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Mortimer Mene

"The will to live is strong."

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a character in “Psy Prep”, as played by Zalgo

Description

Name: Mortimer Mene.

Appearance:

Roughly six feet tall generally weighing up to 160 pounds with medium length black straight hair and blood brown eyes for now. All of his limbs and parts of his torso have had new parts sewn onto him, some parts having spent a longer time on him than others.


Equipment:

"Psychic!"

Coming off the street into the school he wears brown cargo pants, a black t-shirt, a long brown leather trench coat and a grey scarf that is often hiked up to hide his decaying features. All of these clothes he currently possesses were bought from a homeless guy who was too drunk to notice Mortimer's condition.

He also carries a spool of wire and a sewing needle.


Age: 17


Power: Living-Dead.

His body might be long dead with some body parts that didn't belong to him but it lives, moves, walks, all animated by the power of his mind. No matter if he is shot, stabbed, bashed or cut so long as his brain remains intact the rest of him moves all the same if it's still attached to the body as long as the body is connected to his head with the brain still in it. Much like a magnet though, his brain can only control so much as the strength of his brain's control extends only as far as the diameter of his original body.


Sexual Preference: Straight


Personality:

He is not much for talking. Living the kind of existence he has lived has taught him to keep to himself and avoid others. He tends to feel as though people take their own lives too much for granted. He doesn't like anyone forcing their ideals on others either though so when someone gets to know him better he still tends to remain the strong silent guy type, The kind of guy who doesn't make much of a fuss and gets things done. He is curious to learn more about himself whenever he gets the chance to.


History:

He was dead once. He woke up in a graveyard under a tombstone who's name had been scratched off it. He had no memory of his past, but that was the least of his worries when he noticed his flesh had gone rotten. He stumbled through the cemetery for a few days in the bloodstained clothes he was wearing during his death. Not knowing who he was, where he was or most importantly, what had happened to him, he decided to adopt the name of the grave next to his, Mortimer Mene for now since he lacked memory of any other name. After that he had to move on from the cemetery before anyone discovered him.

Skip to a few months later of living the hard un-life in the big city. He's avoided being seen by the public for the most part, forced to live in the darker alleys and more abandoned parts of town for the sake of safety. The closest he usually got to civilization was when he would make forays into cemeteries to dig up freshly buried bodies and steal their nice, healthy, recently departed limbs. He doesn't know why his limbs keep decaying like they do, only knowing that he can replace them with other parts from other dead bodies.

This was all interrupted one fateful night as he was on his way to go grave robbing once more. As he was passing by a convenience store he noticed a robbery in progress. The masked man with the gun had just stole the money from the register and was now making an escape from the store. Naturally this was no place for Mortimer to intervene so he didn't but as misfortune would have it a cop car was in close pursuit of the criminal or so he thought. Not wanting to be spotted, Mortimer tried to dash out of view of the police cruiser but this produced the opposite effect for him. The police had assumed he was the criminal and were now pursuing him! He ran as hard as his legs could carry him, immune to fatigue, but little could help him as he was cornered by a building by the cops who, given the opportunity that had presented itself, had gotten out of their car and pointed guns at him. Busted for a crime he didn't commit, Mortimer was taken to the local prison by cops who were less than thrilled when they realized just who they had to have ride in the backseat of their patrol car. He spent that night in a cell by himself for the other inmates were moved out from that cell as a show of mercy to them on the cops behalf.

The morning came and Mortimer was released from his cell, free of penalties. He did not understand why until he was handed a letter on his way out the door. An invitation from Psy Prep. The decision to accept the offer and enroll was a clear one for him. He was no optimist but even if the other students probably wouldn't welcome his differences at least this would give him the opportunity to find someone who might understand him better than he understands himself.

The time has come to see if this sanctuary for societies abnormalities could even accept an aberration such as him.

So begins...

Mortimer Mene's Story

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Ms. Marino

The Nurses Office was full of blood. All the Nurses were dead, and the patients, gone. She already had a pretty good idea of who had caused this, and had faculty searching the school already, others cleaning the Office. Soon, a faculty member came back with a report. "Only three students are accounted for as of yet, Adrien, Axel, and well...Mortimer's waiting for you in your office," the faculty member informed her. She began doling things out in her head for a moment, Mikhail was kidnapped and Arian, Danny, and Hallie left the building according to the testimonial another faculty member, that left the whereabouts of Liesel, Zoe, Chandler, and Zara unknown. Ms. Marino grunted with frustration, perhaps Ms. Cortez's approach was better than hers because everything seemed to be falling apart. Ms. Marino shook her head in disbelief, deciding to think on the way to her office.

Her phone began ringing, and begrudgingly, she hoped it was Dr. Ziles, luckily enough it was. "Please tell me this is good news," Ms. Marino sighed, "Why of course it is, Mikhail and Zara and Ms. Eve and Hallie, are all with me in a hotel; so there's no more need to worry about the Russian interference," Ms. Marino sighed, knowing Dr. Ziles wasn't going to be happy about this, "There's still a problem though...Arian, Daniel, Zoe, Chandler, and Liesel are all missing. Arian and Daniel apparently left the building with Hallie, so they must be in the hotel with you, but Zoe and Chandler must have been kidnapped by I'm assuming Liesel, because our Nurses are dead..." There was a moment of silence coming from the phone, worrying Ms. Marino greatly, "...Arian and Daniel aren't here in the hotel...only Hallie, but it's okay...we still have my power to find the other two, and Liesel is probably taking Zoe and Chandler to the Germans, which we can intercept once the blizzard is over...until then keep all the students who are still in the school safe and secure, I'll set something up with Ms. Cortez to make sure they don't leave; I've had it up to here with all of this foolishness."

With that Ziles hung up and Ms. Marino was in front of her office door. Opening the door, she stepped in, seeing their newest student. "Mr. Mene good morning, I'm Ms. Marino, one of the teachers at this school, and I'd like to give you a warm welcome to Psy Prep!" Ms. Marino said, shaken from her conversation with Dr. Ziles, but still sounding as happy as ever. She sat down at her desk and rummaged through her file cabinet for a moment. When she was done she handed him a key to his dorm and a brochure of the school that contained a map. "There are articles of clothes in your dorm room for you if you desire them, and your roommate is Axel Lerate. Do you have any questions?"

Adrien

Adrien roamed aimlessly around the halls, unsure of what to even do. Everyone had disappeared, and Adrien was growing more and more worried by each minute. He tugged on the strings of his hoodie, biting his lip anxiously. He hoped none of them were harmed...that none of them got into any danger. But psychics disappearing out of no where, especially in this school, had to be dangerous. He wondered, even if it was just briefly, if they had left forever, escaped the school and ran away without him...forgetting he was even there. Adrien shook his head, they wouldn't do that, there was no way. Still, he couldn't let that happen, he wouldn't let himself be forgotten again.

Adrien laughed a bit, his throat dry, he was pretty sure his over the top behavior made it impossible for him to be forgotten. Unsure of what to do a memory came to his mind. The water. When he was under it there was such silence, such relaxation, that he thought it would amplify his concentration and make creating things much easier. An idea came to mind, being the solution to his nerves, and his desire to test his idea.

He turned around the corner and entered the hotsprings. He cracked a smile, feeling the heat already even though it was winter was great. He opened a locker to put all of his clothes in before taking off his clothes. He paused at his boxers for a moment but decided seeing as no one was here that it wouldn't matter, and besides, he heard it was unsanitary to wear anything in hot springs. He stuffed all of his clothes into his locker and shut it, locking it with it's key. He picked up a towel and entered the actual springs, the heat much more rejuvenating when it hit him directly. He placed the towel on one of the benches by the doors and stepped into the water, noticing the steam coming from it.

