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Zozo Zatara

"Siht retcarahc teehs sdeen krow, tub s'ti enod."

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a character in “Descendant Academy”, as played by katyisaladybug

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"Hey, pay attention to me! I'm fascinating!"
- Zatanna Zatara




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n i c k n a m e s x // x he's accumulated many over the years. there's zozo (his preferred nickname at the moment), zo, zolt, zoltie, zoey, lightning bolt zolt (like from that legend of korra show) and his personal favorite, demon monkey. also, his mom calls him boy wonder. (just like his father.)

a g e x // x25

g e n d e r x // xgenderqueer, but still goes by he/him/his pronouns. (he tried they/them/theirs pronouns in college, but they didn't feel quite right.)

s e x u a l i t y x // xhomosexual

o r i g i n x // xhe calls new york city his home, but he's lived all over the place.

s p e c i e s x // xhuman, of the homo magi variety.

c l a s s i f i c a t i o n x // xlevel 9 — mystical






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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x5'11''

w e i g h t x // x159 lbs.

h a i r x // xLong and always unkempt. He enjoys using his powers as a means to alter his appearance, so some days his mane will trail down to the back of his nape while other weeks he'll keep it shoulder-length. His hair is raven black like his mother's and father's. It glints blue in the moonlight.

e y e s x // xWhere they lack in color (a boring brown hue), they make up for in shape. Fox-like, his eyes give off a sly, mischievous aura. Both pupils always dart to-and-fro, as his short attention span and curiosity overwhelm his ability to focus.

o d d i t i e s x // xZozo has quite a few tattoos. There's a pentagram etched between his thumb and index finger, a steampunk butterfly spread across his back, and an entire landscape inked upon both feet. There's even a viking compass located on his ribcage. It's his favorite, considering he's travelled the world and is always off exploring "uncharted territory".

a p p e a r a n c e x // xTo put a long story short, he really doesn't give a shit. Zozo's the kind of guy who will come to class in footie pajamas for all he cares. Maybe a tiara and a feather boa if it's a Saturday. Most of the time he's donning jeans and a graphic tee or shorts and a vibrant jacket. On rare occasions, he'll wear eyeliner. Zozo's paler than a sheet of paper and acquires a pencil-thin posture to match. His nose is pretty...normal, really, while his sharp smile cuts deeper than a knifepoint. Both dark eyebrows are expressive and oddly flexible. He never stutters, never stumbles on his words. He's quite smooth despite his clumsiness, and his attire, as well as his demeanor, reflect that universally acknowledged truth.






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P O W E R S

m a g i cx // x As a homo magi, Zozo can cast an incredible number of spells, which he usually does by speaking backwards as a tribute to his mother. This, however, is not always necessary for him to cast spells. His magic allows him to control the elements (fire, wind, water, and earth - including plant life), use telepathic powers (mind reading, memory wiping), and manifest other special powers like sense magic, telekinesis, probability manipulation, and so much more.


P R O F I C I E N C I E S

p e r f o r m i n gx // x Having travelled the world as a stage magician and studying theatre in college, Zozo knows how to use his stage presence to his advantage. He can actually deceive people using his acting abilities, and has a wide range of voices and impersonations at his disposal. He's known for his killer Mycroft and Coulson impersonations.
f l e x i b l ex // x Thanks to yoga and lanky limbs, he's double-jointed, dexterous, and very good at backflips.
t a r o t xr e a d i n gx // x A wonderful party trick and a means to make money whenever he's running low.
e s c a p e xa r t i s tx // xComes with the trade of being a magician. Having looked up to Houdini as a kid, Zozo knows how to pick locks, escape from straitjackets and survive inside fish-tanks. he's done these things and many more in performance. His broad knowledge of escapology comes in handy whenever he's in a perilous situation.



W E A K N E S S E S

d y s l e x i ax // x Zozo can cast ANY SPELL he wants just by speaking backwards. HOWEVER, his dyslexia keeps him from saying spells quickly, or in some cases, correctly.
a c a d e m i c sx // x He was home-schooled until age eighteen and then left college as a dropout. (He'll tell you he quit, but really his grades were down-the-drain awful.) So when you see zozo in class, there's a good chance he'll be asleep.
c l u m s y x // x He's such a klutz, he somehow manages to trip UP the stairs. Fortunately, he's good at laughing his mistakes off.



F E A R S

c o m m i t m e n tx // x He's just not the kind of guy who likes to be locked down in something, whether that's a job, relationship, or a hobby. If he's going to pledge himself to something, it needs to be dynamic.
l o n e l i n e s sx // x It's never been a problem for him so he's scared to know what it's like.
c l o w n sx // x Just....no.




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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Every story needs a wild card - a puckish sprite to entertain the masses while the rest of the characters go off and do something actually productive. Zozo's always been that guy at the academy: the misbehaving troublemaker who talks way too much and can't grasp the concept of what's an "appropriate" April Fool's joke. He's extroverted, charming, and wonderfully charismatic. That spontaneous guy you want dancing by your side at a rave? Yup, that's Zozo. The same guy who wakes up in strange places every morning, who once started an indoor soccer game in the middle of the hallway just before class commenced. (You're welcome, Mycroft.) He brightens up a room simply by walking into it. But there's more to him than just being the comedic relief, the manic pixie dream boy, or the guy who always gets the last word...

