Caelan McManus's Story

As the group made it’s way to the courtyard, Marshall observed as Jurou threw his arm around Mike’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. It was obvious that Mike liked what ever it was he had said. Marshall thought back to his old school and he was reminded of multiple times he had seen many guys go off the handle from seeing something like this. Marshall’s mind didn’t work the same way as other guys though. Sure he was crushing hard on Mike, but Jurou was really nice too. And it was obvious that Mike liked both of them. “Why make it into competition, when it can be a party?” He thought, shocked a little bit by his own idea. He waited a second for one of his inner voices to chime in, he knew it was inevitable. “Are you fucking serious? You mean to tell me that, rather than making one or both of them feel hurt, or turning it into competition that no one would really win, you would go as far as to start a three-person romantic relationship?” The nagging voice asked. “Yes, if it came to that. I would prefer to pursue Mike exclusively, but if it means that anyone will get hurt, it’s not right if we all like each other. What if they aren’t willing to do something like that? Then I politely bow out and try to be happy for them. However, until such an issue arises, I will continue to go after Mike, but I will not get jealous if either of them flirts with the other one, that doesn’t help anyone. And Jurou’s just as sweet and handsome as Mike, I might even do a little flirting with him too.” The argument in his head seemed to be resolved for now. He glanced around to make sure no one was staring at him as he was sure he had mouthed a few of the words while arguing with himself. Nobody seemed to have noticed, so he smiled and walked a little faster to catch up to Jurou and Mike in the front of the group. He felt happier than usual now and was grinning uncontrollably. He knew someone would notice eventually, but he didn’t think it mattered and his plan was still going well.

They reached the courtyard and opened the doors leading outside. Upon walking outside, he noticed that the courtyard was already occupied by a red haired girl and gravity boy from the mess hall. The two seemed to be intently focused on something, and he didn’t think the group would want to get that guy angry again. Marshall headed toward the opposite end of the courtyard and waited for the others to join him.

“C’mon, slowpokes. I wanna see those wings and the sun is setting.”

Michael opened his mouth and glared at Jurou rather playfully when he'd said that and gave him a light shove when he mussed up his hair. "Hey! You little douche it took me forever to get my hair this fab." he pouted and flicked at his bangs. Despite the fact that his hair was already inherently a royal mess. In his eyes it was a fabulously hot mess. "Wasn't exactly what I had in mind by rubbing but....suit yourself." He winked at Jurou allowing his mind to go down an unnecessarily dirty path. He was however just referring to his cat form rubbing up against him but....two birds in one stone. Tease him on all his forms. If it wasn't a sly poke at his catlike tendencies it was a sexual innuendo to get him flustered. This was a game Michael enjoyed.

“C’mon, slowpokes. I wanna see those wings and the sun is setting.”

Michael followed Marshall to the other end of the courtyard. "Here we are, the magnificent showcase of the one and only.........Angel." He spoke the last word with a whisper and smiled towards their small group. He spread his arms wide and took several steps back. He was still just in his jean pants and the muscles in his torso flexed gracefully with every move he made. The dry hot wind of the desert stirred and spiraled around Michael, stirring up small clouds of sand and dust. He turned around in place to show his back where his tattoos seemed to be literally pulling away from his skin, shedding their dark inky appearance like flakes of an old skin. His wings burst forth opening immediately. They where not like angel wings as they moved as if simply another part of his body, folding and adjusting their angle to avoid dragging along the ground or taking up the wind. When they folded they encased his back completely and where big enough to wrap around his body yet flexible enough to fold back along his spine.

He bent his knees and crouched low spreading his wings high up and without warning took off with an epic burst of wind. It was like setting off a rocket a cloud of red dirt was blast in all directions leaving a clean circle around where he once stood. He was rocketing upward at astonishing speeds his wings moving with astonishing speed and dexterity. He flew up several hundred feet and suddenly tucked his wings in tight, twisting his body in astonishing acrobatics ending in a hawk's nose dive. He adjusted to a glide that sent him in a circle over the courtyard.

