear. "All right, boys," he smirked, beginning to tap up a text message for both Ross and Conrad. "I'm gonna head up to my penthouse now. Just give me a few minutes to get my shit together and then you're free to come in. Don't fall asleep on the way there. I can't eat all the eggs myself - I'm fat enough."

His thumb ticked the blue send button, and off the message went to Mirror Master Jr. and Conrad-super-long-name-Wagner...


Hey bitches. Breakfast at my place. Be there or be as square as Mycroft's tight ass.

Jack then saluted his fellow classmates goodbye and hopped on the elevator, just as someone else was about to make her way in...



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"Working with T'Chioke was...refreshing," Phoebe added after Riley, a smile gracing her lips. "I threw a lot at him and he took my direction so well. We barely encountered any hitches, save for one instance. I didn't have to worry about anything while I was with him..." He was a much tamer partner than Jack, that was for sure.

"Sorry about that... Not picking you. I wasn't thinking. I was distracted by attractive men." Frankie grinned as she nudged Riley's shoulder. "Of course, you'd be the only man in my life if I was your type." Oh. Phoebe's eyes widened a little. This was the first piece of information she had heard regarding Riley's sexuality. Yes, she caught the subtext. And it made her inexorably happy.

She laughed at Riley's quip, cringed at Jaxon's mention of a breakfast party in Jack's room, and wanted to back into a corner once the gala invitations were revealed. Flashbacks to awful high school dances replayed in her mind, especially that one year during homecoming when her dress tore in the middle of the dance floor. She hid from the laughing cheerleading team and spent the rest of the night in a bathroom stall. It wasn't like anyone was willing to drive her home. Her mom couldn't come to the rescue either - she was off battling the Joker's henchmen in Gotham with the Justice League. It wasn't Phoebe's worst memory, but it was one of the many terrible ones.

At least this time she'd be dancing with friends by her side. With Frankie's sunny personality and Riley's sense of humor, this gala was bound to be a memorable experience. She couldn't wait to go to Frankie's room later and talk about outfits or boys or whatever it was girls talked about before a formal occasion.

"Eh. You girls have fun," Riley responded absently, moving towards Jack and his little circle. It was starting to turn into a ridiculous boys-club-thing. "We're gonna talk about, uh, cars and annoying blonde girls," he teased back, laughing. "Seeya, Phee. I'll help you girls look at your dresses after breakfast if you want."

"Yes, you can be our personal stylist!" she giggled as he sauntered away. Her eyes flicked to Frankie. "I'm going to go put these weapons back in my room. I'll see you in a bit. You're going to have to tell me all the itty bitty details of your time with Bane Jr...I'm dying to know more." With a playful wink and a knowing grin, she bid goodbye to her friend and departed for an open elevator. She made it through just before the doors closed. However, her smooth timing was barely a stroke of luck...

Standing in front of her was Jack, avoiding eye contact. Just him. No one else.

Was it too late to take the stairs? This was going to be a bumpy ride...





Cold, biting silence. Grey metal walls only heightened the claustrophobic feel. Realizing the elevator wasn't moving, she quickly scurried forward and pressed her floor's button. She was quieter than a mouse: just like she was before they'd talked in college. It was like he could feel the goosebumps rising on her nape. Seconds passed slowly. His fingers fidgeted along with her trembling heartbeat.

This was absolutely ridiculous. "Listen, Phoebe-"

"I'm sorry," she blurted, just as the contraption began to rise. Then she froze. "Oh wait...my apologies. You were saying something...?"

"No, it's fine. You first." Her temperature increased. So did his. Finally, they were thawing. Albeit slowly.

"No, I was just gonna say...I'm sorry. For how I treated you back there...You had every right to partner with someone else. I guess I just got mad because, well...we usually work together. I was caught off-guard, and it turned into unjust anger..."

"You had...have a right to be angry." Jack scratched his fingers across the back of his head. "I shouldn't have abandoned you like that. To be honest, I keep forgetting you've only been here for a little while...I won't leave you next time. I'll ask for your permission before-"

"Jack. Stop right there," she said, turning her body in his direction. "I accept your apology and everything, but...and I mean no offense by this...I need to start connecting with my surroundings." His brows creased. "Okay...are you referring to meditation or...?"

"No, I mean...this partner-test-thing made me realize I need to...I dunno...open myself up more to people? I'm keeping myself in a bubble right now. I've always been that way. But...today I learned that people trust me. Someone was willing to take a chance on me this morning. I don't know why, but he did. And everything went smoothly. I can't just ignore opportunities to join forces with people like me, because this may be the only opportunity I get to build something new. I...I need to..."

"Stop telling yourself that you're worthless and start realizing how powerful you are," Jack finished for her. "Yes, I wanted to partner with Wren this morning, but I left you because I knew you could handle yourself. You can handle yourself, you just don't believe it. Why do you think you got accepted into this crazy academy in the first place? You can't be a million dollar baby if you keep telling yourself you're trash. You're not trash. You're Phoebe goddamn Prince."

Dimples folded across her cheeks as he pressed his shoulder into hers. That movie had always been their 'thing'. The first time she opened up to him, he compared her looks and smile and spirit to that of Maggie Fitzgerald's. In retaliation, she screamed, "Mo Chuishle!" whenever she came to watch one of his fights. Her teasing voice grounded him in the ring, and that was why he'd never lost a match. They had a million more inside jokes. They were close enough to be siblings, and they could never really stay mad at each other. "Okay. I won't tell myself I'm trash," she murmured, her cheeks glowing pink. He smiled back, gave a nod, and clicked on his phone.

"Good. Now explain this."

It was his new background - the picture of her and T'Chioke. She looked away, coyly. "Yes, that's T'Chioke and I. He's the one who asked me to partner with him."

"So I've gathered."

"He's nicer than people assume. And very intelligent..."

"Did he stare at you more from up close than from afar?" He batted his lashes for effect. The punch that landed on his shoulder seemed to say, he's not in love with me, asshole.

"Not as much as you longingly gaze at Wren Wilson! Doesn't take super senses to notice the way you look at her..."

"Don't turn this around, Princess." The elevator stopped, and the duo exited through the doors into Jack's penthouse. She draped herself across his sofa like a queen on a throne, setting her shield and lasso on the hardwood floor. "I guess you really are the son of Matt Murdock. He had a huge crush on a wild, red-clad woman too...a certain Elektra Natchios, if I can recall correctly..." He was about to pour himself a glass of water from the nearby sink. Instead, Jack slowly pivoted on his heels, his ears perked high like a rabbit's. Apparently they always rose whenever he was startled, as Phoebe never failed to laugh whenever he made what she referred to as 'the surprised face'. "Now where did you learn that private and very personal morsel of Murdock family history?"

She smirked. "Jessica Jones is more of a gossip than you think."

Damn Alias Investigations and the alcoholic woman who ran it. After a few months interning there, Phoebe was starting to become a PI herself. Jack ran two glasses of water under the faucet - one for him and one for his partner-in-crime - and then sat next to her on his comfy beige couch. "Well, unlike Elektra Natchios, I don't think Wren Wilson has the gall to join a villainous ninja organization, kill her sensei, and bury herself inside an imploding building. She's loud-mouthed and strange and annoying..." he sighed, "but she's not...completely...crazy. I hate to admit it, but...she's actually kinda fun."

"Please tell me you're going to the gala with her," Phoebe giddily squealed inbetween a sip of water. With a frown, he shrugged. "I wanted to ask her after we opened the envelopes, but she left before I could say anything. She seemed pissed. Like she'd rather drink a gallon of hot garbage juice before going to the damn thing..." Odd, considering Wren didn't seem like the type to turn down a party.

"Well maybe that's because you haven't asked her yet! I may not be as experienced when it comes to romantic relationships, but Jack...if you like her, go get her! What are you waiting for?" Did those words actually come out of Phoebe Prince's mouth? She wasn't one for giving advice so...rash. Nevertheless, she was right. Perhaps with the right cajolery, Wren would be willing to go with him. It wasn't like he was asking her to marry him or anything - We'd just be going as friends. Phoebe's opinion was one he could trust. She was blessed with the wisdom of the gods, after all. Not only was she a brilliant tactician, but a shrewd counselor. He nodded. "All right then, I'll ask her now." He pulled out his phone again and found Wren's number, then cautiously began to type up a text. "Ask her in person! That's always nicer!" Phoebe interjected. He gave a teasing sigh and rolled his eyes, then pressed 'send'.


Hey Wrenpool. I'm serving breakfast in my penthouse. Come up if you want...I need to ask you something.

Hopefully she'd reply soon. He gave Phoebe a half-smile, then finished his glass of water. Maybe she'd stay for breakfast. "I just hope she decides to go the gala, at least. Don't know if I'll be able to tolerate a horde of snooty U.N. officials without her crazy shenanigans keeping us distracted. I just feel bad for Tobias. Mycroft told him he's not allowed to attend the event because his father's part of a terrorist faction..."

Phoebe's face went whiter than a ghost's. She cupped a hand over her mouth, keeping a swig of water from escaping, then swallowed hard. "Wait, what? When did Mycroft say that to Tobias?" Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Just after we opened the envelopes. Tobias didn't seem too surprised, actually..."

She fixed her gaze at the wall, shining topaz eyes suddenly turning a shade darker. "That's terrible...no, not terrible. Wrong. Someone needs to tell Mycroft he's incriminating Tobias for a crime that's not his fault...In court, that's called unlawful discrimination." She rose from the couch and slowly paced across the room. The expression on her face was a swirling collage of anger, confusion, and anxiety. Clearly she cared about this to an intriguing degree. "Phoebe, I know it's wrong and everything, but it's none of our business." Jack intoned. "The mentors get to call the shots, not us. There's probably a good reason for why they're doing it. Tobias Lehnsherr doesn't have the cleanest slate when it comes to family history...we don't know anything about him."

"So you're just going to sit there and let it happen?" she said, shaking her head in disgrace. "I don't know about you, Jack, but I became a lawyer to defend the oppressed. Not only is what they're doing unjust, it's dangerous." She put her glass of water on the ground, then grabbed her lasso, leaving the large Amazonian shield behind. "J.A.R.V.I.S.," she called to the speakers above while striding towards the door, "Let Frankie know I might be late to our meeting. And tell Mycroft I need to speak with him in his office. It's important."

"Yes, Ms. Prince."

"Not a smart idea, Phee," Jack called as she turned the knob. What on earth did she mean by dangerous? "You're letting your emotions get the better of you."

"What, prejudice doesn't bother you, Jack?" she replied through the crack in the door. A fire crackled in her eyes. "Keep my shield safe. I'll come back for it later." And with a slam, she left him.

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Caitria turned towards Wren, who had scooted over to the blonde's side. "So... How long did it take you this time?" the redhead drawled. "20... Maybe 30 seconds?" A playful smirk landed on Wren's lips. "You're getting slowwww..."

Caitria laughed at her friend's antics, shooting the redhead a sly look. Many in the academy found Wren Wilson annoying and difficult to befriend, but she and Caitria had hit it off before the blonde could grow impatient with the other woman. As it turns out, the two of them had a lot of similarities. Although Caitria wasn't as cocky, sarcastic, or talkative as Wren, both of them paid no heed to the status quo. Wren was actually a surprisingly decent friend.

"Sorry to burst your bubble," Caitria retorted good-naturedly, "I'm still keeping it to under 0.1 seconds." Caitria grinned. "I'll have to watch my back though. Can't have Ulrich catching up to me."

Caitria hated to sound like an arrogant snob, but she thought her position as fastest in the academy was pretty safe. Okay, so maybe she wasn't as fast as her dad yet, but she was getting there. Her top speed was 127,489 miles per second - not quite the speed of light yet, but that was already pushing her current limit. Most of the other speedsters at the academy could just exceed the sound barrier at most.

