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The Academy For The Unusually Gifted

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a part of The Academy For The Unusually Gifted, by TwitchtheLady.

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Utrien Qualiente [144] (mumbles) this better be about plants or animals or something because you interrupted my nap.
Marshall Stevens [128] "I was invisible long before I developed my powers."
Michael G. Haddock [125] "Oh yeah? Well.....I can Fly!" >:D
Jurou Kawaguchi [114] "How about we play a game?"
Caelan McManus [86] "Some call me Event Horizon. Fitting."
Katherine Silverleaf [82] "Revenge is a dish best served cold."
Tyson Jackson [69] "I'm just keeping the 'Hot' in 'Hotshot'. And I mean that in more ways then one."
Mihael McManus [60] "There are those that call me Father Time."
Judy McGee [55] Gifted child

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When the girl spoke to her, she had been looking at the girls shoes, somehow not wanting to do eye contact. ”It’s fine, and Panther is nothing to fear, he’s a nice dog, just pet behind his ear and you’ll be fine” she said with a smile. She turned as the girl entered the room, and picked up Panther. ”So I didn’t catch your name” she said, moving to the girls other side.

Panther licked the girls hair, not knowing what else to lick, his tail moving and whacking Judy’s arm

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"Ingrates, all of them..."



Caelan's thoughts roiled as he aimlessly wandered the hallways from the cafeteria, passively looking for the courtyard. As thoughts continued to roll in his head like clothing in a tumble dryer, Caelan's mood soured once again. Why then? Why that worthless pyrokinetic? Why couldn't he just consign them all to a singularity and be done with it? They would only be pawns in the end anyway, unless they showed extreme talent like Desire, and Katherine to a lesser extent. His anger began to burn brighter, and hotter, fueling the instabilities that came with his powers. Objects in the wake of his path in the hallway shifted slightly, only barely displaced as they floated for brief moments. Why. Why why why why WHY!? It suddenly occurred to him that the almost physical weight of the sun and heat once again bore down on his shoulders. He'd somehow manage to navigate himself to the courtyard, despite his inner turmoil.

Out in the sunlight, Caelan began to pace back and forth across a small section of the courtyard, his jaw clenched in thought. Why should I be FORCED to be pleasant with them? Why!? Loose stones began to float around him as his anger continued to grow unchecked. Why should I tolerate them? Why? Why can't I just crush them all into NOTHINGNESS!? Why can't they all SCATTER? The stones began to orbit Caelan, gaining speed as his temper rose. Why... can't... they... all... GO! One of the stones whipped around Caelan too quickly, and struck him across the cheek, leaving a small cut. The physical pain very nearly threw his grip of control away, however, he used it as a focusing tool. Caelan sat, crossed his legs, and began to slow his breathing. Then, slowly, the stones slowed their frenzied dance around him. As he began to calm down more, they lazily rotated around him, almost as a symbol of his own inner harmony. With his temper slowly snuffing out, Caelan rose, floating off the ground in the center of his own model universe. Calm. Harmony. He was the master, not his own power. He couldn't rely on Mihael forever, anyway. If he was here, he may as well get used to being separated from his brother.

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Amelia sat with her knees pulled up near her chest and her head tilted backs lightly so it lay against the caged wall as she exhaled and inhaled slowly to regain her breath after having lost most of it during her competitive game of baseball, with herself. In the distance Amelia heard the sound of furniture scratching against tiled flooring, and then a muffled crash, followed by silence and eventually the sound of growing footsteps. Once she heard a door creaking and the quick footsteps come closer, Amelia tilted her head forward and opened her once closed eyes.

Across the courtyard, a white-haired man paced with his jaw clenched. Amelia assumed the sounds she heard inside could have some connection with the increasingly angry man she saw in front of her. As the man paced, and seemingly grew more angry, Amelia spotted a collection of stones began to lift and rumble their way though the air, circling him as he continued his internal angry ranting. Amelia considered putting up her shield, just incase a stone flew haywire and made it's way directly toward her.

Half-way through the process of creating the shield, one of the stone struck the man across his cheek which ripped him back into reality, or so it seemed. Eventually the man went from angered to calmed and sat himself on the floor, crossing his legs as the stones slowed their whirlwind and progressed into a slow rotation around him. Amelia waved back into visibility as she broke down her shield and watched the man from where she sat, cocking her head slightly in curiosity as she watched the man then begin to float off of the ground. He seemed to be meditating, which was understandable, she was told once that some people could float just from pure inner peace and a clear mind. But this was a school specifically for people with powers a parade of freaks, where the vultures would pick the weak to death and listen to the commands of those who were strong. The man seemed like the strong type, but his anger made Amelia wonder if he'd be a strong leader. The way she saw it, a level-head was the appropriate essential for survival and leadership, especially amongst a load of potentially life-threatening powerful teenagers.

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Michael sat down and crossed his legs. "Well I sure hope you're right Marshall, I'd much rather be a super hero than a lab experiment but the way they treated us getting us here....well....no one can pack their entire life in 24 hours. I tried."

He brandished his spork as if to make a point his eyebrows raised. He was joking of course. There was no use dwelling on it Caelan can go be a jerk with his group all he wanted, Michael just wanted to enjoy himself and learn how to use his powers effectively. Even if they weren't going to be taught by the government they could teach each other a thing or two. He turned to Utrien. "You've never had creole?! You haven't lived. First there's shrimp creole which I like alot its tomato, celery, bell pepper, onion and shrimp basically. It's spicy but if you pour it over rice it's perfect. Then there's chicken creole which I've actually only had once but it's just as amazing."

