Introduction
A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.
-Martin Luther King, Jr.
Man has always been afraid of what they do not know. They have always been curious of that which they don't understand.
The year is 2010 A.D., on a little blue planet know as Earth. But this isn't our world. From the dawn of civilization, a cryptic prophecy has been handed down through the generations. No one knows how or where it originated, but it has been repeated and retold so often that it has always been considered fact. It is written in history books, school books, the internet, in stone, anywhere it can be recorded. It has been the topic of college thesis, lecture tours, and many forms of social discourse. It's very ironic that so much thought was put into the prophecy; for it is a prophecy of humanities demise.
The topic of the prophecy is someone know as "The Child of the Dark" or "the Dark One," a figure that is harbinger of the end said to be marked by a sign somewhere on their body. Exactly how the end comes isn't said directly, but it is generally excepted to be some major cataclysm that would wipe civilization of the face of the Earth. The year was also only vaguely stated, but it assumed to be somewhere around ten thousand years after the date it was written. It was estimated that date is around 8000 B.C. The time of the prophecy is here.
The world governments are so concerned about this that they have set up a U.N. agency just to attempt to locate and "remove" the Dark One. The agency, know as the U.P.A., or the United Prevention Agency, is throwing all the world's might at solving the problem, trying to find the Child and save the world. But for now, the Dark One stays hidden.
But this is all seems unimportant it a group of seven friends at a boarding school in New York City. Six of the group are famous as a group of true prodigies, extremely skilled in there respective fields, all from very rich families, and all pretty athletic. The seventh is a New York resident, who is neither particularly rich or skilled. She was accepted under special circumstances, but has been pals with all six of the others on an internet chat room for years. They all agreed to go to this school so that they could meet for the first time in real life. Since then, the group has been thicker than thieves.
Oh yes, one more thing before I move on to a more boring part of the introduction. You might think that it is strange that a modern society such as ours, and you'd be right. It would be very strange for us to accept something as far-fetched and supernatural as a prophecy. But as said before, this is not our world. In their world, the supernatural has been accepted as fact ever since ancient times, and was proven by scientific study. There are people born into the world with ESP and other psychic abilities (although it is exceedingly rare) and it is absolutely accepted as normal. But other than a few idiosyncrasies, their world isn't so different from our own.
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Well, now it is time to say what I want to say outside the form of a semi-narrative. In English, I suppose that means I should get down to business. The main characters are the seven friends, of which I am the useless one. This will not be a highschool roleplay, so I am either A) sorry to disappoint you or B) glad to reassure you. It will start off in the school, but I have no intention of describing classes or staying there longer than to start the plot. I will also be playing as an agent in the UPA, and positions in there are always welcome as well. I am going to shot ahead a bit and tell you the two sides will be against each other for a good while, so you should probably pick a side and stay with it.
I also realize I was very vague with the description of the friends, but that was intentional. I did that to leave you all plenty of room for customization within the characters. You can decide exactly what they are skilled in, but remember they are all rich and in shape (that doesn't mean you can't have a brainiac, though). And all I ask is that two people can't be good at the same thing, unless you want to collaborate with someone else to have a pair of twins or something, which I think would be really cool but seriously doubt it could ever happen. Whatever you do, just remember that you can only have one of the friends in the group, or just one of the UPA agents. Well, anyway, just enjoy this final quote.
Friendship... is not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.
-Muhammad Ali
-Martin Luther King, Jr.
Man has always been afraid of what they do not know. They have always been curious of that which they don't understand.
The year is 2010 A.D., on a little blue planet know as Earth. But this isn't our world. From the dawn of civilization, a cryptic prophecy has been handed down through the generations. No one knows how or where it originated, but it has been repeated and retold so often that it has always been considered fact. It is written in history books, school books, the internet, in stone, anywhere it can be recorded. It has been the topic of college thesis, lecture tours, and many forms of social discourse. It's very ironic that so much thought was put into the prophecy; for it is a prophecy of humanities demise.
The topic of the prophecy is someone know as "The Child of the Dark" or "the Dark One," a figure that is harbinger of the end said to be marked by a sign somewhere on their body. Exactly how the end comes isn't said directly, but it is generally excepted to be some major cataclysm that would wipe civilization of the face of the Earth. The year was also only vaguely stated, but it assumed to be somewhere around ten thousand years after the date it was written. It was estimated that date is around 8000 B.C. The time of the prophecy is here.
The world governments are so concerned about this that they have set up a U.N. agency just to attempt to locate and "remove" the Dark One. The agency, know as the U.P.A., or the United Prevention Agency, is throwing all the world's might at solving the problem, trying to find the Child and save the world. But for now, the Dark One stays hidden.
But this is all seems unimportant it a group of seven friends at a boarding school in New York City. Six of the group are famous as a group of true prodigies, extremely skilled in there respective fields, all from very rich families, and all pretty athletic. The seventh is a New York resident, who is neither particularly rich or skilled. She was accepted under special circumstances, but has been pals with all six of the others on an internet chat room for years. They all agreed to go to this school so that they could meet for the first time in real life. Since then, the group has been thicker than thieves.
Oh yes, one more thing before I move on to a more boring part of the introduction. You might think that it is strange that a modern society such as ours, and you'd be right. It would be very strange for us to accept something as far-fetched and supernatural as a prophecy. But as said before, this is not our world. In their world, the supernatural has been accepted as fact ever since ancient times, and was proven by scientific study. There are people born into the world with ESP and other psychic abilities (although it is exceedingly rare) and it is absolutely accepted as normal. But other than a few idiosyncrasies, their world isn't so different from our own.
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Well, now it is time to say what I want to say outside the form of a semi-narrative. In English, I suppose that means I should get down to business. The main characters are the seven friends, of which I am the useless one. This will not be a highschool roleplay, so I am either A) sorry to disappoint you or B) glad to reassure you. It will start off in the school, but I have no intention of describing classes or staying there longer than to start the plot. I will also be playing as an agent in the UPA, and positions in there are always welcome as well. I am going to shot ahead a bit and tell you the two sides will be against each other for a good while, so you should probably pick a side and stay with it.
I also realize I was very vague with the description of the friends, but that was intentional. I did that to leave you all plenty of room for customization within the characters. You can decide exactly what they are skilled in, but remember they are all rich and in shape (that doesn't mean you can't have a brainiac, though). And all I ask is that two people can't be good at the same thing, unless you want to collaborate with someone else to have a pair of twins or something, which I think would be really cool but seriously doubt it could ever happen. Whatever you do, just remember that you can only have one of the friends in the group, or just one of the UPA agents. Well, anyway, just enjoy this final quote.
Friendship... is not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.
-Muhammad Ali
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Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!
The alarm on the bed-side table blared and Amy rolled herself out of bed. It was only 7:00 in the morning, but she had to get moving. School started much later, around 7:55, but she and her friends all got there early enough to hang out for awhile before classes started (which was harder for her, since she was the only one not living in the dorms). She was the youngest of all of them age wise but it was a very tight knit group. There was only one real difference between them and her; they were all prodigies. They were incredible, simple as that. At school they were all called the Six Stars (behind their backs, of course), all renowned for their skills. Let's see if she could list them all. First, there was Mako, who looked and acted cold and hard, but she was nice to her friends, and an unearthly singer. Then there was Christopher (or Cristobal as she called him) who could probably hit a penny in the air from a hundred paces with a Derringer. Mike was a published writer who had written book that far outstripped those of much older authors. The other Chris was an unbelievable detective, so good it was like you just couldn't hide something from him. Emery (whose name reminded her of a boy she had met back as a kid), was a dancer through and through, winning competitions left and right in almost anything with "dance" in the name, and was amazingly agile and outgoing. Then there was Alex, whose drive and knowledge of ESP was second to none, including many avid researchers of the subject in top universities. I mean, next to them, what was she?
Another alarm went off as she jolted out of her reverie. She couldn't dwell on that! They were them, she was her! She looked in the mirror, shivered, then threw on her trademark long sleeve shirt over herself then rocketed down stairs. After blocking the door, her mom told her, "You've shot off to school early for the past few weeks. Today you need to eat some breakfast. Understood."
Amy sighed, "Yes, Ma'am," and sat resignedly down at the table. It was waffles and bacon today, so she scarfed them down as fast as she could without choking (with she did only mild success), then rushed past her mom to try and make the to the 7:15 subway straight to school. In the end, it was close, but she was able to get herself onto the train before the doors shut completely. Too bad she had to stay there; she had gotten some of her hair stuck. She extricated herself at the next step, and took a seat until her stop finally arrived. She was on Long Island now, near the outskirts of the thick city, but that didn't mean it was empty. She fought her way through the crowd to catch a bus that would take her to the gates of the school.