There's an unsettlingly mysterious side to Zozo Zatara. Interestingly, although it's easy for him to know what's happening inside other people's heads, it's impossible to know what's inside his, or how he really feels about you. Yes, he has been known to befriend people one day and change his mind about them the next. He's a Gemini, sue him. Like a feather in the wind, Zozo is flimsy. Sometimes even superficial. Gossipy. Disingenuous. Ruled by emotions, just like his mother. Some find it difficult to trust him, and rightfully so. He's not ordinary, even in the broadest sense of the word. But he is loyal. The thing is, because he's so magnetic, the layman has a hard time differentiating charisma from true interest. It may seem like you're the best of friends, but in Zozo's head, you're still strangers. The good news is you'll know when he deems you a special part of his life. He has ways of making that clear.

He eats confidence for breakfast, walks like he's in a spotlight. Maybe it's because his mother spoiled him despite their rough situation, or because he wakes up to "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson every morning. (Alarm clocks are earth's most underrated treasures. If you hate yours, it's because you're using it wrong.) Call it selfishness, call it pride, but Zozo's one of those guys who won't apologize for who he is, how he thinks, or who he chooses to love. He wants to be himself, not someone else. It disheartens him to see so many people blanket themselves underneath insecurity. When he is certain someone is hiding their true self, he'll want nothing more than to break through the ice with a pick made of attention. It's like a challenge to him, an addiction. Pulling people up from rock bottom is what he does best. But because he's a runner, he'll often leave his patients in the dust once he's done with them. That's why it's dangerous to depend on him. Zozo is loyal, yes, but not reliable. He may not stay forever. Alcohol is fun in moderation, while too much of its consumption is toxic. The same thing applies to a friendship, romance, or rivalry with Zozo.

Still, he's the most open-minded, tolerant guy at the academy. He doesn't give a shit in the best way. People have flaws, but they're still inherently good. Call it looking on the bright side, but Zozo believes it's just appreciating this little thing called life. Pressure is nothing to him, because he knows its beatable. (After all, he's evaded death multiple times during his shows.) He's like a sour patch kid: tart and vivacious on the outside while sweet and smooth inside. Whatever happens, happens. He'll just keep on seizing the day.





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H I S T O R Y


Daddy issues? Never. The love of his mother's life, that guy who so graciously donated his sperm to give Zozo existence, was killed by accident before he got a chance to see his son. So much for a father figure to look up to. Instead Zozo looked down upon his name, etched onto a gravestone in Gotham City's depressing cemetery.

Normal life in a small town and even smaller school? Nope. Zatanna took her little boy with her while she traveled the globe, performing in magic shows to make a living. She told him it was a dream come true and an alternative to working in the Justice League while a babysitter watched tiny Zoltar. It was really just a means for her to rediscover herself and relieve the pains of heartbreak and grief. He learned from a young age that the world was his oyster. After all, he couldn't say he was homeschooled if he didn't have a permanent place to call home.

No one to talk to besides his mother? False. He was an extroverted chatterbox, even as a chubby little seven-year-old. He could make friends anywhere. Strangers on park benches, the guys that worked the lights in his mom's shows, pigeons...he mastered the art of being magnetic at a young age. No wonder why, as soon as he could pick up magic himself, he received raucous rounds of applause whenever he acted as his mother's assistant. Then he started his own magic shows. "Zoltar The Great" was his act, and it was so good, it was broadcasted on national television, on one of those reality shows similar to America's Got Talent. He made some good money for a while and then fell into obscurity once puberty hit, because he was no longer baby-faced. Only pimply and knobby-kneed. God forbid he tried to keep entertaining the masses while sporting a deeper voice and peach fuzz. No other direction to turn, he knew then it was time to grow up.

Hard adolescence? Well, only the later years. College was a bitch, as he expected. Dyslexia made things difficult of course, and then there was the football team, who felt uncomfortable knowing he was screwing the quarterback in the broom closet on Wednesdays and Fridays. Why no one gave a fuck about the fact he had multiple one-night-stands with his Gen Ed professors in order to get straight A's, he never knew. But whatever. At least he was in the theatre geek crowd, and the theatre geek crowd was loving, accepting, and safe. (And gay. Wonderfully gay.) He was the star of every cabaret night, every Chekhov play the school produced. He was famous and infamous at the same time. "Zozo Zatara? Oh he's a prodigy here! A real staple of our school" the dean would say. "Zozo Zatara? He's an asshole. A slutty, lanky asshole," the underclassmen would groan.

Eventually he stopped giving a shit about his comical grades and his real/fake friends and his reputation and just dropped out of college. His mom wasn't too pleased, even though he was spending his essay-less days traveling the country, performing Houdini-inspired acts for the public. Luckily Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark were there to save the mother and son's waning relationship with...an envelope. An invitation rather. To Descendant Academy: a school for superpowered freaks just like him. With this letter came a new purpose, a new pathway for him.