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Ty listened to Katherine's explaining why she is kind of sickly looking at the moment, and her fear of fire. "I appreciate the honest. We all got our demons." Ty said to Katherine, trying to reassure her. "Sometimes they seem like actual demons." As soon as he said that he instantly wanted to take it back, and closed his eyes for a brief moment like he said something stupid, he isn't exactly comfortable talking about his past. "I'll try not to 'flame on' when I'm around. Just don't get to mad if I slip up ever now and then."
Then Judy, along with Panther came into the cafeteria. Her attitude was surprisingly hostile, her and Katherine must have had some kind of altercation earlier. Panther came over to him and started nudging at his hand. Ty kneeled down and started petting the dog. Then not to long after another girl came into the cafeteria. She was wearing some fancy dress, and introduced herself as Passhia but to be called fang. Living up to her name she had some kind snake like tongue and fangs.
Then a cobra slithered down from her hair and onto the floor. "Holy Shit!" Ty yelled out as he jumped back. Ty only half heard the girls talk about some cat, he was focused on the cobra. "First a dog, then a cat, and now a snake. Did I miss the memo? Am I the only one who didn't bring a pet? Or do they give them out here like those owls from Harry Potter? If so I want a Komodo Dragon."

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Allison nodded in agreement, making the coins on her mask ting together, as she watched the chaos seem to stop just as quickly as it had started on both sides of their table. It took her a moment to let go of her own leg, since her grip on it had became deadly when a table nearby suddenly looked like it had been stepped on by a giant. She stood to throw Maya and her's things away, passing by some of the newcomers as she did so. The place had became too crowded for her anyways, shrinking the dark closet into a small box that could've just been a coffin. She had no idea, she never could see the outside of it.

Waiting by the door she looked over at the group that continued to grow, seeing that her wishes of things calming down were not going to be answered anytime soon. Allison reached up to tighten her hair back into position on the higher part of the back of her head and waved to all of the people in the cafeteria. I think after this I will paint the halls after all, I think everyone here could use something...

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“It sounds tasty.” He grinned. “Tell ya what, when this place is done with us, you can make me some of your Creole and I’ll make you some of my clam chowder.” He could think of nothing right now that would make him happier than cooking for Mike. He suddenly had images of the two of them living together and cooking for him all the time. “ Wow, going a little overboard there aren’t you? Now you got the two of you guys living together and you can’t even work up the nerve to tell him you like him.” his inner monolog returned to scold him again. He ignored it.

“So I guess with gravity boy going to the courtyard, it doesn’t leave us with many options for seeing those wings you were talking about, the only other place I can think of that would be big enough is the pool.” His face turned a little red at the thought of seeing Mike shirtless, wet and with wings. He suddenly noticed the dog and the girl with the snake. He had no issue with the snake, he actually liked snakes, but the dog in the cafeteria really bothered him for some reason. He had nothing against this particular dog, but he was still freaked out a little. Out of nowhere he started flickering. He couldn’t figure out what was going on, he was going in and out of visibility like an old tv with bad reception. A few minutes later he was completely gone. He saw the looks on the group’s faces freaked him out even more as they watched him disappear in front of their eyes.
“Oh shit! Well, this has never happened to me before.” He said as he tried concentrating on being seen. The best he was able to get was a ghost-like effect, he was visible, but he was see-through. “This is weird, I’ve never been half visible before. What should I do?” He asked with a note of fear in his voice.

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Character Portrait: Marshall Stevens Character Portrait: Utrien Qualiente Character Portrait: Katherine Silverleaf Character Portrait: Jurou Kawaguchi Character Portrait: Judy McGee Character Portrait: Tyson Jackson Character Portrait: Michael G. Haddock Character Portrait: Caelan McManus Character Portrait: Passha Leolore
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Utrien's eyes sharpened the moment he saw the cobra. Even if he was adept at handling wild animals, he was still wary around them specially with Ezra around. Unlatching his tentacles from the ground, he made them rise up and wave to Fang. If she wants to freak people out, alright with him. He can play that game just fine. He didn't sleep as much as he wanted and his usual serene and shy demeanor is gone, replaced by an uncaring and sarcastic demeanor.

So many varied people arriving, so little presence to go over there and talk. He slumped over the table and laid down with his face sideways, too much interaction with nothing much happening. First the cat incident, then the marshall and jurou faceoff, followed by Caelen, Ty and Michael. He knew that Ramone told him to socialize but this is ridiculous. He liked animals and plants, they were much more predictable. Less drama and more upfront.

Utrien turned his face towards Michael. "The only thing they are feeding us here is slop and other unrecognizable food. Spam would be better than this, and that's Something Pretending As Meat. Talking about delicious food with actual ingredients would be more of a disadvantage, no?" Utrien grinned. His sarcastic side is getting the better of him, mostly why he naps. Waking up gives him a mellow and soft buzz that subdues that. He shrugs mentally 'oh well i'll be living here with them and looks like i won't get much sleep. They might have to get used to it.' He sat up with a cheeky grin.

The next thing that happened was another unexpected event. Marshall is flashing. And not the girl kind of flashing, but the flashing from reality flashing. He's flickering from view. With wide eyes, Utrien took some of the slop and smeared it on Marshall's arm. He thought of smearing it on to Marshall's face as a moustache but he doesn't know what's in there. He wants Marshall to be visible, not sick from some new disease. "I'm sorry, i just need you to be visible. You did say that you sometimes can't control your power, maybe this is one of those times?" Then Marshall flickered halfway back to solid. "...At least i didn't smear it on your face like my original plan," he reasoned with a sheepish smile. "I would suggest to coat yourself with something that's easy to see. Wouldn't want any accidents. Maybe this is a stress thing though. Who knows, but hey maybe you can now haunt the kitchen so they can make the food better" he added with a somewhat unhelpful shrug.

