Introduction
Welcome to the United Nations school for the gifted, but, more importantly, welcome to **** (It seems we have been censored by the government. For now let's refer to it as the "Agency"). Which is more secretive than the CIA, MI5, CSIS and ASIO, the "Agency" is not well-known of by the general public. Those other government teams and organizations are just the eye-candy, the front men for what is really going on behind the scenes. The public already has enough access and information to unlock all of their secrets. Given just the tiniest slip and everything they had worked so hard to conceal would all be revealed. The whole world would be in total chaos. The masses would be horrified by the terrible acts committed against them by their own government and absolutely terrified by the acts that had been committed against them by others. But those horrible and terrible things pale in comparison to what those at the "Agency" deal with every day, and for that reason, we cannot afford any screw ups. Like the massive alien invasion in 2003, or how a Demon broke into our plane of existence back in 2010. We must remain the World's best kept secret, for sanity’s sake. That’s why we have not been given the permission to disclose our name even to you, Student. We might not even have one, for all you know. Why do we need to put a label on it? It’s what we do that counts. What we do is seek out and terminate that which could prove to be a threat to society as a whole. You might look at us as the Global Protection Squad (though that is not our name, I assure you). We put the average citizens first, leaving the dirty work up to the others. All our agents are specially trained and top notch, as you soon will be. You might ask, why was I chosen to become a future member of this society? Maby you have the Genes of greatness, maybe you have special "abilities" or maybe your just some random person who caught our eye. We have been watching most of you since your birth, as with most of the other future agents. Blood has been taken from all of you to proved you were a healthy, strong, and intelligent being. Not to sound presumptuous but, you are one of the best of humankind (even if your not part of humankind). What if I was to tell you most of your parents were not your biological parents at all, but two specially trained agents? Would you resent them? Would you resent the “Agency?” I doubt that. You were always given the best while growing up after all, right? All the love in the world, correct? A child is always brought up best in these kinds of structured and safe environments. And because of that you stand before me, a well-rounded and healthy young adult, and ready to begin your training at Thesis. A solid career and long road await you at the “Agency” when you finish your schooling. We look forward to having you here, Student, and good luck.
Unlike a regular school, United Nations school for the gifted does not operate on a standard grading system, therefore, we do not have grades (just as a normal school would be k-12). We use a much more appropriate system Rank 1 - 7. At Rank 7 you are cleared for field work and no longer need to go to classes, but you all are very far from that. All of you are Rank 1, or as the upper classmen so affectionately named you "Noobs" once your "Teachers" think that you are ready you all will be promoted. you should make an effort to get to know for "Classmates" because they are also your squadmates, which means if they do not get promoted to the next rank NONE of you do. In addition, to your "Agency" training, you will be expected to take and pass each of the following classes Public Relations History Basic Math, Advanced Math, Chemistry, Basic Computers, Advanced Computers Programming and Engineering
After Class Training
All students are required to spend at least 2 days a week of after-school training at the gym, obstacle course, or Dark Room.
Training In The Gym: Consists of a large group of students and 2 coaches. Students will either work on conditioning (stamina, strength training, etc.) or hand-to-hand combat (sparring). Note: hand-to-hand combat training will not take place until the coaches deem the students ready.
Training On The Obstacle Course: A military style obstacle course consisting of hurdles, crawling obstacles, and zip-lines. The student will be timed on the course. An ideal finishing time is 5 minutes. The record finishing time is 3 minutes and 41 seconds. Students usually run the course as a squad.
Training In The Dark Room: The Dark Room is designed so that students can practice their skills in stealth and marksmanship. It is illuminated only by backlights and a jumble of walls inside it makes up a maze. Students wear specialized black suits with a target on the chest that glows green under the lights. At the center of the target is a tiny sensor that when shot at, by a specialized gun, begins to beep. This means you are out of the game. The goal in the Dark Room is to be the last one standing. Students sometimes enter the Dark Room in a small group or in teams and are always under the observation of a staff member.
Special Rank 7 Training: Special training is offered to Level 3 agents where they can become acquainted with some specially chosen gadgets and tools used in the agent field. Level 3 training is always taught by a specialized teacher, usually a high ranking agent at the “Agency.” Only three to four students are taught per training session.
Housing
Once training begins at Thesis students are no longer permitted to live off campus, for their own safety. Because of this, there are a number of housing complexes and dormitories scattered about campus for students to live in. Those housing complexes monitored by the school are all single gender dorms though teachers and staff might volunteer to monitor and run separate and co-ed housing apartments. All your things will be packed and shipped to the housing of your choice before your arrival.