Before the two could talk any more than they already have, Mycroft stepped in, along with the other mentors. They explained the gala the academy would be holding extensively. Caitria frowned slightly. She wasn't the biggest fan of galas or balls, but she wasn't as averse to them as Wren or some of the others were.

After the mentors finished their speech, Caitria headed back up to her room. She didn't sleep as much as most of the other descendants, but she had been working on an important chemical solution in her lab when she was interrupted. The solution would eventually allow Caitria to create an updated Flash suit based off of previous designs by Francisco "Cisco" Ramon, one of Barry Allen's closest friends. Sure, her current Flash suit was nice, but there was always room for improvement.

Caitria dashed into her lab, checking on her solution, which was still in prime condition. "Good," she muttered to herself. "Everything has been going smoothly." Caitria placed the solution down before quickly scanning her notes.

The blonde speedster zipped to a corner of her lab, attempting to find one of her other solutions she had placed in a secure container. "Ah, here it is." Caitria turned around, content, before almost knocking over a few of her beakers. She gaped at her lab wall.

"What...the hell...is that?" Caitria stared incredulously at the Hydra symbol that had absolutely no place in her lab. "No one in the academy could've done that...I would've caught them infiltrating my lab." The blonde frowned, furrowing a brow at the emblem. It was merely a slip of paper with the Hydra symbol on it - nothing else. Of course, posting that on the wall of Caitria's (sacred) lab was offensive enough.

"Idiots," Caitria muttered, ripping the paper off and setting it in her paper bin. Caitria rarely ever threw anything away - she tried to make use of everything. Even a rubber band could become one of the most powerful electrokinetic weapons in the world.

Caitria knew she should've thought more of the symbol - after all, literally no one besides herself could even access her lab (save for maybe JARVIS and all those top dogs). However, her solution held higher priority - Caitria couldn't wait for it to settle down and lose her opportunity.

"Alright, let's get to work," Caitria slid on a pair of gloves and goggles, carefully lifting the beaker with her prepared solution over the beaker with the transparent purplish-gray mixture.
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"Surely you're not this forgiving to everyone?" Lilith asked - even Andrew could easily pick up the hopeful tone in her voice.

"Not everyone," Andrew attempted to reassure the blonde. "I mean, someone would have to be the best of the best for me to forgive then after they seriously backstab me or something. I'll admit, I can get attached, but I uh, kinda take betrayal really seriously." Andrew beamed at Lilith. "If it's not intentional, then I probably won't hold a grudge."

Andrew nodded along with what Lilith was saying, relieved when she mentioned that he hadn't ruined any sort of plan she had in mind. The two exchanged parting smiles as Andrew headed over to the lobby while Lilith went to speak with Astrid.

Andrew's gaze roamed around the room - there were multiple clusters of people speaking to each other avidly, even though most would be asleep at the hour. Andrew, unlike some of his peers, actually slept like a normal human, despite not being a normal human himself. However, the simulation had fully awakened him - there would be no going back to bed at this rate.

Andrew made a decision, heading towards Ulrich Zod. To be honest, there were other people in the academy who were closer to Andrew than Ulrich was, but at the moment, Andrew didn't have any problem with the slightly older man. The two could be somewhat similar in certain areas of their personalities - Andrew could appreciate that.

"Hey Ulrich," Andrew approached the man amiably, who was off in his own world. "Let me guess, you went solo?" Andrew grinned in his usual easygoing demeanor. "What do you think's up with this envelope?"

Apparently, Andrew's question was about to be answered. Mycroft cleared his throat loudly, about to speak to the students before Alfred spoke instead, congratulating the descendants for all passing the simulation. And with that, Mycroft and the others explained the envelope and the upcoming events for the descendants.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Wren Wilson shouted indignantly as the group opened the manila envelopes. "We went through all of that...for a fucking ball!?" Although Andrew didn't have as much of a problem with a gala as Wren clearly did, he had to agree with the redhead's opinion on this one.

Eventually, after the mentors finished explaining the upcoming gala, Andrew turned to Ulrich. "Going through that entire simulation was a bit much just for a gala, don't you think?"
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As always, Thaleia was near-invisible; no one approached her. In all honesty, the brunette was fine with that. She fiddled with her guns, frowning when she noticed a flaw on one of her bullets.

"Fucking unacceptable," Thaleia muttered to herself, peering at the bullet. She was examining the gun barrel when Mycroft made an annoying loud show of clearing his throat. Thaleia rolled her eyes at the action, but lifted her head to give her attention to the mentors nonetheless.

When the envelope turned out to just be for a fucking pathetic gala, Thaleia Castle narrowed her eyes and shamelessly admitted to herself that she and Wren Wilson were definitely on the same page on this one. A simulation? For a fucking ball? Thaleia absolutely despised social events; she wasn't the conventional definition of charming. Besides, the rather...amoral and anti-heroic methods she and her father used to achieve their goals weren't exactly popular.

When the mentors finally finished up their fucking speech, Thaleia spun around an headed directly to the elevator. She jammed her finger on the button to her floor, practically glaring at the inside of the elevator as the doors closed and the lift started moving.

Thaleia nearly flew out of the elevator, placing her gun back to where she had taken it. Even if she did go to the gala (did she even have a choice?), Thaleia would probably show up in her normal combat attire anyway.

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"Hey Ulrich." He lifted his gaze to Andrew and offered a smile. "Let me guess, you went solo?" Ulrich grew a guilty boyish grin and shrugged in response. "What do you think's up with this envelope?" He asked next.

Right before Ulrich could say anything, they were given permission to open it. When prompted, Ulrich slid his finger like a knife under the envelope. The content he pulled out was kind of disappointing, in that sense he agreed with Wren, even when he never expected much but he couldn’t see the benefit in a ball thing either. It could have been currency or a well done ribbon or badge but an invitation to a gala held absolutely no benefit. He sighed out and placed the invitation back in it's envelope as if he never saw it and having to admit internally ignorance could be bliss.

Upon hearing the mentors explanation , he had more understanding of how it benefited them and their project in the academy but not him individually. In fact gaining funds and sponsors could prompt the exploration of more meteor's holding kryptonite or more advanced technology to contain him. His brows knit together. Either way could lead to a threat to him but the lesser evil was apparent.

Ulrich's eyes washed over the room and judging by most of his peers reaction it was a joke in bad taste. Wake up at 3 o'clock, face snowy conditions, fight or sneak to get goods from a Hydra base to know you've been invited to a gala event. Well, least they kept things interesting.
Andrew turned to Ulrich. "Going through that entire simulation was a bit much just for a gala, don't you think?" Once again snapping Ulrich out of his thoughts.
"I guess handing invitations in person or through mail is overrated," he remarked.

The mentors just went about their merry way. Ulrich rubbed his head once in the clear and suppressed a well-earned groan. "I still don't get people," he said as if Andrew had some answers or could help him make sense of them. He released a sigh. "So how about you?" He said for change of topic. "Did you go solo too and how do you feel about the gala?" Others seemed to cause a stir and huff and puff about the event or the way they received the invitation to the event but Andrew was more restrained about his verbal feelings towards it.

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More continued to pile in while Nathaniel retreated more and more into the back corner of the room in silence. He felt a bit suffocated with how many students were there now. He hoped they'd be dismissed soon so he could hide away in his room working on his experiments until their next training. Nothing sounded better than hiding away in his lab right now.

It seemed his prayers had been answered when Mycroft, Alfred, and Phil announced they could all open their envelopes. Nathaniel didn't leave where he was to read it. He already had his suspicions it would be something he would prefer to stay out of. "Are you fucking kidding me!? We went through all of that... For a fucking ball!?" It was worse than he thought. He'd have to show up to a social event and wear a monkey suit. He sure hoped there was a way out of it though it seemed no one has a choice in the matter. Why did it have to be a ball invitation? Why couldn't it just be a coupon for pizza? Or a week off from training?

Nathaniel was too lost in his thoughts to even realize Frankie approached him. "Hey... Umm... I'm heading up to my room, Phoebe might be coming. I just thought I'd see if you wanted to come hang out with us. You don't have to, just thought I'd offer." She patted his upper arm while Nathaniel tried to process how to even respond to her. "And good job in their partner." He ended up just standing there with flushed cheeks in dead silence only making the interaction more awkward until she walked back to her friends.

He continued to stand there for a few more moments while Frankie talked with her friends. He waited until all of them began to leave before finally approaching Frankie though he did catch the end of what Phoebe had to say. "I'm going to go put these weapons back in my room. I'll see you in a bit. You're going to have to tell me all the itty bitty details of your time with Bane Jr...I'm dying to know more." Nathaniel's cheeks flushed an even brighter red than before. He debated turning around and running off right there but instead he tapped Frankie's shoulder gave her a nervous smile. He didn't say anything but motioned for them to go ahead and head upstairs.

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Bohemian Rhapsody. Always a classic. It was always difficult being angry when you had Queen blasting in your ears. So, Wren tried her best to let the song calm her down... At least a little. On one end of the spectrum, yes, she understood the importance of that simulation. Practice handling numerous opponents, having to get something critical without it being damaged.

That's no big deal. She would have been more than happy to run in there, shooting shit up for a raw egg like she was in High School. Same concept. Don't ruin it, break it... Whatever. But, this was different. It was just a dick move. Plain and simple. So much anticipation behind the whole Se7en "what's in the box"... Er, envelope. Wren wanted it to be something good. But an invitation to a fucking Gala?! Not even a school dance like it was prom.

No! They have to put on their happy faces and try to sell the world on the fact that they deserve to operate without government pulling the strings. While trying to walk around in giraffe shoes and in tight, uncomfortable dresses. Wren was definitely not classified under the well behaved category either. So, act like Wren... Get kicked out, possibly fuck over the whole academy and the future of heroes, which in turn can fuck over the world. Have any kind of fun... Same thing.

See this is a job for Frankie. Leave everyone else in their rooms, and just let Frankie Parker charm her way to the U.N.'s heart. The Wilson's are barely liked by fellow heroes... Non heroes? Forget it. Might as well give up now. Wren didn't like this kind of pressure. She didn't like that Mycroft was a twat and got his kicks out of ruining their lives. And she hated the fact that the entire future of this academy and everything they've been working for rests on the shoulders of a Gala. Fucking bullshit.

Wren's mental rant carried her up the dozens of flights of stairs in what seemed like no time at all. Her mind shouted right over Queen and at least three other songs. She groaned, pulling the earbuds from her ears and started wrapping the cords around her phone. She bumped open the door to the hallway with her hip, before walking down the dead corridor towards her room. Her thumb and index finger pinched the bridge of her nose as she walked.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw something bright red on the door to her penthouse. Every hallway in Descendant tower felt as white and sterile as a hospital making the crimson feel foreign. It was enough to make Wren freeze several feet from her door before she could see what it was. Prank? Most likely. What was there to do in this building when they weren't training, besides fuck with each other? But they were all just together, so it didn't quite make sense.

As she neared the door, it came clearly into view. A bright red hydra symbol stared back at her, almost like it was mocking her after their simulation.

Wren inhaled sharply. Her jaw clenched as she balled up her fist. "J.A.R.V.I.S.!"

"Yes, Ms. Wilson?"

"Who did this?!"

"... I am sorry. It seems a minute of my surveillance footage has been removed."

Wren was so mad, it took her a couple tries just to get her fucking door open. She had half a mind just to kick the damn thing in. "Mycroft! You piece of shit!" She stormed into her penthouse, chucking her phone onto the couch before beelining for the kitchen. Of course, who else could it be? Who else has access to security footage? This was even low for the bald dick head. She tore through the cabinets like a bat out of hell, getting some sort of cleaning spray and a towel.

It took her the better part of fifteen minutes just to get the shit off of her door. And then another five so that there wasn't even the finest of residue. Wren angrily headed for the bathroom, stripping down and getting straight into the shower. She stood under the boiling hot water with her hands pressed against the cool tiles. If one more toe is put out of order today, she'd probably end up killing someone. Superhero school. It'll be fun. She rubbed her face, then ran her hands back through her hair.