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Character Portrait: Marshall Stevens Character Portrait: Utrien Qualiente Character Portrait: Katherine Silverleaf Character Portrait: Jurou Kawaguchi Character Portrait: Judy McGee Character Portrait: Tyson Jackson Character Portrait: Michael G. Haddock Character Portrait: Caelan McManus Character Portrait: Passha Leolore
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After Jurou finished his slop rather quickly, he simply sat there and listened to the trio for a bit, then got bored and started to day dream, leaning his elbow on the table he stared off into the distance with his face leaning on the palm of his hand with a natural irritated look about him as he began to think of ways to give Marshall hell. Perhaps he could simply just tease him from time to time for fun, although watching him squirm sounded just as fun but he wasn't sure if it was a good idea in front of a lot of people. He continued not to pay attention to anyone or anything around him for quite a bit, simply thinking, the random object his eyes were fixated on did not change, he simply stared at a random chair for quite a while until finally he snapped out of it casually and looked at the three. "Marshall, you're terrible at flirting, aren't you embarrassed about everyone seeing how bad you are at it?" With that little snark remark, which he said as if it were part of casual conversation, no sudden grin on his face, just a blank expression as he looked him in the eyes, then back at Michael. "I'm really bored now. Can we go. I didn't come here to watch the circus." That little comment was towards the little fight of sorts if you could call it that, that happened while he wasn't paying full attention. He could still hear all the drama, just didn't care for it. Jurou was acting quite serious and impatient now, itching to just get out side and let out all the built up energy he had stored in him. He didn't even really care about Marshall's random flashing, as long as it didn't affect him he would let him keep flashing. "You look better half visible." Okay one more little asshole comment, now he needed to just wait until they got out of the damn place so he could cool off by running a bit or something. He couldn't care less if someone brought a damn dragon into the cafeteria by this point. When he noticed Utrien smear slop on Marshall he started chuckling out loud like a little kid, which in a way was a nice change to see him smiling and laughing from his frowning face.

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Michael's eyes widened at Jurou's words then his ears promptly went a shade of dark pink as he realized what he was suggesting. Marshall was flirting with him. 'Well obviously we knew that from the start' His thoughts interjected. 'Well I hoped but....sometimes...
'Sometimes my ass he's into you like a moth to flame. SO take him.'


Michael was hardly perturbed by the new arrivals to the mess hall, he was more focussed on what was going on at the table. Michael punched both Jurou and Utrien in the shoulders, scowling at them. "You jerks!" of course (punch) is a real stretch of the word. With his thin pale arms It would be a wonder if he left a bruise. It'd be more so from his firm knuckles if anything. He looked directly at Marshall, peering through his curtain of translucent bangs with a determinedly concerned expression on his face, his lower lip jutting out slightly in thought. He stood and walked around the table to Marshall's side then sat down in front of him. He put the back of his hand to his forehead and nodded he put both hands on the sides of his face. "Look at me in the eyes and..... just come back."

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Judy had refused to even look at her in the eye as she apologized, told her that her dog was nothing to be afraid of if you just pet behind it's ears, she picked up her pit bull up and then walked towards the snake girl Fang who had just walked into the room. Kat blinked and watched her walk away, why had she bothered even saying anything. "I appreciate the honest. We all got our demons. Sometimes they seem like actual demons." The boy closed his eyes and tenses almost as if he regretted what he just said. Strange. She didn't ask him about it though, not her place to pry into others matters. "I'll try not to 'flame on' when I'm around. Just don't get to mad if I slip up ever now and then." She nodded and shot him a small smile, even though she couldn't actually say ok to that. She would have to work on her fear and how she might react when it does happen. For now she wouldn't think about it. The boy cursed and freaked out about the snake, saying something about missing the memo on pets and saying he wanted a Komodo dragon. She took this moment to quietly make her way over to the cafeteria line, take a bottle of water and then start walking to the exit. She looked back in an attempt to wave back at the boy but he was too distracted and she wanted to be alone. All day people have either spoken over her and not let her get a word in or just ignored anything she said, she was tired of it. She sighed and pushed the cafeteria door open just enough for her to slip through, leaving the room of buzzing conversations behind. The hall outside was almost unnervingly quiet. She thought about where to move. Option one was back into the cafeteria, that was not going to happen. Option two was her room, that was REALLY not going to happen anytime soon. She took a long sip of the water and started moving. "Only one place to go then."

She walked to the end of the hall and then turned, trying to figure out where exactly the courtyard was. Meditation sounded more exhausting than productive right now since she was too tired to even get mildly irritated much less angry but the thought of Caelan floating made her smirk. He was a really interesting guy. He was short tempered, violently impulsive, slightly sadistic and could be very intimidating at times but there was more to him. She couldn't forget the expression on his face when he spoke to her about them being partners. He looked almost...cute. There is no way that a true psycho could make such a shy and vulnerable expression. Everyone had their good and bad sides right? She kind of wanted to see that warm smile of his again. It was soothing, compared to all the glares and scorns she had seen on peoples faces today. She turned one more time and saw a door with light shining through it. Had she found the place at last? Only one way to find out. She stepped outside, momentarily blinded by the sunlight. She rubbed her eyes with her sleeve, it took her a few seconds and half a dozen blinks to see clearly again. What she saw was Caelan, surrounded by pebbles, sitting on the floor in his zen mode. His back was to her so she couldn't see his face but she didn't have to. Swallowing the rest of the water she made her way towards him, stopping a few feet away as to not bump into his pebble display. "So by the tranquil master of harmony and the lovely display of levitating pieces of this beautiful land...I shall assume this Floating Zen 101?" She said it in a playful voice, placing the bottle on the floor next to her and bowing dramatically in respect to the teacher before her. She didn't feel like she was about to pass out anymore, enough water was back in her system it seemed. Her entire body felt heavy though and she craved a bed that was not available at the moment. So why not try to enjoy herself a little in this hell hole after today? She was allowed to be a dork now and then.