Ah, yes our "Teams" Swordsmen demonstrate a natural aptitude for the ways of the sword. Is their proficiency with a blade supernatural in origin, were they born with the skills to take down an army with nothing more than a sword, or perhaps is their skill the results of training endlessly for hours on end? We are not sure, but we do know they are able to wield a sword with incredible proficiency in speed, power, and skill, performing such feats such as stopping and deflecting bullets, decimating large objects or areas, cutting through solid material such as steel, and even hold back their strength to deal damage to their foes without killing them. Which is exactly what we are looking for.
Hideo Asoh | Male | YV2| TAKEN Dr. Eye Patch
Our "Teams" Marksmen is able to wield any ranged weapon you put their hands on with great prowess and accuracy. It's almost scary how a Gun, Bow, Knife or even a slingshot become weapons of mass destruction in their hands. They can shoot or throw even reload multiple rounds of projectiles with quick succession.
_NAME_ | _GENDER_ | _FC_ | RESERVED PyroBug
Now the thing about our "Teams" Beast is I have no idea if they are a Demon, some Mad Scientist experiment went wrong(..... or right depending on who you ask), or someone who just learn to channel their anger into a weapon, but I can tell you one thing they are not the kinda person you want mad. Trust me it's not pretty.
Marishka | Female| None | TAKEN BlueWind_22
If you passed our "Teams" Theft in the hallways you may want to check and make sure you still have all your valuables.... Yes, even if they didn't come within 10 feet of you. Aside begin able to rob you blind without you even noticing they have an extensive knowledge and skill in many types and ways of stealth tactics, enabling them to easily slip in and out of areas undetected. Their abilities in all manners of stealth are so refined they appear as mere illusions to those who have been lucky to spot them. Not to mention they could easily slit your throat without you even knowing.
Brianna Nofal | Female | Evie Frye | TAKEN Scorpion01
Have you had a chance to meet the "Teams" Magician yet? I'm not talking crappy cards tricks or that stuff you see in vegas. This is the real deal, I'm not sure if they use rituals, symbols, actions, gestures and language to exploit supernatural forces, but you know how the saying goes "a magician never reveals their secrets".
Brianna Nofal | female| Evie Frye | RESERVED ulrikaumeko
Now the Brain of the "Team" puts most people on earth to shame when it comes to their extraordinary skills with the study and utilization in the field of science to produce mass inventions, conduct experimentation and perform accurate calculations. You would think they are not human...... I mean they are human right?.... now they I think about it did we catch all of the Aliens from that invasion a few years back? Whatever the case They have vast knowledge in a variety of branches of science as well such as biology, chemistry, physics, technology, geography, etc. and are able to use their scientific expertise to create weapons, produce lifeforms or clones.
Finnlin Firenze | Female | Sabrina | TAKEN Kiri711
The "Teams Fighter is someone after my own heart, who needs fancy weapons and powers when you can be the baddest person on the planet using just your fist. They are unbelievably skilled in most known forms of fighting. They can be exceptionally proficient in the fighting traditions of a variety of cultures and become advanced with their own individual methods of close quarter combat.
Jomoke Demarco | Male | K | TAKEN Jorxio
I'm not going to lie I wasn't too sure about the "Teams" Saint I mean yes they can heal themselves and others, make nearly unbreakable barriers and can even use their "powers" to empower others. It's just really hard to overlook their lack of offensive power......... Oh well, at least, the rest of the "Team" will like them...... when they are not cracking "Healer" jokes.
Ren Winston | Female | Madoka Kaname | TAKEN Darkie
As someone who spent a lot of the time on the sideline when all the action is going down the "Teams" is someone I can relate to. They just sit back and control some wild animal, Demon or Ungodly beast in a fight with little to no risk to themselves....... well other then the contract they had to make to summon their Familiar.
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" I can't believe I got roped into babysitting a bunch of snot nosed Rookies." A rather slender with his hair neatly slicked back takes one last deep drag of his cigar before dropping it on the ground and putting it out with the toe of his shoe. " Maybe this assignment would be so bad if they let me smoke." He would push up his sunglass and make his way to the large building. The smell of smoke trailed behind his menacing steps forwards accompanied by a neatly tailored suit the only thing out of place was his lazily done tie. He drew many stares to look his way, whether it be from his sunglass and the scowl on his face or tall body, he wasn't sure at this point. Taking long strides, his long legs covered ground pretty darn quickly and he walked with purpose. Glancing around, he could see the sun was slowly rising itself in the sky as its bright rays of sunlight kissed the tops of the trees that surrounded the school's campus.