And is Zozo Zatara happy where he is now? No. Not happy. That's not the word he'd use. Rather, delighted would be a more accurate adjective. There are many funny and kind-of-tragic stories littered between the big moments of his life, but it makes him ecstatic to know many more stories will be written at DA. And they'll be better. They'll be out of the ordinary, just like his memories. Just like his identity.





h e x c o d e x // x #B048B5 x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x ezra miller x // x c r e a t o r x // x katyisaladybug x // x c s x // x Scar.-

So begins...

Zozo Zatara's Story

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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.

Compose text message to : The Cool Descendants
"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: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: Jensen Jones 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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Caitria raised an eyebrow at the silence that followed her arrival. Jack looked like he didn't have a clue what was going on or why the blonde just strutted into his penthouse. Suddenly, Caitria caught a flicker of realization on Murdock's face. "What did you do now, McCulloch?" he groaned. Ross probably invited the entire academy to Jack's penthouse, Caitria realized. How did Jack not predict that out of Ross McCulloch?

Caitria caught sight of a familiar ginger as Jack started a short little spiel. "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-"

Caitria winced as Wren spoke up, which resulted with Jack slamming into refrigerator. He quickly attempted to gather his composure. "Heyyyyy..." Caitria realized what was happening, praying that this would work out for Murdock and hopefully, he would have his ass brutally rejected.

Caitria snatched up one of the eggs benedict, spearing her fork through the egg and English muffin. The blonde heard the door open as someone new arrived. She turned around, stealing a glance at the newcomer. Caitria wasn't going to lie, she was definitely surprised when she saw Petra walk into the penthouse next. "Hey, Petra," she greeted. Caitria thought it was a bit awkward; she and Petra didn't talk to each other much.
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"Yeah, that sounds like an understatement," Ulrich agreed.

There was a short moment of silence before Ulrich brought up a topic that Andrew, in all honesty, was expecting. "So this beast form of yours...is it insatiable for blood and destruction? 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 paused for a moment, "...intrusive? 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?"

Andrew sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's a bit difficult to explain," Andrew told the other man, "but I can try. I can't blame you for being curious.

"My father is Patrick Mulligan, but at the same time, my father is Toxin. Patrick Mulligan and Toxin are two different beings, but that does not mean I have two fathers; I only have one. Patrick Mulligan is a host for Toxin, but since both are my one father, it doesn't work like that for me. My body isn't a host for another being. When my beast form is triggered, I'm not in the right mind, but I'm still Andrew Mulligan. Unfortunately, I can't control myself when my beast form is activated. I've always wanted to learn how to control it, but that takes trial and error, and that process...well, I'm not going to lie, it does kind of freak me out. I have to trigger my beast form with absolutely no control over it, in order to train for having control over my beast form."
Andrew laughed. "That's a big contradiction."

Ulrich stayed silent for a couple seconds before changing the topic. "So what's on your agenda? Are you going to Jack's breakfast thing? 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.

Andrew chuckled. "You bet I'm gonna go," he said. "I have a feeling that McCulloch invited everybody to Jack's place without him knowing. It's too late to take that message back, though. Half the academy is probably already flocking to Murdock's penthouse as we speak."
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"And me," Thaleia furrowed her brows with displeasure at Zoltar Zatara's energetic smile. "Good evening-morning Thaleia."

"It's just morning," Thaleia deadpanned. She disdainfully watched Zozo clear the liquid out of his waterlogged phone with a spell, a faint scowl on her lips. She wasn't too fond of people who constantly used their magic or superpowers; Thaleia felt that it made them either lazy, flippant, or both. Thaleia nursed her beer as Zozo checked his device.

"OH MY GOD WHAT THERE'S A PARTY AT MURDOCK'S!" Thaleia cringed at the volume. "What else happened while I was asleep? Why is everyone up so goddamn early this morning?"

Thaleia raised an eyebrow, scoffing slightly. How could Zozo not know what happened?

Just as Thaleia thought that, realization flickered over Zatara's face. "Wait. Don't tell me," he slapped his forehead. "There was a simulation wasn't there? And I missed it..." the brunette man groaned, sinking beneath the water.

Thaleia took a swig of her beer before staring down at where wisps of Zozo's brown hair floated to the surface of the pool. "How could you not know about the simulation?" she commented dryly. "JARVIS was the messenger...and you know. Computer systems."

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"Very compelling argument, especially with the bookending. I just have one question, though - if we," Jensen said motioning to herself and Alex. "didn't have to punch a truckload of simulated goons to get a fancy invitation, are we still invited to that gala?"

Wren shrugged her shoulders. "I don't see why not... Mycroft seems to get personal enjoyment out of torturing us. Only makes sense that he'd force you all to go to. I think it was just a sick fucking joke that he made that our reward for finishing the simulation." She scratched her head with a sigh. "I mean, do you really wanna risk baldy's wrath?"

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"Hey, that doesn't come cheap, y'know. Save some for the rest of us, Wrenpool..."

"Oh, please. I'll go kill a pig for you if it's that big of a deal." Wren laughed softly towards him while taking another bite of bacon. Jack's eyes remained on her as he took a bite of her stolen bacon.

"Damn, I'm a good cook...Anyways, yes. I know you're all right. You've made that apparent many times now..." Jack replied in response to her comment about being fine. Yes, she might have said this numerous times now, but she never some someone so worried about her. She has a healing factor... Healing. She remained seated on the counter, watching Jack as he prepared the food her cooked, her teddy bear slippers swinging back and forth. Wren's gaze drifted over towards the growing mass inside Murdock's penthouse.