When she straightened up from her dramatics she noticed someone else in the area. It was a girl. Kat sighed, hoping that this girl wasn't like the last three weirdos she had encountered. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't had a single pleasant encounter with a girl all day. First the mess in her room with Desire, the blatant disregard for any courtesy about the fact that it was HER room not someone else's by everyone in general including that odd Venom girl, the awkward encounter with Judy that later let to another awkward exchange that had not been any better than the first. Kat felt almost afraid to even attempt to communicate with this new girl, she was too exhausted to get in another fight, to frustrated to argue, too sleepy to even walk that far really. So she did the less exhausting thing she could think of and probably the least hostile thing she did all day, she waved at the girl.

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Marshall didn’t really care about the slop that Utrien had smeared on his arm, not that it really did any good, the invisibility power had an aura effect and the slop became as visible as the rest of him, it was the reason that his clothes always phased with him. He did his best to calm down after the embarrassment and he could tell that Mike had been embarrassed as well, from the redness in his cheeks and ears. As Mike went out of his way to “defend his honor”, even if it were a poor attempt, it only made things worse. His visibility started fading a bit more and Mike came to sit down and try to get him to focus on coming back, though he wasn’t sure where Mike thought he was going, he appreciated the gesture, though it just made him feel even more humiliated. As Mike looked into his eyes, Marshall knew that he was going to loose it and, at this point, he didn’t care. His eyes rapidly shifted from the usual emerald green to a dark, almost black, pine green. He very gently removed Mike’s hands from his face, taking note of the worried look in his eyes, Marshall gave him a reassuring smile before his jaw clenched to the point of locking up and he stood up glaring at the smart ass across the table.

“ This ends now.” He growled. “You and I are going to be spending a lot of time together in the same room so let’s get this over with before one of us does something we’ll regret. I slammed a door in your face, true. However, before that I was flirting, as poorly as it may have been, when I was interrupted by a whiney cat with a wardrobe malfunction. This was irritating to say the least, then you drop the bomb on me about how you were stalking me and then try to run out the door without so much as a word as to why you were doing so. So, yes, I slammed a door in your face and held it shut until you answered my question. Was it a display of dominance? No. It was a display of anger and frustration. Contrary to what your more wild instincts may tell you, not everything is a pissing contest. At no point have I ever felt myself superior to you or that you were a push over. I actually respected you and in spite of your recent dumb fuckery, I still do, hell I respect everyone here. Anyone who goes through the pain of discovering their powers and all the bullshit that comes with them is far from a push over. But know this: I’m not a push over either. I have no doubt that you could beat the crap out of me with out even breaking a sweat.” Marshall paused but didn’t break eye contact. There was a shriek from the kitchen as all the knives in the cutting block came floating into the mess hall. Marshall positioned the knives to where they were all pointed at Jurou's vital organs with a mere thought. “But I could end you without even lifting a finger.” He hissed. “I put up with bullies like you for the last sixteen years. And I’m not talking about the kids at school I mean my own fucking parents. I volunteered to come to this fucking place to get rid of those ass hats and I’ll go to a real prison or my grave before I’ll put up with someone like them ever again. So you have two options. One: you can treat me with the same respect that I have for you, or two: you can fear me, but either way I will not be bullied ever again.” He slammed all the knives into the cement floor of the mess hall hard enough to sink them all about halfway into the floor. “I believe I have made my point.” He sneered.

His visibility began to flicker again as he walked to the door and by the time he was there he had vanished. The doors to the mess hall swung open as he left. Marshall went back to his room and changed into his swim trunks and grabbed his towel. He walked down the halls to the pool and he didn’t care if he was able to be seen or not. He walked into the room and dove right into the pool trying to get the sixteen years of hate that had just boiled up to the surface to wash away, but it just wasn‘t working. He pulled himself up to the side of the pool and started sobbing.

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Control. Must. Maintain. Control…


Caelan, externally, settled back onto the ground while the stones continued to rotate around him. Internally, Caelan had cut himself off from the outside world. The desert ceased to exist. The Academy, demolished. His emtions in harmony. He had become the master of his own domain. He had retreated into his own mind and soul, trying to wrestle his own emotions into control. He was long gone.

A pitch black void. Devoid of everything, filled with nothing. Only Caelan stood alone, his arms outstretched at his sides. He accepted the nothingness, allowed it to flow through him and expunge the turbulent emotions that raged within him. The roiling chaos seemed to seep from him and flow out. With his distractions eliminated, Caelan began his mental exercises. At a twitch of his hand, his own version of existence flowed into being. Sweeps of his hands created asteroid fields, black holes, and constellations. His hands moved, and the space obeyed. Planets, galaxies, and suns grew, flourished, died, and recycled themselves, further continuing the cycle of existence. He was god. However, as he strode through his creating, an unnerving presence haunted him. Something lurked in the darkness, acting against his own creations. Unraveling them, destroying them. Seekeing to usurp his rule. Caelan sought out the intruder, heading deep into his mental universe. The further he strode, the less of his masterpiece he saw. When he was surrounding by nothing but blackness once more, the blackness spoke back.

”You. You think yourself the master of your own universe. You think yourself perfect. You are far from it, Caelan. You and I both know it.

Caelan turned, facing the anomaly in his creation. A silhouette faced him. He didn’t need to guess to know whose silhouette it was. The shadowy version of himself wavered, flowed, and stared back at him with hard crimson eyes. Expressions of outrage, hatred, anger, and sorrow flashed across shadow Caelan’s face. The only constants were the two angry crimson eyes. Eyes that were exact copies of his own.

You know nothing of control, Caelan. You never have. You never will. It’ll always be the same. I will always be there to get in your way. You’ll lose control, again. You’ll crush those you care about until they cease to be. Starting with that pretty redhead we seem to like. Katherine was it? Just imagine how she'll look lying broken before you, bleeding into that beautiful red hair of hers. Try as you might, you’ll only fail. As you’ve always failed. I’ll watch, and laugh. As always.

No. Not this time. I will master you, you will bow before me. I WON’T DO IT AGAIN.