The man focused on the direction he was headed towards, today was the start of a new school year at United Nations Academy unlike most here he was not a student or teacher. To his dismay, he was brought here to help with the school's "special program". In his arms, he carried files on all the students who enrolled in said special program or at least the ones that he was made a liaison to. To most people the United Nations Academy was the most prestigious schools in the world. Every year the school receive millions of application but only 100 applicants are chosen, now some of these applicants are normal humans that will go on to live normal lives but most are "special", in reality, United Nations Academy is where their more "special" student train to become an Agent of "The Agency" who specialize in dealing with things that people tell their children don't exist. The Man pushed open the doors to the classroom he was told to meet his "Team" in. The room itself wasn't too big compared to the other classroom, in truth, it looked a bit run down. Which only seem to add to the long list of reasons why he hated this detail. The things his "team" would be dealing with are far too dangerous as well as something kept hidden from the rest of the normal human world, so the room had to be one that wouldn't garner unwanted attention. The man would take a seat in the front of the classroom, glancing at the watch on his wrist he waited for the bell to ring.
The began to tap his finger on the desk nervously, it has only been 5 minutes since he last smoked and he had already begun to go into withdrew. He hated that he has to waste time giving a briefing to his "Team" the man was sure most would die or drop out due to the level of difficulty that came along with the job, the man seen this as a waste of time and effort when most of these rookies will be gone in a week.
A light breeze would blow through the courtyard of the Academy, Hideo would like to spend his free time sitting under one of the many trees that lined the courtyard. even if Hideo only had a few minutes before he had to be in class he was determined to enjoy them. back home he had no free time if he wasn't sleeping, or eating he was out "training" with his mother. Well, at least, she called it training, Hideo would call it getting beating into paste while someone yelled at you to fight better. Hide could hear the other students as they made their way to class, Hideo didn't plan on moving until well after the first bell rang if his teach gave him grief about it, he could always say he "got lost".
There were not a lot of advantage to begin blind, but getting pity was one of them. It was too bad he was born into a family were pity only got you beat into the ground harder, his childhood was an extraordinarily difficult one even by demon hunter standard. His parents worked him harder than anyone else to make up for his disability. In a way he was thankful for this, the beatings only make him stronger, the pain only made him tougher and the scars only made him more determinant. Just as the boy began to get comfortable the bell began to ring, Hideo let out a long and depressing sigh. That nose signaled the start of what would surely be along day.
Richard Burkoff
His grin only grew.
As those crimson eyes followed the rather annoyed Mr. Smith, his toothy, shit-eating grin only grew; and a slow, rather insane chuckle spewed quietly from his throat. He began to walk; following their Director into the building and consequently into the classroom after a minute of making the poor man wait. His smirk remained the whole time.
"Come now, "Mr. Smith", surely your job can't be THAT bad, can it?" He asked calmly, his voice deep and almost soothing. This was not the first time they'd met; oh no. Being under the custody of the Agency for quite a while, Richard Burkoff knew many of its members; made a point of it, actually. His out-of-place Victorian clothing offset the dull room as he sat in a chair, crossing one leg over the other at the knee while leaning back.
"Or can it be that you dislike your job? In which case I must ask why you took it in the first place." His grin returned, those pointed teeth gleaming in the light.
Briana Nofal
As the first bell went off, she looked to the building from where she'd been reading. She closed her book after putting the book-mark into the pages and stood, tucking the book into her large leather overcoat. Truth be told she couldn't really care less where the bookmark ended up, since she'd read the book almost a million times or something. The Two Towers certainly was one great read; heck the whole trilogy was a great read, now that she could spend the time to read it all.
Of course...she had to remember how she got here in the first place; and that was rather unpleasant. Regardless however she enjoyed the peace and quiet at this place--it was so much more peaceful and cleaner than those old Alleyways in New York she used to live in with what friends she could make that wouldn't try to assault her in more ways than one. Walking into the building she followed the directions towards her class-room, stopping for a quick bathroom break; because why not?
Finnlin Firenze
Finnlin ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She was grateful the school allowed her and her brother to live on campus together but man, why did it have to be all the way across the campus from her class. She had left so early she barely had time to get things ready for the day so Akeli wouldn't get bored. (It was bad this if he got bored.)
She was almost there when her PDA, she pulled it out to find her navi' looking up to her a little distraught.
"What's going on Scarecrow?"
"Mistress, I'm afraid it's your brother. He a little upset." She heard something crash behind him. She gave a sigh. "I knew I should have woke him. Maybe then his abilities wouldn't be giving off his emotions." She heard another crash. "I better calm him down before they get word, and move him."
"Can you put him on, Scarecrow?"
