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Post by Rena Thompson on May 14, 2010 20:53:21 GMT -5
"Corporal, ma'am." Rena said, saluting. "field support and sharpshooting. Although I don't have any of my equipment. They say I lack empathy 'cause I hunted a guy down in cold blood. He wasn't anywhere near as good as me, anyway. Otherwise he would've survived. I was just doing command a favour. Taking out the trash, right?" Smiling sadly, she said "now they ship me off here. I haven't been near regular people for almsot a decade. What am I supposed to do? What's changed? I don't know anything about this place."
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Post by Scott Logan on May 14, 2010 20:53:57 GMT -5
Scott turned back to the conversation, noticing for the first time that there was another girl sitting near Kahlen.
"Oh, hey, didn't see you there," he said to Ada. "I'm Scott, this is Aidan."
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Post by Soren Tamesis on May 14, 2010 20:56:48 GMT -5
Soren sat in his seat as the bus bounced along, looking wide-eyed out the windows at the scenery passing by. There'd been a scare with his connection to the airport that served St. Dymphna's - his flight had been late leaving, so he'd almost missed it. He was glad that he hadn't; he didn't relish sitting around the airport for a day, though he doubted they would have left him alone for all that time. They were supposed to help him here.
And maybe the change of scenery had already helped. He could see nothing out of the ordinary, no monsters after his blood, no darkness closing in on the edge of his vision. He rubbed at his arm absently, feeling the slight raised strips he'd made with the knife. They had hurt, but the monsters had left, before coming back in greater numbers for more of his life-blood...
The bus turned a corner, and the sun shone more on his side of the bus as he pressed himself up against the window. Finally, his luck was on the turn.
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Post by Michelle Wilcox on May 14, 2010 21:00:12 GMT -5
The brewing fight had momentarily distracted Michelle. She looked around to see the boy who had been sniffing everyone turn into a werewolf, which explained a lot but made him no less repulsive. His opponent was a boy with wings who appeared to be some kind of demon. However, before anything particularly exciting could happen, a teacher Michelle had not noticed broke up the fight and sent the boys to opposite ides of the bus. Unfortunately, this meant that the werewolf was sent to the back of the bus, meaning Michelle would have to find a new seat to avoid him. He would get his for making her move her baggage.
In the meantime, Michelle turned back to the corporal. "Sharpshooting? Cool. I brought a rifle with me but I've never had to use it in combat. See you around, corporal." Michelle was under the impression that the other girl would not reveal her name or registration number, at least not yet. So she headed to the back of the bus to retrieve her bags. Perhaps she could find a seat near the demon.
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Post by Ada Turing on May 14, 2010 21:04:02 GMT -5
Still a little bit flustered after the showdown, Ada smiled self-consciously.
"Hi," she said to Scott. "I'm Ada."
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 14, 2010 21:05:25 GMT -5
Less Than Beta yawned, sat up, and finally started pulling his clothes back on. He then curled up to rest. He'd still talk to people if they wanted him to, but he wouldn't really be up for another fuss with a student.
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Post by Scott Logan on May 14, 2010 21:08:32 GMT -5
"You're not secretly a werewolf, too?" asked Scott, warily, not sure what to expect in his new classmates. He'd known that St Dymphna's wasn't going to be a normal school, but he had not been expecting werewolves/demons/angels/oh my.
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Post by Ada Turing on May 14, 2010 21:13:06 GMT -5
"Not I..." Ada said. "What you see is what you get. You?"
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Post by Nikolai Zhukov on May 14, 2010 21:13:27 GMT -5
Nikolai had watched the brewing fight with some interest, already compiling information about the other students in his head, as he was wont to do. It was really amazing what people revealed about themselves when they thought no-one was paying attention.
The Kenyan-Russian leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes to listen to everything around him. He'd chat with someone, if they wanted to talk to him. He rolled his neck to look out the window and examine the scenery. It wasn't bad weather, really. And at least half of the students were as exceptional in their own ways as he was...
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Post by Scott Logan on May 14, 2010 21:16:36 GMT -5
"Just plan human, here. No shapeshifting, I promise."