Wren didn't dare look at the clock after her shower. She didn't know how much time they all spent in the simulations, but it definitely wasn't night anymore. Not like it mattered to her on a physical level, she wasn't tired. It was the principal of the thing. She stepped into her teddy bear slippers and trudged her way over to the couch. Just as she sat down, she picked her phone back up realizing she had a text that was... well a few minutes old.

New text message from : Horns
"Hey Wrenpool. I'm serving breakfast in my penthouse. Come up if you want... I need to ask you something."

She rolled her eyes cursing under her breath. Not because Jack texted her... But that she didn't see the fucking text until after she showered and got into pajamas. Wren groaned staring down at her phone, but her thumbs didn't move to text. "Just say, 'Not hungry. What's so important you can't just ask me now?'... It's that easy." But her thumbs didn't move. She'd bet money that he was still worried about lingering glass shards or something. Petra was thorough. Plus, she heals. Even without Witchy Junior's help, she would have been fine in a couple hours.

But... Wren being the attention whore she is... only on occasions. She couldn't pass up the opportunity to crash the dick party up in Jack's room. It always seemed like they were scared of ovaries or something. So, why not crash that testosterone bash with a little bit of estrogen and an extra helping of crazy. She didn't even bother texting Jack back. It's not as much of a surprise when you're expected. She tucked her phone in the elastic band of her pajama shorts and headed out of her room towards the elevator.

... Plus... I'm fucking starving.



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Tobias wasn't really in the mood to take a thousand stairs up to his penthouse. But, he supposed it gave him a chance to clear his mind. And so far the only other person crazy enough to take the stairs up... dozens of floors was Wren Wilson, who never gets tired. He only made it up two flights before he heard the door open and a voice shout up to him. "Tobias! Tobias!"

He knew who it was without even looking. Petra was the only person in the academy who'd willingly chase after him. And she was probably the only person he wouldn't ignore and just keep walking. Tobias sighed softly, walking up to the railing. He leaned over it, looking down at the redhead. "Look... I'm fine, don't worry—"

"Come with me to the ball. As my date," Petra called up to him, cutting him off. "We'll need you there, it'd be a good sign if you were seen on our side."

Tobias' hands clenched the railing as he took a deep breath. He knew she didn't mean it like that... But that's how everyone else saw it. Was he on their side? A majority of the academy looked at him like he was a spy. Maybe he should just fall into their expectations. It'd be easier that way, wouldn't hurt so much, or leave him conflicted like he is. Or... He could try to help keep the academy functioning the way it is. Show himself as an ally to the Descendants. Which was he? Spy... Or ally? He didn't even know. He hasn't given Magneto anything, but it was only a matter of time before Mystique couldn't keep him from prying.

"Don't let Mycroft keep you away. That old man doesn't know what's good for him."

What if he is right to keep me away? Tobias didn't say it though. Uttering something like that was dangerous and only made his fears a reality. He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head. "You don't want to go with your... uncle. I'll think on it, Petey... But you don't need to feel obligated to go with me. If there's someone else you'd rather go with, then go with them." He smiled towards her, giving a slight wave of his hand before continuing to ascend the stairs.

He could have gone to his penthouse. That's where he spent most of his time anyways. But because of that, is why Tobias continued to climb the stairs going higher than his own floor. He didn't know if he really wanted to be accessible. He appreciated Petra's offer, but he didn't need others either affirming Mycroft was right, or worse... giving him a pity party.

Next thing he knew, he was on the roof. The rooftop pool's neon lights softly changed through the different colors, illuminating the undisturbed water. It looked like it was ready for a hoard of rowdy young adults to blast music, throw each other in the water and drink until they pass out on the lawn chairs. Everything was perfectly oriented and clean. When was the last time any of them were up here? It's not like the mentors really gave them time for leisure swimming. Most of them were exhausted and just slept until their next training session.

Tobias walked over to the unmanned tiki bar. He walked around the counter and grabbed a beer from the mini fridge. He popped the cap on the edge of the bar and took a drink as he slowly made his way to a lone lawn chair on the farthest corner of the roof. After adjusting the back, he laid down on it and stared up at the sky. It's dark navy and purple melting into warm pinks and oranges showing that the sun wass about to rise. Beautiful.

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"Eh. You girls have fun," Riley said as he ducked away.

"Girls and guy," Frankie corrected sarcastically while motioning to Nathan. "Unlike your group... We don't exclude based on gender," she teased, sticking her tongue out towards him playfully.

"We're gonna talk about, uh, cars and annoying blonde girls." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Seeya, Phee. I'll help you girls look at your dresses after breakfast if you want."

"Yes, you can be our personal stylist!" Phoebe called after Riley as he walked away.

"You know where my room is. Just stop by if it ends up being too much bro for you up there," Frankie added with a wave towards him as he disappeared into dude-ville. Her gaze drifted to Phee as she addressed her.

"I'm going to go put these weapons back in my room. I'll see you in a bit. You're going to have to tell me all the itty bitty details of your time with Bane Jr...I'm dying to know more."

Frankie's jaw dropped in a teasingly offended manner. But the minute she saw Nathaniel was standing behind her, she snapped her jaw shut. Her cheeks turned bright red. "... His name is Nathaniel," was the best comeback she had to Phoebe's comment as her friend walked away towards the elevator.

When she felt Nathaniel tap her on the shoulder, Frankie tried to shake off her embarrassment as best as she could before turning and facing him. She gave him a bright smile before cupping her hands together. He didn't say anything, but motioned his hand towards the elevators as if a silent 'after you.' She waited a long moment or two after Jack and Phoebe's elevator head up before pressing the button. There was some awkward tension that she didn't want to be in the middle of in that lift ride.

As they waited, she looked over to Nathaniel. "Looks like it's just us." Frankie half smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I'm not an amazing chef like Murdock... But I have poptarts and bagels... And coffee." She giggled. It wasn't much of an offer, but it was something. After all, how long would all of them last once they were actually sitting down. She figured it wouldn't even be an hour before they all pass out in her penthouse once the fatigue hits them.

The elevator finally arrived. Thank god for Stark tech. The lifts in the tower were exceptionally faster than in any other building she's been in before. After they stepped in, Ross filed in with them. "Are you going to Jack's?"

Ross nodded his head. "Aye, I am," he said followed by a large yawn.

"We aren't part of the cool crowd, Nate," Frankie teased, playfully nudging Nathaniel.

"Eh, you wouldn't have fun anyways. They're all idiots... Includin' myself. Plus, we'll all probableh eat then pass out at the table," Ross laughed as he rubbed his eyes. "I'd wager we all bitch 'bout the gala. Then Jaxon will talk about which 'hot' lass he intends on askin' to be his date... And then some mild freakin' out when they all realize they ain't got any penguin suits."

Frankie laughs looking between Ross and Nathaniel. "Guess a lot of the guys will be going tux shopping once the sun is up."

"Not meh," Ross smiled, stretching as the elevator started to slow as it approached Jack's floor. "Figured I need one at some point. So, while they be shoppin'... I'll be sleepin'." The elevator doors opened. "See ya, Frankie." He then patted Nathaniel on the shoulder, before exiting the lift. "See ya man. You should hang with us idiots sometime... We're not always horrible company." He waved to them before disappearing down the hall as the doors close.

The next floor was hers, thankfully. Frankie was dying to get out of her suit and into comfy clothes. She lead Nathaniel down the hall, and opened the door to her penthouse for him. "It's nothing special or crazy like some of the others." She closed the door after him. Her condo had a large open layout with the kitchen to the right. Since it was only her, she never had a need for a dining room table and instead opted for an island with bar. To the left there was a step down to the living room area with a large sectional couch and decent sized TV. And then of course, passed that was her giant lab which took up a majority of her penthouse... Then a tiny bedroom in a distant corner.

"If you don't mind, I'm dying to get into some jams." Frankie smiled. "Make yourself at home. There's fresh coffee in the kitchen, or cable... Or... Umm yeah that's about it, besides my lab." She laughed softly. "Be right back."

With that she disappeared towards the back end of her penthouse, going into her bedroom. Frankie changed into some more comfortable clothes. Once dressed, she made her way to the bathroom. With a sigh, she turned on the faucet, running some hot water. She washed her face, then grabbed a hand towel to wipe off the access water. As she removed the towel from her face, she screamed seeing a red hydra symbol, on her bathroom mirror. Without a moments hesitation, she used the towel to wipe it from the mirror, then threw it in the trash.

She put down the toilet lid and sat, trying to catch her breath. Why in the hell was there a Hydra symbol... In my bathroom!? Frankie kept trying to calm herself down. Reassuring herself that it was part of some extensive, slightly insane training mechanism to always keep them on their toes or something... Whatever it was. She didn't like that someone had been in her penthouse.



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"Ross. I don't suppose you'd want this as a keepsake?" His gaze fell to the invitation in Petra's hand. It was visibly scorched... Most likely from her temper or something. Everyone was a little ticked that the simulation was basically for an invitation to an uppity gala. He parted his lips to respond, but Petra took the words out of his mouth. "Never mind. I'll keep it." She shoved it back into the envelope quickly.

"Yeah, that's an idea," Petra said in response to his comment. "Sorry if you wanted to ask me."

Ross sensed a little bit of light hearted teasing in her voice. He gave his best smile, shrugging slightly. "Blood before Scots," he teased. His gaze followed her hand as she touched his shoulder. He gave a small nod of his head towards her before she hurried off after Tobias.

Once she was in the stairwell out of ear shot, Ross cursed to himself under his breath. "Fuckin' idiot," he scoffed with a sigh. Sure, he should have taken the opportunity to maybe ask to her to gala before giving her the idea to take Tobias. But, that'd be selfish... And he'd feel guilty... And feel bad for Tobias... So, instead self loathing and ass kicking.

Then there was a spontaneous Chewbacca roar that came from his pocket. Ross' brows furrowed as his hands felt around his various pockets until he found his cellphone. He illuminated the screen to a new text message...

New text message from : The Horny Devil
"Hey bitches. Breakfast at my place. Be there or be as square as Mycroft's tight ass."


Ross glared towards Jack, seeing him in the elevator after he read the message. "Oy! I was right—" He started to shout towards Jack but the elevator doors shut and cut him off. "I'm standin' right here beside ya... But you fuckin' text meh. Unbelievable," he groaned to himself as he walked down the hall towards the elevators. "Couldn't even hold the fuckin' lift for me... Arsehole." He groaned as he pressed the button.

He road the lift up with Frankie and Nathaniel, before trudging down the hall like a zombie towards Jack's room. Of course, when Ross gets to the dill hole's room and knocks... He isn't there. He sighs, leaning back agains the wall opposite of the door. Slowly, he lets himself slide down until he's sitting on the floor. He gets out his phone and lethargically taps his thumbs against the screen.

Compose text message to : The Horny Devil
"How in da hell em I at yer room before ya? If yer not here in da next 5 minutes I'm breakin' down the door."

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Xavier sat and spent time interacting with Jaxon patiently while waiting for any remarks from the mentor. The younger hero sure is a nice company to keep around. Not that he is trying to sound arrogant, but for someone who has gone through all kinds of high and low in life, he has the rights to called himself a 'seasoned' guy, not just during business, but also in his everyday life as well. For that, pretty much all things that he usually came across with are rather dulled. That also included the assignment that the big bad boys have just told them to went through. That is why he needed to someone with high spirits like Jaxon around to keep himself from boredom.

Chuckling a bit when seeing his partner flirted with Ja'zmyn, Xavier noticed that the protegé of Daredevil - Jack Murdock was approaching them. "Greetings, my friend." He greeted the younger descendant. They aren't particularly close friends, per se, but Jack is seemingly someone nice enough whom he can get along with. The guy didn't seem to mind an old man like him around either, which is a good thing. Amongst all snickers and talking behind his back about how untrustworthy he is, it is certainly a breath of fresh air to have some people who weren't part of that club around him.