Michael was in bliss up there. The skies where his home and it wasn't hard to see what with the passion and enthusiasm he gave to flying. He was more than an angel up there. He was an eagle, a hawk. Michael did a few barrel rolls, just to show off and allowed himself to slow before he landed, skidding across the yard. His wings gave a few light flaps to cool down before folding against his back and out of the way. He stood before the group, grinning ear to ear and bowed.

The plan was going well. The site sight of those beautiful wings was amazing.It unfortunately distracted Marshall enough to where he didn't see the grin on Mike's face. Suddenly, without warning he took off and was doing an awesome aerial display, though it was hard to see from all the dust in the air, before landing and bowing. He had a huge grin, if it was possible he looked even cuter with the wings.

“So, how high up can you go?” Marshall asked in awe, hoping to antagonize another display out of him, though he was hoping for a slower display. His goal was for Mike to go as high as he could, hopefully high enough to where the group would look like ants, that should be about the right altitude. Marshall smiled and blushed a little bit as he looked Mike in the eyes when he asked him this. Then, for some reason, his visibility started to flicker once again.

"You should go as high as you can go and hold it for a minute to really show off your abilities."

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Amelia Dunston

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Amelia tried to speed up her walking pace as the others all walked along side each other in front, but her short legs could only take her so far in one step, and so she hung back behind the three and walked alongside the other man who she hadn't noticed before back at the dorm. The new man had tentacles, which didn't come as a surprise to Amelia; she knew others had powers in this place. However it did make her think, why tentacles? Is this man a radio-active mutant? of the kind you hear of in comics and video games?, but aside from what she may have thought, he looked how Amelia felt; tired - but Amelia's kind of tiredness was not the kind from lack of sleep, hers was emotional tiredness, the kind that called for a good, long internal conversation with one’s self. But Amelia was getting none of that here. It seemed she would have to work up a way to get around the never-ending interruptions in this place.

As they all soon reached the courtyard, Amelia noticed that the red-headed lady and white-haired man from before were still here, and internally she frowned; it didn't feel right to barge in on their meditation. Though luckily, Marshall led the group to the other end of the courtyard, hopefully from here they wouldn't be too much of a disturbance. Once the group had decided to stop moving, Amelia sat and opened her book again, wondering what the rest of the group had planned for being here. It was only then, when Michael had sprouted wings and propelled himself into the air with a mighty whoosh of wind, then Amelia realised. They all came here for a showcase of each other’s powers, or at the very least, Michael's. As the winged man preformed his aerial stunts Amelia peered up to watch him. What he was doing seemed incredibly stupid; he was bound to get caught any minute now.

Despite Amelia's thoughts, Michael landed safely and gave a bow towards her and the others. Amelia could tell by the large grin on his face that flying was something Michael enjoyed, but it did look incredibly dangerous to be up so high, especially with guards surrounding the area. Once she was sure the show was over, Amelia went back to reading. Bringing the book up a little closer to cover her face, Amelia tried to hide from the others. She could have easily enough have hidden herself with her invisibility, but that was just it, Amelia didn't particularly want to show-case her power(s); she didn't see them as impressive - only necessary - and if she was honest to herself, she was starting to feel shy around this many people, especially since they were all males, and shirtless.

Utrien leaned back on the fence watching Michael soar. He must feel very free and relaxed up there. Away from the ground and problems. His eyes started to droop, as Michael landed and bowed with a satisfied expression. He stumbled close to Michael and hugged him from behind, careful not to crush his wings. "I have a question," he paused to blink."Can you take someone with you while you fly? And a follow up, can I be the first one?" he smiled a dopey smile. It would be a great experience to see what flying is like. He could nap later, this is more interesting.

Jurou simply laughed as Michael gave him a light shove, knowing very well they were both mucking around at this point. It was most fun playing around with Michael. That wink though, he was a bit more playful than he thought. The corner of his mouth rose into a half smile, raising a brow at the male. Well, that was a most nice thought though, of freely being allowed to, practically be all over the guy without him caring, sounded like fun really.