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 14, 2010 21:18:09 GMT -5
With a grunt, Less Than Beta stretched out across the row of seats, barely missing hitting Damien. He sat up and sniffed the air. When he was in wolf form, he swore he had smelled dog, but now that he was human-shaped again he couldn't smell anything. He craned his head, trying to see whether or not he could tell who was the one with that scent on him or her. Maybe there was another were here?
((I'm getting off. Bye!))
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Post by Ada Turing on May 14, 2010 21:53:06 GMT -5
Ada's smile got a bit brighter at Scott's comment.
"What a world - royalty, werewolves, fae, and demons, all before dinner."
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Post by Enamon on May 14, 2010 21:57:21 GMT -5
Enamon was sitting as far away from the other students as he could get... that is to say, not that far at all, since the bus was rather large. However, he'd done nothing to draw any attention to himself.
He was actually up near the front, staring out the window by his seat. There was some strange sense of amusement on his face, gleaming from his lightning-gold eyes. His messy dark gray hair, like a storm cloud, fell down in clumps along his head. And above his skin there was a constant field of sparks given off, flaring briefly before dying.
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Post by Kitty Callahan on May 14, 2010 22:03:36 GMT -5
Kitty wobbled her way up to the front of the bus. She wanted to talk to someone - and this grey-haired boy would do. And was that - static electricity crackling over his skin? She resolved to keep her electronics away from him. "Hi!" she said, sitting down next to him. "You seem interesting."
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Post by Professor Mace Stewart on May 14, 2010 22:05:03 GMT -5
Mace felt her stomach begin to rumble. With that, her mood changed, enough to tell her that any moment now the slightest provocation would send her flying off the rails. That's one of the reasons heaven had put "Fallen" in front of her title. That and, a much darker reason she hadn't wanted to share with anyone. Sin wasn't exactly a word angels blasted around carefully. Nonetheless, she had to keep an eye out on what the students were doing. After the werewolf and devil-boy confrontation, it looked like there would be more efforts to displease her in the near future. Mace drew her sword and rested it on her lap. The shiny object winked at her, letting her know that it would be there if she needed it. It was just the right sort of threat that these students would listen to. Barring that, of course, she could always give them a detention.
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Post by Enamon on May 14, 2010 22:14:23 GMT -5
Enamon glanced over to the girl sitting next to him. "You could be amusing." He replied in a strange voice. It sounded like it had deep rumbling and sharp cracks in it. He thought for a moment before asking a question. "Why do you people ride these things? Riding the wind is much faster and is more amusing than a hunk of metal." He glanced back towards the window.
"You know, lightning would find this a very nice target indeed, all the electricity in it, the metal... the explosive fluid..." A strange grin spread across his face.
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Post by Elena Naught on May 14, 2010 22:16:22 GMT -5
Off to one side, Elena was watching the landscape pass by while absent-mindedly beating out some obscure rhythm on the back of the seat in front of her.
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Post by Destiny Valencia Everett on May 14, 2010 22:19:31 GMT -5
Desi peeked out from behind her suitcase. It looked as though it was going to be safe. She could only see the wolf and the demon fighting if she squinted very hard, and usually things that she had to look that hard to see didn't happen.
She glanced up at the boy wondering about lightning. "Uh-uh," she said. "It wouldn't be nice. I used to live in a house that got hit by lightning. It wasn't nice at all. It only burned up and smelled bad, and then I had to leave."
Destiny ducked back behind her suitcase. Maybe she shouldn't have blurted that out, but this boy didn't seem to know very much about lightning if he didn't know how bad burned-up things smelled.
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Post by Kitty Callahan on May 14, 2010 22:23:52 GMT -5
Kitty examined him more thoroughly when he glanced at her. Oh no, he was not human, she could tell that much just by looking at him. His voice sounded odd to her; there were undertones of what almost sounded like thunder in it.
Interesting.
"I often am," she said. "You're not thinking of doing anything to this bus with electricity, are you? I get the feeling that'd make people cross. Oh, and quite possibly kill them. I'd appreciate not getting electrocuted on my first day."
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Post by Malakai Meir on May 14, 2010 22:25:30 GMT -5
Malakai slid across the aisle to the seat next to the tanned boy staring out the window.