Her attention was drawn back to Jack when he talked towards her yet again. "...But that's not what I wanted to ask you. Mind if we talk in private? Far from this madding crowd..."

Wren's brows furrowed as she pursed her lips. "...Ok?" She pushed off the counter, hopping down to the ground. She waited by the end of the counter, staring down at her hands as Jack brought food to Riley.

Wren made a funny face towards Jensen and Alec as Jack led her down the dark hallway, away from the rest of the crowd. When they came to a stop outside his bedroom, she glanced over his shoulder towards his room. "You know, I'm not one for morals... But, maybe our first time shouldn't be while you have a bunch of guests... I'm a bit of a screamer," she whispered with a teasing, yet seductive tone and eyebrow wiggle.

Her more playful manner slowly faded when Jack's tone was more serious as he began talking. "So uh...I really enjoyed working with you. You saved my ass today and I'm grateful for that." Jack looked over his shoulder towards the crowd, like he was checking to make sure no one was eaves dropping. "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?"

"It's a gala—" Wren froze mid sentence, mouth a gape when she realized what exactly he asked her. She raised her hand up to brush back loose hairs from her face as she tried to find the words. It wasn't often that people actually made her speechless, if even for a moment.

"Horns... I'm basically a walking shield. It would have been stupid, dumb... And well... Yeah, dumb if I didn't protect you from the grenade I threw. It only makes sense, I'm bulletproof. You're not..." Wren's voice trailed off. Jack's invitation seemed like it was because she saved his life that he invited her. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. But she didn't want pity, especially from him. Wren had no clue what their flirtations meant, but something in her stomach knotted... She wanted the invitation to be genuine but was scared it wasn't. Before she could fight it, her shields started going up.

"The whole gala thing is to prove to the U.N. that we are good people and don't deserve a leash... but, Jack I'm not a good person." She shrugged her shoulders before leaning back on the wall opposite of him. "By dictionary definition I'm a bigger villain than Mirror wizard... Has he ever killed anyone? I have... I've done more illegal things than the metal whisperer and gentle venom giant combined."

After a long pause, Wren sighed. "I'm the exact type of person that needs a leash like Thaddeus Ross wants to put on us..." Her gaze drifted up to meet his. "Jack you're a good person... Son of a hero with a moral compass that could rival the man of steel. You should go to the gala with someone who will make the academy and yourself look good. Not a trigger happy basket case."

Although Wren's words were genuine... more genuine than she usually is, her heart beat and sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach made her wonder if she said the right thing. It wasn't often that she actually vocalized what she is. She is the daughter of Wade Wilson, in all forms of the word. The academy is the only reason she hasn't been arrested. The one thing she hated more, was that fucking bat ears over there could probably see right through her facade just based on her heart beat and breathing... He made lying and emotions so complicated.



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Tobias glanced over towards the pool, taking a drink of his beer. His gaze met Zozo's just before the brunette screamed...
Loudly. "AAAAHHHHH!!!" He snorted as he swallowed his drink, watching Oz splash around like a cat in a bath tub. "FUCK! FUCK THAT'S COLD! TOBY, YOU COULD'VE MADE YOUR PRESENCE KNOWN IN A LESS TRAUMATIC WAY! NOW I'M FUCKING DROWNING LOOK WHAT YOU'VE-"

As Zozo made his way up to the surface of the water Tobias finished his drink. His gaze drifted sideways, noticing the pair of sunglasses that settled themselves at the bottom of the deep end. With a wave of his left index and middle finger, the glasses rose up through the water, and rested themselves on the ground beside their owner. "Just kidding. I've been swimming since the diaper days."

"You've always had a flare for the dramatics," Tobias said as he leaned back in the lawn chair.

"Okay. So I know what you're thinking..." Tobias looked over at Zozo, crossing his arms behind his head, listening to what was going to be a speech... Or something along those lines.

"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." Oz's gaze drifted up to the sky while Tobias' brows furrowed. "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..."

Tobias sat up, letting his legs all to either side of elongated seat of the lounge chair. His elbows rested on his knees, scratching the back of his head with his right hand. "You can't say anything underwater, Oz."

"I think the more delicious question is, what are you, Toby the Hermit, doing on the rooftop during the wee hours of the morning?"

A very feint flick of a smile tugged at the corner of Tobias' mouth at 'Toby the Hermit'. "You know I don't like socializing... or people."

"Something wicked this way walks."

Tobias glanced back over his shoulder in time to make eye contact with Thaleia. "Oh, it's you."

"I was here first," he replied as deadpanned as she did.

"And me!" Zozo grinned. "Good evening-morning Thaleia."

"It's just morning." Tobias kind of sided with Oz on that one. It didn't feel like morning. Technicalities didn't help it.

He watched as the swimmer dried out his soaked phone. The second that it was dry it vibrated in Zozo's hand. "OH MY GOD WHAT THERE'S A PARTY AT MURDOCK'S!" Tobias reached into his pocket, pulling out his own phone, illuminating the screen. To no surprise there was no message in his own phone. Not that it mattered, he probably wouldn't go anyways. But sometimes he couldn't help but wish he was more included... Who was he kidding, with a father like his.