At Caelan’s outburst, something changed within him and with the shadowy version of himself. The dark Caelan’s form sharpened while his own began to waver. He could feel it, as strange a feeling as it was. In his moment he knew his downfall. He couldn’t let himself become that… thing… in front of him.

”I will conquer you. I WILL not lose this. I can’t lose! I won’t!

"So by the tranquil master of harmony and the lovely display of levitating pieces of this beautiful land...I shall assume this Floating Zen 101?"

Katherine’s voice ripped Caelan from his inner confrontation back to the desert. Back to the Academy. The stones slowed their orbit and settled, creating a ring around himself. He opened his eyes, blinking in the overwhelming brightness for a brief moment before he could see again. Katherine playfully bowed before him, like a student before their master. He stood, returning the bow with a flourish.

”Well then, student, approach so we may begin the lessons. We will see what you can become during your studies.

Caelan noticed a girl sitting off in another portion of the courtyard. She looked a little too young to be here, but it wasn’t completely out of the question. Who knows what her powers were? He decided that he’d play at the level-headed figurehead and beckoned her over in turn. ”You can join in too, if you want. Or watch, whatever works!

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ile only staring at the man for a few moments, Amelia saw from the corner of her eye another person enter the courtyard, this time it was a lady with long red hair. The lady walked over to the man and spoke to him, she seemed to be trying to act playful towards him as she spoke and then bowed, this made Amelia wonder what kind of relationship the two had.
Only after finishing her one-way conversation did the lady then look over to realize that Amelia was in the courtyard too and so the lady waved.

Amelia was surprised at first that she had been noticed, the man didn't seem to see her before he started meditating, but naturally she waved back. Then, only a few seconds later the man's display of rocks and stones settled themselves and stopped moving as the man then opened his eyes and stood to reply to the girl. He seemed playful too, which was a change to how Amelia saw him before, angry and frustrated, she assumed the meditation was working. After finishing replying to the lady and ushering her to sit with him, Amelia realized this must have been a meditation session between the two, and her thoughts were only confirmed when the man asked if she'd like to join.

After the man's seemingly kind gesture of finally noticing her and offering her a place in their sessions, Amelia then stood and lifted her bat up, letting it rest against her shoulder as she walked over to the two, waiting until she came level with the man and the red-headed lady before she spoke in her quiet, monotone voice, "No, sorry... sport is my form of meditating and since I can not.." Amelia pulled the bat down off of her shoulder and tapped it in her palm, feeling the cold metal as she spoke, "I will go have to find something else, so that I do not disturb your session.." and with that small bit of speech, Amelia made her way out of the courtyard and back inside the building, heading directly to her room.

After putting the baseball bat safely away, Amelia began to think of what she said earlier about sport being her own form of meditation and so decided that, if she could no longer play baseball, she would go for a swim as she was certain there was said to be a pool here. Once appropriately dressed in her swimsuit and equip with a towel, goggles and sandals, Amelia left her room, closed the door and made her way down to the room which contained the pool.

Once there, Amelia placed her stuff down in a corner of the room. She made certain to fold up her towel neatly and then place the sandals on top so they would stay put and stay clean. Then, after securing her things, Amelia pulled her goggles down over her eyes and made her way to the edge of the pool, taking a deep breath before diving in and beginning breast-stroke once she had resurfaced. Half-way down the length of the pool, Amelia noticed the sound of sobbing and stopped her self so she could listen and look around for the source. It turned out to be another man, dripping wet on the side of the pool in his own swimming gear. Curious. Amelia decided to swim over to him, but she knew of the possibilities the others may of had with their powers, so she stayed in the water and kept herself afloat as she looked up at him on the edge and spoke, "Why are you crying?" she asked the man, her voice similar to the emotionless, monotone vibe it had earlier. Amelia waited for the man's reply, tilting her head slightly in curiosity as she noticed the man starting to flicker and waver in and out of existence.

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ImageWhen Michael came over to punch both him and Utrien, it did not hurt him, felt more like a little pinch, and whether a bruise would be there or not didn't bother him, as he wouldn't remember it. He kept chuckling however, trying to suppress his laughing through closed lips, it was hard to stop himself from laughing. However, he noticed the things he had said had gotten to ghosty boy over there, and that made him happy. Good now he was angry, now Jurou didn't need to be mad at him casually walking around like it was nothing anymore. That's all he wanted. But the things he was blurting out to him really annoyed him, he sat there and listened with a sinister grin on his face for a moment but as he continued he stood up and decided to retaliate. "You mean to tell me, that you treated me like a criminal being interrogated for something as stupid and pathetic as that?!" His eyes were wide as he looked Marshall dead in the eyes quite far from calm at this point. "Sorry to interrupt you trying to get laid" Jurou said sarcastically "Princess." With that last comment he bowed in order to mock Marshall further. However he did get quite embarrassed when he mentioned Jurou had been stalking him "I-I was not stalking you! I just, wanted to.... hang out with you... But you bloody left the room before I could say anything you damn idiot." His cheeks were red now from getting flustered over something like that, he had hoped no one would find out because he was practically stalking the man and then things got out of hand and he didn't want to get caught but it backfired. He was the real idiot. When a whole lot of knives were suddenly pointed at him, it simply made him laugh. "Haha! Do it." He was dead serious, he wanted to see if he would actually do it or not but it didn't seem that way as the knives fell around him, quite far into the floor. Well, he thought he had problems controlling his emotions. Perhaps they were more alike than he thought.

Once Marshall had left he simply stood there with balled fists, staring, actually more like scowling at the exit Marshall had just taken. He knew by this point the others would probably run off to his rescue, to save the poor Princess who was just attacked by a.... lion. Admitting you were wrong was one of the hardest things Jurou could do when he had believed he was right for that whole argument. At least now he knew there was something going on between Marshall and Michael. His gaze shifted to Utrien, then to Michael, curious and also worried about how they'd react. A lot of people had just seen the asshole side to Jurou and that was something he really didn't want people to see. If they still could see him as a friend after that he'd be quite surprised, perhaps he was being over dramatic. However, it was disappointing to see that someone had already claimed Michael, and he seemed to feel the same way. Letting out a long irritated sigh he decided not to think about it too much, just needed to calm down for now.