"Of course mistress." He replied with a bow. The screen blurred out for a moment and returned now replace with the human face of her little brother. His eyes overly puffy.
"Fratellino (Little Brother), we talked about this. I have to do this classes."
"I know, Sorella. (Sister) but I just don't like that you're gone all day." His cheeks puffed up and the tears began to swell up in his eyes.
"Please don't be like this, fratellino. Believe me, I'd much rather be there with you." He gave a small nod. "I'll tell you what? You be a good boy today. I don't get another call from Scarecrow and I promise when I get home tonight, we'll sit down and watch some of those old movies you like, we'll even make some italian food."
"Really?" She nodded. "Grazie."(Thanks) She jumped at the sharp shrill shriek of the bell.
"Oh Merda,(Oh Crap) that's the bell. Ti amo, piccola.(Love you, little one)" She blew a kiss to the screen.
"Anch'io ti amo." (Love you, too) He waved before the screen went black. She now had no choice but to take as long of strides as possible. Finally coming across the room. She throw open the door open and began to apologize profusely.
"Mi dispiace tanto , qualcosa si avvicinò all'ultimo minuto , che sono stato costretto a trattare con esso." (I am so sorry, something came up last minute, that I was forced to deal with it.)
Marishka
"Come on Miss." Marishka followed a couple of men, Agents, she assumed from their top dog personality as she caught respectful glances toward them from other people. I've been here for awhile and suddenly I'm promoted from prisoner to 'Miss.' Hmmm, how wonderful. She tried not flinch when they suddenly stopped ahead of her and opened a door for her. "Here you are."
She glared defiantly at them and waited a couple seconds before entering the room just to show them that she decided to enter and not because they prompted her to. And all I had to do to get this kind of special treatment was blow up a building.
She pushed a black lock of hair out of her face to see that the room already had two occupants. Both were men. She tried not to gasp as she felt the demonic presence in the room. Her own powers began to surge like they were signaling to her that their was another hell-fiend here. And not of hybrid nature like her. She scrambled internally for control of her powers as the bracelets and holy chain she wore began to heat up.
Without a change in her masked expression, Marishka walked forward with her back to the wall, her eye color shifting from gold to red, and back again. She was uncertain about her current situation. That is until another girl burst in, with apologizes already spewing out of her mouth... but in a different language. Her attitude about her situation began to change drastically. Great, two guys, one of which is a demon, and some commoner. Can I get anymore cornered?
So far, no one has really noticed her entrance, and that was fine with her. She stayed a silent standing figure in the back of the room.
Ren had woken up quite early and spent time watching the sun slowly crawling up the sky. She sat outside in the dew covered grass and listen to the nature wake up around her, her hair pooling around her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch of warmth that reached her skin when the sun slowly went up. It was one of the best times for her, always quite calm and there was no stress. She gave herself some time to fully wake up with the sun before heading inside again and showered. Getting ready for the first class of the day and with new people! Though I am kinda nervous.. New people.. She thought to herself as she got dressed, picked a white dress with a lightly pink under skirt. It saw rather snug around her chest and waist but flowed down her hips, ended at the middle of her thighs but went further down behind her. She left her hair hanging down, put on her ballet shoes and grabbed her gloves before heading out once again. But this time to go down towards the building she'll have her first class.
She of course had a soft smile as she walked over campus to get to the right building. She waved happily to them who greeted her, a smile as sunny as the sun and small talked to a few. She had more then enough time to get back to class in time so she was really not in any hurry. After a while she finally arrived at the classroom. Nervously she patted down on her dress, brushing away imaginary dirt and brushed her hair behind her right ear. She opened the door and smiled towards everyone.
"Good morning everyone!" she said happily and went to sit down at a table. She sat quite properly with a straight back and her hands resting on the table entwined with each other. She glanced at everyone and took in their looks, some of them looked quite scary but she didn't keep that in mind much really. They might be a nice person when they get to know each other.
"So, this is where the important people are taken to play? Where the beasts reign and the freaks hideout..."
"...Where the government holds its dirty, dirty secrets."
Jomoke stood firm as he stared at the monoliths before him, an 'Agency' instruction paper in his good hand. On all sides, "The Agency's" grounds sprawled in all directions, for acres and acres. From the pristine shine of the main building, to the homely feel of the living quarters that attached to the vast expanse of peaceful gardens. Honesty, it felt as if it was his arrival to America all over again, complete with the sudden realization that this place was to be his future, and for now, his home.
"...It's all mine for the taking..."