Eventually, he was fully in and it felt spectacular! He immediately felt more relaxed about the whole situation with the disappearances. But he was here for a purpose, and that was to test his powers. Deciding it was time, he went under the water, holding his breath and closing his eyes. He could his whole body floating under the water, and there was barely any noise. He decided the first thing he would focus on would be what always troubled him the most, animals. So he began focusing on a bird...just a simple bird...

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Before

Mortimer had been traveling along the snowy roadside for who knows how long. Hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months. The only thing driving him along this path was the letter in his pocket. To him though, it was more than just a letter. It was the hope, the slim possibility of ever understanding who or what he is. It was also an address that was many miles away. Sure, he could of just waited for a vehicle of theirs to pick him but how was he suppose to know that?

So he walked day and night, never resting, never tiring. He was now walking alongside the forest path by the road, a natural area with much less light pollution. because of this and the time at which he was walking at this point he could barely see the road under foot. This road was surprisingly clear despite the blizzard currently assailing him. Must be the work of one of those large snow pushing automobiles. He thought to himself as he marched over the new film of snow building on the freshly plowed road as he traveled it.

The road was not the only thing covered in snow. Some snow had been piling up on his shoulders and head. Even with the trench coat and scarf on the cold took it's toll on him. Whatever flesh was exposed to the wintery winds were frost bitten, a white crust of ice lining the outmost edges of his face. Without any body heat he was about the same temperature as the world around him. He was so cold his internal fluids, stuff that already had the texture of chunky syrup, was beginning to stiffen causing him to slow down the longer he walked. Still he trudged none the less. No matter how long it would take him to get to where he needed to go, no matter how difficult the obstacles may be, he would walk until he could walk no more.

Fortune favored him on this day for his goal came within sight. The light of the school shined in a darkness so black it could almost be the void of space itself. Mortimer pressed forward, never slowing as he made his way up the winding road to the front doors of the promising school. No matter whether his welcome be warm or should he be received with only utmost disgust so long as he is accepted within those walls he would be content. With the heavy droning of snow crunching under heel he came up to the two large gates set upon a wall surrounding the school, imposing to all who stand before them.

So the moment of truth has come. He contemplated, his hand about to reach for the intercom system when the gates opened all on their own. It seemed to him as though they were expecting him at this hour. Step by ponderous step Mortimer trudged up the walkway right up to the front doors to the school itself. As if on cue the doors slowly swung open, the light from inside beating down on his eyes. Through the entirety of this journey the only lights that had accompanied him until then were the dim and distant street lights which served as beacons to all who traveled the roads at night. The light from inside this building was a drastic enough change that Mortimer could barely see inside. All he could discern was a faint black humanoid figure greeting him.

"Greetings Mortimer. Please follow me, you shall be seen to shortly."


After

So he waited. Sitting in a chair in front of a desk in what appeared to be by all appearances an ordinary office. There were files adorning the desk and file cabinets occupying the rest of the space in this room. It seems they keep a lot of information here. He observed the details of the room he was in. Despite being completely adorned in what appeared to be mostly work oriented paraphernalia this room possessed a more welcoming atmosphere than any place he had known in his entire unlife. Then again, anything that was not the dark unseen corners of the city as well as many graveyards and mortuaries was more lively than what he had known.

There was this feeling he could not put to rest however. The mood that hung in the air from what he had seen coming in was not all well. This school was a cheery looking place but he had yet to see people around that were happy. In fact, there was much fewer people in here than a school of this size should accommodate. A school of this size seemed awfully understaffed in his, albeit limited opinion. With so many questions and so few answers it was only safe for Mortimer to second guess the initial impression he had of this building. Before he could ponder further a cheery looking woman entered the office.

"Mr. Mene good morning, I'm Ms. Marino, one of the teachers at this school, and I'd like to give you a warm welcome to Psy Prep!" The woman, now known as Ms. Marino to him, welcomed him to their prestigious school. He paid careful attention to her words, following her motions with his cold dead unbroken gaze. Ms. Marino fished out a key as well as a brochure for the school before talking with him once again. "There are articles of clothes in your dorm room for you if you desire them, and your roommate is Axel Lerate. Do you have any questions?" He did well to listen to her words. He began to think about what she had asked him.

Do I have any questions? Should I ask about what I am? Who I am? Perhaps she might know. I did not come all this way just to become acquainted with other gifted individuals after all. I cannot say they would shun me or accept my differences but they might not know as much as this person seems to. If this one does know that will be acceptable too but the opportunity must not be squandered. I shall ask.

During the solid minute of time he had mentally debated with himself over whether or not he would ask her his question he had just been sitting there staring at her like some kind of zombie. The wooden chair under him groaned as he stood up. Ever since he arrived at this school the warm indoors had been thawing him out. His whole body was going from ice cold to room temperature so naturally the frost began to turn back into it's liquid state. There was already a small pool of water under the chair he was sitting and his clothes were damp and dripping.

Then there was the smell. Warmer now his flesh had started to exude the natural odor of decay. Stepping forward, leaving wet boot prints across the office floor, he took the key and brochure from Ms. Marino. Now looming closer the sickly sweet scent of death was much stronger than before. Mortimer spoke in a low yet hauntingly soft tone, pronouncing his words very slowly and carefully to counter his troubles with annunciation.

"Yes. What am I?"

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Ms. Marino

The room felt almost eerie to her as she set things up for the boy. The fact he was practically undead did not help with the atmosphere of the room, nor did the odor protruding from him. However he was still important to the school, important to the cause, and needed to be kept. It had seemed at first that the young...or perhaps old would be the term...man had no questions to ask her, yet he remained in the room for a moment, perplexing her slightly. However she was proved wrong once he began speaking.

"Yes. What am I?"

Ms. Marino paused for a moment, taking his question into consideration. "...You are an anomaly. You're something that's never been seen before, something that was seemingly impossible, but is standing before us today. So even if you may have been shunned and feared because of your differences, you're a gift to the scientific community...and the world. You're a psychic...born with the power to rise from the dead. It's quite marvelous...isn't it?" Ms. Marino had a small smile, perhaps the last sentence would have been enough, she found herself saying more, but it didn't matter, there was his answer, if he wanted more he could ask.

"Is that all? If so enjoy the school!" She said, still smiling. "Remember, you can go wherever you want as long as it's not in the red areas indicated on the map."

Adrien

Soon he found himself out of breath, crashing out of the water and catching his breath. "Still no bird," he said with a sigh and a frown. He leaned on one of the rocks in the hotspring, focusing to create a bird again, but nothing came of it. "I guess it's just not in the cards yet, huh?" He asked himself, sighing again. It would have been cool to be able to create real creatures, but it made sense that he wasn't able to, living things were complex...hard to recreate.

He slid of the rock and went back into the water, floating on the surface, dead man smile. He had been getting better at creating food at least, and meat was part of that. So creating inorganic and unliving things wasn't that far out of his reach at least. He yawned loudly, thinking it would be best to go to sleep soon, seeing as it was quite late and he didn't want himself falling asleep in the hot springs.

Eventually he went under water one more time, going deeper than before, hoping he'd be able to at least create an intangible form of an animal, a more practical illusion. From the outside the hotsprings appeared empty, the steam rolling from the water making everything hazy...but Adrien hoped he could fill the empty springs with his illusion...he hoped everything would pay off...