She stepped through the tall wrought-iron gates and headed to the fountain where she knew they were all supposed to meet. She doubted she would be the first one there, so she took her time getting to the fountain. She saw a group already there, nad ran to them, calling out, "Hey guys! Sorry I'm late!"
A man sitting on a bench in Central Park slowly leaned to stretch his back. It had been a long night of walking the streets looking for leads, and even the former SEAL had felt the strain of little sleep and aching feet. But in the end, it might have been all worth it. Bram Edward Stoker had found a trail.
It had been very faint at first, with shadowed tales of a new group who roamed the streets who acted completely differently from any other gang that resided in NYC. Following up on that, he had learned the group was large, powerful, and very strange. Some of his contacts had called it a "mix between the Freemasons and the Mafia," which had made him even more curious. From that point on, he had spent the rest of the night hunting down more facts (which had been a good amount of time considering he started at 4:00 PM). He had found little more pertinant information until well past 2:00 AM, but what he found then would be crucial; it was a name. This group was know as the Society of the Dark.
Unfortunately, information had dried up after that. He had been hoping for a sighting of the group or some such luck, but as one of the girls in the UPA had said, there was no such thing as luck in this job, only skill. Of course, he had come to the same conclusion long ago (while most of his fellow agents still wore diapers), but that didn't prevent him from hoping for a miracle. Afterall, he had learned something else in his life too; sometimes luck was a skill.
After a minute or so, Ed stopped his streching and pushed himself to his feet. After lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, he flipped open his cellphone and called up his fellow agents. Lucky for them and himself, Ed's tenor voice had never been changed by his habituated smoking, so his words came across clear. He said, "Alright everyone, I struck a new lead last night. A few of you should get down here with me to do some more old fashion legwork. The rest should start trying to find anything they can about a group called 'the Society of the Dark.' This is Stoker, over and out." Ed took a few more puffs of his cigarette before snuffing it out with his foot. Some of the other agents had been bothered by his smoking and their HQ was close enough by it would only take a few minutes for the agents to arrive.
The alarm on the bed-side table blared and Amy rolled herself out of bed. It was only 7:00 in the morning, but she had to get moving. School started much later, around 7:55, but she and her friends all got there early enough to hang out for awhile before classes started (which was harder for her, since she was the only one not living in the dorms). She was the youngest of all of them age wise but it was a very tight knit group. There was only one real difference between them and her; they were all prodigies. They were incredible, simple as that. At school they were all called the Six Stars (behind their backs, of course), all renowned for their skills. Let's see if she could list them all. First, there was Mako, who looked and acted cold and hard, but she was nice to her friends, and an unearthly singer. Then there was Christopher (or Cristobal as she called him) who could probably hit a penny in the air from a hundred paces with a Derringer. Mike was a published writer who had written book that far outstripped those of much older authors. The other Chris was an unbelievable detective, so good it was like you just couldn't hide something from him. Emery (whose name reminded her of a boy she had met back as a kid), was a dancer through and through, winning competitions left and right in almost anything with "dance" in the name, and was amazingly agile and outgoing. Then there was Alex, whose drive and knowledge of ESP was second to none, including many avid researchers of the subject in top universities. I mean, next to them, what was she?
Another alarm went off as she jolted out of her reverie. She couldn't dwell on that! They were them, she was her! She looked in the mirror, shivered, then threw on her trademark long sleeve shirt over herself then rocketed down stairs. After blocking the door, her mom told her, "You've shot off to school early for the past few weeks. Today you need to eat some breakfast. Understood."
Amy sighed, "Yes, Ma'am," and sat resignedly down at the table. It was waffles and bacon today, so she scarfed them down as fast as she could without choking (with she did only mild success), then rushed past her mom to try and make the to the 7:15 subway straight to school. In the end, it was close, but she was able to get herself onto the train before the doors shut completely. Too bad she had to stay there; she had gotten some of her hair stuck. She extricated herself at the next step, and took a seat until her stop finally arrived. She was on Long Island now, near the outskirts of the thick city, but that didn't mean it was empty. She fought her way through the crowd to catch a bus that would take her to the gates of the school.
She stepped through the tall wrought-iron gates and headed to the fountain where she knew they were all supposed to meet. She doubted she would be the first one there, so she took her time getting to the fountain. She saw a group already there, nad ran to them, calling out, "Hey guys! Sorry I'm late!"
A man sitting on a bench in Central Park slowly leaned to stretch his back. It had been a long night of walking the streets looking for leads, and even the former SEAL had felt the strain of little sleep and aching feet. But in the end, it might have been all worth it. Bram Edward Stoker had found a trail.
It had been very faint at first, with shadowed tales of a new group who roamed the streets who acted completely differently from any other gang that resided in NYC. Following up on that, he had learned the group was large, powerful, and very strange. Some of his contacts had called it a "mix between the Freemasons and the Mafia," which had made him even more curious. From that point on, he had spent the rest of the night hunting down more facts (which had been a good amount of time considering he started at 4:00 PM). He had found little more pertinant information until well past 2:00 AM, but what he found then would be crucial; it was a name. This group was know as the Society of the Dark.
Unfortunately, information had dried up after that. He had been hoping for a sighting of the group or some such luck, but as one of the girls in the UPA had said, there was no such thing as luck in this job, only skill. Of course, he had come to the same conclusion long ago (while most of his fellow agents still wore diapers), but that didn't prevent him from hoping for a miracle. Afterall, he had learned something else in his life too; sometimes luck was a skill.
After a minute or so, Ed stopped his streching and pushed himself to his feet. After lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, he flipped open his cellphone and called up his fellow agents. Lucky for them and himself, Ed's tenor voice had never been changed by his habituated smoking, so his words came across clear. He said, "Alright everyone, I struck a new lead last night. A few of you should get down here with me to do some more old fashion legwork. The rest should start trying to find anything they can about a group called 'the Society of the Dark.' This is Stoker, over and out." Ed took a few more puffs of his cigarette before snuffing it out with his foot. Some of the other agents had been bothered by his smoking and their HQ was close enough by it would only take a few minutes for the agents to arrive.
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A chorus of loud alarms swept through the boarding school, followed by a wave of groans and silence. Once again, it was time to wake up for a beautiful day of school. Terrific.
The alarms didn't bother a certain orange-eyed student, however. As usual he just happened to wake up 15 minutes before the time his own alarm went off, disabled it, showered, and dressed in his usual clothes. He threw some hair gel into his still-damp hair and bombed it forward with a comb, then turned the comb horizontal and combed upward. He shook his head a couple of times to make it look more natural, then went back to his bed, activated his alarm clock, and took his badge, watch, wallet, phone, and other supplies. He checked one of the inner pockets of his jacket for his gloves and sighed. Now that he was ready, what could he do? Oh yeah... breakfast...
After breakfast Christian headed towards the usual rendezvous, a large fountain towards the entrance of the school. He waved to the people there and sat on the low wall surrounding it. He yawned loudly. Hey guys! Sorry I'm late! He turned his head towards the entrance of the school and saw a girl around his age running rather haphazardly towards them. He stood up. "Whoa, slow down there Amy. You don't want to slip and hit your head on the fountain. You might end up with one of these." He pointed to his scar for emphasis. "How was your afternoon?"
The alarms didn't bother a certain orange-eyed student, however. As usual he just happened to wake up 15 minutes before the time his own alarm went off, disabled it, showered, and dressed in his usual clothes. He threw some hair gel into his still-damp hair and bombed it forward with a comb, then turned the comb horizontal and combed upward. He shook his head a couple of times to make it look more natural, then went back to his bed, activated his alarm clock, and took his badge, watch, wallet, phone, and other supplies. He checked one of the inner pockets of his jacket for his gloves and sighed. Now that he was ready, what could he do? Oh yeah... breakfast...
After breakfast Christian headed towards the usual rendezvous, a large fountain towards the entrance of the school. He waved to the people there and sat on the low wall surrounding it. He yawned loudly. Hey guys! Sorry I'm late! He turned his head towards the entrance of the school and saw a girl around his age running rather haphazardly towards them. He stood up. "Whoa, slow down there Amy. You don't want to slip and hit your head on the fountain. You might end up with one of these." He pointed to his scar for emphasis. "How was your afternoon?"
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This morning, it seemed that it was just one of those very special days where Emery, one, didn't smash (break) her alarm clock as it blared, two, let out a groan of complaint, and three, accidentally crash into the portion of wall next to where her bathroom door was positioned. Nope. Instead, she did all three. Sensitively rubbing the slightly painful spot on her forehead, a string of colorful words cursing the morning flew out of her mouth. "Fucking hellish morning sun, stupid piece of blinding golden shit has to rise so fucking soon," she ungracefully grumbled. Running through her morning routine in an agitated haste, she threw on an off-the-shoulder shirt, some short jean shorts, donned a pair of golden ballet flats, a few accessories, and exited her dreaded dorm-room for the fountain. She didn't feel like 'the most important meal of the day'. Her pulsing forehead had ruined her appetite.