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Michael sat there for a moment as he listened to Marshall and Jurou fight. His brow furrowed. He wasn't about to listen to this the entire time that they where there in that prison. He just would not stand for it. Finally Michael stood. "This is pathetic to listen to. Both of you screaming at each other and for what? What does it matter to you that Marshall was flirting with me, Jurou. How is taunting him about it going to solve anything if you claim to be treated like a 'criminal'. In case you haven't noticed we are all we've got in here. Sure Marshall overreacted from what I heard but so are you. Teasing and taunting like you're in the third grade. BOTH of you are pathetic."

He took his tray and threw out the remaining garbage before setting it to be cleaned with the rest of the used trays. He crossed his arms over his chest not offering Jurou another look as he went out into the hall. He thought about going to talk to Marshall. He'd really snapped back there and doing so he revealed what Michael had had a feeling about since meeting him. He'd had a tough life, awful parents who emotionally abused him. Michael rubbed his arms, a chill breeze momentarily flowing through the halls past him. He wish he could fly. Flying helped him clear his thoughts. Michael wandered the halls, without much of a plan as to where he was going. He wished his sister where there to cheer him up and tell him what to do. She always had the right thing to say. Michael sat himself down in the middle of the empty hall, he hid his hands in the sleeves of his plaid shirt and crossed them over his knees, pulled tight to his chest.

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Brett jumped around in his room, playing his White(With a black pick-guard) '75 Fender Telecaster to 'Me against the World' by Simple Plan, his amp cut up as far as it could go. He was doing good... until out of nowhere his amp cut out. "What the fuck?!" Brett yelled, turning around to see two men in DC black uniforms staring at him apathetically.
"You're coming with us, Mr. Reeve," the one on the left said, stepping one foot closer to him in a non-obvious way that was completely obvious.
"What do you mean?" Brett responded, putting down his guitar.
"He meant exactly what he said, Mr. Reeve," The one on the right said, cutting off the music, "You know, that music is bad for you. It encourages rebellious behavior."
"Ya don't say?" Brett said, popping his neck, making both agents reach for their tazers. "So you're gonna taze a teenager?" Brett said, smirking.
"If we need to," 'Ole Lefty replied. Before the agents had a chance to do anything, Brett launched his right hand forwards, connecting with 'Ole Righty's face while getting tazed at the same time. Brett went limp almost immediately. As the one on the left grabbed the unconscious teenager, The one that was on the right approached Brett's mother and asked her what Brett would like to bring with him.
"Probably his guitar and his amp, his Cds and his Stereo, his laptop, and his video games. That's all I can think that he'd wanna bring. What kind of a school is this, anyways?"
"A very private school." Brett began to wake up as they closed the car door on him, the last vision of home being his mom waving bye, with him yelling random things about the government and such. After a while he gave up and leaned across the backseat of the car, saying "I can already tell it's gonna be a long year..."

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Maya followed Allison to the door and then took the lead. As they left some other people came in. Both of the girls had animal companions with them and it made her wonder if keeping pets in a place like this was a big problem. She watched Allison wave goodbye to all the others while they walked out.

As the continued down the corridor Maya rambled about random things which weren’t particularly important. Once they started seeing dorm rooms she stopped.

“You should easily get to your room from here, it was very nice meeting you!” She said to the girl with a grin and waved lightly, remembering she didn’t seem to like handshakes. Then she headed towards her own room. On the way in the corner of her eye she spotted the white haired boy who was with the group of four before. Considering he was alone and didn’t look too happy, she wondered if something happened between them. She knelt down beside the boy and looked at him.

“Are you ok there?,” she asked with concern. “Try to cheer up it’s not like it can get much worse, we’re in this place after all.”

Sometimes encouraging words of a stranger helped lighten the mood. She hoped he’d be ok soon. Sadness was a horrible feeling and while it was natural the girl wanted to do her best to stop people feeling down, especially since it was only the beginning of their little adventure . The boy seemed like he wanted to be alone and so she didn’t plan on bothering him much longer. Next time she’d see him he would hopefully be in a better mood. Before she got up, Maya smiled and winked at the boy. “Hang in there buddy!”

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Kats arrival must have gotten the boys attention. The impressive display of a mini milky way of pebbles floating around him slowed it's flow until it all stopped in one smooth motion. The objects floating around around him still looked impressive in their stilled motion. Caelan stood up and took his own graceful bow, the expression on his face mirrored the one she had seen the moment they met. A relaxed and warm atmosphere surrounding him. It almost made Kat want to draw what she was seeing. He was really something to look at under the sun. Those captivating golden eyes, that alluring contrast between his tanned skin and his cloud white hair, his almost unreal height ...they almost made him look angelic. If angels could be blood thirsty devils with explosive tempers and psychotic humor. That zen thing worked faster that she expected if he already had himself under control. Maybe he just had that much more control than she did? That sounded a lot more realistic.

”Well then, student, approach so we may begin the lessons. We will see what you can become during your studies.You can join in too, if you want. Or watch, whatever works!" He spoke to her first, an almost silent challenge hidden in his statement. What possible change could her gaining control over her temper bring? Then again, she hadn't even overcome doing silly parlor tricks with her owners because if she tried anything more powerful she would loose it. She would always end up bringing herself to her physical limits a lot faster and collapse, sometimes for days at a time. If she could pull back, hold back her emotions during her power use, then maybe just maybe she could be capable of more. That idea filled her with the urge to take this zen thing a lot more seriously. He spoke to the girl that was across the courtyard from them, breaking her train of thought. The small girl made her way towards them in response, bat in hand, and stopped in front of them. Her childlike eyes scanning both Caelan and Kat curiously. She tapped the bat with her hand and spoke in a quiet almost robotic voice, as if the words were a second thought and her mind was already on something else.