Suddenly his train of thought was cut off by Marshall telling them to catch up from being slow pokes, he grinned and did just that as they headed out in the court yard excitedly. Finally they were there in the open space, he loved it quite a lot and could already feel all his pent up energy wanting to escape. Inhaling then exhaling deeply, he was getting a good feel of the outdoors air. That was when he noticed two others outside, they seemed to be well acquainted with each other, what exactly were they doing though? He was curious but didn't want to disturb them and wow her hair. The female's red hair really felt like it was hypnotising him, it was so beautiful, she was beautiful. The guy with her seemed quite interesting, perhaps they were doing something rather serious? To avoid being caught staring, which would be embarrassing, he looked away and caught up to the others at the other side of the yard. He'd have to greet them some time in the future, he really wanted to know about those two.

Once they were there, he rolled up the sleeves of his jacket, simply out of habit and watched intently for Michael to show his power. That was when two quite large wings extended from his back and Jurou was staring, shocked and amazed. He was speechless as he watched the guy soar, up into the sky, completely not thinking about the guards that surrounded this prison of an Academy. His eyes were just, fixed on Michael. When he returned to the ground with a grin, a big smile formed on his face as he went up to the guy "holy crap Michael! That was so cool!" He felt like a big kid but he hadn't seen anything like that before. Sure he had abilities too, but he only knew of his own, he never grew up surrounded by people like himself, different, so it was new to him. He had never seen a person with actual wings before except for in movies and stuff, he honestly didn't think it was possible so it was quite a big surprise for him. He then noticed Utrien hug Michael from behind, asking if he could take him up with him and Marshall questioning how far up he could go. He would never be as brave as Utrien to go up that high via something so alien to him, it wasn't every day you went flying via angel boy now was it. But he most certainly did want to see that again. "Yeah can you do it again?! Please?" Jurou said encouragingly. He really wanted to see that again, it happened too fast.

In case Michael decided to do it again, he decided to step back and stood beside Amelia who was seated on the ground, simply reading, curious he peeked over her to see the name of the book and the contents inside, leaning a bit too forward without realising, he almost fell on top of the poor girl and quickly straightened himself up awkwardly. That was when he realised he hadn't gotten her name yet. "Hey um. I'm Jurou, I didn't catch your name yet, I wanted to ask at the pool area but you were real quick to leave." Jurou finally spoke up with a light chuckle at the end. As he spoke he watched the three from afar, waiting patiently for what they might do next.

Michael looked over his shoulder to Utrien, thoughtfully. To be honest he'd never actually tried to lift a whole person into the air the heaviest thing he'd ever took into the air was a school bag full of books and that was only once when he was terribly late. Thinking on it though he did remember it being quite cumbersome not because of the weight but because of the instability and drag it caused on him. The books moreso than the bag. His wings where incredibly powerful and plenty large. Capturing the lift enough for two people of his size to simply glide in one direction would be no problem but gathering the lift and strength to fly upwards as he does would be impossible and he feared that banking either way would cause them to spiral for the ground. "I don't think I can carry anyone at least not very far. Maybe if I practiced lifting bigger things and controlling more powerful winds I'd able to."

“So, how high up can you go?”

"You should go as high as you can go and hold it for a minute to really show off your abilities."

Michael bit his lip and looked to Marshall curiously, a soft smile on his pale face. "I can go up higher than any plane, but it's freezing up there I don't stay up there for more than a few minutes. You wouldn't see me way up there though but I'll go up high. And...I can't exactly 'hold it' I need lift speed brings lift only hummingbirds and dragonflies can hover. I'll glide as slow as I can though once I'm up."

He gestured for Utrien to stand back and once he was out of the way he flexed his wings. He crouched low for a second time and took off, this time his wings flapped to keep his momentum going up higher and higher and higher. The air gradually cooled around him and blew first more wild then more still. He looked down. He could see the entirety of the school from that height. He glided lower in a gentle circles, slowly, hardly flapping his wings at all. He peered down at the group circling the courtyard, they where little more than specs loitering in a sand pit.