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Holding onto Ms. Marino's welcoming gift to him he simply nodded in response to her words. So... This is what I am. A marvel of science? Valued yes, but why? And she knows enough about me to know that much. Perhaps she knows more but for now I should go. I need to consider these facts she has shared. But I will ask for more, just later. With his thoughts set out straight after a half a minute within his thoughts he prepared his next words in conjunction with his thoughts on the matter. "For now." Was all he said, turning and moving towards the door. Leaving his meaning to interpretation he opened the door and with a step outside he gently closed it behind himself.

There he found himself. All alone in the empty school hall in the dead of night during a howling blizzard. He walked up the the frost rimmed window, staring out into the deep black night which drew him into a deep contemplation of his very being.

I've told myself I'd find the answers here. The card never said it had the answers I seek, only that it welcomes me to their school. Everything that has happened up until now has been on my assumptions. Assumptions... All that I have been able to go on since the day I woke. I didn't know anything that day, not even how to speak. The only thing I could of known was how to assume. Perhaps it has served as a crutch until now. A crutch to protect me from the truth. The truth that I've known nothing more than I did that day. I only assume I know things. I talk because I hear others talk and assume that's how it sounds. I see, I read and I think because I assume that is how I should be. Why? Why do I assume things I couldn't be even close to understanding. Like what others assume of me. I assume they see me and, as it has been all these years, they call me an "undead" or "zombie" and react in fear and anger. Perhaps I should not assume other people would make assumptions of me when I meet them? After all, these people are supposed to be unique like me... Like me.

I have yet to meet many people in this building. Are there really people like me? And how? The lady in that room used the word "psychic." Are these people psychic? Like those advertisements on the televisions I sometimes see. Those advertisements where people can read your future over the phone, Is that what she meant?... No. I must not assume. The only thing for certain is that I do not know what is certain. I do not know who I even am, how am I supposed to know who or what they are? I can't.

Still, what she said... A boon to the scientific community? So there is a community out there dedicated to science? And am I a part of this science? What purpose do I serve? Why was I designed and by who? I may only assume that within this school is the answers I seek but based on what that woman said back there my assumption still stands. This place is the closest thing I have ever had to an answer for all this and unless it would kill me again I must know. I need to know who I am or perhaps who I was.

I am no longer the person I used to be. His mind is gone and what was left of his body has rotted away and replaced again and again. My brain is the only flesh that has not left me yet. I don't know how and chances are I'd probably not understand if someone were to explain to me this science. A scientific anomaly. An anomaly. I am an anomaly. Something never before seen. The impossible. A gift to the scientific world. What of the others then? Are they the same? I do not assume that they are but I cannot help but wonder just why we have all been gathered here. What could they possibly need us for? So many questions. I could ask myself these forever and I would never know the answers unless I found them. One answer I have the power to know is where to go. It's in this map. I shall read.


Standing there just outside the office, doing absolutely nothing but staring outside and contemplating these many questions of his for several minutes. Breaking the stifling stillness he lifted up the brochure and began to analyze it in painstaking detail. He would make sure to absorb all the information he could from this brochure and puzzle it all out as best as he could, a process which in the past has taken well up to several hours. At one point in his past he had taken so long to read a book one his arms rotted clean off the shoulder. Unless something or someone were to interrupt, here he would stand until daylight dawned.

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No answer. Throat blocked by rocky emotion he strained to hold back, James dropped his cell phone on the carpet. His fingers found his hair but pulled instead of brushed. He had waited thirty minutes and no reply. He had sent more messages -- "I'm truly sorry" "Zara I just need to talk" "Are you okay? please just let me know ur okay" "if u want to punish me fine but tell me if u and the others are okay!" "please be all right" -- but nothing.

He wanted to punch a wall. Without his charm around his neck or touching his skin, he couldn't Scry which rendered him useless and normal. Good. Being special got him nowhere and with that thought, he plucked the blue crystal up and tossed it under his bed among his luggage.

Muscle tight, he stood up and left his dorm, whistles of wind distant but loud enough to reveal the blizzard raging outdoors. James tried not to imagine Zara stuck out in the cold, but had no choice. She and Mikhail and the others could be freezing right now and he had no chance of finding them. If Zara had been around with her power then everything would be easier. But even if she had been around she probably still wouldn't talk to him...

He had to believe they were all right. No staff were freaking out. The halls were empty, but only because his friends were detained elsewhere. Yes. Not dead or dying. Stuck in the blizzard. That was all.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and texted frantically: let me explain and u'll understand, i didn't mean to do that and i wasn't myself i need u to kno wut happened

A waste of time, but the guilty bubble expanding in his stomach, making him dizzy, deemed it necessary.

Or perhaps the smell had caused that.

James had had no idea where he was heading but found a new face before him somehow. His phone remained silent and still in his hand as he sniffed the air again. Had something died? He couldn't be sure, but didn't approach the young man. In his hands was a map. A new student? James didn't open his mouth to greet him, new people and conversation quite the opposite of what he wanted, but observed a moment. Snow clung to him in a few places, but mostly wet patches revealed he had recently been outside, bundled up for it as well. Black hair shielded his face for the time being, only a few features noticeable.

For a long moment, James wondered if he himself would be noticed, but the boy was enamored with that map for some reason.

Jaw tight, considering returning to his dorm to hide from people again, James didn't speak. But he knew he should help out this guy. He was new. He could be lost, or seemed he was. He posed no threat, as far as James knew, and obviously needed a shower. Did he not know what laundry detergent was?

"Lost?" he asked stiffly, still a good fifteen feet away down the hall.

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"Lost?"

He heard a voice interrupt his concentration. Mortimer raised his head from the paper and slowly turned to face the other student. He scanned his features, observing this young man as he does with anything. His first impression of the fellow student was not a high one. His fashion sense reminded him of a body he took his current right arm from. The arm he currently possessed bore a rather generic gang tattoo which must of carried some symbolic meaning within the deceased's old gang. He didn't care for it but body snatchers don't get time to be picky.

Upon further study the students face seemed a mixture of apprehension and depression. The apprehension was to be expected. Nobody who ever met Mortimer and didn't run screaming or try to attack him approached him without much caution. One of the many stigmas of being a member of the living dead. The students apprehension seemed to him to be related in some sense to the depression as well. He could tell his fellow student was not having the best of days even before meeting him.

He seems depressed. I wonder why? It is none of my concern though. Whatever may be troubling him, I am certain there is no place for me to inquire about it. He did ask if I was lost though. Just what does he mean by that? In what context does he assume I'm lost by? I have a map so I know my way around this building at least. Generally I don't find my way around though. I just tend to stay in areas where people do not stay. Hard to get lost by that standard. Perhaps he did not see it? I should show it to him to make sure.

After a few seconds of his motionless, unblinking stare Mortimer flipped his brochure around, making sure the map portion of it was in plain view for the stranger to see. He even outstretched the map towards him to make the point all that much clearer.

He should know I am not lost now. Unless perhaps he did not mean it like that. If he meant... I don't know. Am I lost? Ever since I have awoken I have never had a place to truly call home. I don't even know who I am let alone where I am most of the time. I am constantly searching. Searching for answers, searching for reprieve from this existence but most of all I search for a life to call my own. This life I live, this is no life. Hardly any of my original flesh remains on me anymore. Not even my bones belong to me. What am I if not simply a marvel to the world of science? Nothing more? I may be an anomaly but am I a person? Does a person rot away as a flame fades to dust?