Having skipped breakfast, Emery was the first to arrive at the common rendezvous point. The water spraying from the top was already in full blast, spritz's of mist just falling short of the small wall wrapped around the geyser. Taking a seat at the fountain's edge, she fumbled with her silver charm bracelet on her left wrist as she waited for the others to arrive. Glancing up after a few familiar voices were heard, she caught sight of a mass of blond hair, to which she recognized as 'Mr. Sherlock Holmes'. Though he waved, Emery took the playful honors to ignore and wave back, only not directed at him. Catching sight of a certain black-haired sweetheart sprinting towards the fountain, the silverette dancer jumped to her feet and ran towards her.
"AMY!~" She exclaimed with a sudden crushing hug. "I'm so glad to see you, you're the best thing that's happened to me in my entire life. Please don't leave me."
Of course, it was just as natural for her to greet every friend in her own strange antics as replacing one destroyed alarm clock after the next, but everyone close enough knew that Amy was one of the only things that could break Emery out of her crappy morning mood. Last time Amy was absent due to the flu, Emery had talked back at teachers, swore at everything unnecessary, and spent the rest of the day dancing her life away. The next morning, though it was better than her usual irritated attitude, was completely beat and extremely lethargic, even when Amy was absent the second day for the same reason.
Having skipped breakfast, Emery was the first to arrive at the common rendezvous point. The water spraying from the top was already in full blast, spritz's of mist just falling short of the small wall wrapped around the geyser. Taking a seat at the fountain's edge, she fumbled with her silver charm bracelet on her left wrist as she waited for the others to arrive. Glancing up after a few familiar voices were heard, she caught sight of a mass of blond hair, to which she recognized as 'Mr. Sherlock Holmes'. Though he waved, Emery took the playful honors to ignore and wave back, only not directed at him. Catching sight of a certain black-haired sweetheart sprinting towards the fountain, the silverette dancer jumped to her feet and ran towards her.
"AMY!~" She exclaimed with a sudden crushing hug. "I'm so glad to see you, you're the best thing that's happened to me in my entire life. Please don't leave me."
Of course, it was just as natural for her to greet every friend in her own strange antics as replacing one destroyed alarm clock after the next, but everyone close enough knew that Amy was one of the only things that could break Emery out of her crappy morning mood. Last time Amy was absent due to the flu, Emery had talked back at teachers, swore at everything unnecessary, and spent the rest of the day dancing her life away. The next morning, though it was better than her usual irritated attitude, was completely beat and extremely lethargic, even when Amy was absent the second day for the same reason.
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Ceiling . . Ceiling . . . Ceiling . . . Oh, look . . a ceiling . . .
Mikael sighed and shut his eyes as it turned into a quiet yawn that made his eyes water. His room was dark. He liked the dark. It was when he felt more free. He often wondered if that was why he so loved Meat Loaf's "Seize the Night", one of his all-time favorite songs along with "The Monster is Loose". He didn't sleep often. It wasn't insomnia, that he was sure of. He just didn't sleep often or for long periods of time. Instead, he usually found himself staring at the ceiling for hours, or the wall if he felt like a change. At the moment, it was the ceiling. He felt like he'd stared at it so long so many times that he may have actually memorized the different grooves and bumps.
The low drum of a song drew him back into reality. He felt a small weight on his chest from his iPod, and the hard-to-hear song was the cause of his earphones having been pulled out to lay limp on his shoulders. With another yawn his sapphire eyes rolled lazily to the right to his clock. He preferred the simple black box clock. The one where the red numbers blinded you even from the other side of the room. And the kind that woke up the ditzy, annoying blonde in the dorm next to his whenever it went off.
His revenge for her playing her crappy pop music into the bitter watches of the night.
It was six twenty-three. Classes started around five till eight. He shifted and looked back at the ceiling. He tried to determine whether or not he was too lazy to get up and keep staring at the ceiling, or whether he wanted to get up now. He groaned and pulled his earphones out of his iPod to stop the music and sat up. He grabbed his charger from the table beside his bed and plugged his iPod up before taking a shower. After drying he threw on a dark blue t-shirt, jeans, and a short-sleeved black jacket. He picked up a black cord and wrapped it around his long, curly red hair to form a ponytail. After he put on his belt and socks he turned on his alarm before pocketing his glasses case, palm-sized flute, iPod, and his notebook and pen.
There was a dull banging on his wall and he smirked as he stepped into his shoes. He slammed the side of his fist onto his wall before switching his alarm off and yelled, "Compromise!" the reply was muffled but he easily made out a number of curses. He grabbed a few other things he would need for the day and turned his music on as he headed out the door. Students were beginning to move around, most going to get breakfast. He had never been one for breakfast. He used to just have a cup of coffee each morning.
The music inspired him. As he would say, "It opens the floodgates of my imagination. I need symphonies to build my worlds." It also did one other thing: It helped numb his empathy. He was a weak empath, and could feel the emotions of those around him. At times he would get vibes from people from their emotions that let him tell if they spoke the truth or not. The music helped to distract him from those around him.
He stepped out into the front courtyard of the school and saw that Emery and Chris were already there. When Emery yelled something he pulled out one of his earphones and looked to see her catch Amy in a tight hug. He chuckled as he approached, "Don't kill her, Emery. That seems more a stranglehold than a hug."
Mikael sighed and shut his eyes as it turned into a quiet yawn that made his eyes water. His room was dark. He liked the dark. It was when he felt more free. He often wondered if that was why he so loved Meat Loaf's "Seize the Night", one of his all-time favorite songs along with "The Monster is Loose". He didn't sleep often. It wasn't insomnia, that he was sure of. He just didn't sleep often or for long periods of time. Instead, he usually found himself staring at the ceiling for hours, or the wall if he felt like a change. At the moment, it was the ceiling. He felt like he'd stared at it so long so many times that he may have actually memorized the different grooves and bumps.
The low drum of a song drew him back into reality. He felt a small weight on his chest from his iPod, and the hard-to-hear song was the cause of his earphones having been pulled out to lay limp on his shoulders. With another yawn his sapphire eyes rolled lazily to the right to his clock. He preferred the simple black box clock. The one where the red numbers blinded you even from the other side of the room. And the kind that woke up the ditzy, annoying blonde in the dorm next to his whenever it went off.
His revenge for her playing her crappy pop music into the bitter watches of the night.
It was six twenty-three. Classes started around five till eight. He shifted and looked back at the ceiling. He tried to determine whether or not he was too lazy to get up and keep staring at the ceiling, or whether he wanted to get up now. He groaned and pulled his earphones out of his iPod to stop the music and sat up. He grabbed his charger from the table beside his bed and plugged his iPod up before taking a shower. After drying he threw on a dark blue t-shirt, jeans, and a short-sleeved black jacket. He picked up a black cord and wrapped it around his long, curly red hair to form a ponytail. After he put on his belt and socks he turned on his alarm before pocketing his glasses case, palm-sized flute, iPod, and his notebook and pen.
There was a dull banging on his wall and he smirked as he stepped into his shoes. He slammed the side of his fist onto his wall before switching his alarm off and yelled, "Compromise!" the reply was muffled but he easily made out a number of curses. He grabbed a few other things he would need for the day and turned his music on as he headed out the door. Students were beginning to move around, most going to get breakfast. He had never been one for breakfast. He used to just have a cup of coffee each morning.
The music inspired him. As he would say, "It opens the floodgates of my imagination. I need symphonies to build my worlds." It also did one other thing: It helped numb his empathy. He was a weak empath, and could feel the emotions of those around him. At times he would get vibes from people from their emotions that let him tell if they spoke the truth or not. The music helped to distract him from those around him.
He stepped out into the front courtyard of the school and saw that Emery and Chris were already there. When Emery yelled something he pulled out one of his earphones and looked to see her catch Amy in a tight hug. He chuckled as he approached, "Don't kill her, Emery. That seems more a stranglehold than a hug."
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There was a spectacle here. A kind of circus or something. Girls walked by with wide eyes, guys sneaked passed trying to avoid the scene. A fork in one hand, a spoon in the other.
The morning had been fairly normal. Up at five, performed her basic stances, both Kendo and fencing, and a little yoga to help ease her troubled mind. That never worked. Showering; not able to reach the shower head so it didn't spray all over the back of the shower. Cursing at it; punching the wall, disturbing the boy next door. Dressing in cargos, white button-up with breast pocket, boots; illegally smoking a cigarette out the window before breakfast.