As Mike took off Marshall flickered a little bit then faded to completely invisible. As he did he looked around at the others. As he thought no one suspected a thing as he was “glitching” and faded away.
“Perfect.” He whispered to himself. He then used his telekinesis to levitate himself rather quickly to Mike’s level in the sky. He followed Mike till he got to his highest point and the people looked like little specks. As he began to glide down in wide slow circles Marshall went around a few laps with him until he matched his pace perfectly flying right underneath him on his back looking right into his eyes. He slowly allowed himself to become visible again, appearing right in front of Mike’s face.

“Well, I do have to admit, the view is …breathtaking.” He said watching him freak out a little bit.

“So this is what I have to do to get a moment alone with you; be sneaky, sly and manipulative? Because that is so…” He trailed off as he was distracted by the look on Mike’s face. The utter shock and disbelief were just so damn cute. Mikes mouth was hanging open ever so slightly and Marshall just couldn’t resist the temptation, he‘d been planning to wait until after he had made a joke or two before making a move on him. He levitated a little higher and reached one arm around Mike’s waist and the other around his neck, placing the palm of his hand against the back of his head. He levitated enough to close the gap between them and kissed him. It was a short kiss, but incredibly passionate.

“… worth it.” He said breathlessly finishing his statement from earlier.

“I’m so sorry I just… wait. No I’m not; that was fucking amazing. No way am I sorry for doing that, though I did want to wait ‘til after I flirted a little more.”

Marshall continued to move along with Mike smirking like crazy. To say Mike looked shocked would be the understatement of the century. He held back his laughter and himself waiting for the flood of questions and probably a good natured slap or punch on the shoulder he deserved for what he had just done.

Passha looked at the ceiling, and closed her snake-like eyes, focusing her anger into her finger tips, she shot a fireball from her finger tips, into the ceiling. ”I think I’ll go outside and do this” she mumbled. Passha got up and walked through the noisy hallway and outside of the prison like building. She found her way to a bench and picked up a stick, then set it on fire, her fingers also on fire, not really affecting her, she tried to turn the flame from orange to white, concentrating hard on the flames. ”Ugh!” she screamed in frustration, putting the fire out, she took a lollipop from behind her ear, unwrapped it, threw the wrapper on the ground, putting the ruby red lollipop into her mouth, showing her snake fangs, two snakes sprouted from her arms at once and sat on either side of her, as she set the stick on fire again, watching it go from orange to red.

As Passha stood there, begun setting her fingers on fire, concentraiting hard on trying to move the fire to her palm, as she stared at her fingers, one finger begun to extinguish, sending a small fire ball to her palm. This brought a smile to Passha's face, a real smile, "I've been trying to do this for years!" she exclaimed, completely over joyed, forgetting the energy she excerted, suddenly hitting her, her knees buckled, and she fell, her hands extinguished, she began to breathe deeply, and within minutes she was fine.

"It is now time for you to return to your rooms. Anyone caught out after hours will be severely punished, guards will be posted at the end of each hall." Head mistress Aggies voice boomed on the over head speakers throughout the halls and rooms. "Wake up call will be at 6:00 A.M Sharp for another meeting in the Cafeteria at 7:00AM Followed by breakfast at 8:00 A.M"
The announcement ended with a loud screech.

Rayne looked up from her sketching, and figured she might as well just go to her room. She walked along the halls and found her room 118A once again, she slid the door open and plopped on her bed cranking up her head phones, and began drawing on another piece of paper. This time it was a landscape of mountains met by a foaming ocean, with dark storm clouds on the horizon. She felt the picture was perfect for the situation. She couldn't figure out if she was the mountain standing strong and tall through the storm, or the ocean, a mix of turmoil, lost, and trapped forever. She shook her head, and unzipped her backpack, getting out her colored pencils. She began to shade the storm clouds dark blacks and purples, and the ocean various dark blues and whites.

The blaring sound hurt Venoms' ears, she covered her right ear as it rang from the loud screech. 'Bed? Now? Na. For a minute, I guess.' She thought and pretended to look for her room. But she already knew this place like the back of her hand, she had spent months studying the map of the school. '116A' The room door read, she entered and turned on the bathroom light, fixing her hair. She took a last look, satisfied and lightly sat on her bed, waiting for something to happen.