Zozo's voice quickly snapped him out of his own mind. "What else happened while I was asleep? Why is everyone up so goddamn early this morning?" Tobias parted his lips to answer but was cut off by Zozo's own realization. "Wait. Don't tell me." Facepalm. "There was a simulation wasn't there? And I missed it..."

Tobias watched as Zozo sunk back down into the pool. His gaze then shifted over to Thaleia's less that pleasing tone. "How could you not know about the simulation? JARVIS was the messenger...and you know. Computer systems."

"You didn't miss anything Oz... Besides a gala. Mycroft wants us all to put on happy faces and prove we don't need laws and leashes." Tobias stood up and walked back over to the bar, grabbing another beer. Without a sideways glance, the bottle cap popped off and he caught it in his free hand. "Oh, did I say 'us'... I'm not invited." He took a long drink from the bottle, then leaned his elbows against the bar.

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Frankie looked towards her door when she heard a knock. "Frankie, I'm coming in."

She moved to her tippy toes, grabbing a third coffee cup. Frankie glanced over her shoulder towards Zach with a soft smile. "Hey! You're back!" She grabbed the fresh pot of coffee and proceeded to pour the three of them a fresh cup. "Cream is in the fridge... And sugar..." She walked over to the island, grabbing the sugar cup. "Is right here." Frankie smiled to them both as she started scooping sugar into her cup.

"Glad to see you, little Spidey. Same to you, Nate. How's the simulation been for both of you? Too bad I miss it though."

Frankie leaned back against the counter, blowing on her coffee before taking a sip. Her gaze drifted towards Nate then back to Zach. "Good. It was a hydra base... Proud to say we got through it without setting off the alarm. That's easy for people like Xavier or Caitria... But we still did it, the hard way." She tapped her fingers against her coffee mug.

"Oh, and there's a gala tomorrow... Er, tonight?" Her brows furrowed as she looked towards Nate for clarification. "Mycroft had J.A.R.V.I.S. wake us up at like 3 a.m. for the simulation." She yawned, raising a hand to scratch the back of her head. "My times are all messed up now." She smiled sheepishly. "But, apparently Thaddeus Ross and a bunch of U.N. people will be here... They want to control us like they tried with the Avengers. So, apparently we need to prove why we don't need that."

Frankie waved it off like a fly. She didn't want to think about the gala and the stress of impressing them all. "Anyways, how was your flight?"



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

Ross made a mocking face towards Jack, but it was interrupted by a yawn. He chuckled at Jack's obvious disgust at the suggestion of Ross going with Riley. He glanced back over towards his friend who seemed more than happy with the arrangement. "Amen to that," he said 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... Mycroft will install lockers for the express purpose of letting guys slam me against them."

"Aye'll kick their arses if they do," Ross said with a wink towards Riley.

Ross' head turned towards the door when there was a knock. "I'm letting myself in." Then the door opened and in came Caitria. "Hope you're all decent."

"Was eh supposed to be... not decent?" Ross patted his clothes teasingly like he should have been caught half naked or something.

"What did you do now, McCulloch?"

Ross put on his innocent Puss in Boots face as he turned to face Jack. "Who? Meh? Eh did nothin'..." He put his hands up innocently.

"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-" Jack's rant was cut off when a talkative red head came through the door, bringing along her equally unique friends. He couldn't help but snort back a laugh as Jack knocks magnets off his fridge. The boy should get his crush tattooed on his forehead... It's that obvious.

Ross glanced over just in time to see Jensen lean against the bar stool beside him. He nodded his head towards her while he yawned, unable to audibly say hello. "Trade you a bit of bourbon for some of whatever Murdock's serving?"

He didn't hesitate to take a nice long swing from the flask Jensen offered. He shook off a shiver as he spun the cap back on. When she offered her muffin towards him, Ross took it from her. "Not exactly a morning bird, are you?"

"You should try wakin' up at 3 in da mornin' fer a simulation... Fuckin' sucks." Ross took a large bite out of the muffin before handing it back to Jensen. He nearly choked on the bite of bread when he saw Petra walk through the door. Out of everyone he texted, he didn't expect her to join them. He smiled towards her with crumbs on his mouth. "Red, hey." He waved his hand towards her. Without a moments hesitation, he stumbled off the bar stool he sat on offering it to her seeing as how the seating around the penthouse was quickly being filled up. "You can have meh seat."

In the blink of an eye Xavier was seated beside Ross, causing the Scot to nearly get dizzy from whiplash. Man was he too tired for this. Strange set on a bottle on the counter in front of him. Ross blinked back sleepiness from his eyes as he tried to focus on the label. "Romanee-Conti DRC 1990?"

Ross rubbed his eyes, fighting a yawn. "Will et wake meh up?" He smirked sheepishly. His gaze then shifted to Petra. "Wanna glass, Red?" Then looked towards Jensen. "Jones?"