Then her favorite part of the day, aside from her private forays in the music room when no one watched. The time of day where food was the only thing on her mind.
Mako loved food. She loved everything about food. It helped her mind stay sharp, and she usually ate more than a full grown man. It was surprising to most that she stayed in shape, and stayed so short. But no one would say that to her face, in case they wanted a shinai shoved up their ass. This morning she was having bacon, eggs, sausage, oatmeal with syrup and butter, biscuits with bologna gravy, two kinds of milk (white and chocolate) and a cup of coffee. Black. She didn't put that sweetening crap in it. Mako wouldn't go soft for anything. Well... almost anything.
Mako knew in the back of her head that her music class was today, which put her in a fine mood. She had yet to pick a fight with anyone, which was quite a feat. Throwing food in her mouth left and right, she finished the meal in less than 10 minutes, and gulped down the hot coffee. Everyone stared at her. She belched, patted her stomach and then opened her eyes to see all the others watching.
"I'm sorry," she said rather calmly as she stood up, "but I didn't realize this was a stage show!" Growling, she picked up her tray and threw it at the garbage can. "Wanna see more?!" The crowd in the cafeteria all turned away from her, afraid to meet her hazel eyes anymore. Smiling with triumph, Mako shoved her hands in her pockets and made her way out to the meeting place. The boarding school master would be calling her into his office that day, she knew, but it was worth it for now.
Most everyone was already there when Mako made her way out. She whipped out her red box of cigarettes and her lighter with a skull on it, lighting it with dexterity. Taking a huge puff she patted Emery's shoulder.
"Seriously, Emery, Amy only has the one life," she spoke plainly with the cigarette dangling from her lips. "Can we keep her around for it?"
The morning had been fairly normal. Up at five, performed her basic stances, both Kendo and fencing, and a little yoga to help ease her troubled mind. That never worked. Showering; not able to reach the shower head so it didn't spray all over the back of the shower. Cursing at it; punching the wall, disturbing the boy next door. Dressing in cargos, white button-up with breast pocket, boots; illegally smoking a cigarette out the window before breakfast.
Then her favorite part of the day, aside from her private forays in the music room when no one watched. The time of day where food was the only thing on her mind.
Mako loved food. She loved everything about food. It helped her mind stay sharp, and she usually ate more than a full grown man. It was surprising to most that she stayed in shape, and stayed so short. But no one would say that to her face, in case they wanted a shinai shoved up their ass. This morning she was having bacon, eggs, sausage, oatmeal with syrup and butter, biscuits with bologna gravy, two kinds of milk (white and chocolate) and a cup of coffee. Black. She didn't put that sweetening crap in it. Mako wouldn't go soft for anything. Well... almost anything.
Mako knew in the back of her head that her music class was today, which put her in a fine mood. She had yet to pick a fight with anyone, which was quite a feat. Throwing food in her mouth left and right, she finished the meal in less than 10 minutes, and gulped down the hot coffee. Everyone stared at her. She belched, patted her stomach and then opened her eyes to see all the others watching.
"I'm sorry," she said rather calmly as she stood up, "but I didn't realize this was a stage show!" Growling, she picked up her tray and threw it at the garbage can. "Wanna see more?!" The crowd in the cafeteria all turned away from her, afraid to meet her hazel eyes anymore. Smiling with triumph, Mako shoved her hands in her pockets and made her way out to the meeting place. The boarding school master would be calling her into his office that day, she knew, but it was worth it for now.
Most everyone was already there when Mako made her way out. She whipped out her red box of cigarettes and her lighter with a skull on it, lighting it with dexterity. Taking a huge puff she patted Emery's shoulder.
"Seriously, Emery, Amy only has the one life," she spoke plainly with the cigarette dangling from her lips. "Can we keep her around for it?"
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Amy heard Chris say something, but that wasn't at the forefront of her attention. At the moment she only noticed the crushing hug that was taking her breath away. She tried to free some room for herself, but Emery's crushing hug had also pinned her arms to her side, so it took her a second to slip one arm out and then try her best to return the hug. She wheezed, "I'm happy to see you to, Em, but your crushing me. I won't go anywhere, don't worry. I go to school here too, remember? I can't really go anywhere else."
As she started to work herself out of Emery's hug- or as Mike more accurately called it, a stranglehold- she looked around at the others there. Christopher and Alexander were still missing, but no doubt they would be there soon. Christian was there, obviously, as was Emery, but She had just noticed Mako and Mike. Both had said that Emery should loosen her grip, but they both seemed to still find it slightly amusing. Then again, Amy smiled as she realized that she thought it was pretty amusing too. She laughed and looked at the group again. They were definitely her best friends in the whole world, and the nicest too. After all, they were all teaching her so much.
Sure, she knew that she could never be the geniuses they were, but only a little after they had met, she had asked them to teach her about what they were interested. She had been ecstatic when they had all agreed, and now, after they had all finished roaming after school, she would go with one of her friends somewhere to learn a little about what they do. She knew full well that she could never reach their levels, but by learning just the basics, she had gained even more respect and appreciation for how hard what they were doing was. They were all really, really good. It was just mind numbing.
Still in the grip of Emery, Amy started to talk to her friends. This wasn't a particularly odd situation (for them, at least), so she was completely comfortable with starting a conversation. She asked, "So, has anyone done anything new recently? You know, a new song, a new case, a new dance, a new book, stuff like that. You know how much fun it is to talk about that stuff."
As she started to work herself out of Emery's hug- or as Mike more accurately called it, a stranglehold- she looked around at the others there. Christopher and Alexander were still missing, but no doubt they would be there soon. Christian was there, obviously, as was Emery, but She had just noticed Mako and Mike. Both had said that Emery should loosen her grip, but they both seemed to still find it slightly amusing. Then again, Amy smiled as she realized that she thought it was pretty amusing too. She laughed and looked at the group again. They were definitely her best friends in the whole world, and the nicest too. After all, they were all teaching her so much.
Sure, she knew that she could never be the geniuses they were, but only a little after they had met, she had asked them to teach her about what they were interested. She had been ecstatic when they had all agreed, and now, after they had all finished roaming after school, she would go with one of her friends somewhere to learn a little about what they do. She knew full well that she could never reach their levels, but by learning just the basics, she had gained even more respect and appreciation for how hard what they were doing was. They were all really, really good. It was just mind numbing.
Still in the grip of Emery, Amy started to talk to her friends. This wasn't a particularly odd situation (for them, at least), so she was completely comfortable with starting a conversation. She asked, "So, has anyone done anything new recently? You know, a new song, a new case, a new dance, a new book, stuff like that. You know how much fun it is to talk about that stuff."
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Alex had thoughts about joining the circus every time he went to get breakfast,since the amount of skill and dexterity required to heft his giant books as well as take the occasional bite of margarine and toast would have made cirque du sole blush with envy. He went through his morning rituals of brushing his teeth and smushing as much After a bit of unsuccessful scrabbling in his room for a few more pens amongst the clutter he hefted the bag on his back and left to go downstairs and do his little balancing act once again. He only ate a little, not even finishing his toast, before going to sit at the fountain. He waved to Chris and slid into place next to him. A quiet hello slipped past his lips and he pulled A history of mental diseases in the ESP proficient, he allowed the book to fall across his knees and started reading.
"And upon search into the pineal gland of Mr. Alichokov the surgeons found unusually large amounts of melatonin..." Alex grabbed a pen and uncapped with his tooth, his other hand busy holding up the massive texts he had on balanced on his knee. He scribbled something about red light and 530 nm next to the text about the pineal glad while nodding occasionally to what his friends were saying. He didn't really pay attention to either after a few moments though, the words began to blur as he nodded off before jolting himself back. He shook his head and mentally scolded himself for staying awake into the wee hours of the night,but it's not my fault that stupid blonde chick was playing Lady Gaga on an endless loop until three in the morning! That was true, it really wasn't his fault. As usual Alex was so busy talking to himself that he'd failed to notice Emery strangling Amy and only noticed Mako via the acrid smell of cigarettes that entered the air.
"And upon search into the pineal gland of Mr. Alichokov the surgeons found unusually large amounts of melatonin..." Alex grabbed a pen and uncapped with his tooth, his other hand busy holding up the massive texts he had on balanced on his knee. He scribbled something about red light and 530 nm next to the text about the pineal glad while nodding occasionally to what his friends were saying. He didn't really pay attention to either after a few moments though, the words began to blur as he nodded off before jolting himself back. He shook his head and mentally scolded himself for staying awake into the wee hours of the night,but it's not my fault that stupid blonde chick was playing Lady Gaga on an endless loop until three in the morning! That was true, it really wasn't his fault. As usual Alex was so busy talking to himself that he'd failed to notice Emery strangling Amy and only noticed Mako via the acrid smell of cigarettes that entered the air.