A wily smirk cut quick onto his lips as he pondered what was to come. The amount of opportunity held within these grounds was emence, and that wasn't even mentioning the brand new challenges and the ever beloved 'unknown factor.' Truly, this was where he belonged to be. A field worthy of his name and, for the lack of a better word, expertise.
This was what he was birthed for.
"Time to go make momma proud."
With a deep breathe that oozed more confidence than it took in air, Jomoke began the march towards where he was to be instructed with a slight swagger in his movement. It all felt warranted to him. He had his jacket zipped low, letting the cool air hit him in the bare chest and gave him some amazing image of himself within his own mind. Even his sunglasses were adjusted to what he called an 'impossible level of straightitude.' The only thing missing was his weapon, which would complete his persona of 'The Agency Badass,' but he settler for a simple wrap of gauze around his burned hand. Jomoke had assured himself that this was the first impression he wanted all to see. One that perhaps held mystery for some and intimidation to others. We'd all know soon enough, as Jomoke stood just inches from what would be the beginning of life. He stared at the door for a moment, confirming that the number matched the paper with a strange anxiety building in his chest as it began to slip shut from the last entrant. The hall was empty (aside from the girl that has passed by him in utter silence.)
"This it. This is the place. Behind this door are the other souls who were destined to share the top of the mountain with me..."
"...And fated to never surpass me. Let's do this. Let's rock. Come on!"
The smile on Jomoke's face was a dagger's edge in sharpness as he psyched himself up. Shadowboxing the air, he could feel the fireworks that were exploding for his entrance. The excitement in the air was palpable. With one swift motion, he tossed the door open roughly, and stepped into the room with conviction wafting off of him in waves. For a moment, he allowed his glory to be baskd in, standing rather statuesque before his eyes, tinted behind his shades, scanned the room...and took the confidence from him in exchange for confusion.
His eyes took a moment to study each person in the room, including the man seated behind the desk. A gilded room with marble columns and a throne wasn't exactly in mind, but nothing was quite as expected as he stepped deeper into the room. Jomoke didn't hesitate to give each person an unhidden stare as he judged them, added them together, and came to a conclusion; They didn't seem so 'destined for greatness.' Hell, one didn't seem from this time period, the another looked like sentient candy.
"...There's gotta be a mistake here, yeah?" He mused aloud, before taking himself a seat, close to the front and preparing a tirade of questions.
Zathanial Ulrich
Zane had gotten up early probably around 5 am taking his morning jog, stripped and cleaned his pistols, sharpened his knifes, prepared his lunch and some other menial takes, just his usual morning rituals before heading out of his dorm. On his way he had seen the sun begin to rise over one of the buildings of the academy and sat down on a nearby bench and began to sketch a drawing, he had time. That was 3 hours ago....
He set his pencil down and admired his quick sketch, pleased with himself, Zane looked up from his sketch book with a charcoal drawing of one the United Nations Academy buildings, he had thought to take a break and enjoy the morning, only than did he notice what time it was, and he was gonna be late for class 'Shit'. Zane thought to himself as he quickly put his charcoal pencil and sketch book away carefully not wanting to smudge the charcoal and ruin his finished drawing, he slide the book into the front portion of a small back-pack next to his a unloaded 1911 pistol stored at the bottom of his bag.
As he finished gathering his things and placing them back into his backpack, Zane slung it over his shoulder as he adjusted his mask making sure it was on right before patting down his chest making sure the knives underneath were secured properly, before finally pulling his hood up over his head. Zane smiled beneath his mask as he started to break out into a full on sprint, it was already a interesting start to the day.
He came to a stop outside the classroom after running hard for five minutes, he quickly took the time to straighten his clothes out and make sure he atleast looked presentable... but being in all black with a full face-mask probably didn't help anyways. 'Here goes nothing.' He opened the door to the class-room and took the moment to look over the people arranged in the room, "Good morning..." Zane spoke through his mask, his voice sounding slightly augmented before he then proceeded to close the door and make his way to a seat and sit down at a table.
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About 5 or 6 minutes after the bell rang to start classes Hideo finally decided he had to start making his way to class. with a deep sign, Hideo rushed off into the building. upon entering the hallway, The teenager's frown deepened despite trying his best to be late the hall was still full of people. "The whole point of being late was to get the hall to myself" the boy mumbled. He slowly walked into the crowd, his footsteps barely created any noises as he weaved in between people in the crowd. He once again ran his fingers over the brale on his accepted letters. There weren't too many times Hideo wished he wasn't blind, but this was one of those time. once he made his way into the nearest wall he felt around until he found the room he was looking for. As he walked into the room he could almost feel the stare from everyone in the room, this was the kind of connection with the human world that Hideo was not used to. Of course, Hideo could let anyone know about this so he pushed the others stares out of his mind and started with his helpless blind kid routine. "sorry I'm so late taking me a while to find the classroom."