After exchanging greetings with his friend Jaxon and whatnot, Jack turned to Xavier with an expression that suddenly scrunched up, and asked him whether the flame boy caused any troubles during their mission or not. He simply replied with his usual calm smile, "Well, I would say that the volcano really did blast its' debris up into the high heaven, but I guess we work quite well together. He did a good job keeping all the simulated guards at bay while I went and retrieve the prize, so you got to give him the credit too."

With that said, Jack came up with the idea to invite his friends to come over his penthouse to enjoy egg benedict from Hell's Kitchen. Of course, it was a breakfast up to Xavier's usual taste, and he doesn't have any plans at the moment, so might as well join Jaxon and Jack and whoever the two boys tag along later. Xavier would be lying if he says he isn't a bit tired after going through with the simulation and shooting some of his vitality over to Jaxon, who looks as if he's a bunny on a sugar rush.

"Yes, breakfast sounds good, Jack. My pleasure to come along. Although I usually prefer something a bit more MasterChef, Hell's Kitchen sounds fine as well." He responded to the Daredevil's offer, "And please, Xavier is fine."

And then, the mentors waltzed in, trying to look as highly and intimidating as ever. Though having worked under them for quite a long time now, he still find them to be quite amusing when they tried to look scary while none of the descendants seemed to think that way. Of course, Xavier still respects them for their capabilities and how 'experienced' they are, it just that they, especially Mycroft, should tone down their pride a bit.

Unknowingly even to the protege of Professor X, Xavier had actually peaked into the content of the envelope earlier when he took it from where it was kept using his magic, so he wasn't surprised now when the ticket to the ball was revealed. It was hardly surprising anymore, knowing the mentors. Their tendency to make the descendants to go through hell just to get a teddy bear is something they are all used to by now.

It seemed that this gala is going to be quite an event, where all the big bad boys funding and supervising them and whatnot are going to gather in one place. Of course, for a social bird like Xavier, much in contrast with the disbelieving reactions from his fellow descendants which he found amusing, this event is something he wouldn't miss for the world. But the ball has barely even begun yet and his sixth sense is already tingling. Something definitely is going to happen there. That's just how things always are. A party is not so much a party without its' crasher, after all.

After Jack left to return and prepare for their little get-together, Xavier turned to Jaxon, "Well, if you don't mind, I'll keep this." He waved the envelope in front of the younger guy and tucked it inside his coat, then stood up from whence he sat, "I'll go back to my place to get changing for a bit. I'll go to yours after I'm done and we can go together, okay? Catch you later." Xavier saluted and opened a portal and get back to his own penthouse.

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If she was blessed with medusa’s power, the academy’s beloved mentors would have turned to stone and it looked like most of her acquaintances shared her frustration. With the same glare in-tact, her eyes flickered to her partner who held the precious invitation and she shook her head. So they stuck their necks out to impress a bunch of stuck up government officials for another day. Not that she minded dressing up and getting a bit classy but the extents of getting the invitation was insane.

Nonetheless she sighed and brought her hands together in a firm clasp as if that's where she stored all her composure. She walked in step with Astrid heading to her penthouse in a preoccupied silence.
“I’m thinking of training some extra hours since I’m well awake now. Any tricks, tips, technique advice?” Lilith pried innocently and released a subtle pheromone to persuade Astrid to be compliant and nurturing.
“Use agility. If your opponent can’t hit you they can’t defeat you,” Astrid replied keeping her gaze locked ahead. She closed her eyes and tilted her head like she had a strain in her neck. “But I'd also say stick to fortifying your other strengths as well and...Lilith!” She snapped.
Lilith merely giggled and rose her hands in surrender. “You can't blame me for trying to get the help I need.”

Lilith opened the door to her penthouse and quickly spun on her heel to Astrid guarding the contents of her little home. “Well looks like I'll be having a shower and training all alone then.” Lilith grinned wickedly then looked Astrid over. “You okay?”
“Just…still not okay with killing. I know it was just a sim but it represents reality. Every texture, blood, facial features, wounds, were real.”
Lilith leaned against the doorway. She put her hand on her chest, playing smug and innocent. “Personally I wouldn't want to keep around a worthless bunch of soldiers that couldn't keep two, admittedly, extraordinary people out anyway. They had an army and guns at their disposal and they still lost. Why would they invest in memory recollection techniques to people that aren't worthy? I'm sure some big bad mass operation like that can afford another line up of corrupt soldiers without breaking a nail. They just respawn like robots.”
Astrid leaned forward. “It’s not some big mass evil op. it’s hydra. And they should not be an underestimated threat. No enemy should and you should know that because that means the victim walks right into disadvantage.” Her finger tips hit the wall passionately. “They surely know about the metas and supers that want to fight against them. They might not have exact numbers or statistics but I can guarantee they know something about us and they'll put in measure to defeat us. Which includes finding hazy memories from their comrades then disposing of them.”
Lilith's smile faltered a little through Astrid's avid lecture but she smirked in place towards the end.“I skipped mastermind school with the Riddler. Came here instead.” Lilith tapped her head, clicked and pointed to Astrid with a wink. “Noted. I'll see you soon.”

Lilith finally closed the door in departure and stared at the hydra symbol that seemed to stare right back at her. “Assholes,” she muttered.

It burned into her otherwise productive time trying to clean the damn thing off and when the last trace of paint was gone, she sighed out and wiped her brow. Part of her thought that was a day's wrap and she deserved a reunion with her bed but being weak was a reputation she couldn't live with.

Lilith jumped into the shower then got changed into some active wear, tied her hair in a ponytail and made her way back down to the training rooms. The mundane ones. No simulations with x-factor weather and guns just yet.



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Astrid wasn't the only one disappointed by the content in the envelope but there were far worse things and people didn't need to rattle off like they did. The way most of her peers carried on was unnecessary and flashed their inability to control their emotions like spoiled children and honestly it made her rather embarrassed to stand with them.

Alfred, Phil and Mycroft broke into further explanation. "They are attempting to get our Academy shut down or put under military control to be used as a weapon for the U.N.. Similar to the same issues the Avengers encountered following the events of Sokovia," Alfred had said and Astrid inclined her head defiantly. Never again.

Once more than few members started dispersing Astrid dropped her shoulders and waved her company onto the march back to their penthouses.

Lilith stated she'd train more and asked for advice which Astrid gave willingly. She was a slim girl closer to speed and agility than brute force so she could capitalize there. But maybe she was being too short with Lilith. Astrid tipped her to keep using and strengthen her abilities as well since they were one of a kind but Astrid wanted to give more. She wanted to physically be there and oversee her training and help her to the best of her ability. But before that she was intent on walking Lilith to her penthouse then heading for her own for a power nap and review. “Lilith!”

After a few more words with Lilith, Astrid headed for her penthouse.

Guns didn't kill people alone. They needed a person to take aim and pull the trigger to kill. She put her shield away and ran her hands through her hair. She was going to have to commit to a way of battle rather than be indecisive or whatever suited her in the moment.

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Image"You don't need to feel obligated to go with me. If there's someone else you'd rather go with, then go with them." Tobias's words seemed to echo in the stairwell as he left for his penthouse, leaving Petra to stand on the landing, feeling foolish. As a matter of fact, maybe there was someone she'd like to go with. She was certain Ross had been on the verge of asking her, earlier, when he'd suggested that she could ask Tobias. It might make things awkward if she went back to ask Ross, though. Sometimes being telepathic wasn't the cakewalk everyone made it out to be. If she had to go alone - well, she would. She was Petra Maximoff and she wouldn't let one teeny party get her down. "You put your glasses back on and face the facts," she murmured to herself. It was a lonely ride, and she was getting tired of it.

Having left the stairwell, Petra noticed that most of the other students were dispersing, going back to their own penthouses or making plans to prepare for the gala. A sudden pang of loneliness shot through Petra, looking around at the socialising that was going on even before the sun had risen. She'd spent so much time, so much effort on building walls around herself, so much power under her control now, and for what? Even Liz, the one person she trusted the most, wasn't around when she needed her to be.

But she couldn't show that. She wouldn't show that. That was weakness, and she wasn't weak. Pressing the button for the elevator, she waited quietly to return to her penthouse, planning her actions for the next twenty-four hours. Maybe I'll read. Maybe I'll go digging through my dresses. Maybe I'll reacquaint myself with the life I chose.


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ImageYeah, Riley wasn't really one for waiting around. He swiped through Facebook for a few minutes, wondering how long Murdock needed to get his shit together. Figuring the Devil had had enough time, Riley approached the elevator, joining someone else in their waiting. Surprise - Petra Maximoff. She'd never been a really chatty person, but Riley figured he could still be friendly. "Hey, Petra. Simulation went well?"

She glanced over at him, looking almost...surprised? That was a new emotion, and certainly not anything Riley had expected to see on the Scarlet Witch. "Yeah, I...it was good. Thanks. How did you and Conrad do?"

Interesting. Is this the longest conversation we've ever had? The lift doors slid open smoothly, and they entered. "We did well, we're alive, you know, probably not the best pair out there but...good, you know. Conrad's a great partner," Riley babbled as he pressed the button for his floor. "I bet working with Ross was good too? Have you watched him in action before, it's fascinating."

He thought he detected a hint of amusement in Petra's voice when she responded. Good, good, amusement was good. So much better than mocking. Riley thought - no, knew - that some of his classmates looked down on him, but evidently Petra wasn't one of them. "My first time partnering with Ross. It is interesting, I'll admit."

She didn't attempt to continue the conversation, and he couldn't find any more topics to shoot his mouth off about, so they rode in silence for the next few minutes until the elevator stopped at Ross's floor. "Well, I'll see you around. You should probably rest after that training, eh?" Without waiting for an answer, Riley hopped out of the elevator, burning with embarrassment. Six feet tall and still feeling like a goddamn toddler when I talk to my classmates.

But as the lift doors closed he thought he heard a faint, "I will. You take care."

Apparently Matt wasn't there, but Ross was. Spotting the blindingly orange jumper Ross was wearing, Riley hurried towards him. "Yo, Ross. Where the devil's the Devil, huh? Don't tell me you got kicked out." Riley sank onto the floor opposite him, reaching over to rub a hand enthusiastically through Ross's dark hair.

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After one very quick shower, a wet-haired and sweatpants-clad Jack moseyed over to his living room, a pep in each step. The sun was finally beginning to rise. Rays of pink and purple pierced through the windowsill, spilling onto the hardwood floor like spotlights. Some reflected off of Phoebe's shield, which he had gingerly placed in the corner of his living room, next to the television. Although her dramatic exit was still on his mind, he was much more focused on the future festivities to come. Namely, the Hell's Kitchen breakfast bash. (Or at least that's what his mind kept calling it.) He moved over to the kitchen counter, retrieving a skillet from a cabinet near the sink and clicking the end of a charger into his nearly-dead cellphone. Any moment Ross, Riley, and the rest of them would arrive. He assumed they'd be knocking on his door by now.

Or maybe they were already here...

New text message from : The Mirror Fuckin' Masterrrr
"How in da hell em I at yer room before ya? If yer not here in da next 5 minutes I'm breakin' down the door."


Jack chuckled. He imagined his friend chopping through the wood like Jack Nicholson in The Shining. A hilarious sight to behold. Heeeere's Rossy....

He found both Mirror Master and Hawkeye Jr. in the hallway, sprawled across the floor. "Y'know the party's inside, guys,"he deadpanned, making room so they could file through the entranceway. "Next time just come in. I was showering so that's why I didn't hear y'all. I really don't care if you see me in a towel. Or butt-naked. Whatever. This academy is basically college part two..."

Jack crossed back to his counter and retrieved a saucepan, then filled it with water, and placed it over the stove. "Make yourselves at home. Mi casa es su casa, amigos." Soon after he said this, the smell of sizzling Canadian bacon wafted through the penthouse. Yes, of course he could make J.A.R.V.I.S. do all the work, but where was the fun in that?