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Christian chuckled as he sat back down. So, has anyone done anything new recently? You know, a new song, a new case, a new dance, a new book, stuff like that. You know how much fun it is to talk about that stuff. So, nothing was new with her, then (Or he at least assumed from the fact that she didn't say something new about her own life). "Meh, nothing too important," He pulled out a stick of citrus gum and unwrapped it, then rolled it so it resembled a cigarette and put it in his mouth. The flavor immediately woke him up completely, as usual. "I haven't been able to cooperate with the detectives in this city yet. They think I'm too young to work on the kind of cases they do," He said, sighing. "But it's no biggy. It's kinda nice to not worry about dead people for a while." He leaned back so his head rested on the lip of the fountain. A light mist enveloped his forehead.
And upon search into the pineal gland of Mr. Alichokov the surgeons found unusually large amounts of melatonin... Chris tilted his head towards Alex. "Sounds kind of dark, there. What're you reading?" He couldn't see the title of the text, since the book was still propped open.
And upon search into the pineal gland of Mr. Alichokov the surgeons found unusually large amounts of melatonin... Chris tilted his head towards Alex. "Sounds kind of dark, there. What're you reading?" He couldn't see the title of the text, since the book was still propped open.
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Grinning at Amy's reply, Emery did loosen her grip, as well as stick her tongue out at the vultures who dared to insult her greetings. "I resent that comment, Mikael, Mako. Shut up, you guys, can't you see we're having an..." she paused in thought for a quick moment before continuing, "an Emamy moment. Whatever happened to all your knowledge on bonding with your beloved ones?" She joked, and finally, released the poor black-haired girl from the accused stranglehold. Sitting back along with the rest of her friends, Amy quickly whipped up a conversation topic.
"So, has anyone done anything new recently? You know, a new song, a new case, a new dance, a new book, stuff like that. You know how much fun it is to talk about that stuff."
"Meh, nothing too important. I haven't been able to cooperate with the detectives in this city yet. They think I'm too young to work on the kind of cases they do." Christian had replied.
"Ouch. Judging a book by its cover much?" Emery muttered, holding out a hand towards Chris in a request for a gum. Turning to Amy, she responded also. "Besides the fact that my thighs are killing me from the new stretches yesterday, nothing new. I'm surprised I can still walk."
"So, has anyone done anything new recently? You know, a new song, a new case, a new dance, a new book, stuff like that. You know how much fun it is to talk about that stuff."
"Meh, nothing too important. I haven't been able to cooperate with the detectives in this city yet. They think I'm too young to work on the kind of cases they do." Christian had replied.
"Ouch. Judging a book by its cover much?" Emery muttered, holding out a hand towards Chris in a request for a gum. Turning to Amy, she responded also. "Besides the fact that my thighs are killing me from the new stretches yesterday, nothing new. I'm surprised I can still walk."
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A pair of eyes snapped open, darting over to the basic alarm clock. It glared 5:00 am. Upright, Eddie took in a deep breath and released it. Eddie had a morning routine he preformed everyday since his training. After waking up, jogging is next, followed by strength training with the classic push-ups, sit-ups, and an assortment of other exercises.
It was nearly 7:00 am and in this part of the schedule, Eddie eats breakfast. The most interesting part of this seemingly normal morning routine comes after breakfast however: the day's "future forecast" as Eddie usually says. He sat at the table, utter silence filled the room, then in his head. Visions blurred past his eyes in blazing succession. "A school; apple; car accident" he muttered.
Eddie pushed in his chair and placed his dishes in the sink. As he was out the door, a call from his mysterious leader came in. "Copy. Heading out to Central Park. This is Agent Dawn, over and out." He loved saying 'Agent Dawn.' It was just one of the perks that came from being a paid agent sent to protect the world.
His route to Central Park was different from his usual daily beat. This route caused him to cross the boarding school. Eddie casually peered through the front gate seeing the school that matched his predicted forecast. "A school..." he mumbled, looking across the yard at the fountain where a group of kids were communing. His attention was focused on the girl in the middle being hugged (or held captive). Although it did not mean anything to him, this particular image of kids remained at the back of his mind as he made his way to Central Park.
The path Eddie had followed had taken him right to Stoker. Was it luck that brought him to meet his companion or was it just a little bit more than that? "Mornin', sir," Eddie greeted from behind Stoker. "What's on today's menu?" he asked jokingly.
It was nearly 7:00 am and in this part of the schedule, Eddie eats breakfast. The most interesting part of this seemingly normal morning routine comes after breakfast however: the day's "future forecast" as Eddie usually says. He sat at the table, utter silence filled the room, then in his head. Visions blurred past his eyes in blazing succession. "A school; apple; car accident" he muttered.
Eddie pushed in his chair and placed his dishes in the sink. As he was out the door, a call from his mysterious leader came in. "Copy. Heading out to Central Park. This is Agent Dawn, over and out." He loved saying 'Agent Dawn.' It was just one of the perks that came from being a paid agent sent to protect the world.
His route to Central Park was different from his usual daily beat. This route caused him to cross the boarding school. Eddie casually peered through the front gate seeing the school that matched his predicted forecast. "A school..." he mumbled, looking across the yard at the fountain where a group of kids were communing. His attention was focused on the girl in the middle being hugged (or held captive). Although it did not mean anything to him, this particular image of kids remained at the back of his mind as he made his way to Central Park.
The path Eddie had followed had taken him right to Stoker. Was it luck that brought him to meet his companion or was it just a little bit more than that? "Mornin', sir," Eddie greeted from behind Stoker. "What's on today's menu?" he asked jokingly.
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Alex's head twitched up from the book at Chris's question,"Hmm? Oh, it is a compilation of neurological diseases that those gifted with ESP tend to suffer from. I'm currently reading about a high level pyrokinetic terrorist who had been detained in Russia. He was executed and an autopsy revealed a veritable hodgepodge of chemical imbalances." Alex continued on about how various other high level Espers had also had several mental disorders, many of which were centered around the Pineal glad in the brain. "It's a fascinating read, though a bit dry for my tastes." He ended, angling the book so Chris couldn't see that he'd been drawing Godzilla on the borders.
After trying very very hard (and succeeding) at not making a dirty joke about Emery's thighs Alex slipped his book back into his sling pack and leaned back a bit. It really was a beautiful day.
After trying very very hard (and succeeding) at not making a dirty joke about Emery's thighs Alex slipped his book back into his sling pack and leaned back a bit. It really was a beautiful day.
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Inhaling again, Mako plucked the cigarette out of her mouth and jumped up onto the wall, balancing easily in her boots. She snorted laughter toward Emery and pointed the two fingers cradling her cigarette at her.
"P.D.A. isn't the same as bonding with 'beloved ones' Emery." Her tone was mocking and she stuck her tongue out at the other girl. Taking another inhale, she stepped next to Mikael, looking over at Amy. She was so sweet. Mako was always reminded of her mother when Amy smiled, quiet and childish. And all the others, though different in every way, just seemed to mix perfectly. Mako always felt a little different from them. She was most like Emery, since they both seemed to be the hot heads in the group. Although, Christopher had his moments as well.
But Amy, she was nothing like them. She was normal. They were all privileged, prodigal. Amy was perfectly normal. That is what they were attracted to. Her innocence and her wonderful attitude. They may all feel a little different from each other, but Amy was the shining contrast to them all. The perfect balance. Mako liked her a lot more than she liked her mother, that was for sure.
Mako would have replied to Amy's question, but something caught her ear. Beautiful notes radiated toward her and she glanced at the earphone dangling on Mikael's chest. Amy and Emery spoke with Chris and Alex about whatever conversation they had started, but she was beginning to hear only that music.
"What are you listening to?" Her question was far off and made her sound like she was hypnotized by something. By now, she'd closed her hazel eyes to the sound and was smiling softly. Normally, she would never have done this, but her morning was going so well and she'd been caught off guard by the perfect harmonies. The tiny fingers on her left hand began twitching a little, playing out the notes to a song she'd never heard before until now. Mako's heart was memorizing it, just like she always did.
"P.D.A. isn't the same as bonding with 'beloved ones' Emery." Her tone was mocking and she stuck her tongue out at the other girl. Taking another inhale, she stepped next to Mikael, looking over at Amy. She was so sweet. Mako was always reminded of her mother when Amy smiled, quiet and childish. And all the others, though different in every way, just seemed to mix perfectly. Mako always felt a little different from them. She was most like Emery, since they both seemed to be the hot heads in the group. Although, Christopher had his moments as well.
But Amy, she was nothing like them. She was normal. They were all privileged, prodigal. Amy was perfectly normal. That is what they were attracted to. Her innocence and her wonderful attitude. They may all feel a little different from each other, but Amy was the shining contrast to them all. The perfect balance. Mako liked her a lot more than she liked her mother, that was for sure.