He turned to face the window. On a particularly clear section of the window a single snowflake landed, sticking to the glass right in front of him. He stared at it, the happenstance of nature holding significant meaning to him. He reached a free hand of his out, the tip of his index finger just a panes distance away from the single flake of snow. Because of his flesh being so cool as it was there was no heat from his hand to melt this unique coincidence. While most people would have melted away this truly individual snowflake Mortimer could reach out to try and touch it without destroying it.

No. I may not be a person but perhaps there is something more to what it means to exist, even as I am. I stand a good risk of never knowing purpose, of never realizing the meaning of all this. Perhaps my reason to exist was to preserve that snowflake, if only for a little longer. Maybe it's all so much more than I could even comprehend. No matter whether I exist as a creation as special and irreplaceable as a snowflake or if I am nothing more than a step in a series of steps forming the stairway to something more I may never know it before and possibly even after the truth is discovered. Am I lost?

He turned away from the window and faced the student once more. Staring deep into his eyes, into his very soul with his cold dead eyes stained brownish red with blood. His gaunt, pale, sewn up face was now visible for the student to witness. Mortimer gave unto him his answer to the question initially proposed, the stitching holding the tears along both sides of his mouth running up towards the very edge of his jaw tugging a bit at the corners of his lips.

"Yes. Are you Axel?"

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What he saw didn't sit well. Like bad food left in the sun. James swallowed and didn't hide his apprehensive step backward. Somehow he managed a "No...not Axel..."

Lines stretched along the kid's face. Lines and tears. James knew he shouldn't have said anything. Hell, what happened to him? Could this be more evidence of the school's cruelty, what Mikhail and the others were so passionate about? A tiny ball twisted in the bottom of his gut, the heated worry for Zara and the hole of loss for his parents mingled and tingled, but laced with a popping crystals. Like pop rocks. Dumb candy, but accurate. Pop rocks and coke shook inside him, anger prominent on his brow.

"James," he introduced with a stronger voice. He didn't approach this stranger, but didn't back away further. He had to get credit for that. At least...right? Even if he wanted to shake hands, James knew he would shudder away, furthering his rudeness. Did he get points for observing this of himself? Probably not.

"Who're you?" He went on, then rephrased, "What's your name...I mean."

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James. So, this students name is James.

He knew the expression on James's face all too well. With the exception of the woman he just spoke to everyone he has met has bore similar faces. Faces of disgust, faces of fear, faces of hatred. Some people would wretch at the sight of him. Some would cower and/or run from him, often times screaming. Others would hit him, attack him until he ran away. The one thing they all had in common was that element of revulsion that was born from seeing something so gruesomely distorted, like a student's failed practice corpse at a mortuary science class. The fact Ms. Marino was able to keep as straight a face as she did was impressive to him. Impressive but suspicious as well.

Of course, Mortimer now needed to reciprocate with his own name, just as James had asked.

"My name is Mortimer."

Was all he said. Short, simple and to the point. That was all that was asked of him so that was all he gave. Mortimer was never much for talking at any point in his new state of living. Perhaps a state of mind learned from living apart from everyone else or was he like this in life as well? Another question created from the loss of all his memories of life before death. This amnesia was not just of his personal details either. He couldn't even remember how to read. It took him quite a while to relearn how but the ability returned to him after spending much time reading the headings on tombstones. The very first one he learned to read still holds a very deep significance to him even to this day. It holds more importance than even his very awakening for a relatively simple reason. Most people do not count birth as their true beginning. The living will usually elect their earliest memories of childhood as the very beginning of their life. The first few weeks of his life he could remember but as far as knowledge was concerned he was at his version of infancy. The point at which he transcended that state and learned to be a person was what he considers to be his real beginning. A form of mental landmark to define the moment his old life was truly dead and the new one began.

With his name already given Mortimer had nothing left to say to James unless he had another question for him. He didn't want to upset James by simply going back to what he was doing either. He simply stared at James, looking into his eyes with his own blood stained disks while he awaited some form of response.

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He broke to the surface once more, in dire need of air. Panting, he looked around, hoping to see something. In the distance he saw a small bird floating in the air, wisps of steam flowing off of it. Adrien smiled widely, his mouth open in awe. Soon the bird disappeared in the steam, but he was still full of joy, even if the bird only lasted for a moment, it was still great progress. Still smiling, he was about to get out of the hotsprings and leave until he heard a voice from the other side.

"Hey, Adrien. Are we the only ones left here?"

Adrien nearly jumped at the sound of another voice, but he could mildly recognize it as Axel's. He put a hand to his chest, trying to catch his breath from when he was startled before responding. "Yeah I think so," he said, chuckling a bit as he turned around to face Axel, but what he saw wasn't right, there was a long streak going down his face of what seemed to be blood, and the water around him was turning yellow. Adrien was confused and somewhat frightened, in case something had happened to him "Axel are you okay? Your nose looks like it's bleeding...or was bleeding...?" He had a worried expression on his face and couldn't help but wonder why he didn't notice by now.

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Axel, as soon as Adrien mentioned the nurses, blasted out of the water, leaving a yellowish spot in the water from the blood, and not from anything else(No, seriously, just the blood).

"The nurses! Now I remember!" he said, his voice rather raised, and began dressing, falling over in his efforts to get his pants leg over his false one, then just groaning, ripping it off, and making one out of his aura, noting that it was the ONE thing that didn't cause him any stress on his mind. Must have been due to how often he'd done it. As he dressed, he explained himself to Adrien.

"I was on my way here when I smelled blood in the air in the hall. Not my blood, mind you, the kind that sits in the air after a death, rot. I just passed it off as the result of my bit of cranial bleeding, but it's a bit too off, now that I think about it! Your mentioning the nurses reminded me!" As he dashed out of the springs, grabbing his prosthetic as he went, he went by his nose, which was pulling him closer and closer to the smell of necrosis, until he slid to a stop in front of... Some dude with the look of a vagabond and James(Ha, made you think he was going to find the dead nurses, didn't I?), who was standing a good fifteen feet from the guy, and for good reason. The stench of death coming off of him could gag a maggot. Axel, however, hadn't gotten the memo until he was right in front of the guy.

"WHOOF!" he said, taking a few steps back in surprise, then regaining his composure, doing his best to ignore the stink, the latter part being surprisingly easy. Probably because his nose had just decided to shut down. "Well, that answers my questions on both the smell and the number of students here!". Seeing the brochure in the new guy's hand, he extended a hand in greeting, glad he was wearing his gloves. "Name's Axel. Axel Lerate. Not to be rude, but you smell like you just climbed out from an early grave. Or a late one."

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He wasn't sure if Psy Prep was exactly the right environment for him to truly learn what was deemed right and wrong by society. But he just had to hope for the best, and continue learning and growing, not only with his powers, but as a person as well. He didn't realize he was in deep thought again until Axel burst out of the water, startling him again.

As Axel changed and explained his hastiness, Adrien listened on, curious about what the source of the scent Axel was talking about was. A scent of death and rot...it couldn't be right for a scent like that to be in the school. Maybe it was just garbage, or bad food. For a moment a bad thought came to Adrien's mind that it was those who were missing but he quickly brushed that aside, there was no way that could be the case. But still, he was curious, and maybe a bit worried.

"Wait for m-" he began saying but Axel was already out the door, even if he was struggling to put his clothes on for a moment. "You really have to stop having long thoughts when other people around," he said to himself aloud, leaving the hotsprings and wrapping his towel around his waist. He quickly moved into the lockerroom, drying himself off and putting his clothes on, deciding to just take his shoes and socks by hand until he caught up to Axel.