There were so many questions he had for Ross and Riley, but to kick off the get-together, he decided to ask a simple one. "So how about that wonderful surprise at the end of simulations? Mycroft really knows the right times to make announcements, doesn't he?"

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Nathaniel was obviously quiet and socially awkward the entire time they were on the lift. He could have attempted some sort of small talk if he were alone with Frankie but Ross joined them and Nathaniel could barely understand Ross. His accent always had him lost and getting maybe half of what he ever said. Nathaniel couldn't even try to interact even if he wanted to. Everything they said was completely lost on him.

"See ya man. You should hang with us idiots sometime... We're not always horrible company." He finally understood him that time and gave a small nod as he muttered, "Thanks." He thought about taking up the offer some day though he probably wouldn't fit in with their crowd. Might as well try to be a little social like Dick suggested, right?

The lift finally stopped at Frankie's floor and she lead the way to her penthouse before letting him in. "It's nothing special or crazy like some of the others." Nathaniel scanned around the room. This was his first time here. "Better than mine." It certainly was compared to his Rocky gym and Breaking Bad super lab.

"If you don't mind, I'm dying to get into some jams." Nathaniel nodded. It took him a bit to realize that she didn't mean music and his cheeks flushed a bit since now he wasn't sure what to do while she changed. "Make yourself at home. There's fresh coffee in the kitchen, or cable... Or... Umm yeah that's about it, besides my lab." Nathaniel's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store and he disappeared to go find the lab before he could hear what she had to say next.

He finally managed to find the lab and was about to geek out to utterly embarrassing levels when he heard a scream. He took off down the hall towards the bathroom. He didn't even stop to think about what to do next as he literally knocked down the door forgetting his own freakish strength. He stepped over the door and knelt down in front of Frankie.

"Are you okay, Francita?" He took her hands and began looking her over to make sure she wasn't hurt. He stopped and said, "I'm going to get you a water." Nathaniel disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a bottle water and handed it to her before he picked up the door and gently placed it against the wall. He rubbed the back of his head and smiled. He should probably offer to fix that later.

Nathaniel knelt down in front of her again. He was obviously much larger than her so this was the easiest way to be close to eye level. He put the back of his hand to her forehead like he was checking her temperature. Mama bear Nathaniel was coming out. She seemed fine but that wasn't going to stop him from worrying. "Do you want me to carry you to your bed?" He figured maybe she was just exhausted after the simulation. Didn't hurt to ask.

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Always the same process every time. Sit in a room with Bruce Wayne. Go over how the job went and then listen to pointless bullshit. Alec thought they would've come up with a better process by now. He got pulled out of school because the legendary John Constantine had a supernatural problem. Well, it was more than one. First there was the possessed teenager, followed by a vampire hoard, the usual zombies, and then more demons plotting to take over the world. Don't forget throwing a random sermon in there. Normal Tuesday stuff.

"You missed today's simulation training. Mycroft suggests you make it up." Bruce piped in while looking over Alec's reports of what he'd been up to the last several weeks he'd been gone. His response was to put a cigarette between his lips. Of course... Mr. Wayne didn't approve of this. "No smoking in my office." Alec smirked at him. "So I missed a little training for real world experience. Sounds more like Mycroft just wants some sugar as payment which I'll be happy to give if he brings me Jack before we do the deed. After all, the lord does say not to lay with another man." He laughed and winked at him which actually got the Bat to smile a bit.

"You won't have to make up the simulation." He shuffled a few papers and signed a few others. "I just expect you behave yourself at the gala and get yourself a date in a legal profession." Alec held up his arms in defiance. "But it's in the Vatican and the bible! Clearly the Lord thinks it is a profession!" Bruce shook his head and dismissed him from his office.

Alec couldn't help but laugh to himself as he walked down the hall. He also wasted no time lighting his cigarette with his father's lighter and took a long and very much needed drag. He held in the smoke for a bit before exhaling and continued down the hallway puffing away. He even took a couple swigs from the flask he had in his coat pocket. Like father like son.

It was weird how quiet it felt walking to the lift. Alec was expecting Wren or Jensen to pop in out no where and welcome him back. Sure it was pretty early in the day but they are the Unholy Trinity after all. Alec decided he'd pay them a visit as he stepped into the lift and clicked on Wren's floor first. The doors opened and Wren appeared right before him. God sure does work in mysterious ways. Or evil ways depending how you looked at it.

Alec smirked and leaned against the elevator doors. He was leaned to the side to keep the doors opened but was also blocking her way in. "Oh my, sugar. How is it you just keep looking sweeter and sweeter than cherry pie each time I come back?" He laid the southern charm on extra thick just for her before giving a big grin and opening his arms up for a hug. "How has my favorite gunslinger been?"

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ImageIt took some wrangling (or maybe he'd just been clutching the wall like a fool for a few minutes while Jack and Ross watched - it was a little fuzzy) but Riley eventually made it inside Jack's penthouse, collapsing on the far end of Jack's couch. Legs extended out onto the floor, he groped around and found a pillow, stuffing it under his head. The adrenaline from earlier had worn off, and it was becoming rapidly apparently how exhausted Riley was.

A short while later, he groaned, opening his eyes. "I think I passed out for a few minutes." The smell of cooking food filled the place, and Riley groaned again, torn between dozing off and attacking whatever Jack was cooking. "Murdock. I might actually eat you and then fall asleep on your couch again if you don't feed me soon," he mumbled into the pillow. His weight dragged the pillow closer and closer to the edge, until eventually he slid off the couch, the rest of him hitting the floor with a muffled thump. "Fuck me." The floor was just as fine.

At Jack's question, Riley rolled over, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling. "That vulture could have given us a heads up, I don't have anyone to go with! Although I already have a suit, there's one department I'm not worried about." He turned to flash a sheepish grin at Ross, who knew how he swung - although not Jack, who wasn't exactly in the know.
Which was fine, not like he was going around with a banner and a bullhorn to announce it, only Riley wasn't exactly sure that he wanted to go around telling everyone about his sexuality. "How about you guys, do you have your shit ready?"


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ImageJensen awoke in the car sometime before dawn, lulled to sleep by the low rumble of the engine and the tiredness of an entire night out stalking clients - excuse me, dangerous clients. The kind that even Jessica might be hard-pressed to turn over to more capable hands. Face pressed against the window, she watched the city slide by as the sun rose, changing the colour of the landscape.

"I probably won't need your help for a while more," Jessica said as she dropped Jensen off a few blocks down from the Tower. "Besides, Mycroft's annoyed that I took you out when he was planning a simulation. Maybe make it up. Or don't." Her mother's raspy laugh followed her out of the car, still ringing in her ears as she strode up to the front doors of the Tower. Keep up drinking and she would probably end up sounding like Jessica - her mother's daughter all right.

After bypassing the necessary security checks at the entrance to the Tower, Jensen strode into the front hall. Those preppy English kids should see our school - they'd shit their pants. The sound of her boots striking the marble floor echoed through the hall, Jensen humming tunelessly to herself, considering where she could go now that she was...home?

Well, home first it was. She took the elevator straight up to her penthouse, peeling her jacket off as she entered the door and tossing it in the general direction of the laundry bin. "JARVIS! Get the laundry for me, yeah?"

"Of course, Miss Jones. And may I say how good it is to have you back," the AI's voice greeted her.

Jensen snorted. "Somehow I kind of doubt that, but I appreciate the sentiment."

Pulling on a fresh set of clothes, Jensen paused to refill her flask and jam a frozen chocolate muffin into her mouth, hopping back into the elevator. Her friends would be up, and knowing that Alec had spent the night outside doing work would make for good conversation. Alec's penthouse...nope, empty. Probably at Wren's then - yep, there they were.

"Hey, you guys. What'd I miss?"

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Boom! Frankie's bathroom door came crashing down before her, causing her to scream as she jumped slightly. Then Nathaniel came crashing in behind it, stepping over the door. He made his way over to her, kneeling down on the ground.

"Are you okay, Francita?" He took her hands while looking over her like she might have been injured.

"Yeah... I..." Frankie's gaze fell down to their hands. Her cheeks flushing slightly. She couldn't believe she made a scene. Even though it was only in front of Nathaniel. "I just... saw a spider." Her brows furrowed as her gaze drifted off into the distance. Stupid. Spiderman Jr., scared of spiders!? She shook her head, laughing weakly.

"I'm going to get you a water."

"Oh... ok..." her voiced trailed after him when he walked away back into her penthouse. When he returned, he handed her a water bottle. Frankie opened it and took a drink as Nathaniel picked up her bathroom door and leaned it against the wall. She chuckled softly as he rubbed the back of his head and smiled towards her.

He then came back over to her, kneeling down in front of her. Frankie went a little cross eyed when Nathaniel put the back of his hand on her forehead, checking for a fever. "Do you want me to carry you to your bed?"

Frankie laughed softly, reaching her hand up to gently grab his hand and move it from her forehead. "I'm fine... I think my fatigue is just catching up with me." She smiled as convincing as she could manage.

After taking another drink from her water, she stood up. With Nathaniel's hand still in hers, she helped him to his feet. "Do you want something to eat? Or drink?... Maybe coffee?" Frankie gently released his hand before walking past him. She carefully moved around the propped up door. As she made her way to the kitchen, she muttered under her breath to herself, "Or perhaps something stronger..."

Frankie chugged the rest of the water as she snaked her way around the island in the middle of her kitchen. She touched her hand to the side of the coffee pot, feeling that it had gone cold. She poured out the old coffee and started a new brew. As it began to warm up, she rested her hands on the counter taking a deep breath. The Hydra symbol was burned in her mind as she stood there. With a sigh, she rubbed her eyes, then opened the cabinet over head. She tip toed, trying to reach the mugs on the top shelf. Frankie looked over her shoulder towards her quiet company. "Hey Nate, do you mind?" She pointed at the cups on the top shelf.



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"Yo, Ross. Where the devil's the Devil, huh? Don't tell me you got kicked out."

Ross must have dozed off in the hall, because when Riley arrived he snorted loudly, lifting his head up from the wall. He wiped the drool stream from his chin, then rubbed his eyes as Riley sat down across from him. "I don' get kicked out of places... I am the party." He gave his best smirk although it was quickly erased by a yawn.

"Y'know the party's inside, guys," Jack said when he opened the door to his room.

"Correction," Ross held up his index finger, then yawned. "The party is where ever I am." He then slowly, very slowly, moved to his feet and stretched. He trudged his way into the penthouse behind Riley, cracking his neck as he moved.

"Next time just come in. I was showering so that's why I didn't hear y'all. I really don't care if you see me in a towel. Or butt-naked. Whatever. This academy is basically college part two..."

"My bad, horns... Eh was raised with manners."

"Make yourselves at home. Mi casa es su casa, amigos."

Riley made his way over to the couch, so Ross instead lagged behind Jack. He took a seat on one of the bar stools. He rested his elbow on the counter, chin in his palm. It seemed like his stomach just grew more angry as the smells grew throughout the penthouse. He fought hard, lifting his eyes in slow heavy blinks as he tried to keep from dozing off.

"I think I passed out for a few minutes." Ross' head nearly fell and hit the counter, waking up slightly at Riley's words. "Murdock. I might actually eat you and then fall asleep on your couch again if you don't feed me soon."

"Cheers to that," Ross said as he slammed his forehead down on his arm.

"So how about that wonderful surprise at the end of simulations? Mycroft really knows the right times to make announcements, doesn't he?"

Ross groaned, but Riley spoke up before he could complain. No one really wanted to hear that anyway. "That vulture could have given us a heads up, I don't have anyone to go with! Although I already have a suit, there's one department I'm not worried about." Ross ran a hand back through his hair, rustling it with a yawn smiling in response to Riley's grin. "How about you guys, do you have your shit ready?"