Mako would have replied to Amy's question, but something caught her ear. Beautiful notes radiated toward her and she glanced at the earphone dangling on Mikael's chest. Amy and Emery spoke with Chris and Alex about whatever conversation they had started, but she was beginning to hear only that music.
"What are you listening to?" Her question was far off and made her sound like she was hypnotized by something. By now, she'd closed her hazel eyes to the sound and was smiling softly. Normally, she would never have done this, but her morning was going so well and she'd been caught off guard by the perfect harmonies. The tiny fingers on her left hand began twitching a little, playing out the notes to a song she'd never heard before until now. Mako's heart was memorizing it, just like she always did.
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"Seriously, Emery, Amy only has the one life," Mako said, mirroring Mikael's comment. "Can we keep her around for it?" she asked jokingly. Mikael smirked and pulled out his pad and pen. He tapped the end of the pen on the paper before randomly scribbling lines that suddenly began flowing into his head. Rhyme and free-verse combined was his specialty with poetry. He found that he hated being limited to just one. It was his idea, after all. Even if nobody else liked it, why should he care?
"So, has anyone done anything new recently? You know, a new song, a new case, a new dance, a new book, stuff like that. You know how much fun it is to talk about that stuff." Amy asked, drawing him from his stupor.
"Meh, nothing too important," Christian replied, popping a rolled up stick of gum into his mouth. "I haven't been able to cooperate with the detectives in this city yet. They think I'm too young to work on the kind of cases they do," he said with a sigh. "But it's no biggy. It's kinda nice to not worry about dead people for a while." Emery answered Amy's question, and Mikael furrowed his brow as he sensed what felt like someone resisting the urge to laugh.
He answered while looking at what he'd written, actually thinking about the content for the first time since he'd started writing it, "No, but . . when your head is as jumbled as mine is you wouldn't be able to, either." he said with a chuckle. "I may have enough for a poetry collection, though . ." he muttered, tapping his pen against his chin, vaguely aware of Mako stepping next to him.
"What are you listening to?" he heard Mako ask. He looked up to see she was addressing him.
"Oh," he couldn't help but smile a little. She acted so tough, but her weakness was music, like writing was to him. "Dante's Prayer by Loreena McKennitt." he answered. Usually he would be listening to Ayreon, but he loved the soft, sorrowful sound of Dante's Prayer. Which probably accounted for why his poem was so depressing.
"So, has anyone done anything new recently? You know, a new song, a new case, a new dance, a new book, stuff like that. You know how much fun it is to talk about that stuff." Amy asked, drawing him from his stupor.
"Meh, nothing too important," Christian replied, popping a rolled up stick of gum into his mouth. "I haven't been able to cooperate with the detectives in this city yet. They think I'm too young to work on the kind of cases they do," he said with a sigh. "But it's no biggy. It's kinda nice to not worry about dead people for a while." Emery answered Amy's question, and Mikael furrowed his brow as he sensed what felt like someone resisting the urge to laugh.
He answered while looking at what he'd written, actually thinking about the content for the first time since he'd started writing it, "No, but . . when your head is as jumbled as mine is you wouldn't be able to, either." he said with a chuckle. "I may have enough for a poetry collection, though . ." he muttered, tapping his pen against his chin, vaguely aware of Mako stepping next to him.
"What are you listening to?" he heard Mako ask. He looked up to see she was addressing him.
"Oh," he couldn't help but smile a little. She acted so tough, but her weakness was music, like writing was to him. "Dante's Prayer by Loreena McKennitt." he answered. Usually he would be listening to Ayreon, but he loved the soft, sorrowful sound of Dante's Prayer. Which probably accounted for why his poem was so depressing.
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Slowly, she nodded her head. Mako had heard him, but she was consumed with the violin and piano. Her fingers kept twitching, the notes playing out in her mind's eye. She would play this song later today, and it would be perfect.
A horn honked and Mako was thrust from her reverie. Cursing and shoving her cigarette back in her mouth, she looked over at Mikael who was smirking. Her neck grew hot and she stood up. What a jerk, smiling at me like that. Mako thought very quietly.
"Burn that for me." She demanded, pointing at his earphone. Looking at him one more time, Mako smirked back and then lazily draped her arm over Amy's shoulders, anything to get her mind back into focus. Amy was taller than Mako, so it was an awkward pose for her, but with as big a personality as Mako had, she made it work. Pulling the cancer stick from her lips she blew the smoke away from the group. It slithered up into the sky, disappearing into nothing.
"Amy, what have you been up to? How's your mom?" Mako always liked everyone's moms. Probably because they weren't her own.
She lifted her booted foot up and tapped Alex's knee. "You know, that crap talks about some of us in there." Mako always got defensive when people brought up experimenting on "her kind".
"You perform experiments on me, and I'll beat you till you can't walk again." She seemed really serious, her eyes glowing at him. But she quickly turned back to the sweet girl in her arm and gave her a squeeze.
"So, about your mom?"
A horn honked and Mako was thrust from her reverie. Cursing and shoving her cigarette back in her mouth, she looked over at Mikael who was smirking. Her neck grew hot and she stood up. What a jerk, smiling at me like that. Mako thought very quietly.
"Burn that for me." She demanded, pointing at his earphone. Looking at him one more time, Mako smirked back and then lazily draped her arm over Amy's shoulders, anything to get her mind back into focus. Amy was taller than Mako, so it was an awkward pose for her, but with as big a personality as Mako had, she made it work. Pulling the cancer stick from her lips she blew the smoke away from the group. It slithered up into the sky, disappearing into nothing.
"Amy, what have you been up to? How's your mom?" Mako always liked everyone's moms. Probably because they weren't her own.
She lifted her booted foot up and tapped Alex's knee. "You know, that crap talks about some of us in there." Mako always got defensive when people brought up experimenting on "her kind".
"You perform experiments on me, and I'll beat you till you can't walk again." She seemed really serious, her eyes glowing at him. But she quickly turned back to the sweet girl in her arm and gave her a squeeze.
"So, about your mom?"
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Up until now, Christopher had just been content to watch the traditional opening ceremonies between everybody. He had arrived at the fountain a short while before Amy had arrived. Of course he had arrived still grumbling about his alarm clock. He had gotten one of those stupid alarm clocks that ran away from you, so you had to get up to turn the damn thing off. It was a good idea, because every day he found himself half conciously slaping the base of the alarm, where the "snooze" button should have been. Soon he got up out of complete frustration and went on his daily adventure of where the hell the damn thing ran off to. Because, of course, the thing didn't have a set course and would move randomly, and always seemed to hide under something.
Although, knowing his room, that wouldn't really be a hard thing to do.
Chris stretched and vaulted from his spot on the small stone enclosure around the fountain. He turned to the rest of the group and walked over to them.
"Heh. It's not like you really can do much with me. No competitions I've heard of lately and I still can't convince the NYPD to let me into their firing range. Jeezus, I'd bet I could shoot better than them. But they always have to bring up that little detail about be bein' too young."
Although, knowing his room, that wouldn't really be a hard thing to do.
Chris stretched and vaulted from his spot on the small stone enclosure around the fountain. He turned to the rest of the group and walked over to them.
"Heh. It's not like you really can do much with me. No competitions I've heard of lately and I still can't convince the NYPD to let me into their firing range. Jeezus, I'd bet I could shoot better than them. But they always have to bring up that little detail about be bein' too young."
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Christian flicked out his arm, handing a piece of gum to Emery. Hmm? Oh, it is a compilation of neurological diseases that those gifted with ESP tend to suffer from. I'm currently reading about a high level pyrokinetic terrorist who had been detained in Russia. He was executed and an autopsy revealed a veritable hodgepodge of chemical imbalances. "So the guy was a terrorist, huh? Sounds like he got what he deserved. But I wonder if we should be worried about any imbalances in ourselves..."
He heard the others talking about music, but he tended not to become involved. He liked any song with heavy music and good lyrics, but he had very different tastes than some of the group. It was about that point that Chris#2 appeared out of nowhere. Heh. It's not like you really can do much with me. No competitions I've heard of lately and I still can't convince the NYPD to let me into their firing range. Jeezus, I'd bet I could shoot better than them. But they always have to bring up that little detail about be bein' too young. "I know your pain, Christopher. But they'll see their mistake soon." He took a long 'drag' out of his gum. "They can't get by in such a big city without a bulls-eye shooter like you."