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Phoebe Prince Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan Character Portrait: Wynne Worthington Character Portrait: Jensen Jones Character Portrait: Alec Constantine Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Santos Character Portrait: Jack Murdock Character Portrait: Xavier Strange Character Portrait: Zachary Drake Character Portrait: Mia Cage Character Portrait: Zozo Zatara Character Portrait: Jimmy Storm
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It suffices to say, that Wren wasn't expecting Jack to take what she said so literally. Well, that's what she gets for putting her foot in her big ass mouth. Whatever. Maybe there was some truth in her words. She wasn't the type of person a 'better' hero should be going with. Hell, she's probably one of the people on Thaddeus Ross' list of supes to keep an eye on.

"Maybe I shouldn't go?" Wren muttered to herself as she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her torso.

"Ms. Wilson, may I remind you that the mentors expect everyone's presence tonight," J.A.R.V.I.S. interjected in his usual creepy computer way.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Wren took a second towel, ruffling as much water out of her hair as possible. She wrapped the towel around her head, and began to brush her teeth. With a mouth full of tooth paste, she continued to complain to herself, trying to figure out a way to get of this damn gala. It's safe to say, she came to no such conclusion.

She spit into the sink with a disgusted groan. "Fuck."

Wren walked back to her bedroom, snatching up her cell phone from her bed. She stood there, staring at the blank screen way longer than what would have been necessary. It was in that moment that Wren truly realized how small her circle of friends was. She raised her free hand to pinch the bridge of her nose as she took a deep breath, laughing weakly.

After composing herself, she swiped through her contacts.

Compose text message to : Speedy Gonzales
"You've just been promoted to my date. The color is red if we wanna be total lesbos and dress to match. Be there in 30."

Wren chucked her phone on her bed, before heading back to her bathroom. Being as low maintenance as Wren was, she didn't feel the need to do anything extravagant with her hair and makeup. Plus, it's not like she knew how to do anything fancy anyways. It wasn't like she was going to this Gala to find a husband or something. The mentors were lucky that she was trying to make a decent enough impression. That was enough.

With her hair in some semblance of an updo, Wren made her way to her closet. She made sure she had an evening gown in case the occasion was called for... Or, she felt like the need to be way over the top for no apparent reason. "I guess I should dress like a somewhat sophisticated female," Wren groaned, pulling the dress off the hanger. It took her twice as long as it did to do her hair, just to get into the damned dress. The worst part of it was the giraffe shoes. She'd be lucky if she didn't fall at least once throughout the evening.

She was about to head out of her penthouse, but stopped mid step. Wren felt... naked. She hurried back over to her weapons closet. It took her awhile to find the sleek silhouette thigh gun holster. She never had a need for concealed carry. Everyone knew Wren was more of a loud and proud, wave my guns in your face, type. But, this would do.

Wren velcroed the holster around her upper thigh. As she grabbed the small pistol and started holstering it, J.A.R.V.I.S. chimed in, "Apologies Ms. Wilson, but the mentors have instructed a strict 'no weapons' policy for the entirety of the Gala."

Wren groaned, slamming the gun on the table in front of her, then ripped the holster off. "We can't just trust everyone who walks through the doors to not try something, J.A.R.V.I.S. We're going to have every U.N. official, Thaddeus Ross, and a majority of superhuman forces in the same building at once. That's a fucking jackpot."

"I believe the mentors see all the academy members as weapons in themselves. They have the utmost confidence in all the students' abilities to defend the academy and everyone in it."

Wren snorted, pivoting on her heels and walking towards her door. "No they don't, J.A.R.V.I.S. They don't trust us." With that, she exited her apartment, slamming the door behind her.

She made her way down towards the elevator. It took Wren a couple strides to get the hand of the long hem, and large slit in her dress. She occasionally got her heel clipped on the train of her gown. She sighed as she pressed the button for the elevator, adjusting the skirt. "Get your shit together, Wren. It's just a fucking dress."

Wren took the elevator to Caitria's floor, seeming to finally have a handle of her gown as she walked down the hallway. She gave a knock on the door, before calling out to her friend. "Your knight in plush velvet gown is here. Ready to break hearts and be bored out of our minds?"




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"I was officially uninvited... Mycroft made that pretty clear," Tobias said into his phone as he stood in front of a floor to ceiling window that looked out over the bay. His left arm was stretched over his head, forearm pressed against the cool glass.

"Tobias," Mystique said on the other end of the call. "That's discrimination. They can't exclude you because of your father.

"Mom, they already have. They do it all the time. Sometimes I just want to be the monster they see... It'd be easier that way."

"You can't think that way... Toby, you have a kind heart. I just wish other people could see that."

Tobias looked down, scratching at his bare abdomen with a sigh. He softly tapped his foot on the ground, but didn't know what to say in response. He knew Mystique was trying to make him feel better, but days like that day... It was harder to believe that he was so different from his father.

"Tobias?"

"...I'm here."

Mystique sighed. "Honey, I think you should go with Petra, like she offered. If you were like your father, you wouldn't be so upset about not being invited. Go to the Gala, and show everyone... Including that dumbass Mycroft why you are part of the academy. Show them your—"

Mystique was cut off. Shuffling and mumbling could be heard on the other side of the line. "Mystique?... Mom?"

"Mom? She didn't bear you."

Tobias instantly felt a pit grow in his stomach. A clammy sensation began to cover his palms as he clenched his fists. "Oh, it's you."

"Now, is that anyway to greet your father?" Tobias didn't reply. "Well, if you ask my opinion... I agree with Mystique."

"What are you talking about?"