"Hi, I'm Malakai. And you are?"
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Post by Mellianne Joss on May 14, 2010 22:30:05 GMT -5
Glad that the fight ended, Mellianne stuck her nose deeper into her magazine. After a few seconds of this her glasses finally slipped off her nose like they had been threatening to do for awhile. When they landed on her magazine, she jumped, and they dropped to the floor under the seat just where she couldn't reach.
Wearing a concentrating look, she opened her water bottle and twirled her finger. Some of the water rose out of the bottle and, with her directing it, the water picked up her glasses and deposited them on her lap. Continuing to concentrate, Mellianne slowly let the water back into the water bottle and closed the cap. She sat back into her seat, put her glasses in her pocket, and placed the water bottle on her head to help with the sudden headache.
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Post by Enamon on May 14, 2010 22:34:19 GMT -5
His only response to Desi was a very predatory grin. Then he turned back to Kitty. "Lightning strikes where it wills without regards to the consequences, you know. And death is so very amusing... though life can be just as amusing, especially before death. It is to learn more about life that I'm coming here, after all." Then his amused face turned annoyed.
"But you have not yet answered my question. Why do people ride these things when the air is so much faster outside of a hunk of metal?" The lightning crackled in his voice, and his sparks grew more agitated.
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Post by Elena Naught on May 14, 2010 22:40:11 GMT -5
"Because regular people can't fly?"
Elena poked her head up from the seat behind Enamon and Kitty. "Finding the right headwind's a mother and we can't spend all day running around and flapping our arms trying to get airborne," she said.
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Post by Aelita Selena Auberon on May 14, 2010 22:45:18 GMT -5
Aelita was sure there were too many people around her for her to not be getting any attention.
Dropping the pouting look, she looked crossly at the crackly boy across the aisle and demanded "You are making my hair frizz, and you had better stop it now!"
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Post by Kitty Callahan on May 14, 2010 22:50:52 GMT -5
"Perhaps if lightning minded those whom it effects, it would learn more," Kitty replied mildly. "And most people can't ride the wind - although I admit this isn't the fastest method of transportation. Nor is it the most interesting." At Elena's interpretation, she grinned. "Yeah. That too. Construction-paper feathers aren't effective either, and as for homemade wings - well, we all know what happened to Icarus..."
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Post by Nikolai Zhukov on May 14, 2010 22:55:14 GMT -5
Malakai slid across the aisle to the seat next to the tanned boy staring out the window. "Hi, I'm Malakai. And you are?" Nikolai rolled his head across the back of the seat to look at the other boy. "I'm Nikolai. Nice to meet you," he said, holding his hand out to shake. It was almost an automatic movement - when your father's a diplomat, you learn how to deal with people early in life. "This your first year here?" His accent was strange, a blend of different locales making his origin difficult to pinpoint. Oddly enough, it could have passed for South African.
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Post by Destiny Valencia Everett on May 14, 2010 22:55:43 GMT -5
"Who's Icarus?" Desi asked quizzically. "Did his house get hit by lightning, too?"
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Post by Enamon on May 14, 2010 23:01:57 GMT -5
"Most people can't fly?" Enamon looked honestly puzzled, his sparks calming back down. "Huh. Never knew." He shrugged. "Don't worry, I know. People are supposed to behave, or at least pretend to behave, in school. People are also supposed to go to school. Only reason I'm really here besides learning more about what people are supposed to do." Then he grinned again.
"Lighting, wind, and water could care less about your hair. Also, I can't stop my sparks. But even if I could, I wouldn't." Then he turned to Elena. It was strange, how he addressed each person individually as if it was part of a separate conversation. "You can't make your own wind?" And with that, he held up a hand, and a small, VERY small, breeze sprung up from it towards her.
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Post by Aelita Selena Auberon on May 14, 2010 23:05:36 GMT -5
Aelita giggled at the breeze, and clapped her small hands. "Do it again!"
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Post by Malakai Meir on May 14, 2010 23:12:10 GMT -5
"Yes, it's my first year here. So, Nikolai...Russian?" Malakai says in only barely passable Russian, "I have only begun Russian study."
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