He heard the others talking about music, but he tended not to become involved. He liked any song with heavy music and good lyrics, but he had very different tastes than some of the group. It was about that point that Chris#2 appeared out of nowhere. Heh. It's not like you really can do much with me. No competitions I've heard of lately and I still can't convince the NYPD to let me into their firing range. Jeezus, I'd bet I could shoot better than them. But they always have to bring up that little detail about be bein' too young. "I know your pain, Christopher. But they'll see their mistake soon." He took a long 'drag' out of his gum. "They can't get by in such a big city without a bulls-eye shooter like you."
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Rolling her eyes playfully, Emery pulled off one of her infamous sarcastic comments, dripping with feigned apology. "Gee, I'm sorry I'm not as poetic as some people, therefore forcing to show my love to others with physical affection," she droned slowly. She sounded like a bored young child reading off of an apology note to her teacher, written by her mother. However, Mako didn't end up answering as she made a comment related to music once more. And there she goes, Emery mused knowingly. Thanking Chris for the piece of gum, she unwrapped the chewy goodness and popped it into her mouth, biting into a burst of citrus flavor. With some detective speech to the left, some imbalances to the right, and a little mother talk somewhere in the middle, she began to zone out of the conversations, her mind muddled with the stretch yesterday.
Goodness, that was awful.
Usually her private trainer didn't find it necessary for her to touch on every oversplits, but for some reason yesterday, she was informed it would become apart of the future warm-up routine. Just the thought of placing her front leg's heel on a chair in front and her back leg's foot on the one behind her and doing splits down until her bottom touched the ground gave her shivers. It was pretty gross; instead of a simply horizontal splits parallel with the ground, her legs were raised above the horizon into a 'v' sort of formation, with her small body stuck in between.
"Hey, you guys, what time is it?" Emery asked, her voice a bit lost in her own dancing world. "Think class is gonna start soon?"
Goodness, that was awful.
Usually her private trainer didn't find it necessary for her to touch on every oversplits, but for some reason yesterday, she was informed it would become apart of the future warm-up routine. Just the thought of placing her front leg's heel on a chair in front and her back leg's foot on the one behind her and doing splits down until her bottom touched the ground gave her shivers. It was pretty gross; instead of a simply horizontal splits parallel with the ground, her legs were raised above the horizon into a 'v' sort of formation, with her small body stuck in between.
"Hey, you guys, what time is it?" Emery asked, her voice a bit lost in her own dancing world. "Think class is gonna start soon?"
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A grin popped up on Alex's face at Mako's comment. "It'd be impossible to experiment on you. An autopsy requires you to be deceased, and if those malodorous things" He waved his pen at her cigarette"Haven't ended your life yet at the rate you're inhaling them. I doubt you can die." He doled out little bits of flattery like that, some of it was insincere and others, like this one, were as laced with as much sarcasm as he could lay onto it. She actually did scare Alex, but not for the reasons most people were scared of her. He didn't fear her fists or her cutting wit, it was her power that made him shudder, she could see into your mind. It was a fuzzy power but a scary one, he had some things in him that no one should ever know about him. The thought made him inadvertently clutch his backpack a bit tighter.
"Hello Christopher,"He nodded another greeting to the second Chris,"Characteristically late as always."
"I think it's," Alex pulled up a sleeve and bared his arm," It's...gs:e2...I believe it's been broken."He sighed and undid the clasp,"It's also upside down, sorry Emery."
"Hello Christopher,"He nodded another greeting to the second Chris,"Characteristically late as always."
"I think it's," Alex pulled up a sleeve and bared his arm," It's...gs:e2...I believe it's been broken."He sighed and undid the clasp,"It's also upside down, sorry Emery."
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Amy grinned as the last person in the group arrived. "Well well well, look who was last to join us. Again." Christopher started moaning about how they wouldn't let him down on the range, and she laughed in her sweet, melodic way. "Like that makes any difference, right? You could probably get better at shooting just by looking at the gun. And Chris is right; in a city like New York, you need someone whose good with a gun. Then again, you grew up in Boston, so you would know that well enough." She stuck her tongue out at him with her last comment. Boston and New York had always had a rivalry, but she and Cristobal kept it only friendly. After all, Amy didn't watch many sports, and even when she did, she didn't really like the NY teams in the first place. She only liked good games.
Then Mako asked her about her mom. Amy answered, "Oh, she's doing fine. She made me stay to eat breakfast this morning, so that's why I was late." She paused for a moment, but then continued, "Oh yeah, that's right! She said to invite you all over for dinner again today, so I figure that once we get out of school we should just go downtown and hang out until it's time to eat. After all, you know how close my house is to Central Park, and that is one of the best places to hang out. What'd'ya guys say?"
Before she could get an answer, the warning bell rang, announcing there was only a few minutes until classes started. "Well, there's your answer Em! We need to get to class, guys! See you after class, Mike, Mako!" Amy took off for class. All the freshmen were pretty much in the same advanced courses, so they got to stay together in the classroom for the first half of the day. After that, the "Six Stars" got to do what they did best, leaving Amy to do whatever for awhile. While she might not have been as smart as them, she was still smarter than most other people, leaving the latter half of the day empty. Luckily one of her friends invited her to go along with them, so she wasn't usually bored, but... she knew that they couldn't always. If no one did, she'd just entertain herself for awhile.
Edward smiled briefly as he heard the voice behind him. "A little bit of legwork followed by a whole lot of justice, rook." He turned to the kid, Agent Eddie Dawn. He was still just a kid by Ed's standards, but the kid showed promise. Most of the people in the UPA did; that was why they were there in the first place. He motioned for Eddie to follow him as he started to walk out of the park and to a nearby subway station. He started talking as they walked, "Hey, rook, it's not just you, right? Call up that British girl, Lidvia. She's good, and we need some more skill here. Anyway, you heard what I said about that society, right? We have to figure out what there purpose is. Normally I wouldn't care one bit what it was, but some of the rumors I heard said that they were trying to find the Child themselves. God only knows why, but I have a feeling this 'gang' is more like a cult with an arsenal behind it, like Koresh and the Branch Davidians were down in Waco. You know how well that one worked out. We need to try and find out more about them before anything else. The UPA can't be responsible for a tragedy, can we?"
Then Mako asked her about her mom. Amy answered, "Oh, she's doing fine. She made me stay to eat breakfast this morning, so that's why I was late." She paused for a moment, but then continued, "Oh yeah, that's right! She said to invite you all over for dinner again today, so I figure that once we get out of school we should just go downtown and hang out until it's time to eat. After all, you know how close my house is to Central Park, and that is one of the best places to hang out. What'd'ya guys say?"
Before she could get an answer, the warning bell rang, announcing there was only a few minutes until classes started. "Well, there's your answer Em! We need to get to class, guys! See you after class, Mike, Mako!" Amy took off for class. All the freshmen were pretty much in the same advanced courses, so they got to stay together in the classroom for the first half of the day. After that, the "Six Stars" got to do what they did best, leaving Amy to do whatever for awhile. While she might not have been as smart as them, she was still smarter than most other people, leaving the latter half of the day empty. Luckily one of her friends invited her to go along with them, so she wasn't usually bored, but... she knew that they couldn't always. If no one did, she'd just entertain herself for awhile.
Edward smiled briefly as he heard the voice behind him. "A little bit of legwork followed by a whole lot of justice, rook." He turned to the kid, Agent Eddie Dawn. He was still just a kid by Ed's standards, but the kid showed promise. Most of the people in the UPA did; that was why they were there in the first place. He motioned for Eddie to follow him as he started to walk out of the park and to a nearby subway station. He started talking as they walked, "Hey, rook, it's not just you, right? Call up that British girl, Lidvia. She's good, and we need some more skill here. Anyway, you heard what I said about that society, right? We have to figure out what there purpose is. Normally I wouldn't care one bit what it was, but some of the rumors I heard said that they were trying to find the Child themselves. God only knows why, but I have a feeling this 'gang' is more like a cult with an arsenal behind it, like Koresh and the Branch Davidians were down in Waco. You know how well that one worked out. We need to try and find out more about them before anything else. The UPA can't be responsible for a tragedy, can we?"
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Mikael watched for a moment as Mako nodded, still in her trance. Still caught in the music. The honking of a horn snapped her back into reality and she noticed the look on his face. That same, steely look that came so natural to her reappeared and he felt a twinge of irritation sparking from her. She pointed at his chest before saying, "Burn that for me." it took him a moment to realize she meant his earphone. She smirked back before draping her arm awkwardly over Amy. Mikael shook his head and muttered, "Excuse me." under his breath as he turned back to his notebook. He scowled at the filled page and turned to a clean one. He cocked his head to the side and felt the weight shift on his earphone as it swung to the side.
Something humorous, perhaps? he thought. What had just happened was already beginning to form something in his mind. It had a lyrical feel to it. Something with a smooth, yet bouncy flow.