Ross turned slightly so that he was half facing Jack and the other half towards Riley. "Eh mate, I'm going stag." He looked down at his hand as he picked at his nails. It was his own dumb fault for suggesting she go with Tobias instead of just asking her like any other guy would do. As much as it was dumb, he didn't regret his decision to suggest it. He isn't that selfish. "You could go with meh? We'd be the sexiest couple there... I mean look at meh." He motioned to his face where he gave a tired attempt at a seductive grin.

His invitation wasn't by any means to try and put his secret out in the open. But they were friends and friends go together all the time. Unless he had ideas about someone to ask, and Ross was stuck completely solo. "Jack could round it up to 'n uneven three... 'da sexy amigos'." He scratched his scruffy jawline, giving Jack a sideways glance that was a bit suggestive. "But I think pretteh boy over here has someone else in mind."

After a moment, Ross realized he didn't actually answer Riley's question. "Oy... I do have a suit. I always come prepared for all sorts of occasions. You'd be surprised what is in meh closet."

Now, a little bit more away, Ross' gaze drifted around the penthouse realizing they were seriously under numbered. He reached in his pocket, pulling out his phone and sent a text to everyone that was at the simulation bullshit.

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"Ey fuckers... Murdock's makin' food and we're bitchin' about ole cue ball's gala bull shite."

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Wren pressed the button for the elevator nearly at the same time it slid open in front of her. She crossed her arms over her chest as she saw Alec before her, leaning in the entrance, blocking her way in. "Oh my, sugar. How is it you just keep looking sweeter and sweeter than cherry pie each time I come back?"

"So, that's why your eyes are brown... Because you're full of shit," Wren deadpanned with her arms crossed.

Alec extended his arms out towards her like he wanted a hug. "How has my favorite gunslinger been?"

Wren rolled her eyes, ducking under his arms, bumping him out of the way with her hip. She pressed the button for Jack's floor, but before the doors closed she saw Jensen walking towards them both.

"Hey, you guys. What'd I miss?"

"Fuck you both," Wren said, pointing at them accusingly as the doors closed and the elevator started to ascend. "Dickhead makes us do a fucking simulation at like... 3 a.m. A giant ass Hydra base. And because both of you dildos weren't there, I worked with the Catholic Saint." Not that she minded working with Jack or whatever else. Wren always had a flare for the dramatics where her friends were concerned... And in a nutshell, she was just pissed that she had to go through it and they didn't.

"So, of course... All these fucking sims were after us when we got to this damned envelope that 'couldn't be destroyed or read or breathed on funny,'" she made air quotes with her fingers. "Then there was a grenade and a fuck ton of glass... shit in me." Wren untied her cardigan showing her almost entirely healed torso where only feint slashes all over her pale skin could be seen where the glass once was. "Then horns has like a fucking panic attack thinking I'm dying... Which is just dumb..."

Now she was rambling. Angry rambling. Wren does that... A lot. Jensen and Alec, of course, were more than used to her mouth... And temper... And everything else. "All of that for a fucking invitation to a mother fucking gala! A gala, where we have to prove to the government assholes that we don't need a leash!"

The elevator came to a stop at Jack's floor. Wren walked out once the doors were open, honestly not sure if thing 1 and 2 were following... But she knew they would. "And you asshats!" She stopped midway down the hall, turning to face them. "You all get a pass because mommy and daddy needed help... Fucking bullshit." Now that all of that bull was off her chest, Wren felt better. "So, fuck you both," she said once again, pointing at them both.

With that, Wren turned towards Jack's door. She didn't even attempt to knock and instead just walked on in. Her brows furrowed only seeing Jack and his two half asleep friends. "I brought the parasites," Wren said, motioning her thumb over her shoulder towards Alec and Jensen. She then beelined for the kitchen, or more importantly, Jack.

"What's so important you couldn't just ask me over text?" Wren asked as she walked up behind Jack. She leaned over his shoulder, looking at the food he was cooking, taking in a deep breath. "What's that over there?" She pointed to Jack's right, distracting him as she stole a piece of bacon from the pan. She smirked towards him when he looked back at her.

Wren held the bacon between her teeth as she hopped up onto the counter beside the stove. She took a bite of the chewy meat, before looking back over at him. "I'm nearly healed, horns," she said as she opened her cardigan so he could see that all the glass wounds were practically gone. As for modesty... Well Wren had none. She had a sports bra on, it's not like she was waving the girls around. Who cares. "So, if that was your question... You can get your panties out of a bunch." She yanked off another bite. "I'm fine." Wren smirked, then held the piece of bacon out towards him, offering Jack a bite.

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Jack Murdock
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Caitria finally set her solution down, satisfied. She did all she could right now. Caitria would have to wait about two days before it was time to continued her project.

The blonde speedster peeled back her goggles, setting them down in their usual spot as she slipped out of her lab coat. She needed a break. It was early morning, and that meant either a light workout or a whole lot of breakfast. Caitria ate a lot - it wasn't evident in her slight and petite frame, but Caitria used her powers quite often and had metahuman metabolism. She had to consume much more than a normal human or else she would malfunction and her powers would fail her.

Caitria slipped on a decently casual outfit, heading out of her penthouse and impatiently waited for the lift. "Impatient" usually wasn't the first word people thought of when they thought of Caitria, but constantly moving at super speed made everything seem infuriatingly slow. Caitria wondered why she didn't choose to speed up to wherever she wanted to go, but the blonde had to start using her powers sparingly.

Caitria's phone buzzed with a notification as she waited for the lift. She pulled it out, absentmindedly skimming over the text Ross had sent the descendants. Bingo - now she knew where she was going to go. The blonde quickly typed a response as the lift came to her floor.

To: Mini Mirror Master
you'll see me there ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Caitria entered the elevator, pressing the button for Jack's floor. She and Ross weren't especially close, their parents being enemies and all, but neither judged each other on who their father was. The limited relationship they had was as unbiased as possible.

The lift stopped at Murdock's floor as Caitria zipped out and knocked Jack's door - 'cause she was polite and all. "I'm letting myself in," Caitria called, twisting the doorknob. "Hope you're all decent."
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"I guess handing invitations in person or through mail is overrated," Ulrich replied. Andrew shrugged languidly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Andrew commented. "This place was always a bit...unconventional anyway. Besides, Mycroft never had the reputation of making life easy for us."

Just as Andrew said that, the mentors finished up their business with the students and headed their way like nothing happened. "I still don't get people," Ulrich's remark shook Andrew out of his thoughts. The man let out a sigh. "So how about you?" Ulrich changed the topic. "Did you go solo too and how do you feel about the gala?"

"Nah, I teamed up with Lilith," Andrew replied easily. "You know, daughter of Poison Ivy and all that jazz? She's actually pretty nice, as a person and as a partner. I'll admit, things didn't exactly go as planned in there, but it all worked out in the end.

"I won't lie, I'm not jumping for joy about this gala, but you could say that I don't have as big of a problem with it as Wren Wilson...or the majority of the descendants here. In all honesty, I don't think I'm the best person for all this diplomatic stuff, but you have to admit,"
Andrew dropped his voice to a whisper. "A lot of us don't fall into Mycroft's definition of 'civilized adults.'" The brunette laughed good-naturedly. "Then again, we're descendants. Superheroes, anti-heroes, villains, whatever - lot's of us don't fall into the picture-perfect mold of Captain American times a thousand or something. Even Astrid. Wren Wilson's the daughter of Deadpool and is almost exactly like him - you can imagine, that won't end well with anybody remotely diplomatic. I have a horrifying beast form that cannot be contained once released -" Andrew grinned, showing that he wasn't upset about it, "- and Thaleia Castle - the Punisher may be a hero of sorts, but anyone who isn't morally flexible won't like her methods. Basically, this gala won't be pretty."
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Thaleia took a deep breath, calming down her storm of thoughts. God, this little academy was seriously getting on her nerves.

Thaleia raised her eyebrow ever so slightly when her phone dinged with a notification. No one ever contacted her - which was just lovely - so the brunette almost forgot what a text notification sounded like.

Speaking of no one ever contacting her - who in the Devil's name would text Thaleia Castle of all people? Thaleia didn't have that many good friends.

Thaleia stood up, opening the drawer (which was clearly not soundproof) she placed her phone in (it was a liability in combat). She turned it on hesitantly - it was still at 96% from over a week ago - checking the text she was sent. Ah. Ross sent a text to every descendant at that goddamned simulation. The situation made a lot more sense.

From: The Scottish Idiot With The Mirror Obsession
Ey fuckers... Murdock's makin' food and we're bitchin' about ole cue ball's gala bull shite.

Thaleia wasn't too happy about the gala, but she also didn't give a fuck about McCulloch's "bitchin' about ole cue ball's gala bull shite" business. Like she was going to a cute little breakfast at Murdock's.

Then again, Thaleia wasn't one to hole herself up in her penthouse with her guns...even though she was much better friends with them than she was with any of the descendants. Strangely, Thaleia was fond of heights. She hated to be reminded of it, but the Castle family was merely human. Thaleia had no supreme senses, no powers of any sort, no ability to fly. However, although she wasn't good at team tactics, Thaleia was a rather cunning combatant, and had certain survival habits ingrained in her. Getting a high vantage point - even if there was absolutely no reason to - was one of them. Sometimes, it made absolutely no sense, but Thaleia did certain things to relax her (at times, paranoid) mind.

Thaleia headed into the elevator, pressing the button that would bring her to the roof. When the lift dinged at its arrival, Thaleia sauntered out, greeted by the beginnings of a sunrise. Thaleia grabbed a couple beers from the fridge - she could hold her liquor - popping the cap off of one and taking a big gulp before she turned around to set herself down on the edge of the building.

Unfortunately, Thaleia's attempt at peace was disturbed by a presence she had been beside earlier that morning. "Oh," Thaleia said at Tobias, her tone blunt and not revealing any emotion. "It's you."

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Jensen Jones Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: Alec Constantine Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Zozo Zatara
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He continued his cooking, working the blender to fix up some good old-fashioned hollandaise sauce. In the meantime, Ross chattered away. "Eh mate, I'm going stag," he answered Riley, who had slid off the couch and was now spread across the hardwood floor like a rug.

"It's gonna snow pink. You're actually going stag, Ross?" Jack chortled, "I don't believe that for a second."

His friend turned to Riley. "You could go with meh? We'd be the sexiest couple there... I mean look at meh."

"Ew," Jack deadpanned after glancing over his shoulder into Ross's "seductive" face. The hollandaise sauce complete, it was time to poach the eggs. Swiftly, he cracked a few into a small bowl, then slipped them into the saucepan of boiling water. "Jack could round it up to 'n uneven three... 'da sexy amigos'," Ross scratched his scruff while the Devil of Hell's Kitchen began to toast the english muffins and taste the lemony hollandaise. It was creamy and rich - just right. With his enhanced taste, everything needed to be precise. Saying Jack was "picky" when it came to eating was an understatement. As a child, his taste buds were more sensitive than Gordon Ramsay's.

"But I think pretteh boy over here has someone else in mind." The Mirror Master shot him a sideways glance. Maybe inviting Ross to the penthouse was a bad idea...he was rowdier than a morning lark."Yeah. Your theoretical sister." No amount of friendly teasing would pry open details of his personal life. Even with good friends, he kept quiet about that stuff. Especially if it involved sappy romance.

Besides, it seemed unlikely Wren would make an appearance. Many minutes had passed and she had yet to answer his text. She was probably asleep in her bed, where any sane person would go after simulations. Then again, Wren never slept. Nor was she sane. Who knew what she was off doing at this hour. Probably watching more movies, eating more popcorn...

"I think I have a suit for tomorrow. I'll have to check my-"

All of a sudden, there was a knock at the door. Could it be...

"I'm letting myself in." Not the voice he'd been expecting. Caitria Allen twisted the doorknob and strutted into his penthouse, her platinum blonde hair glowing in the light. "Hope you're all decent." The round of silence that followed wasn't awkward, but it was certainly unprecedented. Unless she also had enhanced senses, there was no way Caitria could've known about the breakfast soirée happening on this floor. Unless...