Just when Smith thought he day couldn't get any worst he had to deal with "him". he had known Burkoff for quite a while and the fact that he placed him his team only made him hate this job more. Burkoff, for the most part, was harmless but he had such a love of getting under everyone's skins who has the misfortune of coming into to contact with him. Shortly after Briana Nofal enter the room. from intel on her she is a thief that one way or another caught the attention of the agency, he didn't really care to read why or what she did all he cared about is she didn't cause him any trouble. The next member of his team was an alien named Finnlin Firenze Smith always felt jumpy around Alien's, but he was sure she would the last member to start anything since the big reason she was even here was to take care of a younger brother, Smith doubted she would do anything to jeopardise his well-being. As the 4th members of his team walked through the door he felt a huge pit in his stomach. Marishka was some half-breed that has bounced around all parts of the agency and now she bounced into his lap. he was sure if anyone was going to be a pain in the ass (other then Burkoff f course) would be her. Smith's was more than happy to see that he somehow lucked out and scored an angle like Ren Winston every single person who interview her said he was nothing short of a job to be around, He didn't know how long he would last in the field since people like her tend to get killed pretty fast. Smith try to push that fact out of his mind and focus on the fact that she should at least not make his job harder. As the next member of his team pushed open the door and made a grand entrance he could tell he was going to be one hell of a pain in the ass. The cocky ones always seem to get killed first and always while doing something stupid. As much as Smith would have would have loved to comment on the next member to walk in he couldn't bring himself to do it the mask was far too much for him to handle at this pony in the day. And finally, the last member should up rather late, a blind kid. Smith couldn't help but think that someone at HQ hated him.
After everyone was seated Mr. Smith made his way to the front of the classroom. "Now, what I am supposed to do is spend the help 30 minutes telling you about what the Agency does and what they want you to do for them then sent you off to your 1st real class, but we all know that would be a wasted of time. And there is nothing I hate more than wasting time. So I have set up something special for you all. I'm canceling the rest of your class for today, yes the agency might be upset that I am doing this , but they will get over it." Mr. smith slowly walks over to the door "Follow me, and do try and mingle with your teams mates there is a chance this is the last time you will see most of them." He says as he walks out of the door.
About 5 or 6 minutes after the bell rang to start classes Hideo finally decided he had to start making his way to class. with a deep sign, Hideo rushed off into the building. upon entering the hallway, The teenager's frown deepened despite trying his best to be late the hall was still full of people. "The whole point of being late was to get the hall to myself" the boy mumbled. He slowly walked into the crowd, his footsteps barely created any noises as he weaved in between people in the crowd. He once again ran his fingers over the brale on his accepted letters. There weren't too many times Hideo wished he wasn't blind, but this was one of those time. once he made his way into the nearest wall he felt around until he found the room he was looking for. As he walked into the room he could almost feel the stare from everyone in the room, this was the kind of connection with the human world that Hideo was not used to. Of course, Hideo could let anyone know about this so he pushed the others stares out of his mind and started with his helpless blind kid routine. "sorry I'm so late taking me a while to find the classroom."
Just when Smith thought he day couldn't get any worst he had to deal with "him". he had known Burkoff for quite a while and the fact that he placed him his team only made him hate this job more. Burkoff, for the most part, was harmless but he had such a love of getting under everyone's skins who has the misfortune of coming into to contact with him. Shortly after Briana Nofal enter the room. from intel on her she is a thief that one way or another caught the attention of the agency, he didn't really care to read why or what she did all he cared about is she didn't cause him any trouble. The next member of his team was an alien named Finnlin Firenze Smith always felt jumpy around Alien's, but he was sure she would the last member to start anything since the big reason she was even here was to take care of a younger brother, Smith doubted she would do anything to jeopardise his well-being. As the 4th members of his team walked through the door he felt a huge pit in his stomach. Marishka was some half-breed that has bounced around all parts of the agency and now she bounced into his lap. he was sure if anyone was going to be a pain in the ass (other then Burkoff f course) would be her. Smith's was more than happy to see that he somehow lucked out and scored an angle like Ren Winston every single person who interview her said he was nothing short of a job to be around, He didn't know how long he would last in the field since people like her tend to get killed pretty fast. Smith try to push that fact out of his mind and focus on the fact that she should at least not make his job harder. As the next member of his team pushed open the door and made a grand entrance he could tell he was going to be one hell of a pain in the ass. The cocky ones always seem to get killed first and always while doing something stupid. As much as Smith would have would have loved to comment on the next member to walk in he couldn't bring himself to do it the mask was far too much for him to handle at this pony in the day. And finally, the last member should up rather late, a blind kid. Smith couldn't help but think that someone at HQ hated him.