"No, sorry... sport is my form of meditating and since I can not...I will go have to find something else, so that I do not disturb your session.." With that, the tiny female left through the same doors that Kat had just walked through. That made her thoughts on whether this girl would be like the rest fly out the window. She wouldn't even get the chance to find out, she was just brushed off like half the people in the cafeteria. Ok, it was official. Every single girl in this place was a nut job. She had never gotten along with girls but this was ridiculous. Either they treated Kat like a child or someone beneath them or ignored her presence all together. This place was really getting on her last nerve. With her back to Caelan, still watching the door as it swung closed, she spoke in a mildly annoyed voice.

" You know...I am starting to feel lucky I got you as a roommate instead of a girl. The people here are a special kind of strange...Almost creeps me out to think of what it would be like to room with someone like Desire or Venom. Psh. That would not end well. She shook her head in dismay and turned towards him, a small but determined smile on her rosy lips. The idea dissolved quickly with the promise of reality. She didn't have to think about them, just her real roommate. Her partner. She walked towards him until she was just two feet away, her long red hair dancing in the soft breeze. He towered over her almost comically, she stood up straight trying to look taller. " What's my first lesson? Sensei. " She felt the gentle warmth of the sun caress her milky white skin, a slight fear of a sunburn lingering deep in the back of her mind. That same warmth light up her big grey eyes like two shards of glass on the beach, making them sparkle like gems.

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Utrien gasped as Michael punched him, although it's more out of surprise than pain. He didn't think he did anything wrong.

Utrien pouted. "Michael, I was trying to help. Pardon me if it didn't seem like it." Even though the situation was a tad amusing, he didn't want Michael to feel attacked. They just met and he genuinely wanted to be friends. He reached over to pat Michael reassuringly, but he moved to comfort Marshall. Utrien settled back down and decided not to intervene until needed; it seemed like they were having a moment.

Marshall and Jurou seemed to start another spat. This time it involved weapons. As the knives hovered and they seemed about to tear each others throat, Marshall dropped the knives and stormed off.

Jurou seemed to have cooled somewhat and looked at Utrien and Michael with concern. If he thinks that might have changed Utrien's opinion, it sure has. Doesn't mean they can't be friends, but it does mean that Utrien would have to be calm around him.

He patted Jurou's shoulder gently as he passed. "I don't really understand the argument, but it seems to have something to do with pride. I can understand trying to tough it out, but please leave others out of it. It just makes a bigger mess, " He explained and although his voice is serene and monotone, there's a protective glint in his eyes. "I have no problem with anger. I deal with it when i try to talk to poachers. I must warn you though, the minute i have attached myself to someone, it doesn't matter whether i'll be harmed, I will protect them," With a gentle smile he walked out the mess hall.

Looking around Utrien tried to find Michael, he seemed upset. He soon found him in the middle of the hallway, with Maya trying to comfort him. Hoping to cheer him up, and not interrupt Maya's attempt to comfort him.

Brainstorming ways to cheer him up, Utrien produced tentacles to tether him to the ceiling and reel him up. Moving like gymnast, Utrien propelled himself forward silently and stops in front of Michael. Flipping himself upside down; his feet touched the ceiling and his face hovered above Michaels hair.

Slowly yet smoothly reeled down to Michael, Utrien tickled Michaels side with two tentacles. "Flip that frown upside down Michael." With a monotone face, Utrien poked Michaels shoulders. "They're just applying dominance, it happens. I've seen it with newly introduced males. Something ignites the fire then boom.Although i can't quite put my finger on who or what could have ignited the fire." Utrien dramatically puts his hand to his forehead as he fell only for his tentacles to catch him like the strong man in a soap opera. He adopts a husky, quite, dramatic voice. "What do they want? Is it power? Dominance? Nay, something more." Utrien sat down next to Michael with a reassuring smile and gently nudges him. "Perhaps it's love? I don't know which it is, but i'm here to tell you. I'll be here to protect you or listen. Don't think that you're alone." Utriens smile takes a predatory edge. "I may not look it, but i do know how to control my power and make it lethal. I'll be here to support you if needed, you'll see."

Utrien let the silence envelop them. There's not much he could do now. He just wanted to draw attention to the fact that, whether he's aware or not, Utrien has attached himself to Michael. For better or for worse.

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Michael looked up at the sound of someone approaching. He gave Maya a half smile "Thanks. I just wish people could be a little less idiotic." He murmured before he returned his chin to rest on his arms. He didn't notice Utrien, didn't see him at all until he felt a creepy sensation of something looming directly over him.

"GAAAHH!" Michael yelped and burst out laughing as his sides where tickled. He recoiled, almost knocking his head against Utriens as he jumped and skittered against the wall away from the creepy sensation. His mind went absolutely terrified for a moment before he recognized who it was by voice. "U-Utrien!"

He listened to what Utrien had to say and blushed when Utrien suggested what they where after was love. Michael sighed and crossed his legs. "I'm not worried about them hurting me, I'm more worried about them hurting each other. Michael leaned his head against Utrien's shoulder and sighed. "I just wish they weren't idiots. I don't get what Jurou's deal is either. All this teasing as if he's competing with him when he hasn't....it's not like he's into me as well. He's just.....a jerk. A cute jerk but a jerk nonetheless."

Michael frowned and fell silent as well for a moment. "Thanks Utrien. Your tentacles still creep me out a little bit, but you're good at listening."

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“Why are you crying?” a flat emotionless voice asked Marshall. He hadn’t even noticed the girl come in to the pool, but then he was a bit preoccupied. She was a cute little girl in the pool, a little emo looking like himself . She honestly didn’t look old enough to be in this school, but he knew that looks could be very deceiving in this place. What did he have to loose?