"What did you do now, McCulloch?" Inside his wildly buzzing phone, Jack found the catalyst of Caitria's unexpected arrival...

New text message from : The Mirror Fuckin' Masterrrr
"Ey fuckers... Murdock's makin' food and we're bitchin' about ole cue ball's gala bull shite."


Well, now it would really be a party. "This isn't IHop, Ross! You can't just expect me to prepare breakfast for the whole academy! I have no qualms with more guests, but you should've asked before-"

"I brought the parasites." Caught off guard, he crashed into the refrigerator, a slough of magnets falling to the floor. So she had received his message after all. "Heyyyyy..." Slightly-nervous smile etched onto his lips, he scratched a hand across the back of his head. Wren had motioned to other friends she'd brought along, but they weren't visible from behind the doorframe. All he saw was her. Jack brushed the collection of NYC magnets under the fridge and tried to play it cool, returning to his culinary masterpiece.

"What's so important you couldn't just ask me over text?" She leaned over his shoulder, inhaling the many scents wafting from his countertop and stove. He was almost done assembling the eggs benedict...she'd arrived at a perfect time. "What's that over there?" He honestly thought Wren was pointing her finger at Phoebe's lonely shield and was just about to explain what had happened...when he turned back to find her chewing on a strip of bacon. How typical. "Hey, that doesn't come cheap, y'know. Save some for the rest of us, Wrenpool..."

"I'm nearly healed, horns," she said from atop his counter while opening her cardigan, flashing a sports bra to the penthouse's small audience. For modesty's sake, he kept his eyes low, focusing on the english muffins meant for Ross, Riley, and now Caitria. Not to say his whole attention was on the food..."So, if that was your question...You can get your panties out of a bunch. I'm fine." Wren smirked, then held the piece of bacon out towards him. He took a bite, his eyes on hers while he chewed, and smirked back.

"Damn, I'm a good cook...Anyways, yes. I know you're all right. You've made that apparent many times now..." He grabbed a few plates from inside his cabinet and began placing his finished creations on top of each white surface. They were warm, gooey, tender, and with the rich hollandaise sauce he poured on top of each muffin, glowing. Perhaps Riley would regain his strength after taking a bite. "...But that's not what I wanted to ask you. Mind if we talk in private? Far from this madding crowd..."

Before allowing the guests to help themselves to the breakfast, Jack carried a plate of eggs benedict over to the earthbound Riley. "Watch the door for me, okay?" he whispered to him, "and make sure Ross doesn't invite the Avengers next." He led Wren to the hallway inbetween his bedroom and bathroom. Shaded with grey shadows, it provided a fair amount of quietude and seclusion. He would've taken her to hallway outside the penthouse, but seeing as Ross sent a mass text to the whole damn school...well, he didn't want to embarrass Wren in front of any other teasing friends.

"So uh...I really enjoyed working with you. You saved my ass today and I'm grateful for that." He gazed over his shoulder to make sure no one was peeking around the corner. Might as well get right to the point..."I'd really like for us to hang out again and so I was wondering...do you want to go to the dance with me tomorrow?"



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Three knocks on the door, and she was in. "Hello, Mycroft."

"Ms. Prince," he said without even raising his gaze to look her way. After a moment or two, Mycroft finally glanced up. "Well, come in and have a seat... Or, linger in the doorway if you prefer."

She took the empty chair in front of his desk. It was smaller than she expected, and quite plain. Not much more than the desk and a few chairs for company...If he ever had company. It made sense why he seemed so angry all the time; how could you be happy in a concrete box without windows? Where the windows should have been were several monitors that flicked through different surveillance footage of the academy. One showed the lobby of the building, another the training ground, multiple focused on the different students throughout the building and the last of the roof where Tobias sat and Thaelia just joined.

"Right, then," she started, straightening her posture. A stern expression, the one she typically donned in court, faded over her fine features. Athena, guide me looped through her subconscious like a turning record. Deep breath in, deep breath out. "Mr. Xavier, I have heard some distressing news from a close confidante of mine: you intend to restrict Tobias Lehnsherr from attending the gala tomorrow. Is that true?"

Mycroft put down what he was doing, now giving Phoebe his undivided attention. "I do not see how this concerns you, but yes... That is correct."

She crooked her head to the side. "May I ask why?"

He sighed, leaning back in his chair. "You know who Tobias' father is I take it?... A criminal. Magneto leads the strongest and most dangerous force in the world at this current moment. The Brotherhood is nothing to brush off or ignore. Humans, heroes and mutants alike have been trying to take him down for decades. But fighting one of the most powerful men alive is not easy." Mycroft cupped his hands together before him, pausing momentarily. "Tobias is just as strong, if not stronger. His allegiances, as of now, are unknown. It is not safe to have the son of a terrorist faction in the same room as U.N. officials. The Brotherhood wants the removal of humans to allow for their evolutionary superiors to take over. Having him around Thaddeus or any other important human is dangerous."

"Actually, I disagree, sir. I have only attended this academy for three weeks, but I know my peers. Tobias Lehnsherr and I may not be close," she stared down at her knees, her pale fingers wringing together, "but I can tell he's a man of good character. Not to cast judgements upon him, but he usually keeps to himself whenever in crowds. I don't see him recruiting mutants into the Brotherhood, unlike his father. I haven't heard anything suspicious about Tobias Lehnsherr. It's wrong to persecute a son for the sins of his father, wouldn't you agree?" Surely he had to. Considering the nasty rumors floating around about Charles Xavier - the fake deaths, sending a group of young mutants to their demise, putting the X-Men in unnecessary danger after feigning power loss - Mycroft had to relate.

"But you just admitted to not knowing him well," Mycroft replied. "Three weeks Ms. Prince, that's all you know. We have students who have been here from the beginning. Believe it or not, Wren Wilson's judgement would carry more weight than your own." His face seemed to harden a bit at the mention of fathers. At least something got to him. "And everyone is judged on the actions of their parents, if you believe anything else then you're lying to yourself."

She had to keep herself from snorting. If anyone were to judge Phoebe on the noble actions of her parent, they'd be sorely disappointed. She was far different and underwhelming compared to the fierce spirit that was her mother. "If you restrict Tobias Lehnsherr from the gala, it would only be fair to ban the descendants of other criminals as well. Bane, General Zod, Toxin, Poison Ivy...their children received acceptance letters. And despite their parents' records being far from squeaky-clean, they have permission to attend the gala tomorrow evening. Aren't those criminals also involved in shadowy organizations and activities, just like Magneto? It would appear there is a double standard, Mr. Xavier. And if you think Thaddeus Ross or any other U.N. officials won't notice it tomorrow, you are gravely mistaken."

She crossed her ankles, quickly taking a breath before Mycroft could take the next word. "The purpose of the gala is to convince the U.N. the academy does not need government control or surveillance and is a safe environment, correct?. Thaddeus Ross and his cohorts aren't blind. They're going to search for something out of line, and if they discover one student has been excluded from the illustrious event due to his father's ties to the Brotherhood of Mutants, that's going to seem very suspicious. How can you show Descendant Academy has nothing to hide when you're hiding something? It could be grounds to shut down the school."

She peered deep into his dark brown eyes, trying to discern the meaning behind his stoic glare. If only she could crack through Mycroft's bald head and analyze the turning cogs of his mind, perhaps she'd know how to win him over easier. "Then what would you suggest Ms. Prince? I could just remove them all from the gala, hell, the academy. Let the spawns of some of the most dangerous people walk about the streets. I'm sure that's safe. Or better yet, show off Lehnsherr like a show dog on a leash. He has no friends here, Ms. Prince. No one to vouch as a character witness, so I can't take that chance. Nathaniel Bane, Lilith Isley, Ross McCulloch, Ulrich Zod and the rest of them do. They've made friends, at least attempted to be part of what we're trying to make here. Tobias Lehnsherr sits in his penthouse not speaking to anyone aside from his niece between training sessions. I don't think that proves that he is anything other than a plant at this school."

But sometimes you don't get a choice in friendship, Phoebe wanted to say. She gazed over at the monitor behind him, watching Tobias and Thaleia on the roof. Well, he certainly wasn't alone now. She believed he was trying. He had to be. It was the students who were too afraid to become friends with him, not the other way around. "Let Tobias into the gala. Maybe don't put him on a leash, but show Thaddeus Ross you are grooming him, as well as the other descendants of criminals, for heroism. Show him they are setting better examples than their parents. As my good friend, Frankie Parker, would say, 'with great power comes great responsibility.' Show Ross and his associates the academy is instilling responsibility into each student as well as allowing them to reach their full potentials as gifted individuals, and I can guarantee you this place will be running without a hitch for many more years. And say the worst case scenario is true: that Tobias Lehnsherr is loyal to his father's infamous cause - it would still be unwise to exclude him from the gala. If he runs off and tells Magneto about the discrimination he faced at Descendant Academy, that only gives the Brotherhood grounds to attack the school, since we'd be proving their ideology. We wouldn't want to do that - it would lead to more trouble than it's worth."

While she waited for Mycroft's response, a response she knew would be tainted in opposition, two things twirled inside her mind. The first was a strong piece of advice a Harvard professor had given her and Jack many moons ago. When it comes to negotiation, anticipate your adversary's strongest counterpoint and prevent them from pounding it with a self-interesting deal. Mycroft was a stubborn man. If someone was untrustworthy to him, there was no use trying to convince him of that person's natural goodness. No way she could sway his opinions with a few pretty words: she needed to influence him with action as well. The second thing was a word of wisdom she had been given mere minutes ago: a nine-letter word called sacrifice, to be specific. If T'Chioke's mantra could allow him the successful management of a nation, it could allow her the managment of this tension-filled encounter. She knew what she needed to propose. Her heart didn't want to propose it, but her head knew it was necessary to prevent further conflict. With another deep breath and a final glance at Tobias's image on the monitor, she continued.

"I'll watch him for you," she said. "Tobias Lehnsherr. I'll watch him for you and if his actions prove untrustworthy, I'll report them. If the situation grows dire, I have this..." she pulled out the golden lasso of truth, which gave off heat and luster like molten lava, and wrapped it firmly around her wrist. "You have my word and confidence."

Mycroft pursed his lips, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his desk. "This burden will be your own. If Tobias puts a toe out of order, it won't just be his head... But yours too."

"I've interned at Alias Investigations - that's how you know you can trust me. Jessica Jones, the finest private eye in New York City, trained me in the art of detective work. If you need her to do anything in this endeavor, I can give you the number."

"I don't care if you studied under Nancy Drew or Sherlock Holmes himself. If Tobias catches on to what you're doing, I can not protect you." Mycroft began to organize the papers on his desk. "If I need a detective I'll reach out to Jessica Jones personally, or better yet, her daughter Jensen that's been going to this academy... Well, longer than you." He wasn't happy about this agreement -
it was apparent all over his face. "Stick to what you know Ms. Prince, fighting the bad guys and finding the truth... Leave the detective work to the professionals."

Her heart stopped. The blush in Phoebe's face went white - whiter than the ghost from her past come back to haunt her. Jensen Jones was enrolled at Descendant Academy? How come she hadn't seen her in the three weeks she'd been attending? And furthermore,
why hadn't Jack told her!? He was starting to become the worst friend in the world. She gulped. "Oh. Good then. So it's settled." It was as though the lasso were tied around her neck. "You have my eyes, as well as Jessica's and....Jensen's...if need be..." Nothing more to say (and nothing more she could work herself up to say), Phoebe darted towards the door. "I'll see you soon, Mycroft. Thanks for your cooperation." Once it closed, she pressed herself against the hallway's end.

Athena, fucking guide me.

It was hard to tell whether this news was good or bad. Phoebe just stood there, motionless, choking on air. Because in the past (and now in the present), Jensen Jones always managed to take her breath away.