After everyone was seated Mr. Smith made his way to the front of the classroom. "Now, what I am supposed to do is spend the help 30 minutes telling you about what the Agency does and what they want you to do for them then sent you off to your 1st real class, but we all know that would be a wasted of time. And there is nothing I hate more than wasting time. So I have set up something special for you all. I'm canceling the rest of your class for today, yes the agency might be upset that I am doing this , but they will get over it." Mr. smith slowly walks over to the door "Follow me, and do try and mingle with your teams mates there is a chance this is the last time you will see most of them." He says as he walks out of the door.
Richard Burkoff
Richard's smile only grew at Smith's reaction to his teasing. His eyes darted to each new entrance to the room. But it was the entrance of Jamoke that made his shit-eating grin grow again. Clapping his hands slowly while standing he turned to the young, hyped up man, his pointed teeth gleaming in the light.
"Oh, Bravo! Our crowned Champion has arrived to allow us to bask in his unyielding, over-hyped, over-inflated glory." he said, his tone the personification of mocking and amusement. Slowly his clap began to go faster and faster as his grin widened once more, and he began to cackle like a hyena.
This...ceremonial greeting would last for approximately twenty seconds, after which Richard would smirk, give a small bow, and sit back down, crossing one leg over the other.
Upon hearing that the class was canceled, he raised an eyebrow. "Here I thought I was the surprising one."
Briana Nofal
She glanced up from her book with each new arrival; and with the declaration that class was canceled, she also raised an eyebrow. Socialize? Nah not really her style. However she was surprised to notice that Mr. Smith had not noticed that the lamp that had been standing next to the door on a shelf was currently positioned above her head on a different shelf and was lit to help her read her book.
Strange how that could have happened.
As Jomoke tried, in vain, to make sense of his fellow 'teammates,' he tried his damndest to find his seat comfortable. So far, nothing was shaped to expectations. A running trend with the life of even the most average of men, he knew and understood well, however, one could at least believe that a place with so much secrecy and build-up would greet him with much more than a few confused blinks or sharp glares from an assortment of freaks. Sticking to his gut, he kept the idea that mistakes were made. That, or these select few are simply grand at hiding whatever it was that made them special. At least with that loose thought, it intrigued Jomoke to want to play along and await some form of amazement. But was it true?
This train of thought was derailed just as Jomoke had found a way to seat himself comfortably. Finally, the round of applause he had secretly been waiting for was beginning, and prompted him to twist around, only to be met with glint of a coyote's smile. The man from the Victorian Era had graced the room with a patronizing clap, and it only took the lock of cold stares to show who it was aimed at; Jomoke himself. Well, that and the equally as patronizing words that followed. Honestly, the whole scene that was unfolding before him simply staggering. For a moment, he could only return a blank stare, as the thought, "This is happening.," went through his mind before finally snapping back to reality.
"With all that show, I expect you to gave my fireworks ready next time."
"Listen, Dracula, it's the first five minutes of existing in each others worlds. Seems a little early to be poppin' off and making mistakes you'll regret. Now-..."
However, that was all Jomoke was able to get out before the man up front, who was the first person who's appearance matched expectation, began class. Funny enough, he also canceled class, made a decision that goes against authority, and slipped out of the room before Jomoke could so much as fire off one complaint or question. Instead, he just heaved a huff from his chest and stood, as requested. However, not before turning to the rest as he walked towards the door, giving a stern glare to each face. With the addition of an Eviler RoboCop and one person who seemed to have appeared out of thin air, things were certainly looking interesting, but...
"...Okay, I knew this wouldn't exactly be the most 'normal,' experience, and it sure isn't...I mean, just look at you all..."
"...But am I the only one here who's feelin' really, really out of place, or let down, or some type of way right now?"
Ren couldn't help but giggle at the grand entrance when the quite muscular boy came in. It looked so.. Movie like, like he was the main character making the first entrance and expected girls woo and guys to glare in jealousy but nothing like that happen. The disappointment in the boy was touchable in the air and it made her smile gently towards him. It was almost sad, but he didn't seem to take it to heart.