When he was done he left the room and looked around, thinking he saw Axel in the distance, and verifying it with the odor that was coming from where he was heading to. Adrien followed Axel and the scent, eventually stopping by Axel and James while Axel was greeting the new student and commenting on his scent. Adrien smiled widely at the sight of a new student, and though he came with an odor Adrien tried to push it aside, trying not to pay much attention to it. He put on his socks and shoes as they greeted each other before standing up again, "And I'm Adrien! What's your name?" He asked, waving his hand at the newcomer. The sight of a new person hindered him from noticing that James was upset, and the fact that he had to get Axel to the Nurse's office, but new things and people were always things that grabbed Adrien's attention.

Ms. Marino watched from the video cameras as the students conjugated in one area, making surveillance much easier. She wouldn't allow any of them to leave or get taken under her watch. At the same time she continued monitoring the status of the Nurse's Office. Luckily everything was cleaned up from what she could see, and some teachers were filling in temporary Nurse positions until they hired new ones. Everything seemed to be getting better, and if Ziles did manage to round up the students there would be nothing left to worry about.

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James Black

His eyes held him. Red. Bloody. Laced with horrors and unknown fears. James felt his knees giving out, or perhaps the earth beneath him wanted to sway. Neither he could be sure of. He just knew that no matter how he felt at that moment, it didn't compare to the gears churning behind those eyes.

"Mort-"

Someone interrupted him. Axel. James was impressed with his honesty and James noticed how he had tiptoed himself around the subject of smell. Mortimer's face distinctly trumped the smell, but Axel seemed unfazed or highly adaptable. As did Adrien when he appeared at his side. James wondered if his current vulnerable state had his mind so jumbled that he found the worst in everything.

Their appearance was slightly reassuring though. At least they were safe. Throat thick, he wondered softly about Zara again, his phone unmoved.

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Mortimer awaited James reply but before he was able to speak out a full sentence more people gathered. The first person introduced himself as Axel Lerate. The other person was Adrien. It was an interesting detail that both of these people looked very similar to each other, the only detail really separating them being Adrien's white scarf. He was never comfortable around crowds. The only reason people would gather around him in the past was to drive him off. This group of people all seemed friendly enough, all of them except James unfazed by his appearance.

Am I really that unremarkable? Or have they not noticed?

He wondered for a moment before Axel extended a hand to shake. Shaking hands, something he had only seen others do, never himself. It would be untrue to say he didn't have some performance anxiety.
Where on the hand do I hold? How long do I hold it for? How far do I shake up and down? Is that all there is to it? He asked himself all these questions and more within the sanctuary of his mind.

Reaching forward he grasped Axels hand with his right hand, his thumb just past the other hand's thumb. In a very stiff almost robotic motion he shook the hand up and down about a hands width. Mortimer's hand was a mismatched set of sewn on parts. His thumb, ring finger and pinky finger were all different from the rest of the hand in subtle ways and only really held on by his finely woven stitches. There was also a patch near the center of his palm that had almost worn through to the other side, a dark red hole of flesh about the size of a quarter. The skin around the index finger had rotted away as well, leaving the flesh underneath exposed. As Mortimer let go of Axel's hand a quiet sound most sickening, the sound of cold syrupy blood sticking to Axel's glove and peeling away from the areas of his hand the skin did not cover was heard.

"I am Mortimer." He answered Adrien's query before noticing the old stain of blood that remained under Axel's nose.

This was a concerning matter for him. Some would think that someone like Mortimer would be desensitized to blood seeing as he himself works with it all the time, cutting up dead bodies and the like. This would be ordinarily true but that only applies to dead people. There is not many corpses no matter how mauled that could disturb him but a living person is different. He understands very well that people bleed when they are hurt. Unlike himself, when people lose limbs they can't just put it back on. People suffer, people get hurt, people die. He has always been around the dead, fresh and old, but only twice in his history has he seen someone make the transition from living to dead. These instances left their mark deep in Mortimer's relatively young psyche. Blood in itself does not bother him but he is very sensitive around other peoples pain and injuries.

"Are you hurt?" He asked Axel with only the slightest emotional expression of concern in his voice. His face showed no expression beyond the neutral state of gravitas he usually has.

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Axel noticed the dried blood stick to his glove, and decided that he could spare a quick burst of aura. As he focused his aura around his hand, just microns over the surface, the very small bit of blood that had been left under his nose from after he'd washed himself clean disappeared, the rusty red of his aura taking its place colorwise. He grunted quickly, and the aura around his hand swelled, then popped, leaving the glove clean once more. The red fog that now remained after his aura dropped to the floor, spreading like cigarette smoke that's been chilled in a glass. He thought about the mist from back in the springs, and then realized how similar he and Adrien had looked. If it hadn't been for his missing leg then, and his better taste in cool-looking clothing now, he was pretty sure they would be almost indistinguishable, save Axel's being a couple inches taller.

"Eesh, the late Mortimer, it seems." Axel said, looking over his glove, just to be safe, "Eh, we're at a school where we're being taught to utilize powers that openly defy the laws of physics and apparently get sent out on life-or unlife, in your case-threatening missions for homework, the fact that I've just shaken hands with someone who is essentially a sentient zombie doesn't even faze me now. And as for the nosebleed, it's nothing, it was just a minor aneurysm." He shook the notion that something was wrong with him off like his nosebleed had been from stepping into the wrong side of the hot spring. "I've had worse. But regardless, I have a question. I'm guessing that your powers, based on the fact that half the muscles in your hand seem to be beyond ACTUAL working condition, yet do, involves a mix of both telekinetic control over your skeleton and the bones of others, so long as they're attached to you, and a sheer refusal to accept the fact that you're dead. I have to ask, because if I don't ask now, I'm going to be spending several nights sleepless thinking about it: Have you ever thought about giving yourself an extra pair of arms? Because that would be pretty cool." Hey, he's a synthetic life form, he can't really dislike someone based on whether that person is "living" or not. However, asking about making modifications is WELL within his bounds.

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James

He couldn't believe how blase Axel was being. How easily he could accept Mortimer's appearance. And smell. Wanting to be polite was one thing. Completely disregarding reality another.

Or maybe he was the one lost from reality.

No replies from Zara.

Seeing Mortimer pretty much taken care of, James swallowed and turned away from the trio. He probably wouldn't need a third person showing him around the school or explain what they did there. Axel had that covered with his quick explanation. Shaking his head a little, shoulders slumping, he started off down the hall, slinking back to the dorms.

In his room, he curled up on the bed with his blue crystal, wondering how his mind had wandered so far from his usual self. Death did that, he figured, yet couldn't bring himself to mourn. How could he? It had been weeks since he saw his parents, and now he finds out that they were dead for days without his knowing? He hoped he was handling it well, but then felt the wet of tears on his cheeks.

Part of him wanted to be alone. That was the only way to deal with emotions. Hide them. It was a creed he lived by. But more so, he wanted to know at least his friends were okay. He needed that. Craved it after obsessing. Zara still wasn't answering his texts, so he tried Mikhail, then Hallie. Hoping for any kind of answer. Chandler. Zoe. Danny. Arian. Liesel.

ru ok? plz answer!

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Zara

She was certain she was asleep.

Yet, for whatever reason, everything looked so real....

It's just a dream, it's just a dream... she told herself. Yet a strange dream. Why was she dreaming of Mikhail sleeping next to Hallie? Or of Eve sleeping on the bed in front of her? Why was she dreaming of Ziles in the other room, or of Danny and Arian in a car? Who was this weird guy in her dream, standing in a hallway back at the school? Why were Axel and Adrien in her dream? Even James...