"Go to this gala... Show them that you are this golden boy. Nothing like your wretched father."

Tobais' brows furrowed, nostrils flared. What in the hell was he talking about? There was always an ulterior motive with Magneto. But it was just a mask. A facade, that he was using to guilt trip Tobias, or use reverse psychology on him.

"That is what you want after all..." Then, as if flipping a switch Erik's voice changed back to the monster Tobias was all too familiar with. "Tobias, you are not in line to be in the Avengers, X-men or Justice League. They don't want you. No one does... No one, but me. The Brotherhood is your home. And you will be part of this family, and perform your role spectacularly. Or, so help me."

Tobias pushed off the window, and began pacing around his room. "You will listen to me son, and listen well. I'm tired of hearing you complain to Mystique with your struggles like your some teenager in High School. You will do what you were sent there to do and that is that. Cross me and I'll send you Raven's head in a box. Do you hear me boy?"

His hands were shaking. The rattling of metal around him rang in his ears. He clenched his jaw, inhaling sharply. "Tobias Lehn—"

"I got it!" Tobias hissed.

"Oh you do? Prove it." Tobias' heart skipped a beat. No, not this. Anything but this. "I want you to kill Thaddeus Ross. You have until midnight, or you'll never hear from Mystique again."

Click. The line went dead. Tobias closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them, his phone was in pieces in his palm. He turned to face his apartment, sighing when everything was in disarray. He brought his hand up to rub his temples. Magneto made Tobias' blood boil. He knew exactly how to manipulate him to do whatever he wanted. He refused to kill Thaddeus. Doing something like that would ruin everything the academy has worked so hard for. But if he didn't... He'd kill Mystique.

Tobias wanted nothing more to be able to talk to someone... Maybe, Petra. But at the academy the walls have ears, or J.A.R.V.I.S. He'd be lucky if the computer didn't hack and record his phone call. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, worse than he had been since he arrived at the academy. He slammed his hand into the wall, letting his gaze fall the small table in front of him. Sitting perfectly center, untouched by his temper infused wage, was a corsage.

He stared at it for a long moment. "Fuck it." Tobias stormed off towards his room, changing into the tuxedo he had laid out. He checked his appearance in the mirror, scooped up the corsage and headed out the door. He checked his watch as he took the stairs down a few flights until he reached Petra's floor. What in the hell was he doing? It was like that day, he was destined to piss every single person off... Aside from Petra. He'd figure the rest out later.

When he reached her door, he gave it a gentle knock. Then waited patiently. Once the door opened, Tobias held out the corsage, giving a slight smile. "I uh... Didn't know what color you'd wear, so I figured white would work." He held out his free hand for a moment, before slowly taking her right hand. He took the Calla Lily corsage out of the box and placed it on her wrist. "I also have a weird question... Can I borrow your phone?"

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Frankie had been dressed and ready to go for awhile. Unlike some of the other students at the academy, she had been trying to strategize how to make the best impression on Thaddeus Ross. This was an important evening. It could set their future for the rest of their lives. Although she understands the need for control, it wouldn't work. Heroes... Vigilantes... They have to work above the law. It's a flawed system but any other way wouldn't work.

Look at the police, FBI, CIA... They all work under laws and rules, and they can't do everything that needs to be done. That's where we come in. We handle what can't be handle by anyone else. But, the second we're on a leash, out power goes away. Of course, Frankie couldn't say that to them. It'd make her look reckless and against the law.

It's a fine line to walk. In the end, Frankie decided she should just... Be herself. Just show that she is a good person, and hope that is enough. What else could she do? One wrong word or opinion and that could tie the noose.

"Ms. Parker?" The computer's voice snapped her out of her own thoughts.

"Yes, J.A.R.V.I.S.?"

"The mentors have requested that you be present when our guests arrive."

Frankie's brows furrowed, and the nerves finally hit their full level. "Wait... What? I thought they wanted us to arrive afterwards... And—" She could hear the anxiousness in her voice.

"I believe they think it'd be beneficial to have someone like you there to great them."

"A hero descendant..." she mumbled softly under her breath.

"Not necessarily. I believe it is because you make a good first impression."

"When will they be arriving?"

"Within the next 10 minutes."

Frankie inhaled sharply, moving to her feet. She lifted up the hem of her dress, stepping into her heels. She went to grab her web shooters and froze with her hand over them. What kind message would that send? Going to a Gala, but still armed. It shows distrust or a dependency on her powers. No. She has to be normal, like everyone else... Just for the night. She snatched up her clutch purse, and headed towards the elevator.

Once she began a descent, Frankie whipped out her phone to send a quick text.

Compose a text to : Riley
"Mentors asked me to be there when Thaddeus Ross arrives. Wish me luck? You better be going. I'll need someone to save me from my nervous break down... And a dance partner :)"

She took a deep breath, slipping her phone back into her bag. Frankie's heart skipped a beat when the elevator came to a stop. When it opened she was greeted by Alfred. Thank god.

"Well don't you look just lovely Ms. Parker," he said offering her his arm like a gentleman. Frankie smiled nervously, taking his arm like it was her life line. "Nothing to worry about." He patted her hand gently. She couldn't be more happy that it was him versus Mycroft or Phil that was there waiting for her. "We thought you would be a good first impression for the U.N. officials. What better way to break the ice than with one of our kindest and most friendly pupils?"