She flinched when the cackle from the man in the red coat. It made her want to shrink in her seat and disappeared. She really didn't like the way he talked to the boy. She pulled her hands to her and entwined them, her smile faltered a little and she looked down towards the table. Her eyes lifted however when the door open again, someone with a mask came in. That's.. Interesting. Does he have a condition? Her curiousity made her forget the man in the red coat and followed the new one with her eyes until he sat down. Though once again they went to the door at the new arrival. She squirmed a little in the seat and smiled at the new one, though he seemed to be blind. But! He probably had something in his sleeve so she didn't think he didn't belong here. Oh! Another one, how many will be with us? Are we all going to be on the same team? Or is this just a general introduction or something? She thought excited.
Her thoughts stopped when Mr. Smith started to talk and she turned her gaze towards him. She was surprised that they wouldn't have any more classes today, though spontaneous things made her feel relaxed. Keeping things on point never worked for her, though she might arrive at a class in time. She'd easily loose track of time if the lesson wasn't interesting enough. When he told them to follow, she stood up with a little bounce and hurried after him. Eager to see where he would bring time. Though the muscular boy stopped in front of the door and looked at them. She giggled and entwined her hands behind her back, swaying a little from side to side.
"Of course this place is far from normal! They wouldn't ask us to come here if they didn't know each one of us had some kind of uniqueness. I don't feel let down at all, I feel rather excited about this! I'm Ren, nice to meet you all! Though.. Mr. Smith. We all will be working together as a team? But how does that work if we're going to have seperate classes?" She asked with a tilt of her head and a finger to her cheek, leaning her elbow against her other arm that laid across her stomach. It didn't seem right if they were team mates then they should be having classes together. Get to know each other and learn how to work with one and another.
Marishka
Someone sure has stepped on his toes, was Marishka's first thought of Jomoke Demarco. That and practically all the words that could be used to describe an arrogant, and cocky human. Her opinion of him wasn't very high, yet, her opinion of anyone wasn't very high. That included herself.
She surveyed the faces of her teammates again, supressing the urge to gag at the sight of the woman in pink. What an ugly color. The first words that came to her when she looked at Ren Winston was faux innocence. It hadn't come to mind that the woman-in-pink's innocence was actually real. She began to hate the woman even more when she opened her mouth. Can she get anymore naive?
Her impressions of the others weren't as bad Pinkie's (her new nickname for Ren Winston).
Zane Ulrich AKA "Masked Guy": Eh. Not bad.
Hideo Asoh AKA "Blind Kid": If I lose my temper, he'd be the first to go. Just because he'd be standing next to me. Poor bastard.
Finnlin Firenze AKC "Weird Language Person": Let's hope she's bilingual.
Richard Burkoff AKA "Drac" or "Dracula" (She thought Jomoke's nickname for Burkoff fit him well): I hope the bastard fries.
Brianna Nofal AKA "Weirdo": Boring....
Ren Winston AKA "Pinkie": She'll be a useful body-shield if I ever need one.
Marishka sighed softly, and walked out of the classroom to follow Mr. Smith.
Marishka
Marishka had been walking behind Mr. Smith when she noticed that the others hadn't begun to follow also. Now, she wasn't one to follow rules, obey orders or even be a leader, but hey, if she had to suffer this guy... then they had to also. She let out a cold breath, and turned back into the room whereupon she heard Jomoke and Ren speak.
"...Okay, I knew this wouldn't exactly be the most 'normal,' experience, and it sure isn't...I mean, just look at you all... But am I the only one here who's feelin' really, really out of place, or let down, or some type of way right now?"
"Of course this place is far from normal! They wouldn't ask us to come here if they didn't know each one of us had some kind of uniqueness. I don't feel let down at all, I feel rather excited about this! I'm Ren, nice to meet you all! Though.. Mr. Smith. We all will be working together as a team? But how does that work if we're going to have seperate classes?"
Marishka felt nothing as she overheard the conversation, and once Ren had stopped speaking, she walked in. With an emotionless face she spoke practically taking all the heat from the room, "Mr. Smith isn't in the room anymore if you noticed." Her words had a slight edge to them when she looked directly at Ren. She turned her gaze to Jomoke, "We're supposed to be following Mr. Smith... You know," She nodded in the doors direction before making sure the other freaks had noticed what she meant and walked out.
If they didn't follow, oh well, maybe this goon squad would be broken up and she'd.... What? Go back to her glamorous life? She had nothing to go back to... other then being a lab rat... A beastly growl came from her chest at the memory of being poked and prodded by human scumbags in white coats. She hurried after Mr. Smith, "Why are we here?"
Marishka had been one that the higher ups had trusted in a classroom scenario after the whole blowing up a building incident. And since she had basically been in isolation for quite awhile, she had wondered why they suddenly brought her here... to Mr. Smith and the rest of the freaks...
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