"You know, that crap talks about some of us in there." Mako said, addressing Alex."You perform experiments on me, and I'll beat you till you can't walk again." he glanced up to see that Alex was reading one of his textbooks and jotting down notes on it. He hadn't heard what he'd said about it, but he was sure he didn't want to. Having two parents that were doctors in the country's foremost - and the world's largest - medical center meant that he knew full well how much doctors were fascinated by "Espers". He hated the term. It sounded like a racial slur to him. That, and something out of a Final Fantasy game.
Oh, the agony.
Alex replied to her almost jokingly, and then answered what was apparently a query about the time. Mikael looked back down at his notebook. He frowned again and shook his head. He had the sudden image of an obelisk in his mind. Something huge and made of black marble with golden writing scrawled upon it. It stood in the middle of a lake turned almost pink from a rosy sunset. His mind had been on them, lately. To him they were symbols of mystery. Of ancient secrets and something wondrous. Something powerful. He had to do something with the idea or it was going to drive him insane!
Amy pulled him from his thoughts, "Oh yeah, that's right! She said to invite you all over for dinner again today, so I figure that once we get out of school we should just go downtown and hang out until it's time to eat. After all, you know how close my house is to Central Park, and that is one of the best places to hang out. What'd'ya guys say?" he was about to speak when the bell rang. He cringed at the annoying noise. "Well, there's your answer Em! We need to get to class, guys! See you after class, Mike, Mako!" Amy called as she took off.
Mikael closed his notebook and shoved it into his jacket's inside pocket, along with his pen, "See ya, Amy!" he called. "Just don't fall and hurt yourself on the way there!"
Something humorous, perhaps? he thought. What had just happened was already beginning to form something in his mind. It had a lyrical feel to it. Something with a smooth, yet bouncy flow.
"You know, that crap talks about some of us in there." Mako said, addressing Alex."You perform experiments on me, and I'll beat you till you can't walk again." he glanced up to see that Alex was reading one of his textbooks and jotting down notes on it. He hadn't heard what he'd said about it, but he was sure he didn't want to. Having two parents that were doctors in the country's foremost - and the world's largest - medical center meant that he knew full well how much doctors were fascinated by "Espers". He hated the term. It sounded like a racial slur to him. That, and something out of a Final Fantasy game.
Oh, the agony.
Alex replied to her almost jokingly, and then answered what was apparently a query about the time. Mikael looked back down at his notebook. He frowned again and shook his head. He had the sudden image of an obelisk in his mind. Something huge and made of black marble with golden writing scrawled upon it. It stood in the middle of a lake turned almost pink from a rosy sunset. His mind had been on them, lately. To him they were symbols of mystery. Of ancient secrets and something wondrous. Something powerful. He had to do something with the idea or it was going to drive him insane!
Amy pulled him from his thoughts, "Oh yeah, that's right! She said to invite you all over for dinner again today, so I figure that once we get out of school we should just go downtown and hang out until it's time to eat. After all, you know how close my house is to Central Park, and that is one of the best places to hang out. What'd'ya guys say?" he was about to speak when the bell rang. He cringed at the annoying noise. "Well, there's your answer Em! We need to get to class, guys! See you after class, Mike, Mako!" Amy called as she took off.
Mikael closed his notebook and shoved it into his jacket's inside pocket, along with his pen, "See ya, Amy!" he called. "Just don't fall and hurt yourself on the way there!"
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With a sigh, Emery shrugged with a reassuring smile to Alex. "It's fine, but you should really get that thing fixed. Otherwise, it completely defeats the purpose of a wat- HOLY mother!" She jumped when the bell suddenly rang. Glaring at the school's direction, she hauled herself off the fountain's ledge at the sound. "Oh, by the way, Amy," she called, just before the black-haired girl ran off. "I'm totally up for it. Talk to you later!"
Heading off for her own classes as well, she caught Mikael say some few words. Though it was typical of him, she couldn't help but comment on it. "See ya, Amy!" he called. "Just don't fall and hurt yourself on the way there!"
"Aww, is our author wowwied for his Amy?" Emery teased jokingly before wrapping a loose hand around Mako's arm. They had their first class together anyway, and she served as the perfect body protection against all odds. In this case, it would be against Mikael if he decided to retaliate with a physical movement.
Heading off for her own classes as well, she caught Mikael say some few words. Though it was typical of him, she couldn't help but comment on it. "See ya, Amy!" he called. "Just don't fall and hurt yourself on the way there!"
"Aww, is our author wowwied for his Amy?" Emery teased jokingly before wrapping a loose hand around Mako's arm. They had their first class together anyway, and she served as the perfect body protection against all odds. In this case, it would be against Mikael if he decided to retaliate with a physical movement.
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Mikael stopped dead when he heard Emery say, "Aww, is our author wowwied for his Amy?" his face remained as blank as a taunting sheet of paper - for a writer, the blank page was your worst enemy - as he turned to the dancer. She had taken hold of Mako's arm. The writer tilted his head to the side just a little. Sure, the jest annoyed him a little. But, he wasn't angry. Ticking him off was a hard thing to do, and usually you had to be a complete and utter moron to rile him. Still, he would play the part.
"I would tell you more than to just to watch your tongue, but . ." his blue eyes flicked to Mako and back to Emery, "my fear for the living weapon you have attached yourself to is greater than my desire to . . act." he said, his words coming out slow and cool, chosen quickly but not without some sort of forethought. His lips twitched into the shadow of a smile before he turned and headed to class.
"I would tell you more than to just to watch your tongue, but . ." his blue eyes flicked to Mako and back to Emery, "my fear for the living weapon you have attached yourself to is greater than my desire to . . act." he said, his words coming out slow and cool, chosen quickly but not without some sort of forethought. His lips twitched into the shadow of a smile before he turned and headed to class.
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Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
So, just to take a quick tally, how many people would be on board for a revival?
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Same here. Though, maybe instead of starting out at school, maybe we should start at a point after school?
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
Unfortunately, that's what I'm thinking. However, If we're going to revive this, count me in.
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
Hey guys, sorry I haven't been posting lately. I'll whip one up as soon as possible, after I get a few matters out of the way <3
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
Well, unless you had a plan for it, I was going to have the agents and kids meet through a certain car accident. At that point some stuff will happen, and from then on the plot starts. You can have the agents be anywhere, really, but the Chrysler Building is as good as any. We could say that after meeting at 9, they all split up to search until 3 and then all met back up there.
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
I'll be honest. I'm having trouble with my posts. This is mainly because I don't know what to do next seeing how you have a specific plot outline (it's ironic because Eddie can see the future hahaha). But the setting for my next post should be at the Chrysler Building, correct? And from there we walk the streets until the agents and kids collide?
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
Well, to affect one it would have to affect both. After all, we really can't have the two groups working on different time frames. What I would imagine happening for the agents is only meeting up and starting to hit the streets, but not finding anything. Eventually (most likely after nightfall in the RP) the two groups will meet do to circumstances that I can't really talk about right now. At any rate, this skip in time was simply to avoid a great bit of monotony in getting to the actual plot line. I don't want it to die in its infancy.
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
I'm confused with this timewarp. It it an overall timewarp or does this only affect the students at the school to pick up the pace?
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
Yeah, but the problem is just that if all the agents happened to post all at the same time it'll get confusing. I'll just be a sort of "reserve" player for now, in case someone drops out of the RP, that okay?
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
Very good, Rincewind.
Tomabird, even with all the characters, you are still more than welcome to join. Most of them are the friends, at any rate, and most of the agents haven't even posted yet.
Tomabird, even with all the characters, you are still more than welcome to join. Most of them are the friends, at any rate, and most of the agents haven't even posted yet.
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
I'd really like to join this RP as I PM'd you before, but there seems to be a lot of chars already.
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
Sorry for not posting guys, but I was trying to give some of the agents time to say something. Since that doesn't look like it will happen tonight, I'll try and post and skip ahead to after school and the actual story. So all I have to say is...
LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!!
If you understand the reference, you get a pat on the back.
LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!!
If you understand the reference, you get a pat on the back.
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
But ESP really isn't magic, so I don't know how that could work. Magic is something that is supposed to defy logic and reason, where as ESP is supposed to have its basis it scientific fact, so the two really aren't interchangeable. As I said, ESP is supposed to be more scientific than supernatural, and that's why you could research it. So I would either go with Occult or Esper Research or something to that effect than Veneficology.
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
OOH, I just looked up a latin translation of magic and got Veneficus. Veneficology?
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
Hmmm... Well, Occult works, I guess. In our world that does lead to a very speculative and negative connotation, but I suppose there it would have never taken on that baggage as it has always been accepted as true.
Re: [OOC] If the World Would Be Our Enemy
So is there a proper term for the research of the more otherworldly aspects of this world? Or should I just call them the occult?