No! she shouted to herself, shaking her head, No, not him! Go away! Yet try as she might, she couldn't get rid of him. He didn't disappear. He still stayed there, texting on a phone, looking nervous. Looking scared. Who was he texting? Why did she care?

Although she couldn't make him vanish, she was able to move away. Weirdly. She saw a small cabin in the woods, the snow falling. Chandler was there. Sitting. But...all wrong...was that a knife? She looked around quickly, surveying the surroundings. Liesel. And Zoe?! Who was this old couple?

What the hell? Why was she dreaming this? Unless...

No...it had to be a dream! Otherwise that would mean....

Was all this actually happening?!?

Suddenly, as if the realization was a switch, more people popped up. April's dead body and Vlad. Others she didn't even recognize. People she didn't even know. Had never seen before. They appeared in her head, revealing their location, their position, what they were doing. Things lost glowed dimly under trees, hidden by snow, buried in dumpsters. A watch. A sandwich. A key. Two people kissing in a dark movie theatre. A woman scolding her child. A man beating another man up. Children screaming at their bloodied parents. A gunshot. A runaway. People on a train, going to who knew where. All of this, Zara saw, happening at once, seeing at once, everything and everyone. She couldn't focus, just sat by as the images flashed before her and around her mind, taking over everything and growing until she thought her head would explode.

She opened her eyes with a gasp, breathing heavily. Blinking in the dark room, she tried to forget. Tried to write off what she had just seen as a very bizarre dream. Tried to lie to herself. Yet when she pulled her fingers away from the hot wetness she felt running down from her nose and saw the dark smears on her moonlit fingers and tasted copper moments later, she knew it was no dream. The people had vanished, leaving behind only bits and pieces, small sparks and jittery images, yet she still knew where each and every person was, and how to find them.

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"Eesh, the late Mortimer, it seems." Axel had apparently noticed the leftovers from their handshake. He watched as Axel used some form of red energy to disperse the blood from his hand. An interesting development in this conversation though not an especially strange one to Mortimer. It would take quite a lot to really surprise him. "Eh, we're at a school where we're being taught to utilize powers that openly defy the laws of physics and apparently get sent out on life-or unlife, in your case-threatening missions for homework, the fact that I've just shaken hands with someone who is essentially a sentient zombie doesn't even faze me now. And as for the nosebleed, it's nothing, it was just a minor aneurysm."

Mortimer didn't seem at all phased by any of the news given in Axel's dialogue on the outside but inside he was really mulling over the various aspects of what Axel had just told him.

So it's true. This school really is what it appeared to be. Considering the unique effects I have seen demonstrated by this person alone the answers I seek could quite plausibly be resting somewhere within. I wonder what he had meant by life or unlife threatening missions? Had I missed that section of the letter I received? Perhaps I had missed the full briefing? What would these missions require me to do? I came to this building to learn of who I am, not to...

No, I cannot. I dare not deal unto others this existence. Should I have to choose between learning the truth of my missing life and the lives others have yet to live I would have to sacrifice this opportunity in order to spare them.
Why... Why must I be forced to make this choice? Then again, what fate did I expect for something such as I?

Axel. A strange character indeed. I understand his reasoning for being somewhat desensitized to people in situations such as mine however his regard for his own health seems a bit askew. I am somewhat embarrassed to admit to myself that I do not know what an aneurysm is. I do recall that the person I had taken my last left foot from had died from one of those I think.


Mortimer had been so deep in thought that he almost missed what Axel had to say next.

"I've had worse."

He's had worse? Concerning. I'm starting to think not everything is well within this school. Perhaps he has a serious medical condition? Considering current circumstances it wouldn't be too abnormal.

"But regardless, I have a question. I'm guessing that your powers, based on the fact that half the muscles in your hand seem to be beyond ACTUAL working condition, yet do, involves a mix of both telekinetic control over your skeleton and the bones of others, so long as they're attached to you, and a sheer refusal to accept the fact that you're dead. I have to ask, because if I don't ask now, I'm going to be spending several nights sleepless thinking about it: Have you ever thought about giving yourself an extra pair of arms? Because that would be pretty cool."

These were not ideas Mortimier had not explored. He never really bothered trying to give himself extra arms but he had tried to make himself taller and stronger through bigger and longer body parts in the past. He discovered he had something of an equilibrium when it came to strength to body mass ratio. He could get stronger by simply adding more bone and muscle but after exceeding a certain size or length his body would get weaker overall at an exponential rate. His current form is the result of many trials and errors which culminated in a threshold Mortimer calls The Line.

After a painstakingly long few minutes of metaphorical gears turning inside Mortimer's head he simply replied
"It wouldn't work" without so much as a hint of emotion in his melancholic tone of voice. These people were asking quite a number of questions of him. What was a calm coincidental meeting with James had turned into what he considered a crowd. He was never quite comfortable with crowds. He looked over to the window and he could see the very hints of morning starting to peek through the night.

Just how long have we been talking? He wondered, looking back over at the three surrounding him. Mortimer did not feel tired, he could not feel tired. The only rest he ever needed was quiet meditation to let his mind relax. Despite lacking the physical necessity to sleep he knew that it was important for the living. Are these people not tired? He wondered if these people needed to sleep like normal people do. Considering the talk of an aneurism from Axel he decided to play it safe.

"It's late" Mortimer decided to head to his new residence with the hope that others would return to their own rooms in turn once he was no longer distracting them from their subtle needs. He politely nodded to the three before trudging down the hall towards his room, his stride slow and heavy, leaving wet bootprints along the way until he was facing the door to his and Axel's room. He grasped the doorknob and opened the door, his hand leaving a slightly warmer blood print on it has his grip left the knob.

There were many interesting details in this room. Many small items of personal taste belonging to his new roommate were present. With a faint interest in the details he marched his way forth, passing through the room to face the window. He looked out into the vast black expanse, waning into a dark shade of blue with the coming of the sun rise. As he stood before the transparent barrier between him and the most marvelous world beyond he took in the very majesty of the outdoors, absorbing the emotions it invoked before closing his eyes and letting his thoughts roam free inside his mind. Morning would be upon him soon.

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Axel frowned at Deadman Wonderman's statement.
"Shame. You could've been like some deva from Hinduism. Ah well!" He had a smile on his face as he rolled his head around on his shoulders, working a kink out. "And that reminds me, I still need to finish my soak in the spring!"
With that, Axel wandered off to the springs again, noticing Mort heading towards the dorms. With Axel's luck, he'd probably be stuck with him. But all those feelings went out the door once he returned to the spring and dropped himself in the water. If there hadn't been so much steam, he'd have realized he'd gotten in on the wrong side, and was sitting in the female bath. As he sat in the water, he formed a different persona to talk to, this one taking on the shape of a slim male in his teens, with long, blonde hair and a cool look in his eyes, wearing a shirt with the sleeves torn off and blue jeans. Axel closed his eyes and let his mind do the talking.

Well he seems... Nice.

{If by "nice", you mean a total deadbeat, Lars, then yeah.} It's hard to think about an imaginary construct facepalming.

Am I going to be stuck listening to just puns again? Or do you have something IMPORTANT to talk about?

{Actually, yes. Why would there be a new guy, who's apparently already dead? I mean, I'm pretty sure that they made me a teenager for a reason, and since we aren't getting any other students in, that would mean all the students were in some incident that instigated all of this, and thus not part of an experiment like us... I'm wondering if that substance we were created with could be used on cadavers.}

Hmm... I highly doubt it, seeing as we had to be BUILT to handle that stuff... Perchance there are those simply gifted?