“Because I’m a bloody moron, that’s why. In the course of one day I managed to alienate the first person I ever could consider to be a friend. I not only struck a nerve to irritate my new roommate, but I also managed to threaten his life. I just couldn’t hold back anymore, he just said one thing that irritated me and it was like he uncapped sixteen years of pure hate( and he really only deserved two at the most ) and I couldn’t hold back and all he did was laugh it off like I was nothing. But then, that’s all I’ve ever been; nothing. I was stupid for thinking things would change just because I got out of one bad situation. Just once I thought I could be … wanted. And for a moment I thought I was, but then I went and fucked it all up. And now here I am boring you with my problems. I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask your name. I’m Marshall by the way.” He reached out his hand to shake hers.

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Amelia listen as the crying man explained his situation, and didn't re-act until he stretched out his hand towards her, seemingly to come together with hers for a hand shake. Amelia followed suit and swam closer, reaching up her own hand out from beneath the water to place into the palm of his and grip it in a firm shake. The man gave his name as Marshall after he finished his mini-speech, "Amelia" she replied, giving her own name as she then finished shaking his hand and pushed herself to the side of him so that she could then lift herself onto the edge of the pool and sit beside him. Amelia made sure to keep the distance between where they sat to acquaintance-level, as she found it only necessary to not be too pushy on strangers - some people didn't like that kind of immediate closeness.

"I saw a man in the courtyard, he looked pretty upset too. But then he started to meditate and this lady with red hair came to join him. Is that your friend?" Amelia tilted her head and looked toward Marshall with her question. She gave him enough time to answer before she started to speak again, "Regardless, it's natural for things to waver within a friendship from time-to-time. Good times or bad times, they are all just pieces in the puzzle of friendship. It all amkes for a stronger bonding experience." As cheerful and encouraging as Amelia's words wanted to sound, they were all delivered in a flat, emotionless voice which wasn't exactly the best for cheering someone up. Despite her tone, though, Amelia felt she wanted to at least cheer this man up before she started to swim again - ignoring him would have been inhumane, "You should not rest all of the bad things that happened on your own shoulders, there is never just one person to blame. And I'm sure, with time, you and your friend will resolve whatever it was that caused you to come here." A hint of a smile pulled at the corners of Amelia's mouth, perhaps her speech wasn't affecting just the man, she started to think of the friends she had had in the past. Amelia looked away and decided to focus on the water beneath them, wriggling her toes in the depths leisurely as she awaited Marshall's reply.

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“I don’t think that’s him, he was in the mess hall the last time I saw him.” He sighed a little noticing he was flickering again. He focused a little bit and he regained his translucent quality. “It’s not the wavering I’m worried about, we’ve barely just met, I’m worried more about me. What I might do. I never had an outlet for my anger in the past and I just bottled it up, I’m worried I might explode and hurt someone just because they push my buttons wrong.” he looked at Amelia’s face glancing at the pool as she dangled her feet in the water. “You want to go back to swimming? I helps to clear my head, it’s just taking a little longer than usual today.” He jumped back into the pool, dunked his head under and broke through the surface feeling refreshed. He still had no idea how he was gonna fix thing or even if they could be fixed, but he knew he had to get an outlet soon before he accidentally hurt someone.

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Allison was grateful when Maya left her alone, it wasnt that she disliked the girl it was just that she needed sometime alone after everything that had happened in the span of a couple hours. With a soft sigh of relief she went down the hall she recognized as the dorm hallway, finding her door after a bit of searching. When she entered the room she saw that her roommate hasnt been in since she had left for go eat. I wonder what this Tyson person is like, hopefully not too loud.

Allison thought about what Maya had said earlier about how everyone needed a little more color, and how that might make everyone get along a bit better. But she found it difficult to know what would make people get closer. I dont think there is anything that we all have in common. I mean we all have powers but they arent the same. But... Maybe I could do something for everyone that shows their powers. People would at least have something to talk about. With a smile Allison grabbed her bag of art supplies and made her way back into the hall way.

She wasnt sure where to start though, where would she put it? Who would she paint? Allison knew only a few with powers, and out of those she had only seen one person who had actually used them. But she didnt know his name, so she would just have to put him randomly somewhere for now. This will be a trial run, if it's liked I'll continue. Opening up her bag and setting everything thing up, she dipped the brush into the water before starting. Since she was doing this one without sketching first, she stood for several minutes and stared at the wall. She was imagining the best position to have him in and what he would be doing, the colors she would be using were important too.

When Allison found her idea she started to paint. The person that she saw was someone who ooze confidence and yet seemed dependent on someone, he hid it well but she can see peoples emotions no matter how well hidden. Really she cheated but it helped her get a great twisted sneer on his face but have his eyes hold a large yet hidden amount of resentment. She painted him in a position where he was holding himself well. Legs looking like they would never buckled, while his hip was cocked the slightest bit to the left. His hands were at chest level, arms out and away from his sides, as they held a circular thing in the middle. He wasn't touching the thing, it was suspended in between them, his sneer was for the object. It was the Earth, only a size or two bigger than a softball, that was floating there. The guy was in complete control of it, but although he looked nasty nothing was happening to it. It was peacefully floating, that's what she hoped people would see anyways. The hardest part for her was his white hair, she was never any good at hair, people don't seem to realize that it is in fact more than one shade.

While she was painting Allison made sure to look down the hall, wary of someone seeing her for a couple reasons. She wasnt sure if this was allowed, and she didnt want to talk to anyone else today. After what felt like a decade she finished her painting and gathered her things, walking back to the bedroom. When she got in Allison slid the bag under her bed, out of sight out of mind. Taking a towel and somethings she got from her bathroom at home, Allison went off to search for the bathrooms for a nice shower before looking around a bit more.

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