Frankie's smile grew as Alfred's words helped fade away some of her nerves. He led her towards the main entrance of the Descendant Tower where Phil and Mycroft waited with the founders. "Mr. Wayne," she said, approaching Bruce Wayne, extending her right hand to shake his. "Mr. Stark." She greeted Tony Stark the same. "I didn't know you both would be attending."

"We'd be bad hosts not to be at our own Gala," replied Mr. Wayne with a smile.

"I just came to see if Thaddeus is still on hold from the last time he tried to call me," Tony laughed looking over at a slightly aggravated Bruce.

Frankie looked forward when she saw headlights approaching. "Are you sure I shouldn't just... Arrive with the others?"

"Nonsense," Tony replied, taking her arm from Alfred. "If you're anything like your dad, which I heard you are, you'll make a star impression... As long as you don't talk as much as he does."

Frankie laughed nervously. "I'll try not to."

"Tony, you're not helping," Pepper Potts chimed in as she joined the group on the other side of Mr. Stark. "Don't listen to him. I don't." She gave a Frankie a warm smile.

Numerous limos came down the long drive towards the tower. The first one coming to a halt at the curb in front of them. Alfred stepped forward, opening the door and out stepped Thaddeus Ross himself. He made his way through the mentors, greeting each of them like old friends until he came to a stop in front of her. Frankie smiled up at him, extending her right hand. "Hello Mr. Ross, I'm Fran—"

"Frankie Parker." He smiled, shaking her hand in greeting. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Hopefully, all good things."

Thaddeus laughed at her comment, following her inside. "You have my word, Ms. Parker." They made their way down the large hall towards the ballroom where soft orchestral music could be heard. Once entering the large room it was almost like entering a large winter wonderland. Glistening lights hung from the ceiling and dangled down the walls. A few dozen tables lit by candles sat on one side of the large room near extravagant tables of food and drinks. Then the center had a large opening, presumably for dancing. And the other end had the orchestra playing Mozart.

Frankie was shocked. Gala was an appropriate word to describe this. It was the nicest thing she had ever been to. More sophisticated than half of the people that went to the academy. She just hoped they all lived up to the standards that were being set. She looked over towards Thaddeus. "Would you like something to drink, sir?"

Thaddeus smiled. "Yes, thank you. How about a scotch."

Frankie nodded her head with a friendly smile and made her way to the bar. Oh lord, there's alcohol. Dear god, she hopes no one gets drunk. No better way to show they aren't qualified than a bunch of drunken enhanced humans acting like morons.




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"Alright," Ross said to himself as he walked into the bathroom wearing only his suit pants, suspenders hanging off his hips. He stopped to look at himself in the mirror. Ross couldn't remember the last time he had to make himself look presentable... If ever. But, he was a descendant of a villain. That puts a sizable target on him. So, he most definitely has to be on his best behavior and look his best.

Plus, Petra would be there. Ross instantly shook his head, trying to push that thought away. "Yer not goin' to da Gala to impress ole finger wiggles. Yer goin' ta prove we don' need... Whater dat Ross fella be offerin'." He combed his hair back, before putting a little gel in his palms. He rubbed his hands together and froze as he slid his fingers back in his hair. He couldn't help but think about how pretty she'd probably look.

"Alright, alright." He held up his hands like he was arguing with himself. "Maybeh... Just one dance. That ner hurt anyone." Ross nodded his head in approval as he walked back to his room, putting on his button up shirt. He buttoned it up, before tucking the hem into his pants. He draped his necktie across his shoulders and slid the straps of his suspenders on as he walked back to the bathroom.

"Plus, it's not like she'd actually dance with meh," he said to himself as he tried to tie his neck tie. He groaned in frustration when he messed up for the third time. "Because I can't even fackin' tie a damn tie." He tried a couple more times, before deciding that his pride wasn't worth it. He grabbed his cellphone and watched a dumb tutorial online so that he got it just right.

He looked down at his phone once he finished, tempted to text and ask her if Tobias was going with her or not. Show up like a knight in... Well, nothing. He's not a knight. Who's he kidding. He took his phone and slid it into his pocket. Ross then walked back out to his room. He put on his vest, then green tuxedo jacket on top of it. He adjusted himself in the mirror one last time, making sure he looked as good as he could possibly manage. Even though he felt ridiculous, he at least looked like a civilized human being.

On his way out of his penthouse, he stopped when he saw his table of compact mirrors. Ross had a feeling in his gut that if he didn't take one, he'd regret it. Unlike most of the other descendants, their weapons are.... well weapons. But one compact mirror? Who would think twice about it? And it would be hidden in his pocket the entire night. He reached down, picking it up. Ross flipped it open, and slid his hand through the mirror to make sure it was active. He then closed it and slipped it into his breast pocket.

He made his way up to Riley's room in a timely manner and knocked on the door. Ross slid his hands into his pockets as he waited. "Aye, I need meh hot date ey was promised. Ya can't leave meh hangin', Barton." He leaned his right shoulder against the door frame as he waited. He pulled his phone once more from his pocket, flicked on the screen and nothing. He sighed. No surprise there.