{I doubt that, otherwise we'd have people thinking they're the Second Coming popping up all over the place. Dear lord, can you imagine? We might even have a Vietnamese Jesus running around, god forbid!} When Lars gave him "that look", he coughed. {I meant in terms of ANYONE getting psychic powers outside of a freak accident that should have, by all means, been impossible, or careful experiment. Something's fishy around here, and I'm REALLY sure that there was more blood than rot that I smelled in that hallway.} Lars shrugged in response.

Eh, I'm just your thoughts, so can I really disagree with you?

{...True. Also... I think I figured out my new parameters for my aura.} Lars continued to float in Axel's mind as he explained his ideas in their secrecy, hidden by steam, mind, and fourth wall.

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Time can be relative when you don't sleep.

For the longest period of time, so it seemed to him, he stood there in front of the blizzard frosted window with his eyes closed in perfect silence. Inside his mind he cleared his thoughts, trying to come as close to actually sleep as he could. Despite his efforts memories swam forth into conscious memory like curious minnows in a pond. He reflected upon these memories as though they were dreams but the truth was that he had no good memories to contrast these nightmares he calls experiences with. The best thing about all this so far was the fact that people were rather welcoming around these grounds. Of course he did not come here for the company no matter how good it was. He came for the truth and that was the truth behind his purpose here. There was no lying to himself about it. He would seek out answers or die (again) trying.

As the first rays of sunlight struck him he roused from his meditation. He looked down once again at the state of his hand. The whole in his hand had gotten grizzlier in state, the skin around the wound of time more rotten than the remainder of his hand and starting to peel at the ends. He flexed his fingers inwards and out to test his muscular and bone integrity. The rest of the fingers passed the test but his pinky finger didn't bend in at the base. It just sort of curled a bit and then limp. It appeared to him that that finger was only really hanging to his hand by the skin, the core had decayed faster than the rest of the hand. Perhaps some unknown variable in the owner of the hands life was taking it's toll on him now. At this rate he knew his hand would not last much longer. He put that thought to mind as he turned and walked out the room. His next destination? The nurses offices.

Following his map he slowly trudged his way through the long corridors of the school towards the medical facilities. Ahead of him in between him and his destination was a room that was putting out a lot of steam. It seemed that the steam had been sifting out the whole night, the precipitation leaving distinct puddles in the hall just outside the doorways. Consulting the map he had in his hands Mortimer looked up which rooms were just down the hall. He was by the entrances to the separate gender hot springs it seemed. He didn't pay much mind to that as he proceeded down the hall, the splashes from his footsteps resonating throughout the hall and into the springs themselves. He stopped when he heard voices echoing out from the areas adjacent to him. It sounded like a females voice joined by what sounded like Axel. He looked over to confirm the location of the two voices.

The female spring area? How confusing.

He waited a moment to confirm that Axels voice was in fact coming from the female only zone. It was.

Does that mean... Axel is a girl? I wasn't really certain to begin with. This is a school for the unusual after all. Perhaps I've been making more assumptions about the people here than I thought. Since he and Adrien look so similar, perhaps Adrien is a girl as well? I can't really say for certain anymore. Not that I have had any certainties coming here. My condition lends itself well to mysteries.

He waited for a minute or so while he deliberated in his mental forum.

"Axel?"

He called out, his voice reaching the springs without much to inhibit it. He wouldn't normally concern himself in other peoples matters but his curiosity outweighed his natural reclusive tendencies.
After all, what would be the point in seeking answers if you never ask questions?

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Axel couldn't help but smile back when Anna giggled... It was almost infectious, seeing as just a week or so ago she couldn't even imagine someone like him existing, someone who could touch her, that is. And she was right. He wasn't fully human, but that wasn't bad. He was given life by scientists, and that was good. And in that moment, to finish off the quote from Wreck-It Ralph, there was no one he'd rather be but him. He hugged her this time, and the only new thing that she would register was unconditional happiness.
"Thank you, Anna... And by the way, pardon my asking this late into the moment, but speaking of bathing, am I on the wrong side of the bath?" He was very suddenly aware that maybe, just MAYBE, this could be awkward for other people who weren't used to bath houses in Japan, implanted memories or not. Speaking of awkward, the Dead Pool decided to take particular time to ruin a perfectly good moment with his sudden, unexplainable presence. If Axel had been paying close enough attention, he would have heard something akin to a god of thunder laughing his ass off in heaven. "VIETNAMESE JESUS, MORT!" Axel said, jumping in his seat, "I thought you were going to the room! It can't have been more than ten minutes!"

(OoC: Seriously though, Zalggy. I both totally love and hate you for that.)

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Axel's embrace was overwhelming with joy, it flooded through her body, warming her from head to toe. Her smile grew wider because she knew it was because of her. She wrapped her arms around him, and held him for a moment, before realizing how intimate this moment really was. As if he knew her thoughts Axel asked, " And by the way, pardon my asking this late into the moment, but speaking of bathing, am I on the wrong side of the bath?"
A blush rose over her whole face before she quickly let him go, dipping all but her head under the water and turning around quickly to make her way over to a different wall.

"...O my!" she squeaked as she quickly wadedaway from him, reaching for the side to pull herself out. As she lifted her body out of the bath and onto the wall she heard Axel exclaim, "VIETNAMESE JESUS, MORT!...I thought you were going to the room! It can't have been more than ten minutes!"

Turning around she saw another boy, one she had not met before, but had seen in Axel's memories. He was standing less than two feet away from her. Surprised, she fell back into the bath, making a splash, "AHHH! " she shreiked out of embareesment, hoping the steam prevented him from seeing her nude, though she couldn't be sure.
Though she moment had passed, she peeped " Yes Axel, you are on the wrong side of the bath...as are you Mortimer..." and slid under the water, holding her face in her hands.
Two boys...two boys have now seen me naked....what a birthday this is turning out to be....

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"VIETNAMESE JESUS, MORT!...I thought you were going to the room! It can't have been more than ten minutes!"

Mortimer pondered what she meant by that deeply, standing there simply looming near the baths.

Last she left it was 2:00 AM. The clock in her room last indicated it was 6:00 AM. Perhaps the clock in her room is set wrong? No, the sun does not simply rise in a span of ten minutes. Clearly it must be Axel who is mistaken.

"It has been four hours since I arrived at your room." He stated clearly. "...O my!" The other person from the other side of the bath exclaimed. Unexpectedly he heard that person swim over and suddenly emerge from the bath. Before he could react there she was standing before him. A young girl of great esthetic quality. The steam was as clear as air from the distance she was standing from him. Time had seemingly stood still as both the girl and himself were simultaneously surprised and in considerable thought, all within the short span of time that was passing. Her body was slender and pale, not unlike a brilliant white ivory tulip stem and seemed just as delicate. Her long black hair contrasted her fair skin as much as night contrasts day, serving perfectly as a canvas to illustrate her. Her face had a kind of classical beauty to it, a kind face that almost anyone could get along with in his opinion.

His opinion of her physical appearance was high indeed. She was so lovely in his eyes that he had almost run out of convenience store gift card adjectives to describe her. When one spends almost every night of his life lurking in graveyards and hiding in dark alleys and trash yards the opportunity to see someone of such exquisiteness is as common as winning the lottery. It can happen but it was most considerably rare. Mortimer's admiration for her appearance came not from a physical attraction but rather from a more analytical observation. His body had long since lost that function. He could not even feel warm or cold. For what he lacked in reproductive capabilities he possessed a poetic soul and an appreciation for natural beauty.

One detail that was odd to him though was that her face was bright red and he didn't really understand why. He had heard in the past that if living people hang upside down then all their blood rushes to their head.