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A lot of people forgot about the pool on the roof. After a certain amount of time at Descendant Academy, it started to blend in with the rest of the scenery. No one really swam in it, especially not during the fall or winter months. It was just kind of there: visible, but not in the forefront of anyone's mind. Just like Zozo, who was fast asleep on a neon green pool floatie, purple swim trunks covering his lower half and a pair of Ray-Bans over his eyes.

He just lay there, submerged over the water while inside the stupor of sleep. Finally, his lids began to blink open after Ross's mass text caused his cellphone to buzz. Maybe it wasn't wise to keep a Galaxy s4 inside the pocket of your swim trunks, but whatever. Magic could make anything waterproof. He groggily swatted his leg at first, thinking he could just kill the vibration like it was a fly buzzing against his skin. But as the sensation persisted, he knew it was time to get up. God damn it was cold - colder than a witch's teat, as his mom would say. Probably because he wasn't wearing a shirt. Or maybe because the sky was still pitch-black. Well, at least it looked pitch-black, since, oh yeah...there were shades over his eyes.

"Ohhhhhh shit..." he whispered while thumbing them to the top of his head, realizing an ocean of chlorinated water sat between him and dry land. Of all the random locations he'd awoken to the sight of, this was definitely on his top five list. Weirder than the middle of Times Square, but definitely not as iconic as the floor of a Brazilian ice cream truck on its way to the 2016 Olympic Games. He had a penchant for waking up in strange places. This instance barely fazed him.

You know those moments when you're alone and the sheer thought of being all by yourself in a barren place leaves you anxious? Like a ghost will pop out at you or something similarly spooky? That's what was running through his rambunctious mind. So, naturally, when he slowly turned his head towards a dark corner to find the intimidating Tobias Lehnsherr lounging on a lawn chair...

"AAAAHHHHH!!!"

Splash.

"FUCK! FUCK THAT'S COLD!" He sploshed around like a baby penguin trying to swim for the first time. "TOBY, YOU COULD'VE MADE YOUR PRESENCE KNOWN IN A LESS TRAUMATIC WAY! NOW I'M FUCKING DROWNING LOOK WHAT
YOU'VE-"


He was bubbling underneath the water before he could finish the sentence. For a few moments, the pool was still. No waves or sporadic splashing or anything. Then finally, Zozo came back up for air, a misty vapor rising along with his ascension. His nostrils flared, then both hands ran through the blue-black mop atop his head. Like a mop, it was sopping wet, slicked to his skull. The sunglasses were long gone, floating somewhere near the shallow end.

"Just kidding. I've been swimming since the diaper days." He doggie-paddled over to the nearest edge and pressed his forearms into the concrete, gazing at Tobias with a mischievous smirk while still submerged in the water. "Okay. So I know what you're thinking," he said, "I can see the question hidden behind those icy blue eyes, and I'll admit the answer is embarrassing. I was practicing spell-casting...while underwater," He gazed up at the sky, away from that ever-judging Lehnsherr glare. "Like I wanted to see if it would work. But every time I said something it came out like hbluhbluhbluh because y'know...I was underwater. You can't pronounce backwards words correctly with H2O flowing in your mouthhole..." He propped his left palm against his cheek, momentarily analyzing the beautiful navy and purple colors which seeped into the sunrise. "I think the more delicious question is, what are you, Toby the Hermit, doing on the rooftop during the wee hours of the morning?"

Just then, another person approached the scene. "Something wicked this way walks," Zozo mused once he recognized the small stature and hawkish features of Thaleia Castle. "Oh," she said at Tobias in monotone, "It's you."

"And me," Zozo gave a large grin. "Good evening-morning Thaleia." He pulled out his phone, clearly waterlogged, and placed it onto the concrete, trying to think up a simple spell that would fix it. With his dyslexia, sometimes he found motioning the letters with his finger helped him recite the spell easier. So his pinkie traced five invisible letters into the solid ground. Then once he was ready, he said, "Niard," and the excess water spurted out through the fissures of his device. Thank god for magic. He typed in his password and viewed the text which had woken him up mere seconds ago...

From: And the Oscar For Best Scottish Accent Goes To...
Ey fuckers... Murdock's makin' food and we're bitchin' about ole cue ball's gala bull shite.


"OH MY GOD WHAT THERE'S A PARTY AT MURDOCK'S!" he shouted to Tobias and Thaleia. What the hell were they doing on the roof when the Devil of Hell's Kitchen was deviling around in his kitchen? "What else happened while I was asleep? Why is everyone up so goddamn early this morning?"

Just then, it clicked. "Wait. Don't tell me," he facepalmed. "There was a simulation wasn't there? And I missed it..." Scrunching his face up into a ball, he moaned, then slowly slipped back into the water. This time, he didn't feel like coming back up.

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ImagePetra's short conversation with Riley on the elevator left her feeling even more bereft than before. She couldn't explain the sudden bout of depression over her social life - or lack thereof - but remembering Riley's words made her feel even worse. He was still friendly, still trying to make conversation despite the cold, curt responses she'd offered him on so many occasions. And the anxiety and panic he held so tightly to himself, thinking no one knew - sometimes she couldn't decide if she was supposed to admire or pity the Barton boy.

Upon entering her penthouse, the cape was discarded over the coat rack, and Petra sank back onto the couch, curling back into the position she'd been in before the morning started. With a blanket pulled around her shoulders and the weight of a book in her hands, Petra was quickly cocooned in peace, sinking her mind into the world of fiction. At least like this she could occupy herself with something aside from her thoughts.

The quiet didn't last long. Her phone, abandoned on a table by the door, buzzed with a text. Without looking, Petra raised her hand and levitated the device over to her. A few quick swipes of her finger in midair, crimson streaks corresponding to her hand motions zipping across the phone's screen, and the phone unlocked, displaying Ross's text.

From: Ross McCulloch [DA]
Ey fuckers... Murdock's makin' food and we're bitchin' about ole cue ball's gala bull shite.


Well...why not. At this point, Petra was so eager to spend time around people that she'd be willing to go to breakfast with her classmates. Even the ones she didn't have a strong relationship with, and she could bet that Wren would be more than happy to oblige such an invitation. She rose from the couch, her back popping as it straightened, and the blanket folded itself up neatly on the couch. Time to go see how normal people interact.

A few minutes later, she stood at the entrance of Jack's penthouse, looking slightly perturbed as she took in Ross and Riley, already settled in, and Caitria, Alec, and Jensen making themselves comfortable. Already she was beginning to regret her decision to socialise. "Hello."


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Faced with Wren's potty mouth and accusing finger, Jensen backed into the elevator, hands up in mock surrender, though her unrepentant grin said otherwise. "No need for that kind of language," she feigned disapproval, still laughing.

She shut up quick, letting Wren rant about the simulation, wincing in sympathy when Wren revealed her healing wounds. As someone possessing regenerative healing, Jensen understood all too well what a bitch it was to have to heal wounds, convenient as that power was.

"So, fuck you both." Wren's tirade ended the same way it began - with an expletive levelled at both Alec and Jensen.

"Very compelling argument, especially with the bookending. I just have one question, though - if we," and here she indicated Alec and herself, "didn't have to punch a truckload of simulated goons to get a fancy invitation, are we still invited to that gala?" Not that she minded it much, a fancy dress party sounded as good an excuse as any to have a bit of fun outside of training. Although, given the temperament that the Joneses were known for, maybe Mycroft had more than good reason to not want her hanging around people from the United Nations.

Jensen trailed behind Wren into Murdock's penthouse, leaning on a bar stool beside Ross. She smirked, noting the way his eyelids and head drooped in tandem. "Trade you a bit of bourbon for some of whatever Murdock's serving?" she offered, wiggling her hip flask of Wild Goose beside Ross's face. She took a bite out of her muffin, scattering crumbs on the floor, and held that out to him too, feeling uncharacteristically generous after everyone else had endured a simulation that she'd gotten to skip out on. "Not exactly a morning bird, are you?" She ignored the movement at the door that heralded Petra's arrival, not being familiar with the witch.


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ImageRiley stretched out on the floor, shoving the pillow under his head to cushion it as Ross lamented his lack of a date. Was it Riley's imagination, then, or did Ross look briefly regretful? Whatever it was, it was gone as quickly as it had come.

"You could go with meh? We'd be the sexiest couple there... I mean look at meh."

"Amen to that," Riley agreed, raising an arm as though he was making an invisible toast. "Everyone's going to be jealous of me. The girls will send me hate mail. The guys will slam me against lockers." He paused, considering the school's lack of lockers. "Mycroft will install lockers for the express purpose of letting guys slam me against them."

The door opened, and Riley rolled his eyes as high as they could go, trying to see who it was. Blonde hair, and a cool voice - no mistaking who that was. Caitria. Riley managed a sleepy smile in her direction, and closed his eyes again, pushing Jack's voice out of his head. It wasn't really much of his business who Ross invited here, as long as he got food and a nice place to rest his head.

Forceful footsteps jolted Riley out of his peaceful slumber, each step radiating across the floor and into his head. He groaned, pushing himself into a sitting position. "Hey, let a guy sleep in peace," he complained in Wren's general direction as she burst into the room, though for all the attention she paid him he might as well have been a fly buzzing around outside the window. Two more people followed behind her, and Riley raised a hand in greeting as he recognised Jensen and Alec.

"Watch the door for me, okay? And make sure Ross doesn't invite the Avengers next." Riley's eyes opened when Jack's voice sounded somewhere near his face - oh, food! He took the plate carefully from Jack, digging a fork into the plate's contents. "For this, I'll throw Ross off the roof if you wanted me to," he agreed. "Although you gotta admit it'd be cool to eat breakfast with Captain America, eh?" he called after Jack's departing back, before remembering that his father was one of the Avengers. "Oh wait, maybe not my dad... Yeah, okay, boss."

Still firmly planted on the floor, Riley began eating, keeping an eye on the door like Jack asked him to. When it opened again to reveal Petra Maximoff, of all people, he almost choked on his eggs, staring in disbelief. Petra? Answering Ross's breakfast invitation. Gosh.

"Oh, uh, hey!" He waved at her, smiling. "There's food there, you can - help yourself..." He trailed off, realising the disconcerted expression on her face, and got to his feet, careful not to tip his plate too far. "They're only interested in the food. Go on, grab a bite and sit down," he invited warmly.

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He couldn't do more than agree with Andrew. He had said it all to the point of Mycroft being unconventional to none of them being his precise definition of civilized adults. Ulrich muttered his agreement here and there but where he was most surprised was in Andrew's ability to make a joke out of his own insatiable beast form.
"Basically, this gala won't be pretty." Andrew concluded.
"Yeah, that sounds like an understatement," Ulrich noted and grinned too as they both undersold all the wrongs that could happen.

Ulrich assumed it was a more delicate subject by the way others gave mercy to it or tip toed around it, and really who did want an uncontrollable beast in their halls. He was almost afraid to change the good-natured discussion they were sharing but curiosity got the better of him. "So this beast form of yours...is it insatiable for blood and destruction?"
He shrugged innocently. Whether Andrew answered or not was up to him.

"I don't know much about this other form of yours. I kind of only have myths to go off so sorry if it seems...."
Ulrich pondered on the word, "intrusive?" He tested the word on the tip of his tongue. "And is it really true there's no way to call you back? That once this other thing takes over, Andrew as we know him is gone?" Ulrich kept his voice passive but inside maybe there was a pang of guilt. Of sympathy.

After a moment or two he shook himself out of it. "So what's on your agenda? Are you going to Jack's breakfast thing?" He pointed upwards, towards the floors above and the commotion they entailed about the younger devil. "I think he's having an open breakfast club thing. I'll go if you go. But if you don't go, I might look like less of a pretentious jerk." Ulrich flashed a smile to his company.



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"Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that's not the right question. The question is: are we living a life that is worth the harm?"

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"You heard mum's Canary Call, wanna hear my Siren Scream?"

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