Had she been hanging upside down for a while before? How odd.

His thoughts only managed to proceed that far before the girl screamed in surprise and fell back into the water. He reached out to catch her since he was worried she might hurt herself but it was too late as she fell in. Somewhat disappointed in himself he straightened back up and unruffled his coat.
"Yes Axel, you are on the wrong side of the bath...as are you Mortimer..." The young girl he had just met squeaked out from just above the surface of the water before submerging once more.

The wrong side of the bath?... Wait, why did I come inside even though the bath area in this section is restricted to women only? I don't remember coming in. Perhaps I did without really thinking about it? That's the only explanation I can come up with. Oh well, I had best give these two young women the privacy this area permits. Even still though, I should apologize for scaring the young woman so. What to do... Ah! I noticed the girl was about to leave the bath area. Perhaps I can assist in some way before parting ways so I can go inquire to the nurse area about acquiring new parts.

With an idea in mind he walked over and procured a white towel provided by the school so thoughtfully in case spare towels were ever needed. He used the sleeve of his coat to hold the towel so that his blood wouldn't get all over it. He stepped over near the rim of the bath and outstretched the towel so it was within easy reach of the girl he had spooked. He thoughtfully turned his head away and closed his eyes so they would feel as though they had more privacy than they had previously.
"I apologize for my intrusion." He offered his apologies along with the towel to the girl who he admired so despite not yet knowing her name.

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"Right! I'll go over to the guy's side, feel free to join me if you wish, Anna." Axel said, standing up to get out of the water. As Axel stepped out of the water, his prosthetic leg clicking on the floor, he was able to prove, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was definitely a guy. As he stood up, he took the towel from Mort, thinking it for him, seeing as Anna wasn't going anywhere now that there was a new guy in the area, and threw it around his shoulders.

"And where are my manners?" he said with a laugh, "Anna, meet Mortimer, our new fellow student and I'm guessing my roommate, which I find kind of fitting. Morty, this is Anna, my closest and dearest friend." Throughout all of this, he remained uncaring of his general nudity, and clapped his hands after finishing his introductions. "Well! With that, I guess I'll get back to my side of the spring wih Mortimer! Again, Anna, feel free to join, it IS your birthday, after all!" He had seen it during his(now a really bad idea in hindsight) transfusion of blood during the night that he'd last seen the nurses, and figured that if was going to be up and coming, he'd better remember it. He had been planning to make her a present or something, but that had been met with a rather big wrench in the works. He would probably make it up to her tonight with a movie or something.

With his invitation in the air, he grabbed Mort's jacket and dragged him along, wishing Mort wouldn't be such deadweight. He was already acting like a buzzki-(*smack*What? Make me say one more dead guy joke, and you're joining him. Got it? Ugh, yes, MOOOOOOOOOOOM.) He just brought Mort over to their side of the baths so it wouldn't be so awkward.

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Adrien

When Adrien has woken up the first thing he had noticed was that Anna was gone. He swallowed, his throat tight and dry. Everyone was disappearing, he was unsure of where everyone was. Anna was sick before she went missing, he remembered seeing her in bed, with a high fever, clammy and sweating. He felt bad for her, her powers had hurt her so much...it put her through such emotional stress and if that wasn't enough she constantly got sick because of it.

He sat back down on his bed, tapping his foot nervously. He checked the clock, 6:00 AM. It was her birthday...maybe she just went somewhere in the school to celebrate with someone? Adrien wasn't sure but he got up, deciding to look around the school. With all the disappearances going on as of late he wasn't sure if hers was just a coincidence. He roamed the halls, looking around to see if she was there. The windows were being hit with small flurries of snow, the blizzard from yesterday night completed.

He kept looking, he hoped everyone was okay...but he couldn't possibly be sure. He checked the Nurse's Office first, assuming that would be the place she'd go to if any, and no one was there. After that he went to the library, thinking that if she was feeling well she would go back there. He wondered if she ever finished that book she was reading...what was it...? He couldn't remember the name but he remembered she was interested in it, and he was pretty sure that it had some religious context to it. Unfortunately, she wasn't there either. Next, he checked the cafeteria, guessing that she might have went there for food, and she wasn't there either.

Adrien's head was throbbing and he eventually got tired of the searching. He was hopeless and confused, where had everyone went? Why was Anna gone when she was sick earlier? His mind kept going to worst case scenarios and he wasn't sure what all of these disappearances meant. But when he was walking past the hotsprings he heard voices...Mortimer...Axel...Anna! That was at least three people and if James wasn't there he was probably asleep. Though he was still worried for where the others were he was relieved that at least some people were definitely okay.

He stepped into the hotsprings, taking off his clothes and putting them into one of the lockers, wrapping a towel around his waist. He decided he would meet up with Anna and talk with her once she was done, not wanting to disturb her. He decided that for the time being, he'd catch up with Axel and Mortimer. He walked into the male section of the hotsprings and put his towel on a bench, going into the water. "I was worried about you guys...is it just me or do a lot of people seem to be missing recently?"

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Anna remained soaked in the water as Axel began making his way over to the other side of the the hotspring. As he stood she began blushing once more, due to his complete lack of modesty. Quickly she hid her face as she murmered, "It's nice to meet you Mortimer. "
By now she was used to Axel's social awkwardness.

Mortimer seemed like a pleasant fellow. His limbs seemed to be sewn on, and he was quite tall. It made sense however, she knew that he was dead, well un-dead. Looking past the stitches and pale skin, she could tell that he was once a handsome man, and for someone dead, he wasn't half bad.

Lifting her hand out of the water, she gave him a smile and a wave. Though before she had a chance to speak more with him, Axel dragged him away to the other side of the bath. She could still hear them talking through the bamboo divider tunning down the room. With a giggle she thought, Well that was interesting, though Axel does keep me on my toes it seems. I'll have to talk more with the new guy later...

As they left she reached into her bag and removed a bottle of peppermint scented oils, and seeing how she was the only female in the bath, she poured a hefty amount into the hot steamy water. Soon the air was filled with the delicious smell, and the water became tingly on her skin. It felt good to clean off the sickness. As she began washing her hair she heard Adrein's familiar voice enter the bath. She felt relieved that he too was alright and made a note to meet up with them after they were finished.

After dressing and packing her things she returned her bag to her room and made her way to the common room. Plopping down on the couch she cracked open her copy of The Divine Comedy once more. After a few minutes of reading, the same man who took her suitcase on her first day stepped into the room and addressed her.
Miss Annabel Logan, I have some packages for you. He then brought in three wrapped boxes and placed them next to her.
"Thank you," she said as he walked out. Looking at the tags she saw one from her parents, one from her brother, and one from all three.
Her brother's package contained three new books; one with classic horror stories by H.P. Lovecraft, one complete works of Shakespeare, and one collection of Robert Frost poems. In his card he mentioned how much he missed her, and couldn't wait to see her again. In the box from both of her parents was purple cell phone with a cute green octopus dangling from it. Flipping it open she saw that all their phone numbers were already programmed in and she already had a text message from her father,

So you can talk to us anytime, hope you are making new friends!

Lastly she opened the box from all of them. It was a framed picture of her family, apparently her mother had started painting again. It was beautiful, and brought tears to her face. She didn't realize how much she missed them until she ran her fingers over their faces once more. Flipping open her new phone she send a message to all of them,

Thank you so much, I love everything. I miss you guys. I'm doing well here, and yes I am making new friends. I can't wait to see you again!

Her brother was the first to text back.

Happy Birthday sis, I'm proud of you.